War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 309: Guarding the Country (Thanks to the reward from 'Book Friends')
When pain cannot be vented, for men, venting it with bullets is also a good choice.

"kill!!!!"

Xu Chaoyang stopped commanding, holding an MG30 snatched from the soldier next to him, and pulled the trigger at the Japanese soldiers under the city wall. The original machine gunner became the reserve ammunition man. After he handed the ammunition to the reserve ammunition man, the reserve ammunition man replaced it. After all, the person who stole his machine gun was their regiment commander, so he had to serve him even if he didn't want to.

Of course, it doesn't mean that there will be no one to command the 217th Regiment if Xu Chaoyang is not in command. In fact, when he was at the regiment headquarters just now, Chang Zhan had been commanding the battle on the city wall... It seemed that 217 had a special tradition, that is, when the military chief was not present, the chief instructor had the final say. The chief instructor of the 217th Regiment was first Xu Chaoyang, and then Chang Zhan, just like the 'King of Qin' in the Tang Dynasty, as if this title had a special meaning.

"Open up the space!"

"Stuff donkey hair in your ears? Keep your ears open!"

"After you gather together, your vision and shooting range are almost the same, and the targets you choose are almost the same. So whether the damn Japanese are killed by one bullet or two bullets, they are still killed, right? Don't you understand this principle?"

"Only when the distance between them is widened, do the two guns have a meaning of existence!"

Chang Zhan kept shouting on the city wall, but his shouts were not for the first battalion of the 217th regiment. That group of people did not need any command, as everyone knew what they should do. But it was different for the Northwest Army that had just joined from outside. It was not that they had not received training, but that they would easily get dizzy after fighting.

"All company commanders, please pay attention to your own firing range. Do not overlap with other companies' firing ranges. You idiots!"

"Seventh row, you're sweeping the firing range of sixth row, so what's the point of increasing the distance?"

"Shoot the boundary! Shoot the boundary!"

"Don't you understand battlefield common sense?"

"Rifles are used to shoot 'singles', machine guns are used to shoot 'lines', grenades are used to shoot 'pile', who the hell trained you all? You can't even pick up fallen melons. The Japs will be running away soon, hurry up and knock down as many as you can now!"

angry!

Chang Zhan finally understood why Xu Chaoyang had been getting more and more angry since he started leading the team. This bunch of young men were full of "tiger spirit" and they all thought they were reckless men who could defeat all enemies with one force. Was that okay?

War is a delicate job. If you fail to make calculations, won't you be the one who suffers?

Lao Chang and Xu Chaoyang made their way through the Northeast and were used to hard times. They always liked to spend their money wisely, and preferably have some money left in their pockets, which means having food left over from the previous day so that they won't have to worry tomorrow.

The Northwest Army was not brought from the Northeast by them. These bastards were so poor that they had to pawn their pants. Now you suddenly gave them a handful of silver dollars. What would they think? What is a treasure house or a brothel? If they don't show off all the silver in their pockets, they are not supported by their parents. Even so, they have to hold their chins high and take revenge for their poor days.

How could one possibly worry about whether the shooting ranges overlap or not, and whether bullets are wasted?
This is also the real reason why a group of relocated households enriched the casinos and pawnshops. However, these green hands don't understand this. In their eyes, whoever's business is done well, they will pull the trigger.

As for Xu Chaoyang, he has no such thoughts at the moment.

Xu Chaoyang was so upset that he kept venting his anger while holding the machine gun. He was so angry that he ran towards Yang Jingyu and asked, "Old Yang, do you care? Do you care or not?"

"How can we live like this? We will be out of luck tomorrow!"

Old Yang looked at Xu Chaoyang distressedly, sighed and said, "Let him have his fun."

"This is not a pleasant thing!"

Old Yang hugged the angry Chang Zhan in his arms and whispered, "What's wrong with you? We are spending the boss's money now, why do you feel sorry for the government?"

His words awakened Chang Zhan from his dream, and he realized that the life he was living on 217 was no longer his own.

Old Yang rolled up his sleeves: "Go, bring me a machine gun. Ever since this MG30 got into my bed, I haven't tasted the taste of a new bride!" The situation on the top of Miyun South Gate was in complete chaos. The sounds of machine guns, grenades, and rifles came one after another. As the Japanese soldiers under the gate were constantly knocked down, no one cherished bullets anymore. Yang Jingyu, who was holding a machine gun, also opened fire and pulled the trigger at a Japanese soldier without even letting go.

He also needed to vent. Old Han was someone he had personally come into contact with, and he still hadn't gotten over the anger in his heart. How could he not make a fuss?
But the Japanese were getting farther and farther away, and the sound of tank shelling that had just filled his ears also disappeared. Xu Chaoyang, who was fighting hard, looked up and found that the Japanese stopped rushing forward at some point, leaving only corpses on the ground.

“Retreat!!!”

"The devils are retreating!!!"

The shouts of the soldiers cut through the sky above the city walls, but Xu Chaoyang did not look in the direction where the Japanese retreated, but looked up at the sky, and even added fuel to the fire by admonishing, "Shout louder!"

With Xu Chaoyang's order, the 217th Regiment's soldiers stretched their necks and screamed to the sky: "Victory~~~"

Only Lao Yang and Xu Chaoyang looked up at the sky, hoping that the souls of the martyrs were not far away and that they could hear their voices, leaving behind the satisfaction of having brushed shoulders with victory in their lives.

"Old Yang, have each company count the ammunition consumption, weapons, and equipment damage, and order each battalion commander to record the names of the fallen soldiers. Do you know how to report this?"

"Double." Old Yang gave the answer with a wicked smile.

At this moment, Xu Chaoyang took out the small notebook in which he recorded the names of the soldiers from his jacket pocket. When he opened the notebook while holding half a pencil in his mouth, he did not read most of the front pages. Instead, he picked up a small piece and flipped it from the back to the front. Even then, he turned too far and only realized that he had written all the names on the back of the last page when he turned to the last page!

At that moment, Xu Chaoyang seemed to remember that there were more than just Lao Han who were martyred in his team, but he was too busy with the war to have time to grieve.

"We have to think of a plan." Chang Zhan walked to Xu Chaoyang's side, glanced at the book in his hand and said, "As the saying goes, 'A man's name is like a tree's shadow'. We can't take the bodies of these children back to their hometown for burial, but we can't leave them without even a name, right?"

Xu Chaoyang nodded: "What do you mean?"

"Let's enclose a piece of land." Chang Zhan looked outside the city: "We risk our lives to fight the devils, so we should have the power to enclose a piece of land for our brothers to settle down and use as a grave, right?"

"We'll find a high place so that the brothers can see the county they once protected every day. This will be our best effort."

Xu Chaoyang shook his head: "No."

"What!" Chang Zhan's eyes widened.

Xu Chaoyang continued, "It's not enough to just watch from afar. I have to let them hear what people in the city are saying and see what this county has become because of them."

"Let's find a place in the city to erect a monument for our brothers..."

"In the name of what?" Chang Zhan asked.

"Zhenguo!"

"Isn't this title a bit too big?" Chang Zhan, who had never used such lofty words in his life, felt a little timid in front of such words. He was the old Chang who was not afraid of even the Japanese.

"Just right." Xu Chaoyang said it firmly, leaving no room for doubt.

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