The sun was about to set, and the trees were casting long shadows.
Just under the mottled tree shadows, more than thirty officers and soldiers of the Northeast Army were sitting together.
There was another person lying down, sleeping with his head on a piece of dead wood. That was Shang Zhen.
"I didn't expect the Japanese's marksmanship to be so accurate." Someone spoke, and that was the company commander Hu Biao.
Company commander Hu Biao was speaking, while the others were silent.
But they have to admit that the Japanese army's marksmanship is really accurate.
Although they could conclude that the number of Japanese troops was not large, they killed five of them with cold shots fired from more than 200 meters away.
It is veterans like them who are very accurate in shooting. They can hit the target with a rifle from 200 meters away, but they would never dare to say that the gun hit the head.
What if they had held on a little longer? They couldn't see where the Japanese troops were hiding, so it was definitely not five of them who died, but ten or fifteen of them.
Therefore, company commander Hu Biao was right to give the order to retreat.
And while they were crossing to cover their retreat, the Japanese army did not pursue them.
Perhaps the Japanese army was insufficient in numbers, and they were afraid of offending the Northeastern Army, because just as Hu Biaolian was retreating, battalion commander Zhang Lianjie came with the two companies for reinforcements.
For company commander Hu Biao, although they lost the battle this time, the bodies of the five soldiers, including Gazi, must be restrained.
Then they can only wait until dark.
This situation was not like the Beida Camp breakout. Fengtian had already been occupied by the Japanese army at that time, and no one had the ability to go back and bury the bodies of the fallen soldiers.
But this time, as long as it gets dark, they can still use the darkness to drag the five soldiers back and find a place to bury them.
Chinese people, after all, pay attention to resting in their graves.
Treating the dead kindly and showing it to the living may sound unpleasant, but in order to maintain morale, it is something that must be done if it can be done.
"What the hell, why are these little Japanese targeting us? Did we kill their father earlier?!" Mr. Wang cursed fiercely.
Don't talk about raising others' ambitions but destroying your own prestige. They really can't compare with the marksmanship of those Japanese soldiers!
Hu Biao ignored Mr. Wang's angry words and said instead: "Actually, I have seen our Chinese soldiers shoot guns so accurately." Hu Biao said again.
"Are our soldiers so accurate? Why haven't I heard of it?" Li Fushun interrupted and asked.
"Why not, but that guy should be just one person, not someone with such accurate marksmanship like the Japanese.
You didn't pay attention when we were fighting those Japanese. I noticed that three of us were shot almost at the same time. They were not shot by one person. "Hu Biao said again.
When Hu Biao said this, his men took another breath of cold air.
A shot to the head from 200 meters away would kill any one of these sharpshooters, not to mention that all the Japanese soldiers seemed to be like this.
"That was last year, when we entered the customs and fought against the Northwest Army, I heard from people in other regiments that there was a guy from the Northwest Army who was three or four hundred meters away and killed eleven of them!
At that time, the superior officers were afraid of shaking the morale of the army, so the news was suppressed. "Hu Biao fell into memories.
At that time, he was already the company commander, but he was not with his troops.
He saw with his own eyes the eleven soldiers who were killed.
Eleven people were neatly lined up, either shot in the head or in the chest.
“And the guy across from me isn’t using a particularly good rifle.
The bullet has a small entrance and a large exit. I saw a fist-sized hole in the right waist of a corpse! "Hu Biao continued to tell.
Although his voice was deep, even though the temperature was not that low at the time, and there was still the warmth of the sunset, Hu Biao's story still made the soldiers who listened to him feel cold.
"I also looked at the front specifically. The bullet entered from the chest and came out from the waist." Hu Biao's voice changed a little. He had seen life and death but he was still thinking about the cruelty of that shot.
"Why is this happening?" Someone suddenly interrupted. It was Shang Zhen who was lying on the dead tree. He didn't know when he had woken up.
“The bullets he used were either ground blunt bullets or not a good gun.
The force of the bullet is small, and it will roll after hitting the body. When it enters, it is in the chest, and when it comes out, it is not certain where it comes out. The exit injury will naturally be greater.
Anyone hit by that bullet would be left dead or disabled. "Hu Biao saw that Shang Zhen had calmed down and stopped scolding him.
He also came here as a recruit, and he must admit one fact, that is. Although Shang Zhen is very thin and does not look like a strong soldier, Shang Zhen's performance as a recruit is still better than what he did back then.
"What about the sharpshooter of the opponent you mentioned later? How is he doing?" Shang Zhen asked weakly.
"I don't know. Later, artillery fire was fired at our end, and I don't know if the guy was killed." Hu Biao said.
When Hu Biao said this, everyone sighed slightly.
"With that kind of marksmanship, the Chinese can fight the Chinese. Oh, it would be great if we could come here and fight the Japanese!" A soldier sighed.
His sigh was followed by silence.
Shang Zhen wanted to ask why the Chinese wanted to fight the Chinese? But he felt that he had said too much today, so it was better not to ask Hu Biao any more.
What Hu Biao said about the Northeastern Army versus the Northwest Army was referring to the warlord dispute that was later called the Central Plains War.
At that time, the Central Army of the Chiang Kai-shek faction faced off against the Northwest Army, the Gui Army, and the Shanxi-Sui Army. It ended with the Northeast Army entering the Pass and participating in the war and the Chiang Kai-shek victory.
"You're lucky today, kid. Someone saved you and saved your life. Remember, don't drag others with you even if you are going to die!" At this time, Hu Biao gave Shang Zhen a cold look, and his words became ruthless. got up.
Shang Zhen, who had already sat up, looked sad and silent.
It was only when he calmed down after the retreat that he realized that the pain in his butt was caused by a veteran named Zhang who stabbed him with the barrel of a gun and knocked him down.
If I had been kneeling like that at that time, judging from the Japanese army's marksmanship, I would have been a living target!
But the veteran named Zhang was also killed by the Japanese army!
Then in this battle during the day, two companions died because of him!
After he calmed down, Li Fushun told him the truth. If you want to survive on the battlefield, you must not only be smart enough, but also be ruthless to yourself and your companions!
Only someone close to him like Li Fushun could say this to him. It was impossible for Hu Biao to say it to him, but Shang Zhen understood.
Of course, what Li Fushun said should be cruel to his companions, that is, Gazi has been killed in battle, and there is no point in crying. You must first ensure that you are alive and save yourself before you can avenge your companions!
All soldiers go through a growth process.
But what does Shang Zhen have? He went to the battlefield without any training as a new recruit. To survive the flames of war, he must have his own true ability, luck, and the life and death protection of his companions!
It finally got dark.
Hu Biao and the others finally walked out of the woods, and they were going to collect the bodies.
And those Japanese troops, whose number was unknown, but definitely not too many, did not appear.
They didn't know when the Japanese troops would appear, but they felt as if there were always Japanese menacing eyes staring at them in the darkness.
And this is the psychological depression that sharpshooters, later called snipers, bring to people.
Two hours later, when Shang Zhen used his own hands to dig up the bodies of the fallen soldiers, he secretly vowed that as long as he did not die, he would become a sharpshooter and make the Japanese army tremble all over when he thought of him!
