This is the first round of test firing by the Japanese army. Obviously, the Japanese artillery salvo will not end so simply.
When the artillery was bombing, Watanabe was not idle either. He was using a telescope to observe the landing point of the artillery shells to judge the situation here. As an outstanding graduate of the Army, these are all It is a basic skill.
"Elevation angle 75°, get ready!!!" The artillery lieutenant raised the command flag again.
After receiving the preparation order, the Japanese artillery began to load artillery shells again.
"First round, single salvo, ready~~~fire!!!" the artillery lieutenant shouted again, and the flag in his hand was waved again.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The sound of cannon volleys sounded, and six more screaming shells hit the national army's position again.
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Life in Chunhua Town at the foot of the mountain was difficult, but the situation on the mountain was particularly brutal, and it had even reached a fever pitch.
Ni Dayong held a pistol in his hand, and all five grenades on his body had been thrown away, leaving only more than twenty rounds of pistol bullets.
It has to be said that the method of carrying five grenades on each person was extremely correct. At least it caused nearly a thousand casualties to the little devils. Now for Ni Dayong, the grenades were thrown away, and the time to fight had arrived.
Since the national army can still suppress the other side with its firepower for the time being, the two sides can still be on an equal footing. What if they run out of bullets? All this is hard to say.
One by one, they drew beautiful straight lines in the dark night, and then penetrated into the bodies of Japanese or Chinese soldiers.
Due to the small caliber and strong penetrating power of the bullets of the Japanese army, the wounds after penetrating the human body are not large. Therefore, unless they hit the fatal position, they generally will not cause death, and they can even get up and continue fighting.
But war is never something you can do whatever you want. Whether it is the Chinese army or the Japanese army who are fighting lively on this mountain, the odds are the same.
Because the small flat slopes on the mountain road are relatively small, it is not easy for the Japanese army to create a small platform. However, as long as they create a small platform, they can quickly win the battle.
The Japanese army is not the national army. The Japanese army is equipped with grenade launchers and light and heavy machine guns. What's more, they also have mortars, right?
Therefore, Ni Dayong absolutely cannot let these Japanese troops gain a foothold!
"Kill!" Ni Dayong hid behind a tree, stretched out his pistol, and shot the helmet exposed at the bottom of the slope.
"Ding!" The bullet hit the helmet, and then there was a trace of sparks. It was not known whether the person was still alive.
Ni Dayong counted in his heart: There are still nineteen bullets left. After eighteen bullets are fired, it is time for him to leave.
The brothers around him continued to rush forward, falling one by one, but they kept pushing forward. But at this time, Ni Dayong's eyes were already in a trance - before his eyes, suddenly flashed before his eyes when he was admitted to Huangpu. The situation in military school.
It was the beginning of March 1928. He clearly remembered that it was the morning of March 1st. President Jiang Zhongzheng was standing in the center of the stage. The location was the Nanjing Main School of Huangpu Military Academy. More than 3,000 freshmen in military uniforms were standing on the playground. Listen to the principal's lecture.
Standing next to the principal were Vice Principal Li Jishen, Director of Education He Yingqin, and Director of the Political Department Zhou Fohai.
Yes, Ni Dayong is a student in the sixth batch of Huangpu!
He remembered what Jiang Zhongzheng said on the podium, and this sentence was also his belief: "We must uphold the Huangpu spirit - to get promoted and make money, please go elsewhere, and don't come here if you are greedy for life and fear of death!" Fight for the rise of China!”
Thinking about it, Ni Dayong leaned against the tree and smiled softly, muttering to himself: "Oh, now I, Ni Dayong, am worthy of the country. Starting from entering the teaching corps, going to Shanghai, I went to the battlefield, many My comrades are dead, but I am not; this time I am defending Nanjing and I am not dead on Purple Mountain. I break out and escape. At this time, it is time for the Lord of Hell to take my life."
Although there are still bullets in the gun in his hand, Ni Dayong knows that they can't hold on for long - there are no important people, there is no ammunition replenishment, let alone other support, they don't even have a reinforcement. nothing.
They are destined to be a lonely army, and they are destined to die alone!
The battle has reached this point, and there are thousands of people who are migrating in front of them. They must not retreat. If they retreat, what awaits these people will be death, and facing him, Ni Dayong, will only It’s a lifelong shame of lingering on!
Thinking of this, Ni Dayong has already made up his mind - in this battle, he must not retreat. For the faith in his heart, even if he dies, there will still be thousands of Chinese people who will stand up and fight bravely. To fight against these little devils, as long as these people still have their beliefs, they can still fight for their own beliefs and fight for the rise of China!
"Father, mother, I have never wronged you. Son, I promise to be a hero, not a bear!" Ni Dayong said softly, then stood up and fired two more shots at the little Japanese who was about to rush over.
"Uh." One of the Japanese soldiers was knocked down, but the other one was not - the other shot was missed. Not everyone is a sharpshooter.
After shooting these two shots, he only had seventeen bullets left in his pistol, and there were only twenty or thirty comrades left around him. More than two hundred officers and soldiers, after nearly forty minutes of fierce fighting, only These are the people left.
Looking at these unfamiliar or familiar faces who had been with him through life and death but never deserted, Ni Dayong smiled - with comrades with such common beliefs on the road to hell, he wouldn't be too lonely, right?
"Brothers, let's walk together on the road to death. We have company. Even if we die, we will have to support a few more people, hahahaha..." Ni Dayong laughed boldly, with a young but slightly rough face. His face was full of heroism.
"Okay, I can follow Captain Ni on the road to hell and not embarrass my brothers!" A voice immediately responded, and that voice was also very heroic. After being hit in this situation, does anyone still want to go back alive?
No!
"Brothers, listen up, even if I die, I, Xu Zhong, will not be a prisoner of Japan!" In the jungle, a soldier said loudly. They are already a lonely army that cannot go back. Death, for them It doesn't seem so scary anymore.
Just as the brothers in the national army were saying their final farewells, the Japanese army approached them in large strides and was already gradually approaching their position.
"Brothers, the little devil is here, let's get on the road!" Ni Dayong shouted loudly.
With that said, he took his Mauser pistol and fired.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
Pistol bullets burst out from the barrel of his gun, hitting two or three Japanese soldiers, and then they bled profusely. It looked like they would not survive.
The Japanese army didn't give Ni Dayong much time. Several bullets shot at his body from different directions. Blood flew out of the bullet holes, and his strong body collapsed.
His eyes slowly closed, and everything in front of him was the memories he had with his stern father and kind mother...
In a large mansion that was not particularly spacious, a gentle man with eyes was punishing him for the wrong things he had done.
"Look at you, what are you doing? It's bullshit. A real man should be like Yue Fei and Yue Wu Mu and serve the country with loyalty. He should be like Wen Tianxiang and leave a mark of loyalty in history! Your idols should be them!" Sven The man shouted, that was his father.
Ni Dayong's name is also simple, and he is a man of great wisdom and courage.
At that moment, his father's teachings made him want to become a figure like Yue Wumu and Wen Tianxiang. If not, how could he join the army?
Everything in front of him was getting darker, and the nursery rhyme his mother whispered in his ears when he was a child seemed to reappear in his ears: "The moonlight shines on the earth, on the thirtieth night of the year, pick betel nut, betel nut incense, pick ginger seeds..." "
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PS: The update is here. It’s almost done. I’ve finally finished coding and can pay off my account.
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