Volume 1 Deserter's Bloodbath Chapter 41 The Veteran’s Way!
"Well!"
The old soldier biting the rag struggled to let out a cry of pain from his throat. The intense pain made his body tremble violently. He used force with his hands and feet at the same time, resisting instinctively.
"Suppressed!"
The brothers shouted and exerted force with their hands so that the treatment would not fail and their squad leader would not suffer in vain!
"Well!"
The veteran almost fainted, big drops of sweat emerged from his forehead and slid down his face!
As the aroma of barbecue began to waft, the wound, which was several millimeters deep, turned black and turned into dead meat. The entire skin and flesh around the wound was burned to death, and no blood was flowing out.
"Squad leader, it's done!"
The brother holding the firewood threw away what he was holding, tore the rag from the squad leader's mouth, and smiled helplessly.
“Huff, huff…”
Without the obstruction of the rag, the old soldier gasped for breath, releasing the pain that went straight to his soul.
"Wrap it up! Give me some water!"
The brief few dozen seconds seemed to have exhausted all the veteran's strength, and he gave the orders weakly.
The brothers began to bandage the old soldier's wounds. One brother held a bowl with warm water in it.
“Gurgle, gurgle…”
The salt water mixed with salt went into the old soldier's stomach in big gulps.
“Crack!”
It was obvious that they were candies from the Japanese field lunch boxes. There were three pieces in total. They all went into the old soldier's mouth at once. He chewed them hard, trying to restore his strength.
"Monitor, there are still cookies. Would you like some?"
"Put it here, and give me some more water!"
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Of course, the new recruits would not understand what the veteran squad leader did, but the brothers who were also veterans would understand the veteran squad leader's intention. He was certainly not sick and did not have a masochistic tendency. The main reason was that the wound was too deep. When he went to the rear hospital, he washed the wound with salt water and then sutured it. Then he could only wait for God's judgment. In this age when anti-inflammatory drugs are equivalent to gold, whether the wound will be infected can only be decided by God.
Compared to leaving their fate to God, veterans are accustomed to using this ancient method to treat their wounds, so that at least they will not be threatened by infection from the wounds!
Feng Xie, lying in the bomb crater, soon fell asleep, but the noise coming from beside him woke him up with a start!
"call!"
It turned out that Li Chenglin was smoking nearby, and the air was filled with smoke.
"Can't you smoke somewhere else ?" Feng Er asked unhappily.
"I'm doing this for your own good. I'm using these precious cigarettes to help you smoke out the mosquitoes, and you still don't know how to be grateful?"
Li Chenglin smiled happily, enjoying the pleasure of smoking.
"You smoke so recklessly, did you get the cigarette?"
As soon as Feng Xie saw Li Chenglin's expression, he knew that this guy must have got a cigarette, otherwise he wouldn't be smoking like that, because the strong smell of cigarettes on his body showed that he must have smoked more than one.
"Haha, I got almost two packs of those from the Japanese! Do you want one?"
Li Chenglin patted his pocket, which was bulging and it was obvious that there was a lot of stuff inside.
"Go smoke over there and don't disturb my sleep!"
After finishing speaking, Feng Xie closed his eyes again...
"Quick! Speed up!"
On the way to Xima's house, Hu Lian kept urging the troops. The sooner his troops arrived at Xima's house, the more advantageous it would be for their attack. At least it would give the Japanese in Zhoujiazhai, Panzhai, Tanshiqiao and Luodian less time to prepare.
" Brothers, get ready. In five minutes, advance towards Zhou's residence!"
Wang Zhongbin finally received the order to attack. It seemed that Hu Lian’s main force was about to attack Xima’s residence.
"Pack up your equipment and go!"
Lin Yuan shouted in the trench, asking the remaining brothers of the Death Squad to gather. At Xima's house, the Death Squad left behind two bodies and three wounded soldiers, waiting for the civilian workers behind to transport them to the rear.
"Hey, a death squad of more than 600 people is now not even enough for one death squad. I don't know how long we can survive!"
Li Chenglin sighed and lit another cigarette.
"We're all dead anyway, it's better than going to the execution ground. Dying on the battlefield against the Japanese, at least our souls can rest in peace!"
Feng Xie thought about the old soldier who wanted to get rid of his criminal identity until his death, and answered without thinking.
"Yes! At least we didn't die as criminals. Regardless of whether the government recognizes it or not, at least we can rest assured..."
As he spoke, the wrinkles on Li Chenglin's face slowly smoothed out, and even the movements of organizing his equipment became much faster!
"No smoking, no talking, no shooting without permission..."
Before setting off, Wang Zhongbin loudly announced the offensive discipline. The Japanese must have known the news of the fall of Xima Zhai. There was no sound of Japanese counterattack at this time because the Japanese did not want to fight the National Army at night, because in a night battle the Japanese could not take advantage of their air and artillery advantages.
The Third Battalion plus the remaining brothers of the Death Squadron were less than 400 people. Since the Battle of Shanghai, the 11th Division had not received any reinforcements. Once the brothers were killed or injured, it meant a permanent loss of combat effectiveness until they got a chance to be replenished.
"Everyone disperse. Lin Yuan, you lead your brothers to explore the way ahead until you encounter the Japanese!"
Like other officers, Wang Zhongbin had free scouts, and he certainly would not let his brothers die in the front.
“Chirp, chirp…”
Under the pale moonlight, flares kept rising into the sky near Zhou's house. They were afraid that they would be attacked by the National Army like Xima's house.
“Boom boom boom…”
"Da da da……"
The Japs' light and heavy machine guns occasionally fired at the moonlit fields, as if to warn the Chinese troops attempting a sneak attack not to attack, as we already know.
"Lie down, don't look up, and reach forward!"
Bullets from heavy machine guns flew overhead from time to time , and the swaying bullets made it impossible for the brothers in the Death Squad to bend down and move forward, and they had to crawl on the ground.
"In front, can you see the enemy's position?"
Lin Yuan was crawling forward at the back of the team. He couldn't look up and was confused, so he had no way of confirming how far he had crawled. All he could hear was the machine gun bullets flying above his head becoming more and more frequent.
"I can't see anything, I can only see the muzzle flash of the Japanese machine guns!"
Under the pale moonlight, the scout holding the Japanese sergeant's telescope couldn't see far at all and could only turn back and shout helplessly.
"Keep crawling forward until you see the enemy's position !"
Lin Yuan gritted his teeth and told his brothers to continue crawling forward. The role of the vanguard was to provide direction for the artillery fire in the rear. The heavy mortar shells were very precious and should not be wasted easily.
"Group one, on the left; group two, on the right; group three, from the middle! The rest of you, wait where you are and be ready to respond!"
Of course, it is impossible for all the brothers in the Death Squad to move forward in the hail of bullets. Now is not the time for a forceful attack. Three groups of six people continued to crawl forward carrying binoculars. Feng Xie and Li Chenglin were the vanguards in the middle. There was only one sergeant's telescope obtained from the Japanese, plus the one lent to Lin Yuan by Wang Zhongbin, so there were only two telescopes in total. Now was the time for the sniper scope to come into play!
