Volume 1 Deserter's Bloodbath Chapter 53 Suggestions!
The men of the Third Battalion were risking their lives to attack, while the men of the Death Squadron were watching from behind. At first, they thought that the Third Battalion was going to ask them to go up to the machine gun fortifications again, but they didn't expect that the men of the Third Battalion were so brave that they relied on their willpower and used grenades to fight against the Japanese, smashing the Japanese defense line to pieces.
"See! Not only are we in the Death Battalion bleeding, they are bleeding as well."
Feng E pointed at the brothers in front who were attacking with injuries and spoke to the brothers in the Death Squadron .
At this point in the battle, there is actually nothing that can move the remaining thirty-one brothers. From 650 people to thirty-one people, these people no longer believe they can survive. They have actually lost the will to live and only hope to avoid the battle and live one more day.
"Mr. Feng, didn't we shed blood? When we stepped onto the battlefield, we had 650 brothers, and Captain Lin brought in some more brothers to supplement us. What about now? How many are left? Thirty-one! Aren't our deaths enough? Those guys in the Military and Political Department just want to find some free death squads. They don't even provide pensions. They want us to fight for our lives with just a gun. Why?"
A criminal soldier was roaring in the ruins amidst the sound of gunfire. As he continued to roar, his tears slowly fell. The criminal soldiers around him were collectively silent, sighing one by one, as if they were sad for their fate.
"Why? I'll tell you why. Because we are all criminals. If we don't go to the battlefield, we will be shot at the execution ground. Let us go back to the battlefield, at least it gives us a chance to be human again. If we fight and die here, at least we have the identity of a Chinese, which is much better than disappearing in a military prison. More importantly, after completing our mission, we can return to our hometown like a martyr. Maybe our souls will also return with pride."
Feng E roared loudly, trying to make his voice heard as far as possible.
"Mission, so many dead brothers, how many people completed the mission? Besides, no matter how many devils we kill now, does anyone remember? Even Captain Lin is dead!"
A criminal soldier muttered, his sigh full of helplessness.
"Captain Lin is right behind us. Go get two of your brothers to bring the captain's account book over. Also, collect the ammunition."
Feng E pointed behind him.
"It's all in vain!"
The two criminal soldiers grumbled, but still crawled backwards.
"I killed four devils tonight. How many heads do you have? Report them yourself!"
Feng E asked the brothers around him,
"What do you mean?" asked a brother.
"If you want to clear your identities as criminal soldiers, then we have no choice but to band together to survive. Gather all the heads and let some of the brothers clear their names first. In the next battle, if someone dies in the battle, they will be cleared first. Do you have any objection to this?"
Feng E asked,
No one answered. Everyone was in deep thought. They were not thinking about whether they agreed or not. Instead, they were considering whether this new recruit who had just graduated from the military academy could take them back alive.
"It's good to be acquitted, but the most important thing is to be alive. If you're dead, there's no point in being acquitted!"
A criminal soldier muttered in a low voice. Feng E knew as soon as he heard it that the person who was speaking must be an old soldier. His family members probably didn't care about him. This kind of person only lives for himself.
"Humph! What time is it now? Can we live just because we want to? Our fate has been decided since we set foot on this battlefield. We will either become Chinese who die in battle, or be executed as deserters. Live? That depends on whether God will bestow a blessing on us..."
"Feng E, I got the stuff!"
As Feng E was speaking, the brother who had turned around crawled back, holding a package in his hand, which should be the clothes stripped from the dead body.
"It's the devil's clothes, and everything is inside."
"I got the Czech machine gun back, but I don't know if it can be used. Here are the bullets and magazines."
The two brothers placed the things in their hands at the bottom of the crater and carefully explained that if these people misunderstood that they had stripped Captain Lin of his clothes, everything would be ruined.
Feng E opened his clothes and found the things left by Lin Yuan inside, including a Mauser pistol, two clips, a pocket watch, and more than twenty pistol bullets. Under these things was something wrapped in oil paper. Feng E slowly opened it and found the roster of the Death Battalion, which recorded the achievements of all the brothers in the Death Battalion, including those who died in battle.
"The telescope was blown to pieces, but there was still half a pack of cigarettes. We didn't take it, so we gave it to Captain Lin to smoke on the way."
"Got it. The roster is here. We can't look at it now. We'll have to wait until tomorrow morning. Those who are willing to accept my command, pack up your equipment and follow me now. Those who are not willing, you can go wherever you want. If you want to desert, you'll have to find a good opportunity. If you're caught by the regiment's guard company, you'll have to be prepared for the consequences."
As Feng E spoke, he loaded the pistol with bullets. After loading more than 20 bullets into the pistol, it couldn't even fill a clip. He put the pistol into the holster and straddled his waist. He put the pocket watch into the pocket of his military uniform. As for the list, he rewrapped it with oil paper and stuffed it into his chest...
The clothes that were stripped back were gone. Feng Echao picked up the Czech machine gun that his brothers had brought back. The bipod of the machine gun was gone, and the body of the machine gun was placed flat on his thigh. He pressed down the magazine catch, pulled out the magazine, pressed down the latch, lifted the neck of the trigger with his right hand, turned the gun body, and lifted the barrel handle with his left hand, and pulled the gun body backwards with both hands at the same time; he pressed down the positioning plate at the bottom of the buttstock, turned the base cover, and took out the accessory box and cleaning rod; he turned the handle behind the rear sight to open the feed mechanism. He unbolted the cover, opened the missile plate, pushed out the barrel fixing bolt, held the barrel carrying handle, and pulled the barrel forward; used the hammer and punch in the accessory box to knock out the connecting pin behind the receiver, pulled out the breech block, and took out the recoil spring; used the loading handle to pull out the bolt frame and bolt parts backward; removed the bipod from the barrel, turned the gun frame over, removed the cotter pin of the vertical axis nut, unscrewed the vertical axis nut, loosened the direction locking handle, separated the upper and lower frames, and put them aside in order, then took a deep breath.
Feng E did this in the dark, which made the brothers around him stare in amazement. Feng E ignored them and started to install it step by step.
"The 11th Division's Czech-style rifles are all imported. This gun is not bad and should be able to be used, but you can only hold it and shoot it, that's it."
Feng E turned the handle at the rear of the barrel and turned it to a vertical position, which is the front grip of the Czech machine gun in the charge mode. Of course, it can also be turned back to become a handle for easy movement.
"Can this be used? The recoil is so strong. If you use it like this, you'll probably become a sitting duck for the enemy!"
An old soldier looked at Feng E's shooting posture with his gun against his waist and asked with doubt.
"He can lie down somewhere, put the barrel somewhere, and then use this grip to fix the barrel of the machine gun, so that he won't run around, and the buttstock is still against the shoulder, that's it..."
Feng E explained, and the pose he made finally satisfied the group. There was no other way, who told them that they didn't have the cover of machine gun fire now ? It was better to have something to use than nothing. Besides, with this pose, it was less likely to be shot. However, there was no way to guarantee the accuracy of the shooting. Everything depended on the machine gunner's performance on the spot.
