There was a choking smell of kerosene smoke in the room. There were lanterns on the kerosene lamp, and the light in the room was already very dim.
It felt like the kerosene lamp was about to go out soon, as if China would fall under the iron heel of Japanese imperialism at this time. There was a dull and depressing feeling in the room.
At this time, Ju Hongxia stood up, and everyone in the room watched as she walked to the kerosene lamp and gently turned the lamp twist with a small wooden stick.
As the knotted lanterns were removed, the kerosene lamp became brighter, adding a glimmer of bright hope to everyone present.
Ju Hongxia was the female salt police officer who had a lucky escape.
The police are also divided into many types. For example, the armed police in later generations were divided into forest armed police, golden armed police, etc.
In the current Republic of China, salt was sold exclusively. In order to prevent smuggling of salt, there were naturally police officers specializing in salt management, and Ju Hongxia naturally did this.
Ju Hongxia has a good figure, and because she is wearing a police uniform and has a police belt around her waist, under the illumination of the kerosene lamp, the protruding parts of her body are illuminated, making her look The figure is convex and concave.
But most people don't care about this, because they are immersed in the anti-Japanese experience described by the soldier just now.
"Have any of you ever had a hand-to-hand fight with a kid?" Chu Tian spoke at this time.
By this time, Chu Tian discovered that what Shang Zhen said was correct.
Although the soldiers who retreated from the Songhu battlefield were defeated, it cannot be said that they had not fought bloody battles with the Japanese before.
So Chutian decided to have this conversation from a different angle.
The reason why he brought up the topic of hand-to-hand combat actually had his own little motive.
That was before, Shang Zhen stabbed a Japanese soldier to death with a bayonet, and then used a rifle butt to smash to death the Japanese officer holding a command knife. Chu Tian hoped that by talking about hand-to-hand combat, the defeated soldiers would react to Shang Zhen. Notice.
After all, it is well known that the Japanese army's bayonet skills are much higher than that of the Chinese army. So when Shang Zhen had sufficient troops on his side, he took the initiative to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the two Japanese soldiers. This is not a behavior of his own group. Proud?
But his little thought was not understood by the defeated soldiers. At this time, a soldier said: "What is there to say about hand-to-hand combat?"
"Why can't you say that?" At this time, Old Man Wang asked, "Young devil, there are planes in the sky, warships on the water, and tanks and artillery on the ground. If we don't fight in vain with others, sometimes we will die without even knowing it." How he died, like—"
At this point, Mr. Wang didn't continue talking, and he didn't look at anyone, but everyone knew what he was referring to.
Like what?
Just like the other twelve salt policemen who were with Ju Hongxia, they may not have even seen what the Japanese soldiers looked like, and then they were directly killed by Japanese artillery shells.
Wang Laomao undoubtedly pointed out the significance of hand-to-hand combat.
It is inferior to the Japanese army in terms of firepower, inferior marksmanship, and inferior tactical awareness. The Chinese army can only compete with the Japanese army in hand-to-hand combat. Even more pessimistically, only in hand-to-hand combat can it obtain more kills of the Japanese army. Opportunity.
After Wang Lao Mao said this, he looked at the soldier, and Shang Zhen and others also looked over, with a look of expectation in their eyes, even though they knew that hand-to-hand combat was the cruelest of all battles.
We have entered the era of hot weapons, but if there is a duel with hot weapons instead of using the most primitive cold weapons, then during the battle, the blood produced by the human body's organs will be strongly irritating to people.
Of course, that's only for new recruits.
"I'm from the Fourth Temporary Battalion of the Fourth Tax Police Regiment." The soldier finally said.
But just when everyone thought he was going to talk about his experience of hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese army, he suddenly changed his tone and explained, "Originally I didn't want to mention hand-to-hand combat, but I couldn't figure out when I would die. I don't know if anyone in our house can survive this war.
So I thought I might as well tell you what I experienced.
If any of us in this room can survive until the end, when we win the Anti-Japanese War, I hope that I can tell my story so that people who come after me will know that it is not easy for us to fight against the Japanese in this life. I know how difficult peace is. "
Chinese people have always been taboo about talking about death, but now those of them, including the female salt policewoman Ju Hongxia, have experienced life and death in war, so it is understandable that the soldier said such things, and everyone was silent. Wait, then the soldier started telling the story.
"I was guarding the Zhoujiaqiao position at that time. There were dead people everywhere and the troops were in disarray. So after every battle, the remaining people were called together to form a temporary camp, and then organized into death squads before rushing forward.
We were the fourth batch of suicide squads at that time. The first three batches went and never came back. It is estimated that they were all lost.
Just like the big brother said just now, our firepower is not as good as others, so we can only rush to the enemy's position as quickly as possible to fight with the enemy's bayonets, so the enemy's artillery does not dare to fire.
After rushing to the Japanese positions, there were sounds of bayonets piercing flesh and shouts everywhere.
The person rushing in front of me was a Sichuan man. I called him Little Sichuan, and I didn’t know his first name. He was not tall, only about seventeen or eighteen years old.
I saw him use a bayonet to pierce the belly of a Japanese soldier first, but I don’t know what was on the Japanese soldier’s body, or the bayonet pierced the kid’s bones. Anyway, the bayonet did not penetrate through.
The Japanese soldier picked up the knife and chopped it on his head, but the Japanese soldier was also injured.
The knife was stuck on the top of his head. It was probably cut more than two inches deep, but it didn't cut through. The two of them were holding on like old cows.
At this time, two more Japs ran over. They both stabbed Little Sichuan with their bayonets, and Little Sichuan fell. I shot one of the Japs from behind, killing the guy's head. Opened the flower.
The remaining Japs came towards me and stabbed me in the leg with a bayonet. I hit him on the bridge of the nose with the butt of my rifle and knocked him down.
I limped one leg and gave the guy a patch of bayonet, but the bayonet didn't penetrate his belly, and I couldn't figure out what hard thing was in his clothes.
When I was exerting myself, I heard the sound of the Japanese's big-toed shoes behind me, and then I felt a blow on the back of my head, and I didn't know anything. "
When the soldier said this, he subconsciously reached out and touched the back of his head, as if it was still hurting there.
"Then how did you escape back?" Chu Tian asked at this time.
"How could I possibly escape back? By the time I woke up, it was already the fourth day, alas." The soldier continued, "They said I was rescued by the fourth group of death squads who rushed up. Our group Everyone who went up to the death squad died except me.
Our temporary camp was replenished seven times in ten days.
When it was said that we could retreat, only sixteen people came back. On the way, we were bombed by Japanese planes, so I got separated from the others. "
After the soldier finished speaking, Chu Tiancai realized how superficial his idea of gaining some glory through Shang Zhen's hand-to-hand combat was.
The hand-to-hand combat on the battlefield was so bloody. In fact, it was also a chaotic battle. If you really rushed into that kind of hand-to-hand combat, you would really have a narrow escape.
As the soldier said, how can others know the intensity of the real battle except those involved?
And if all those who witnessed the battle were killed, then no one would know how tragic the battle was.
In the end, all the dead became the cold corpses on the battlefield.
