Chapter 42 Tragic

Style: Historical Author: Lao ZheWords: 2529Update Time: 24/01/18 13:01:21
Everyone in the woods was stunned. They really couldn't understand why their own tanks started to attack their own people.

"Fuck!" The only one who reacted was Li Fushun.

But what can Li Fushun do? Seeing the gun turret on the tank moving, the heavy machine gun kept firing, and soldiers from the Northeast Army kept falling to the ground under the fire of the heavy machine gun.

Even when the bullet hit the head, they could see the faint mist of blood!

Using the heavy machine gun on a tank to shoot down the running infantry in an open area is a massacre and crushing.

Although the officers and soldiers on the open ground were constantly running, no matter how fast they ran, they could not outrun the bullets of the heavy machine guns!

Suddenly, hundreds of Northeastern officers and soldiers were lying on the ground. No one could tell whether they were killed by heavy machine guns or lay down on their own.

"If you can't run, don't run. Go back to the top of the mountain!" Shang Zhen also spoke.

Even Li Fushun couldn't figure out why his tank betrayed the enemy, and Shang Zhen couldn't figure it out even more. But the reality had already happened, so he had to find a way.

In Shang Zhen's opinion, at least if their people ran to the hill in front, the rebel tanks would be unable to do anything to them.

But then Shang Zhen discovered why those people didn't run up the hill. It was because the Japanese army appeared at the foot of the mountain on one side.

The clothes of the Northeast Army are all gray, while the clothes of the Japanese army are khaki, and the Japanese soldiers are short. They all wear steel helmets and carry long Type 38 rifles, which is obviously different from the Northeast Army.

The Japanese infantry appeared behind them. Needless to say, if the Northeast officers and soldiers ran back to the hill again, it would be a matter of time before they were wiped out.

"Give me the machine gun! Everyone disperse!" Li Fushun was anxious.

He didn't fire at first because he knew it would be useless even if they did.

The tanks of the Northeast Army are thicker than the tanks of the Japanese Army. Their bullets are like scratching, but they are useless!

On the contrary, once they are exposed, they will be shot by heavy machine guns. The trees in this forest can be broken by heavy machine gun bullets!

Veterans have their own dignity. Li Fushun saw tanks attacking infantry, and he couldn't do anything about it. However, no matter how hard-hearted he was, he could not tolerate the Japanese infantry joining in the massacre of his own officers and soldiers.

As soon as they heard Li Fushun's order, the people in their row dispersed with a "hoorah".

Shang Zhen next to him hesitated for a moment and also stepped aside.

Fighting is not a child's play, defeating the enemy is the goal, and escaping is the goal.

If they were still gathered in a group and the Japanese tanks discovered them as soon as they opened fire, the tanks would be able to kill them all!

When Li Fushun set up his machine gun and was about to fire, he suddenly saw two people jumping up in front of the advancing tank, and pointed at the tank with the flower trap in their hands.

In the rapid and short "he, he" sound, even Li Fushun, who was still far away, saw that the tank hit a cloud of sparks!

What are they going to do? Suicide Chengren? Li Fushun was confused.

He was confused, but the enemy on the tank was not confused. He saw that the heavy machine gun on the tank just turned around, and in a series of "holes", the two soldiers were shot. It turned into two masses of blood mist!

At this moment, Li Fushun felt his heart bleed.

As for those in their battalion who could use flower traps, except for Shang Zhen who snatched one back from the puppet army, the rest were all veterans.

Although Li Fushun didn't see clearly who was shooting at the tank, Li Fushun knew that the two people who had just been beaten into blood mist must have known each other!

Li Fushun gritted his teeth and was about to shoot from the chasing Japanese troops when something unexpected happened again. He saw two people suddenly jump up next to the Japanese tank.

The two men just jumped onto the tank, one on the left and the other on the right, and at the same time they held up grenades bundled together.

That was——, after Li Fushun identified it, he suddenly realized that the two people were actually their company commander Hu Biao and third platoon commander Feng Zhantian!

Li Fushun didn't have time to think about where Hu Biao and Feng Zhantian got the cluster grenades. They probably brought them down when the company guarding the hilltop came down.

But Feng Zhantian just rushed onto the tank and fell from the top with a somersault.

Feng Zhantian was dead, and Li Fushun knew that Feng Zhantian must have been shot.

At this time, Hu Biao, who also rushed to the tank, had already opened the cover of the gun tower with one hand. Li Fushun saw Hu Biao from a distance and raised the speed grenade in his hand.

At this time, Hu Biao's body must have been shot, but the bundle of cluster grenades in his hand had disappeared and must have fallen into the gun turret.

Next, Hu Biao also laid his body on the gun tower, and then plunged into the gun tower!

Then there was a muffled sound, and a stream of white smoke came out from the cover of the gun tower.

Company commander Hu Biao was also finished, and Li Fushun knew it.

The tank that rebelled for some reason finally lay down, but the Japanese troops also rushed up behind it.

"Fight!" Li Fushun shouted, and the light machine gun in his hand rang out.

As soon as his gunshot rang out, the gunshots beside him rang loudly at the same time.

Not only did the people from their platoon shoot, but also the people from the platoon that came over from the other side of the woods arrived.

The tank could no longer move, but the problem was that the Japanese troops also rushed up, and in the middle area where the two sides were shooting each other, there were more than 20 Northeastern Army soldiers running desperately towards the woods.

From the moment the tank started firing at the Northeastern officers and soldiers until Hu Biao sacrificed his life to blow up the tank, of the more than a hundred officers and soldiers who had withdrawn from the hill, only these twenty or so were left!

But these twenty people were not able to survive in the end, because the Japanese troops behind also started shooting.

It is naturally impossible to see bullets with the naked eye, but smoke is constantly rising from the muzzle of the gun. How many bullets are flying in the void? This world is so dangerous!

People on both sides were constantly shot and fell to the ground, and at this time Li Fushun's machine gun became the focus of the Japanese army's attack.

"Bring the magazine!" Li Fushun shouted, but at the same time, a soldier who was passing the magazine to him was shot and fell down.

Another soldier climbed over and handed over the magazine. When Li Fushun put the magazine on his shoulder and fired again, he saw four figures approaching the woods.

Li Fushun felt desolate in his heart. With the strength of a company and the dozen or so men led by Hu Biao, now there were only four men left?

"Thud, tut, tut", Li Fushun fired a short burst again, and finally the four figures suddenly appeared in the woods, but the moment they entered the woods, two more of the four fell down!

Even during the Central Plains War, Li Fushun had never fought such a tragic battle.

But at this time, he didn't notice that behind a small dirt bag about a hundred meters away, the Japanese army had already set up a grenade.

"Hiss--" was heard, and almost at the same time, a grenade exploded in front of Li Fushun.

To be honest, even when the mortar shells used by the Japanese army exploded, the sound was not very loud. When the grenades fired from the grenade exploded, the sound was much quieter.

But it was a bomb after all. Li Fushun fell down amid the explosion, and his machine gun never fired again.

"Third brother!" When Shang Zhen crawled to Li Fushun and turned Li Fushun over, he saw blood flowing out of Li Fushun's chest and head.

Li Fushun only said three words: "Live on." Then his eyes became vacant.

His pupils were dilated, and the blue sky with gunpowder smoke became nothingness in his eyes.