Existential crises can unleash great potential in people.
The moment Shang Zhen squatted down, he reached out and pulled something out from his waist and stabbed it forward.
That was the bayonet that captured him.
And almost at the same time, there was a sound of wind blowing over his head. It was the butt of a Japanese Type 38 rifle that hit him!
Everything happened so fast. Shang Zhen felt the bayonet in his hand encounter resistance as soon as he stabbed it. That should be the feeling when the bayonet stabbed into the human skeleton.
Shang Zhen was nicknamed Ma Gan'er by his fellow platoon members, so how strong could he be?
And just when he felt the bayonet was blocked, someone screamed.
At this time, how could Shang Zhen control whether the opponent was a Japanese soldier or one of his own?
Just hearing a scream of "ah", he couldn't tell the difference at all.
He only knew that if he didn't kill the other party, the other party would kill him!
He drew back his bayonet and followed the cry and stabbed forward hard!
But this time he heard a "pop" sound, which was the sound of a bayonet entering flesh.
After succeeding with the knife, Shang Zhen immediately dodged to the side and squatted down against the corner again.
It can be seen that he had just squatted down when he heard another "dang" sound coming from above his head. It was still the sound of the butt of the gun hitting the wall.
It was inappropriate to squat here, Shang Zhen realized instantly.
He rushed in from outside. If the Japanese army wanted to kill him, of course they would greet him where he made the sound!
Realizing this, Shang Zhen carefully squatted and moved forward step by step.
The officers and soldiers of the Northeast Army were still retreating, and the man who was stabbed by Shang Zhen with his bayonet was still moaning.
This chaotic sound finally covered up Shang Zhen's heavy breathing.
Shang Zhen felt sweat dripping from his temples, firstly because of nervousness, and secondly because his physical strength was not good to begin with.
But Shang Zhen still remained vigilant, just because he knew there must be other Japanese troops in the darkness.
By now he was sure that the one he stabbed with a bayonet was the Japanese army.
Because the person he stabbed was moaning within easy reach of him, and he could now be sure that the sound was absolutely different from the one made by the Chinese.
His body is so weak, Shang Zhen sighed in his heart, but then he felt something was wrong.
Because he still heard footsteps walking away from him. They were all officers and soldiers of his battalion. They should have heard the screams of the Japanese soldier just now, but no one came to check!
Shang Zhen suddenly realized that it was dark night, so what could he do if he was his own accomplice? He couldn't tell the difference between friend and foe, so who could help him?
If you want to survive, you have to rely on yourself, but you can't make a sound yet!
The footsteps of his companions were disappearing, but at the same time, Shang Zhen heard all kinds of sounds coming from around him.
There is no doubt that the ones making these sounds cannot be rats, but Japanese soldiers.
The Japanese army here cannot have only one or two Japanese soldiers, but it will never be too many.
If the Japanese army was just one person, Shang Zhen could not explain the sound of the rifle butt hitting the wall and the sound in front and behind him.
But if there were many Japanese troops, it would be impossible for them to let so many people in their camp leave easily.
Now Shang Zhen still doesn't know how to shoot, but he knows that there is a kind of gun in the army called a machine gun.
The veterans said that that kind of gun was very powerful. After a fight, the bullets would shoot out in series, making a "chug, chug" sound. A single bullet could knock down more than ten people!
If the Japanese army had such a machine gun, and they fired the machine gun, then the leader of their battalion would never have died.
Shang Zhen already regretted it a little. He really shouldn't have gone into this alley again, making himself enemies both front and rear. He couldn't advance or retreat.
The sound in front and behind him became louder, and as the sound got louder, Shang Zhen felt his heart beat faster.
He felt that the hand holding the bayonet had become stiff.
But he didn't know it, but his hands were trembling slightly because of nervousness and fear.
At this moment, the leaving footsteps of his companions had disappeared, but the rustling sound became louder, followed immediately by a rustling sound, which was made by stepping on the ground with hard soles.
At this moment, Shang Zhen's heart was filled with panic.
But his hearing was so clear, he even judged that the rustling footsteps right in front of him would step on his head if he took a few steps forward. He wanted to move, but he couldn't. Can't move!
I can't wait to die here! A voice shouted deep in Shang Zhen's heart.
But then, there happened to be another voice shouting, "I'm scared!"
The two voices intertwined and fought like this, like two villains tearing apart deep in Shang Zhen's heart. One wanted to pull him into the abyss, while the other still wanted to pull him into the abyss. The only difference was how. Go to hell!
This conflict was so intense, and just as the rustling footsteps in front stopped, and someone stepped towards him in the darkness, Shang Zhen suddenly burst into flames. He clasped his hands together, holding the bayonet in both hands at the same time. The hilt of the knife stabbed out again!
With a "pop" sound, Huishang Zhen felt the touch of his bayonet moving forward in the enemy's flesh, and then his hand hit the curved hook in front of the handle that resembled a gauntlet.
This time, he actually penetrated the Japanese soldier in front!
Shang Zhen was stunned. Did I kill someone? This thought flashed in his mind, but then he pulled out the knife and knocked it forward.
The Japanese soldier he stabbed had fallen down, and Shang Zhen felt his foot stepping on the other man's head.
He staggered and almost fell, but instinctively started running again. At the same time, he held the knife in one hand and stabbed forward randomly!
Under extreme depression, he either died in depression or exploded in depression. At this moment, Shang Zhen finally broke out.
At this time, he couldn't control that much anymore, and his skinny body ran directly out of the front with the momentum of "I'm still going forward" despite thousands of troops!
Shang Zhen heard the Japanese soldiers shouting in front of and behind him. It was the Japanese soldiers saying "here".
But Shang Zhen still didn't care. When he stabbed a Japanese soldier in front of him again with the bayonet in his hand, he finally rushed out of the alley and disappeared into the darkness.
After a while, when the Japanese troops behind him were in chaos, Shang Zhen had already leaned his body against a low wall.
He was panting heavily, and with his current body as numb as a stick, it was already reaching the limit of his body for him to sprint out of the enemy group at a speed of 100 meters.
But Shang Zhen knew that his danger had not been completely eliminated, and he would eventually need to find the main force.
When his breathing calmed down a bit, Shang Zhen stood up supporting the wall and walked slowly towards the east, dragging his sore legs.
Shang Zhen didn't know, and even the entire Northeastern Army in Fengtian North Camp didn't know that on this night of September 18th, the Northeastern Army suffered more than 300 casualties and the Japanese Army suffered 24 casualties.
Among the 24 Japanese casualties, only two were dead and the rest were wounded.
The September 18th Incident represented the beginning of China's Anti-Japanese War. Later generations called the battle when the Northeastern Army broke out from Beidaying in Shenyang known as the Beidaying Breakout Battle.
But is this really a breakout battle?
Shang Zhen, a soldier who had only been in the army for three days, killed two Japanese soldiers because of his own survival needs, and finally saved some face for the Northeast Army.
