Chapter 1153 You're a sharpshooter!
Chapter 1153 You're a sharpshooter!
The company commander hid behind the communication ditch, his eyes fixed on the Japanese flank.
The Japanese soldiers on the front were advancing by bending over or crawling on the wheat field. To their east, behind a hastily dug mound, were two heavy machine guns that were constantly firing at the breakthrough to the west, suppressing Zhang Kedi's 3rd Company.
The company commander had a plan in mind.
He commanded, "You two, aim at the area with the most skirmishers in the skirmish line, fire two grenades, and then listen for my movements. I'm aiming at their machine gun positions. As soon as I open fire, you two quickly aim too. As long as they show any signs of moving, we'll bomb those bastards as hard as we can!"
Before they knew it, the Japanese soldiers in the front row had advanced another thirty or forty meters.
The counterattack from the earthen fortress was weakening, and it looked like they couldn't hold on any longer.
The company commander decisively ordered, "Fire!"
The grenade launcher on the company commander's right fired first, launching a grenade loaded with explosives that hit the densest part of the Japanese skirmish line.
The Japanese soldiers had no idea there were enemies on the east side and were caught off guard by the bombing. Then, the soldiers of the company leaned out of the trench and fired seventy or eighty guns at once, the bullets raining down like raindrops.
The Japanese heavy machine gun positions on the east side indeed ceased fire, as if they were hesitating about whether to move. The company commander seized the opportunity!
Reload!
emission!
A grenade hit the earthen slope of the heavy machine gun position. The platoon leader shouted, "Adjust the angle! Adjust the angle! Aim behind that earthen slope and fire!"
The two grenade launchers took turns loading and firing, and several plumes of black smoke burst out from behind the earthen slope. The Japanese heavy machine gun position fell silent.
The Japanese light machine guns in front of them opened fire, forcing the soldiers to retreat back into the trenches for cover. But by then, the Japanese offensive rhythm had been completely disrupted. Those few volleys of fire had killed at least fifty or sixty Japanese soldiers.
This is already a very significant loss for them!
A Japanese battalion of over a thousand men, with an actual combat strength of about eight hundred, has lost more than a hundred men in this inconspicuous little place of Baizhuang. Can they withstand such losses?
Sure enough, the Japanese battalion commander became slightly agitated and brandished his saber while issuing orders.
Zhang Kedi, perched on the earthen slope, could see clearly through his binoculars and eagerly anticipated that the Japanese would launch a full-scale attack.
Because the Japanese heavy machine guns had fallen silent, and their side had crossfire from three sides, although their equipment was inferior to the Japanese, they had the advantage of terrain. The earthen wall and the grenade launchers in the communication trench to the east could restrain the Japanese machine guns in front, so their firepower on this earthen slope could easily harvest the Japanese who dared to continue charging!
Then, following the order of the Japanese battalion commander, the Japanese began to retreat!
This withdrawal was no longer a simple retreat of 100 or 200 meters for redeployment; instead, the rear guard became the front guard, directly leaving the First Battalion's operational range. Less than half an hour later, they were nowhere to be seen!
Zhang Kedi was a little disappointed. Why did they leave so soon?
"Clean up the battlefield! Clean up the battlefield!"
"First, retrieve the Japanese soldiers' guns, and collect all the ammunition. Each company political instructor is responsible for counting it!"
"Pick up all the bullet casings you can!"
"Medic! Medic! Quick, come and bandage me!"
Behind the earthen wall, Chen Youdi was panting heavily, slumped on the ground against a stone. He tried to stand up several times, but his hands and feet wouldn't obey him, especially his legs, which were as soft as noodles!
The second company commander grabbed him and shouted, "Chen Youdi! You little rascal! You're a sharpshooter, aren't you? You've fired a gun before!?"
"I've used a slingshot before. When I was watching over the crops, I used a slingshot to shoot sparrows, and I could hit them every time!"
The second company commander was overjoyed. "You little rascal, your own sparrows haven't even grown up yet, and you're already hunting and eating them every day!"
The soldiers all laughed.
They had just experienced a life-or-death moment, and everyone was under extreme pressure.
If the Japanese can't win, they can retreat calmly. But if they can't win, the cost of retreating will be very high.
Under such pressure, they desperately needed some crude jokes to relieve the pressure, even with their brothers who had just died lying next to them.
"Chen Youdi, from now on you're one of our Second Company members!"
"Ah? No, no, Battalion Commander Zhang's orders are to have me follow the mule and horse team!"
The second company commander patted his head. "Well, I'll go talk to the battalion commander. Here, if you're comfortable with this gun, it'll be yours from now on! Do you know how to clean it?"
Chen Youdi shook his head.
"Go ask your Uncle Luo. Let me tell you, your Uncle Luo is no ordinary man. You can't go wrong by asking him for advice! By the way, I saw you kill a Japanese lieutenant. When we clean up the battlefield later, I'll pull off that Japanese soldier's rank insignia for you. This will be the evidence for your future meritorious service!"
Chen Youdi carried the Type 38 rifle, which was taller than him, back to the mule and horse team behind him.
Xiao Shuanzi was frantic. As soon as he saw Chen Youdi, he rushed over, "Youdi! Youdi! How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Chen Youdi, covered in blood and with streaks of black and white on his face, proudly declared, "I fought the Japanese! I killed the Japanese!"
When Xiao Shuanzi saw the gun he was carrying, he was stunned. "You killed a Japanese soldier? This gun..."
"This gun is for me. The second company commander told me to go to his place! Brother Shuanzi, do you know how to clean a gun?"
Xiao Shuanzi lowered his head and shook his head. "I know how to brush a horse."
Chen Youdi ran over to Uncle Luo again, "Uncle Luo! They say you're an expert, can you teach me how to clean a gun and how to kill Japanese soldiers? I'll pack you some cigarettes!"
As he spoke, Chen Youdi set up his gun to the side, took Uncle Luo's pipe, and diligently filled it with tobacco for him.
"Alright! Alright! Are you going to dig a hole in my tobacco pouch?"
He took the tobacco pouch back, pressed the tobacco with his rough fingers, took out a flint and tinder from the mule cart, rolled the tinder into a stick, struck it a few times with the flint, and with a skillful blow, lit a flame. He then went over to light Uncle Luo's cigarette.
Uncle Luo took a couple of puffs of his tobacco, then patted his bloated tobacco. "Sigh, kid," he sighed, "you're the only son in the family, doing well in the mule team! See this arm of mine? Back then, when the Japanese invaded northern Shanxi, I fought them several battles. I've forgotten how many Japanese I killed. As for accuracy, I was a one-shot kill; I couldn't afford to waste bullets! Then, a shell landed right in front of me, and I became this crippled..."
Chen Youdi said earnestly, "Uncle Luo, the year before last, when our family was fighting against the Japanese, my grandma was too weak to walk. When we came back, we found that the Japanese had cut open her stomach! How could they be so vicious! I'm not afraid of being crippled, I'm going to kill the Japanese!"
Uncle Luo looked at Chen Youdi, then at Xiao Shuanzi who was hanging his head, and tapped his pipe on the cart. "Alright, you learn from me, and Xiao Shuanzi will learn too!"
Xiao Shuanzi raised his head, his eyes shining brightly, "Uncle Luo, I will definitely study hard and practice well!"
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