War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 592: What is Northeast China like?

Chapter 592: What is Northeast China like?
Xinkou.

boom!
A shell exploded on the battlefield, and countless dust was directly blown up along with it. The rustling sound of soil particles falling continued on the battlefield, and the strong granular feeling appeared in the ears.

"beat!!!"

The moment the dust settled, Wang Jinshan popped his head out of the trench, raised his pistol with one hand and pulled the trigger at the Japanese in the distance - bang!

Then there was a continuous sound of gunfire on the battlefield, and the Type 99 rifles and Pheasant Neck rifles in the bunker fired at the same time.

Da da da da da da!

This time Wang Jinshan was well fed. He managed to get six light machine guns and two heavy machine guns by night attacking the Xinkou position. When the soldiers were fighting with bayonets on the battlefield, this guy specially arranged a company to grab the equipment. At that time, our soldiers and the 218th Brigade of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army were mixed together on the battlefield. There was a group of people who were doing dirty work everywhere. As long as the Japanese soldiers were stabbed and fell down, these people would immediately rush over and turn out all the pockets on the Japanese soldiers and turn them clean!
This group of people is well organized and disciplined. Some are responsible for searching the pockets of others and some are on guard. They even have a clear division of labor for who puts the things in the pockets and who carries the things down...

face?
What did Wang Jinshan want that thing for? Could it be more useful than the bullets he collected, or better than the machine gun he brought back?

When the soldiers of their regiment mixed with the 218th Brigade, they had almost pocketed all the equipment of the two squadrons at the Xinkou position. Now, they were using it all on the Japanese.

"Where's the grenade launcher?"

"Second Battalion Commander, can't you fucking use a cannon?"

"Blast him to pieces!!!"

Spray!

The second battalion commander hid in the anti-tank trench on the position. He used the width of the trench to place the grenade launcher at the rearmost edge and fired the grenade launcher out with indirect fire - boom!

The most densely populated area on the battlefield suddenly exploded, and two Japanese soldiers were blown away to the left and right. The flames shot up into the sky, and when countless dust fell, it blocked the sight of the Japanese soldiers behind him. The machine gun in the bunker at the foot of Wang Jinshan desperately pulled the trigger at the densely populated area - da da da da!

After several Japanese soldiers were shot and fell to the ground, Wang Jinshan's cheerful shouts were heard from the trench!
"Haha, good job! Second Battalion Commander, I'll promote you to battalion commander tomorrow!"

The second battalion commander was also beautiful, and immediately replied: "That's great." After saying that, he suddenly froze, as if something was wrong...

"Second Battalion Commander, take that machine gun!"

Before he had time to think about it, the order came again. The second battalion commander quickly lay on the position to measure the distance with his naked eyes, and then quickly returned to the grenade launcher. He completely forgot about what had just happened and was so busy that he was confused.

"Machine gunner, suppress the enemy's firepower point and relieve the pressure on the second battalion commander!"

boom!
Outside the Xinkou position, the front of the machine gun position that the Japanese had just built exploded, but it was still seven or eight meters away from the position of their machine guns. Wang Jinshan turned around and cursed: "Damn it, my artillery shells are exchanged for human lives. It's a waste to shoot blindly like this!"

"Aim and hit!"

He was almost using the grenade launcher as a sniper rifle, but that era was so poor. If an artilleryman didn't know how to use a grenade launcher to destroy the enemy's firepower points, what kind of artilleryman would you be?
But think about it again?

What is the firing range of the machine gun? Would the Japanese place the machine gun within the range of the grenade launcher? It is impossible!
That's why the Japanese would bring the Type 92 infantry gun when they went to war. This thing is used to hold machine gun positions, and the grenade launcher is a lethal weapon before close combat. These two are not the same thing, unless the distance is very close...

The second battalion commander squatted in the pit and muttered: "When you're hungry, you call the cook, but when you're full, you curse at your mother. What a piece of shit!"

"What did you say?" Wang Jinshan didn't hear clearly due to the roar of the artillery shells. The second battalion commander quickly responded: "I said, give me one more chance. If I can't take it down, you can skin me alive!"

boom! ! ! !

When the second battalion commander finished shouting this and threw the shell into the grenade launcher, Wang Jinshan saw the explosion on the enemy's machine gun position the next moment. He was so happy that he walked over a few steps, hugged the second battalion commander's earthy head and kissed him hard: "He is my soldier!"

In their 772nd Regiment, the most pleasant compliment was "You are my soldier!" because it meant recognition of you. Similarly, the most unpleasant insult was not to be given to one's parents, but "From now on, don't say you are my soldier." As long as this was said, the way people in the regiment looked at you would change. It was obvious to the naked eye how uncomfortable the soldiers who were being insulted felt.

Upon hearing these words, the second battalion commander's mouth opened wide, his chin raised to the sky, and he walked around in the anti-tank trench for several circles with his hands on his waist. How beautiful!

"Second Battalion Commander!"

A soldier rushed over: "First Battalion, defense direction, support with two artillery shells!"

"Have you greeted the captain?"

The soldier just lowered his head and kept silent, and the second battalion commander opened his mouth and cursed: "The shells are yours!"

"Second Battalion Commander, the location of the First Battalion, two artillery shells will delay the enemy's attack!"

"Got it!"

The second battalion commander looked at the soldier in front of him awkwardly and said casually: "Get lost!"

Then he stepped onto the steps and lay on the breastwork to aim again. When he saw figures flashing in the direction of the first battalion, he estimated that two squadrons of Japanese soldiers had passed there. He took a closer look, returned to the ammunition box, and took out three shells with determination!
boom!
boom!
boom!
When the shells exploded in a triangular pattern at the front of the 1st Battalion's position, the battalion commander threw his hat on the breastwork, stood up holding the machine gun and shouted: "Fire!!!"

Da da da da da da!

Amid the smoke, a battalion commander's face was dark as he kept shaking from the recoil of the machine gun. They had been living this kind of life in Xinkou for several days.

"Captain, the devils are retreating!"

“They’re retreating!!!”

Wang Jinshan was panting with exhaustion. He didn't feel what he had done, but he was just tired. He sat down in the cold trench and took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket with his dirty hands. Just as he put the cigarette in his mouth, he seemed to remember something and said, "Everyone listen to my orders. Those who are good at shooting are not allowed to rest. Keep lying on the breastwork and aiming. In order to prevent us from getting the supplies from the corpses, the Japanese will send a corpse collection team up soon. Remember, as long as you see a person, no matter if he is wearing a military uniform or not, don't let him go!"

"Yes!!!"

At this time, Wang Jinshan was not thinking about the national hatred or family feud. He was just thinking that as long as the Japanese soldiers died at the front line, even if they were just corpses, they would belong to me. You want to withdraw? You wish!
"beat!"

boom! boom! boom!
Not long after, the Japanese corpse collection team appeared at the edge of the battlefield. These people often wore white coats and carried stretchers, so that they could carry down the wounded alive. But at this critical moment, who can you expect to be moral? Wang Jinshan now just wanted to kill all the Japanese devils, no matter who they were.

"Captain?"

"Ah?" "Didn't they say the Japs had tanks? Why don't we see any?"

Wang Jinshan leaned against the trench, puffed on his cigarette and said, "Do you still want to see tanks?"

"You found a bug in a melon seed, and you still think you are a nobody."

"If they had tanks, would they not attack Xin County? Ah?"

"The Japanese have captured Xin County, which means they have a place to rest in Xinzhou. But they don't know where to use their heavy weapons."

"But if the Japanese attack Xin County for another two days, I think their tanks will come to our place."

The soldier squatted next to Wang Jinshan and asked, "Why?"

"Why? The army is demoralized!"

"Right now, they seem to have taken Xinzhou, but in fact they can't control anything. After a long time, won't the army's morale be disrupted? Once the army's morale is gone, there will be no way to fight this war. Why don't they withdraw?"

"As long as we retreat downwards, we will definitely attack Xinkou with heavy troops. Who can blame him for being Dong Qiwu at Xinkou and Hao Mengling at Shiling Pass?"

"They still know where there are fewer people."

The soldier asked again: "What should we do?"

"What should we do?" Wang Jinshan took two puffs of his cigarette and said with a firm look, "One man can block the passage of ten thousand men!"

"I want to be Zhang Liao for once, and use Xinkou as my free and easy destination!"

……

Outside Taiyuan, Zhuangzi.

The people were building their new homes. They applied for this piece of land from Xu Chaoyang that night. At that time, Liu Gener's father-in-law was ready to give up the land even if he had to exchange it for the murderer who killed Yu Qiulan.

They had long heard that Unit 217 did not owe any military pay, and when they inquired about the policies of our Party and our Army, they discovered that our Party had already exempted more than exorbitant taxes and levies during this period, including the 'date tax, sesame cake tax, oil and sauce tax, firewood tax, and reed mat tax'. Adhering to the principle of 'spending within one's means and spending within one's means', and based on 'making the people bear some burdens without causing harm', the Party was gradually reducing the burden on the people.

Just by hearing the names of these taxes you can tell how harsh they are!
Giving out land and reducing taxes were unheard-of good things in the Republic of China. Don’t the common people know this?

But what did Xu Chaoyang say to these ordinary people?
"I can give you the land, but you guys should stay out of this matter."

This sentence made Liu Gener's father-in-law stare at Xu Chaoyang in a daze. It was the first time he heard that getting something from this world did not require exchange...

"grandfather."

A child nearby ran over, with snot hanging from his philtrum. As he wiped the snot on his sleeve, he pointed to the road and said, "Malaysia."

Liu Gener's father-in-law stood up, and all the people who were building the new house put down the bricks in front of them and the mud they were mixing, and started to move towards this side with their tools. When they got closer, Liu Gener's father-in-law quickly shouted, "Sir, are you okay?"

Xu Chaoyang wore a military uniform that his own people had taken away, and rode on his horse with his arms unbuttoned, saying, "It's okay."

"That shouldn't be the case... That's not what I meant. I meant... What did I want to say... What's going on? How could Yu let you go?"

Xu Chaoyang smiled and waved at him: "Don't worry about it."

As he rode past these people and headed towards Zhuangzi, the old man lowered his head and muttered, "How can I not worry? I owe you a huge favor!"

……

under night.

In the bedroom of the manor, Yuan Fuzhen lay on Xu Chaoyang's chest and looked at the stunned Xu Chaoyang. She didn't ask any questions for a long time until Xu Chaoyang noticed the look in his wife's eyes. Then he said, "Want to ask?"

Yuan Fuzhen shook her head: "No."

"Then why are you staring at me?"

Yuan Fuzhen cocked her head at this moment: "I want to see what you are doing."

"How can you tell?"

At this moment, Xu Chaoyang seemed to have let go of all his fatigue and said softly, "I miss home."

"What is the Northeast like?" Yuan Fuzhen asked curiously.

Xu Chaoyang looked at Yuan Fuzhen's pretty face, thought about it again and again, and finally opened his mouth...

"The plum blossoms in the third nine days of winter have turned the snow all over the mountain red;"

"The shadows of the bleak branches and the crescent moon are looking for someone to sleep;"

"The young man drove the carriage, holding a long whip in his hand, blowing the wind through his red face;"

"The sound of gongs and drums, the first month of the year is here;"

"The sound of firecrackers left a trail of red on the ground;"