Zhou Zhihan and more than ninety soldiers were crowded into a carriage. There was only one lantern hanging in the center of the carriage, which was filled with smoke, making it look even darker and yellower.
The floor of the truck was covered with a thick layer of dead grass, and most of the soldiers were lying or crouching, closing their eyes and meditating to the sound of the wheels and rails colliding.
After getting in the car, Zhou Zhihan sat in a ventilated place, closing his eyes and not saying hello to anyone.
The biggest officer in this carriage was platoon leader Zhao Fugui. He could tell at a glance that this air force major with an indifferent expression would not interfere in anything of the brothers in this carriage.
It's best this way. The Air Force doesn't care about the Army's affairs, and everyone does their own thing without interfering with each other.
The sound of "ding, bang, bang, bang" kept many soldiers awake, so they started gambling near the bright lights of the lanterns. Everyone wanted to win more money. They went to Huahua World Shanghai to see the legendary things on both sides of the Huangpu River. The voluptuous waist and the stunning cheongsam...
The platoon leader Zhao Fugui, who was in his thirties and looked almost fifty, sat cross-legged on the thick straw. He leaned the polished Hanyang gun on his chest and shoulders, took off his helmet and put it away. On both knees, he said it was a cornucopia, then he rolled up his sleeves, held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, squinted his eyes, shouted and rolled the dice. The soldiers on the side were betting one after another. In short, they were smiling at the winners and losers. The scolding continued, borrowing money to make up for the loss...
When Zhou Zhihan got in the car, he also took a steamed bun and a dried radish. After nibbling, he closed his eyes and fell asleep three minutes later.
After midnight, Zhou Zhihan was woken up alive.
Although from time to time soldiers would open the door a crack and defecate and urinate outside, and cold wind was constantly pouring in from the cracks in the door and ventilation areas, the carriage was still filled with the stench of sweat and feet.
All the troops rode in cargo carriages. The one Zhou Zhihan rode was pretty good. If it were a stuffy tank truck, the smell would be even worse. There were also open cargo compartments and flatbeds loaded with baggage. The wind blowing all the way could blow people away. Adult fuck.
Zhou Zhihan would rather work alone.
Even a mummy.
The smell in the car is so bad.
The soldiers all took off their shoes. The smell was mixed with the smell of sweat, breath, and low-quality tobacco. It was so sour that it made people feel full without eating.
The reason why Zhou Zhihan chose to take a train to Shanghai at night was because Japanese planes had recently intensified their air strikes on the Nanjing-Shanghai Railway. It was very dangerous to ride a train during the day. Trains were overturned by Japanese planes every day, causing serious losses.
Fortunately, the Chinese people are hard-working and kind-hearted and fully support the Anti-Japanese War. The railway tracks that were blown up by the Japanese army can be repaired quickly with the help of the people.
The Nanjing-Shanghai Railway is China's main troop transport route.
As the Songhu War gradually deepened, China and Japan continued to increase their troops. Many Chinese troops transferred from the Shanghai-Nanjing Line to fight in Shanghai.
As the strength of the Chinese Air Force gradually weakened, the Japanese air force had an absolute advantage. As a result, the Japanese Air Force shifted from defense to offense. The Shanghai-Nanjing Railway, China's main troop transportation line, became the main target of the Japanese army.
At this time, the Chinese Air Force was no longer able to send fighter planes to protect the Shanghai-Nanjing railway line.
Without the aerial protection of fighter planes, the personnel carrier could only deploy a dense network of machine guns and anti-aircraft firepower above the roof. Although it has achieved certain results and shot down several enemy planes, in general, on this Shanghai-Nanjing Railway, Online, China's losses far exceeded those of the Japanese.
Every time they air raided the Shanghai-Nanjing railway line, the Japanese army only sent one or two fighter planes. As long as they could blow up the running locomotive or the middle car, the running train would overturn, and the machine gun positions arranged on the roof would immediately become useless. , Japanese planes can launch unscrupulous attacks, and a single bomb can kill hundreds of people.
Zhou Zhihan opened the car door, climbed up the escalator beside the car door to the roof, and suddenly felt much clearer.
Finally away from that sour smell.
I did some deep breathing and chest expansion exercises. It was the first time that I felt that the air was so fresh after growing so big.
The troop transport truck was moving very slowly, crawling forward with a clang, clang, clang, not much faster than a bicycle.
The carriage Zhou Zhihan was in was close to the locomotive. An anti-aircraft cannon and an anti-aircraft heavy machine gun were placed at each end of the roof of the carriage. A circle of defenses made of sandbags was lined up around it. Several soldiers were wrapped in thick Wearing cotton coats and hats, they huddled behind sandbags. Several people took turns on duty, breathing heavily, smoking cigarettes, talking about romantic stories, and laughing evilly from time to time.
In the darkness, Zhou Zhihan, wearing a major uniform, walked over and stood in front of him. The two soldiers who were joking immediately shut up and were about to salute the military salute. Zhou Zhihan waved his hands, sat down next to them, and then gave them a message. Smoke, smoke together to keep warm.
The light rain stopped in the first half of the night, and it was very cold in the second half of the night. Looking at the red cigarette butts that kept dancing in front of me, I felt warmer.
A soldier handed over a somewhat tattered military coat. Zhou Zhihan took it and covered it with him. He leaned on the sandbag and fell asleep slowly. He no longer had to worry about the smell of his feet.
The train slowly passed by Suzhou Station and drove forward for a few kilometers. In the vast wilderness, the train stopped for a 20-minute break to let the soldiers get off the train to poop and pee. The troop carrier is not a passenger car and has a toilet.
As soon as the train stopped, many soldiers couldn't wait to jump off the car and deal with it on the spot, so that when it was time to shit, when the soldiers got on the train, many people cursed and stepped on the vomit of some unplayed God who chopped his head off...
Zhou Zhihan looked at his watch. It was four-thirty in the morning. In another hour, the train would almost reach Anting. He could just find an opportunity to sneak off.
To fight against Japan alone, one must first acquire a fighter plane.
The bullet and fuel system can be solved, but the system cannot provide a fighter plane, so you have to find a way to get one yourself.
hehe!
Get a fighter jet.
Easier said than done.
At around four o'clock in the morning, when people are most sleepy, Zhou Zhihan was wrapped in a ragged coat and huddled on a sandbag on the roof of the car, thinking about how to get a fighter jet, and fell asleep unconsciously.
Suddenly, a sharp sound sounded in the air, and Zhou Zhihan, who had his eyes closed, felt his eyelids light up. Then he heard the train's piercing whistle, and then the air-raid siren on the train was also sounded.
Suddenly, bursts of shouting came from my ears:
"The Japanese have set off flares. Everyone is observing the surroundings, looking for Japanese aircraft..."
"It's a Japanese fighter plane, all machine guns are ready for battle..."
Zhou Zhihan opened his eyes. In front of the front of the car, a flare was in the air, illuminating the entire front of the car even more dazzlingly than during the day.
The soldiers' eyes had adapted to the darkness of the night, and flares suddenly appeared in the sky, stinging the soldiers' newly opened eyes and closing them quickly.
Many people immediately panicked.
Because under the illumination of illumination bombs fired by the Japanese army, the machine gunners had no way of discovering where the enemy planes came from.
Even in the rumble of the train, Zhou Zhihan could distinguish the sound of the propellers and engines of the Japanese fighter planes. He shouted to the machine gunner beside him: "The enemy plane is at the ten o'clock position on our left. Adjust your guns. Get there, wait for my order, and fire together."
"yes!"
The anti-aircraft gunner and machine gunner replied at the same time that Zhou Zhihan was a major in the Air Force and could definitely tell the location of Japanese fighters in the air.
