I want to be a good person

"Choo Choo Choo"

The whistling shells raised huge clouds of dust, and the air waves generated by the explosion swept across the entire trench.

"Hidden! Hidden!"

Zhang Aiguo shouted.

Where did the air-raid shelters come from in the straight trenches? How could there be no anti-aircraft and anti-artillery defenses in the fortifications built under the guidance of German advisers?

The rice in the bowl has just been served and has not been eaten yet. Due to the bombing by the Japanese, many soldiers can't even find a bowl and can only starve. Will they be able to have the next meal?

"pain"

"Woo~"

There were constant wails in the trenches. Injured soldiers had to pay for their own medicine, and the food and wages were insufficient. Where would the money come from?

No money?

Just leave it to fate!

The treatment in the rear hospital is not much better!

The good medicine is in the hands of superiors, on the black market, and among senior government officials.

His internal organs were damaged and bleeding, and no one could heal him. His screams seriously affected his morale, but he could do nothing about it. There was not a single injured point on his body.

Zhang Aiguo felt heartbroken as he watched the suffering soldiers. He was unable to comfort them and had no idea how to do so. He could only close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, all he could see was the soldier's attachment to and desire for life, mixed with a hint of fear.

I really can't stand the feeling of waiting to die...

Lonely and helpless...

He filled an aluminum cup with wine and prepared to stand up and make a toast.

There were so many fallen soldiers that the stretchers at the back had to run up after they finished.

"The Japs are here again."

"Chariot!"

"Chariot!"

"bump"

A cloud of thick smoke rose.

"Boom"

Even thicker smoke rose and a suffocating scream was heard in the air. The sound was very familiar, it was the Japanese Type 92 infantry gun.

The observation post shouted tremblingly, the fear and oppression were too strong.

The timing is perfect!

"Da da da"

The infantry hid behind the tanks, aiming and shooting from time to time.

Several stretcher-bearers were unable to dodge and fell in a pool of blood.

The heavy machine guns fired back hastily, leaving only bullet marks.

"Sir, please tie a grenade to me. I'd rather die than kill a few devils."

"Sir, tie it up for me too."

More than a dozen soldiers who felt something was wrong with their bodies expressed their opinions one after another. Since they couldn't survive anyway, they might as well take the Japanese as the last one.

"Brothers..."

Zhang Aiguo's voice was a little choked up, and no matter how much he said, it would all be pale and powerless.

The wounded soldier had eight grenades hanging all over his body.

"Brothers, see you later."

"Open fire and provide cover!"

"Order A-1 and A-2 to fire!"

The soldiers watched as a dozen of their colleagues jumped out of the trench and crawled forward on their bellies.

The machine guns and tanks threatened each other. Zhang Aiguo confirmed that they were two Type 94 tanks and a squadron of soldiers in shit-yellow uniforms lying on the ground, forming a long attack surface.

"suddenly"

The machine gun on the Dou tank was firing continuously. It was equipped with a Type 1745 vehicle-mounted machine gun with rounds of ammunition and an optical sight. The Japanese's usual frugal requirements resulted in accurate shooting.

"Clap"

Several soldiers were knocked over and lay motionless on the ground.

The 6.5mm bullet will cause a penetrating wound to the first person it passes through, and the second and third people will tumble, making it difficult for them to survive the hit.

Zhang Aiguo squatted in the trench, but he could do nothing. The fortifications were defective. The officers and soldiers around him were all praying, probably with the mentality of "I would rather die with my friends than let myself die."

"Ding Ding Ding"

The falling debris made the helmet creak.

One arm fell over his shoulder, his skin tanned red and dark.

Many brothers were killed or injured in the explosion. The heavy artillery in the space could not be used. There was a shortage of observation officers, gunners, loaders, and ammunition handlers.

Type 41 mountain gun? I don't know if it can be used for street fighting. It's a low position. China also has a strict hierarchy. I'm afraid no one will obey orders. There are too many smart people.

Artillerymen and pilots need to be educated, need a lot of training, and have a certain talent.

It is very difficult to get along in the National Army system if you have no roots. It is easy for those who stand out to be rotten, and you will be cannon fodder every day.

At this point, there is no other choice. Surviving on the battlefield does not necessarily make you a hero!

The Japanese tank's machine gun was still firing, and none of the more than ten soldiers could reach the tank.

"Fire! Fire!"

When the soldiers heard the order, they stood up, turned around, and fought back along the trenches.

The two sides fired at each other, the Kuomintang soldiers were constantly hit, grenades exploded, light and heavy machine guns suppressed, and there were more and more gaps in the defense line!

"squeak"

The metallic friction sound of the tank tracks was terrifying.

"Strange, why isn't the machine gun firing?"

"Go and ask Wu Haoran why he hasn't fired yet? The shells are being kept for laying eggs!"

"Yes!"

"Zhengqi, the commander asks you, why don't you fire your cannon?"

"I wanted to open it, but there was no gun. The gun was taken away."

"Who?"

"The command from the General Staff requires small artillery to support Guanghua Gate."

"Where are our people?"

"The gunner led the team away, the truck was driven away, and only about 30 recruits were left. We are guarding the armored vehicle!"

"Got it. I'll report this to the commander!"

Wu Haoran trotted over to report the situation.

"What a bunch of nonsense."

how to spell?

"Ding"

A bullet hit the helmet of the soldier beside him, blood oozes out of the hole, and his body falls backwards.

"when"

Zhang Aiguo's head was buzzing for a while, and then a stray bullet flew over and hit his head.

"Sir, the superiors have ordered my troops to retreat!"

Although he is of a high rank, he is just helping out and is only guarding a small line of defense.

When they received the order to retreat, most of the soldiers had already retreated, leaving only about ten of them to resist on the defense line.

It is difficult to retreat because the Japanese tanks are right in front of us and will launch an attack immediately.

"Sir, how do we retreat?"

"Fire all the grenades."

"Send the armored vehicles over to cover us!"

"It's on the way."

"Launch, launch!"

"bump"

Grenades occasionally landed on the tanks, like tickling them, and the coordinating Japanese infantry immediately lay on the ground.

Zhang Aiguo quickly placed several mines and trip mines on the more than 50-meter-long defense line, and threw a bunch of unused large-caliber shells and several kilograms of nails into the crater.

“Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump”

"withdraw"

The two Madsen light machine guns on the armored vehicle were emitting flames and pouring out bullets.

The firepower suppressed the Japanese infantry and they could not keep up, so the tank stopped and waited for the infantry.

"boom!"

"boom!"

There was another explosion.

The wounded soldier hiding on the ground used all his remaining strength to detonate the grenade, causing a secondary explosion of a tank.

Do we still want to enter Nanjing City?

There are only 42 people under his command, and only a few veteran sergeants. How can a new recruit not be afraid? It’s good that they don’t wet their pants. It’s normal for their legs to tremble. They will become scared after touching the gun a few times and hearing the cannon fire.

"boom!"

A gray cloud rose behind us.

The backup plan was to prevent the Japanese from using the Type 92 infantry gun, as armored vehicles could not withstand the bombardment.

There were 11 people in the carriage, all with frustrated looks on their faces, wearing dirty military uniforms and emitting a foul smell.

No matter how bitter the life is, you cannot make yourself suffer; no matter how sweet the life is, you cannot make others happy. Even though you are in a big dye vat, you can still emerge from the mud without being stained by the dust.

"Sir, where are we going?"

"Let's meet up with Yang Zhengqi first."

"Sir, why don't we just go back to the city?"

"We will just be cannon fodder if we go back to the city. The Yijiang Gate has been blocked for a long time. The city has been breached. We can't escape even if we want to!"

"Commander Tang is determined to live and die with the capital."

"If he means what he says, it's like a sow climbing a tree."

The first ones to run away were a few senior officials. It is customary for the leaders to leave first!

"The 36th Division is guarding these gates?"

"You guys are still young. It's right to have ideals and passions, but they have already arranged everything for you. Live and die together? It's just official rhetoric. Their lives are precious."