In the spring of the 27th year of Shengde, the Imperial Army finally resumed its offensive towards the south.
In the bright spring sunshine, the Imperial Legion's planes continuously bombed the US defense forces and convoys. Under air cover, the infantry and tank units began to attack.
The artillery bombards, the infantry charges, the key still depends on the infantry charge, and it is still the infantry that determines the final victory of the war!
On March 24, the 275th Regiment prepared to enter the city of Zhishier, which is actually a small town. Although the town is not big, it is an important road leading to California. A regiment of US troops is stationed around the town.
After a round of bombardment, the trees along the river were either blown off or left with only bare main stems. Outside the town, there were large fields of wheat growing in the open and flat fields. The green ears of wheat swayed in the wind on the four-foot-high stalks, and the dew on the wheat leaves sparkled.
“Chirp! Chirp…”
The mortar shells fell into the wheat fields with a sharp scream, creating one crater after another. The wheat waves rose and fell in the shock wave of the explosion.
The scene of the wind blowing the wheat waves always reminds people of the wheat fields outside the hometown. Kang Mingwei, holding a gun and lying in the crater, doesn't know why he can't get up. Listening to the rustling sound of the wheat waves, he thinks of the scenes when he and his wife ran in the wheat fields when they were young.
I miss home a little.
He missed home, his pregnant wife, and his unborn child.
The battle started in the early morning. The sun had already risen, and the sunlight shone on the battlefield, making the dewdrops on the wheat leaves sparkle like crystal.
"chug……"
Suddenly, a burst of machine gun fire interrupted Kang Mingwei's thoughts. Although he was lying in a bullet crater, he could still feel the danger of bullets passing through the belly-deep wheat field. The bullets hit the wheat straw like a harvester, making it fly.
At the moment when the machine gun fire was temporarily interrupted, the hazy tranquility gave people a strange illusion. This place was only fifty or sixty meters away from the enemy's trench, and if you looked up, you could see the heads swaying on the breastwork.
He took a deep breath, and at the moment the machine gun stopped firing, he half-stood up again, with half of his body exposed between the wheat ears. He calmly took aim, pulled the trigger, fired a shot, and quickly lay down.
Once again, the sound of machine gun fire rang out, and the whistling of bullets passed over his head.
Just then, Kang Mingwei heard some noise behind him and he immediately turned his gun around.
"who."
"Kang Shangbing, it's me, Fu Zhongming."
Then a figure rolled into the pit. It was Private First Class Fu Zhongbing, who crawled along the ridge. He was from the Tanzanian colony. His father was a farm laborer and his mother was a local aboriginal. However, his skin color was not black, just slightly darker. Even his facial features did not show the thick lips that are unique to black people. This guy was very courageous.
"Private, can you give me a cigarette?"
Kang Mingwei handed him a cigarette. Then he took out a match. Fu Zhongming held the cigarette to the fire, leaned against the crater, took a deep puff, and then pretended to enjoy it. He whispered to himself.
"After I finish smoking this cigarette, even if I die, I will have no regrets."
After saying this, he quietly stuck his head out and looked around. A few comrades were huddled together, shooting, four or five meters away from them.
"The purpose of war is to kill the enemy and keep yourself alive!"
Kang Mingwei pulled off some wheat ears and carefully inserted them into the cable tie of his helmet, which could serve as camouflage in the wheat field.
In Kang Mingwei's view, in a war, one must first protect oneself, only in this way can one better kill the enemy. This is the real way to win the war, unlike these Africans who always talk about life and death.
They don't know what war is. Of course, it is precisely because they don't know how to win the war that they become vassals of the empire.
"Hey, Private Kang, isn't it our duty as soldiers of the Empire to serve the Empire and die for it?"
When saying this, Fu Zhongming's tone seemed very serious, and there was even some dissatisfaction in his tone. Of course, he did not dare to show it, because Kang Shangbing was a real Ming man.
"Anyway, as long as we serve the empire, that's all!"
Suddenly, Fu Zhongming jumped out of the pit after taking a puff of cigarette, and ran in the wheat field, throwing a grenade in front of him. Then he rolled into the wheat field, and the grenade landed accurately in the trench of the US Army, creating a cloud of black smoke.
Kang Mingwei, who witnessed all this, just cursed casually.
"What a lunatic."
Those African soldiers, when they went into battle, attacked recklessly, never considering the danger.
He continued to plant the wheat ears quietly. He would not take risks easily. The purpose of war was to kill the enemy and save himself.
At this moment, he seemed to be thinking a lot, but also seemed to be thinking of nothing. He couldn't tell what his mood was. He seemed very calm, but also very uneasy.
Perhaps, on the battlefield, one should not think about anything.
Suddenly, the artillery unit at the rear began rapid firing. Deafening explosions continued to come from the enemy's trenches. The fierce artillery bombardment immediately turned the enemy's trenches into chaos.
The bombardment is the signal to order the charge!
"Long live!"
With a roar, Kang Mingwei, who seemed calm and composed, jumped up like a clockwork, fixed his bayonet, and rushed out first. The company commander was waving his right hand more than a hundred meters away.
Holding sabers, everyone was running.
Fu Zhongming was right in front of him, holding a rifle and yelling.
"Long live!"
Suddenly, he fell headfirst. He supported himself with his hands and tried to stand up, but fell down again. Ultimately, he failed to stand up. This scene came into Kang Mingwei's eyes, but Kang Mingwei did not stop when passing by him. The enemy's trench was less than three feet wide and four feet deep. The American soldiers in blue military uniforms fled from the narrow trench like mice.
Kang Mingwei jumped into the trench, his body went limp, and he lay down, gasping for breath.
He said to himself:
“Still alive, still alive!”
Suddenly he felt deeply sorry for Fu Zhongming. Although he was not very close to that guy, the leisurely look on Fu Zhongming's face when he went to borrow a cigarette made Kang Mingwei particularly sad.
"What a...brave fellow."
Although to some extent, Kang Mingwei looked down on these Africans - their fathers were from Japan, and Japan was of course also part of the empire, but so what?
The Empire!
No matter what, the Ming Empire belongs to China, but Japan, although also a part of China, is also a periphery.
The women there were very nice, but... he himself didn't know why he treated those people differently.
But now when he saw Fu Zhongming's unswerving spirit, he suddenly realized that they were soldiers of the empire like himself.
Kang Mingwei climbed out of the trench, covered in dirt, holding the rifle that suddenly became heavy, and turned back to look for Fu Zhongming.
Fu Zhongming was lying in the wheat field with some blood at the corner of his mouth. The gun was placed next to his head. Kang Mingwei lowered his head and looked at him silently. Looking at this face that was not much different from his own, an uncontrollable anger rose in his heart.
He is the same as him, there is no difference, they are both imperial soldiers!
He looked around and saw dozens of American soldiers' bodies scattered randomly around the trenches.
At this time, the troops were chasing the remaining enemies and they were already far away. He stood up and looked at the vast wheat fields. The battle was over and there was no one around. In the distance, the reserve troops were coming from behind.
Looking at Fu Zhongming's body on the ground, Kang Mingwei picked him up without hesitation, then carried the heavy body on his shoulders, holding a rifle in one hand, and chased the troops forward...
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