Volume 1 Deserter's Bloodbath Chapter 40: Untraceable Reward!
To the east of Xima's house, Hu Lian was marching with the main force of the 66th Regiment and the heavy mortar platoon and engineering company assigned to him; the battle for Xima's house had already started, and the Third Battalion, which he did not want to attack, suffered heavy casualties due to reasons of firepower and manpower!
"Hurry! Follow me!"
Hu Lian shouted anxiously. The troops he led carried too many heavy machine guns, ammunition, mortars and other things. Their marching speed could not be compared with that of the Third Battalion, which was advancing lightly.
"Report!"
"The Third Battalion has captured Xima's residence. The casualties are not great. Please give us your next instructions!"
The signalman ran closer. Hu Lian looked at the gasping signalman in surprise. He couldn't believe it! It hadn't even been half an hour since the gunshots. It was over? When did the devils become so easy to fight?
"The Death Squadron and Captain Wang launched a surprise attack on Xima's residence..."
The signalman narrated the battle in detail, and Hu Lian nodded continuously. So that's how it happened.
"Tell Captain Wang to wait here and organize the ammunition to prevent the enemy's counterattack. I will be there with the 66th Regiment immediately."
Hu Lian hesitated and gave the order. It was not that Hu Lian did not want to launch a surprise attack, but the meaning of a surprise attack had been lost once the gunshots were heard. He was afraid that the Japanese in the entire Luodian were already on full alert!
Outside Xima's residence, more than a dozen brothers from the Death Squad were left to guard the position, while the rest were searching all over the mountains and plains for their lost brothers. They were going to bring back the bodies of those who died in battle, and carry back the injured to be sent to the rear for treatment.
Wang Zhongbin left the Death Squadron outside, not because he was jealous of their military exploits, but because he wanted to reward these desperate brothers and let them clean up the battlefield, as the Japanese must have good things on them.
Cigarettes, lunch boxes, grenades and other common items were the favorites of the brothers in the National Army, not to mention that some of the devils also had scarce goods such as watches, pocket watches, and telescopes. The brothers who could loot oceans and gold were even more fortunate.
"Feng E, this is for you, the devil's lunch box!"
Li Chenglin held two bloody lunch boxes in his right hand and a few Japanese military belts in his left hand. The belts were filled with all kinds of things, and it was obvious that he had gotten a lot of good stuff.
"Keep it for yourself! I don't want it!"
Feng E felt sick when he saw the bloody thing and refused with a frown.
"Don't worry, the Japanese lunch boxes are good stuff. Even though they look bloody on the outside, they are clean on the inside. Take one? They are much better than our multi-grain cakes!"
Li Chenglin said with a smile,
"No need, just enjoy yourself. I'm going to take a rest over there. Call me if anything happens!"
Feng E pointed to the bomb crater next to him. He was afraid that the old soldier would notice his discomfort, so he left tiredly!
"I am indeed a little tired. I'll eat something and sleep for a while!"
Li Chenglin muttered, turned on the kettle, began to wash the blood stains on the outside of the lunch box, then opened it and ate with relish.
The Japanese's field lunch boxes are good things. They not only contain staple foods such as rice balls and biscuits, but also various snacks such as candy and persimmon cakes.
The brothers of the Death Squadron who got the field lunch boxes squatted in the trenches and ate with gusto. They even shared a lunch box with the brothers who didn't get a lunch box. Of course, Feng E was the exception. He had already hidden in the shell crater nearby and closed his eyes...
During the high-speed march, the 66th Regiment was marching with the heavy mortar platoon assigned to it. The heavy mortars of the National Army were equipped with 150mm caliber mortars, which were very powerful in this era. This was a heavy firepower that only the elite among the direct lineage could have!
Inside Xima's house, Wang Zhongbin, who was clearing out the remnants, quickly wiped out the stubborn Japanese soldiers and was now waiting for new orders. The next target, Zhoujiazhai, was less than a kilometer ahead of them . The sound of gunfire had been going on for so long, the Japanese soldiers must be on high alert now. With only a battalion of troops and no support from artillery, Wang Zhongbin didn't dare to act rashly!
Inside the house where half of the wall had collapsed, a pile of firewood was crackling and burning, and the Japanese's iron kettles were piled up in a mess. The brothers were using this method to boil hot water.
“Hoo, hoo, hoo…”
During the brief break, the brothers of the Third Battalion simply hugged their guns and fell asleep with nothing to lean on. The orange flames illuminated their fleshless faces, and their hands were holding rifles tightly on their heaving chests.
The tired and sleepy brothers curled up and slept soundly. The continuous running and fighting day and night had exhausted their spirits and bodies. Since entering the Songhu battlefield, the 11th Division has always been on the road of fighting and preparing for battle.
"battalion commander!"
Of course there were some who did not sleep. This was the responsibility of grassroots officers, waiting for military orders to be issued at any time. The platoon leader sitting at the edge of the ruins saw Wang Zhongbin coming, stood up and raised his tired hands to salute.
"Fell asleep?"
Wang Zhongbin pointed to the fire next to him.
"The brothers are too tired. I'll wake them up now!" the platoon leader explained anxiously .
"No, there are no orders for now, so you should take a rest!"
Wang Zhongbin waved his hand to stop the platoon leader's action.
"Thank you, sir!"
The platoon leader saluted to express his gratitude to Wang Zhongbin in this way.
"Let's go! Let's go outside and wait for the messenger!"
Wang Zhongbin's voice was filled with helplessness. The two guards behind him tightened the rifles on their backs and followed Wang Zhongbin's movements on foot.
Wang Zhongbin was lucky. He had not been injured since entering the Songhu battlefield. However, as he had been fighting with the Third Battalion, he knew that these brothers were almost at their limits and had become exhausted. If it were not for the heavy combat mission, he would have ordered the troops to take emergency rest, even for just a few hours.
Next to the crackling fire, a brother sat on the ground, removing the sticky cloth tied around his shoulders. Another brother was carefully helping him take off his military uniform.
"ah!"
The injured brother gritted his teeth and endured the unspeakable pain. The bloody wound was exposed. It was the mark left by the Japanese bayonet. If this brother was not good at fighting, the wound might have pierced his chest. Now, although the bloody wound was several millimeters deep, it was already the best outcome.
"Sergeant, are you really not going to the wounded camp? Why do you have to suffer like this?" A young man asked with a frown, holding a red-hot piece of firewood.
"That's right! Squad leader, aren't you asking for trouble? This is so painful!"
The brother next to him had his mouth twitching, and he couldn't help but tremble at the thought of burning his flesh with hot firewood.
"Come on! I can bear it!"
The wounded soldier half-sitting on the ground stuffed a piece of rag into his mouth and closed his eyes.
"Do you want to do it?"
The brother holding the firewood was a little hesitant and asked the brother next to him.
"The squad leader asked for it himself, so let's do it!"
Several brothers gathered around, two of them held down his legs, and two of them controlled his arms. The squad leader closed his eyes tightly and did not move!
“Sizzle…”
The red-hot firewood burned the tumbling wound, and the hot firewood made a sizzling sound when it came into contact with the wound, and green smoke rose...
