War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 487: Should I sing one for you?

"The setting sun is setting over the western hills~"

"The beauty is back to the show room~"

"The pink face of peach blossoms reflects the candlelight~ah~ah!"

In the trench, Chang Zhan held a half-burned cigarette butt in his mouth, letting the smoke float up along his hair. He held an opened copper pocket watch in his hand, looking at the photo of a woman embedded in the case, and hummed at dusk.

"I'm too lazy to take off my makeup~"

"Sitting alone on the ivory bed~"

"Waves of longing and sighs"

"La me hi ya..."

"La Mo Hai Er Ya..."

"Ruthlessly breaking up a pair of beautiful lovers..."

Wang Yuzhan had been listening nearby, and at the end he asked curiously, "Mr. Chang, which play is this?"

Chang Zhan turned his head to look at him and shook his head: "No."

"You sang it, how could you not know it?" Wang Yuzhan asked, "I am a native of Northeast China. I grew up listening to Errenzhuan. I know the tune and the lyrics very well, but I just can't remember it..."

"Tell me quickly, or I'll die on the battlefield and won't be able to close my eyes."

Chang Zhan shook his head again, rubbed his itchy back against the trench and said, "I really don't know, I only remembered these two lines after listening to Chaoyang singing, and I can't sing any more."

"However, since you are a member of our 217, I have to tell you about our 217 taboos."

"We are different from other regiments. Before going to the battlefield, we are not allowed to say goodbye or entrust important matters. Political Commissar Lao Yang is responsible for counting the soldiers who died for the country, and is not allowed to call them the mourners. No group photos before the battle, no mention of "death" during the battle, and no complaints after the battle. Did you remember?"

Wang Yuzhan asked curiously, "Why didn't you take a photo before the war?"

"No."

Chang Zhan closed his pocket watch and turned to look at Wang Yuzhan: "Sing another one for you?"

"Okay."

Chang Zhan cleared his throat and laughed while doing so, causing Wang Yuzhan to stare at him...

Chang Zhan suddenly shouted in his hoarse voice: "Blue-faced Dou Erdun!"

Instantly, all the remaining soldiers of the old company on the battlefield echoed in unison: "Fuck you!"

"Red-faced Guan Gong!"

"I love to touch..."

Wang Yuzhan was stunned on the spot!

He had never heard such straightforward words!
Compared to this word, the "pink play" in the Errenzhuan is quite sentimental. It's almost as good as picking up a gun and mounting a horse, and Chang Zhan is so happy sitting in the trench, as if he has never been so happy before. Then look at the Northeast Army of the 67th Army, all of them stare at the people around them with an attitude of not knowing what to do, and finally cause a burst of laughter...

Hahahahaha...

This was the only fun they had left in the trenches, and they had a lot of fun with the Northeastern spirit of "Your Uncle Tiger Six".

boom!
A shell exploded without a sound. Chang Zhan climbed out of the trench with his hands and feet, turned around and went into the anti-artillery pit, and then shouted to the outside: "Anti-artillery!!!"

"No one is allowed to show their heads!!!"

boom!
Countless shells fell into the defense line, and the gusts of air washed over the trenches again and again. The splashing mud, flying sacks, and broken defense positions were blown up by the shells like the surface of the earth, and flames continued to rise on the mountainous positions.

"Fifth Platoon Leader!"

"You bastards, you haven't even managed to take down the artillery position!!!"...

Fifth Platoon Leader, we are having trouble taking over the artillery position...

"Platoon leader, how do we fight this?"

Of course, the fifth platoon leader found the Japanese artillery position, but the moment he found the artillery position, he went crazy!
The flat area between the two mountains was densely packed with people. The Japanese had set up an infantry gun grid with four Type 4 infantry guns in each grid. There were eight guns neatly placed there, but the number of people guarding these guns was so dense!

The design of this artillery position originated from the Japanese artillery configuration. A Japanese artillery squad would be equipped with two Type 15 infantry guns. Those responsible for serving the two Type infantry guns included an ammunition squad of people, an actuary, a rangefinder, and a squad cadre totaling ten people, plus maintenance personnel and assembly personnel. The entire squad had nearly sixty to seventy people.

But how can this be the configuration of an artillery squad?
Judging from the number of Type 92 infantry guns alone, there is at least an artillery battalion lying here!
How many people are there in an artillery battalion?

340 people, under which are two artillery squadrons!

An artillery squadron has 30 people in the ammunition squad alone, and two artillery squads have people, equipped with four Type infantry guns, two light machine guns and riflemen for protection.

How many people are needed to guard that artillery battalion?

But the fifth platoon leader only saw these three or four hundred people on the artillery position, and didn't see any soldiers stationed around. Would he dare to rush forward? Not to mention an ambush, even if there was no ambush, it would be crazy for a platoon of soldiers like him to dare to charge into an artillery position with three or four hundred people.

This is not about whether or not we can fight. We are afraid that if we breathe loudly, the enemy will be attracted out and won't even have a chance to escape...

"Fuck you, just lie down quietly."

The fifth platoon leader was in the shade of the hillside and didn't dare to move, nor could he move. He couldn't retreat even if he wanted to, and suddenly he heard the sound of a car behind him.

The fifth platoon leader watched with his own eyes as a truck swayed forward on the mountain road and drove directly into the artillery position, then gave orders to the officer with a command knife over there.

He certainly could not hear the order, but at dusk, he saw the artillerymen who received the order reloaded their shells and began to fire frantically - Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Platoon leader, this is not a solution!"

"Shut up!"

"Don't talk if you don't want to die!"

"Let me fucking think about it..."

The fifth platoon leader was completely at a loss. He carefully observed the entire artillery position along the hilltop. The current situation was that they couldn't even get in, let alone destroy the artillery position... But as long as this thing was there, Lao Chang's place would definitely be bombarded, there was no doubt about it...

boom! boom! boom! boom!
The gunfire continued, but the fifth platoon leader didn't know what to do...

……

it's dark.

Old Chang in the anti-gun pit was holding a copper-cased pocket watch and watching the movement of the hands. He would occasionally glance at the photo next to him, and then the corners of his mouth would slowly rise.

"A copper case?" Wang Yuzhan said beside him, "I'll get you a gold one tomorrow!"

Chang Zhan cursed: "What are you showing off? When I was in Chahar in 33, I wore a gold watch. Even the watch chain was made of gold!"

At this point, his tone weakened: "If Chaoyang hadn't sold it to me... would I have been able to deal with it with such a small amount of copper?"

"Then I'll get you a gold one too!" Wang Yu ignored Chang Zhan's words for the time being. He knew this was a good opportunity to build good relationships with the people in the group, so he said this directly.

"That's very nice." Chang Zhan smiled.

But he suddenly looked up outside, and then pushed Wang Yuzhan out of the anti-gun pit. Then he came out and shouted, "Stop the gunning! The Japs are coming up soon!"

"Each company is keeping a close eye on the small group of troops moving down the mountain. According to their habits, they will definitely move the machine guns first!"

"Don't worry about the machine guns, just don't let the Japs get under your noses!"

"Captain of the Second Company! Send one platoon of your company to keep an eye on the rear. I'm going to stab you!"

(End of this chapter)