Fanla, they had smiles on their faces, which was a kind of gloating. It was a rare scene to see them like this towards their enemies.
Si La Si La wanted these old cannon fodders to take some young cannon fodders with them to go down and touch the crabs. Shuo Yu stretched out his head to look down. Their leader's idea was actually quite good. He nodded and was about to say that he would lead the people down, but Fan La held his head down and his nose was buried in the soil.
Except for him, none of the old cannon fodder were willing to go down. They had all seen how accurate the Japanese guns were. Only a fool would go down, not to mention bringing a few new recruits who could do nothing but hold them back. Isn't that courting death?
Fanla knew that Banxianer was definitely going to agree, so before he could speak, he pressed his head down to stop him from talking. Since Banxianer agreed, they had no reason to complain and had to go with him.
But they don't want to go.
"Why are we going down there?" Fanla looked at Sila, busy with his hands trying to stop Banxianer from talking, but with little success.
"Then what do you say we should do? If we show our heads, we'll get shot!"
"That's right, so we still have to go down. I'll take a few guys down right away." This was Shuo Yu, who had just struggled out of the soil, with a face full of dirt. He blinked and looked at Meng Fanle and said in a low voice. His eyes sparkled as he looked at their leader. Si La Si La rubbed his head with his dirty hands as encouragement. If there were little red flower stickers, Ban Xian'er would definitely be the one who had the most on him.
Fanla waved the grenade in his hand towards the two of them and threw it in front of Banxianer and Silasila. Shuoyu didn't have time to stop him and told him that it was useless because there was a blind spot below and it would only be a waste of the grenade. However, judging from the expression of their leader, he obviously knew it, but he didn't say it.
So Shuoyu opened his mouth and swallowed the words in his mouth. It didn't seem spicy, and it would make them go back and forth on the ground doing useless work.
"Alright, alright, throwing all our stuff down there is just going to make a noise. Do you think this is New Year's fireworks? Huh?"
Fanla's head was mercilessly hit by Shuoyu, because this guy was too wasteful. Seeing this, Milong silently threw the grenade behind him farther away, and it just hit Doubing's head behind him, pretending that nothing happened.
"Well, what do you think we should do? Can you give me some advice?"
Meng Fanle covered his head with his hands and looked at Shuo Yu with his small eyes. In fact, he also felt it, but was there a better way?
Shuoyu planned to take his men down, but Fanla was right. The Japanese were really good at shooting, but he estimated that there were not many people down there.
Various items were propped up by wooden sticks and pointed towards the bottom of the slope. One guy even contributed his own underpants. Shuo Yu and a few others began to consume these disposable items that could be replenished, wasting the opponent's bullets.
With his good military training and a fairly smart mind, Ayi made a suggestion when Shuoyu and his companions were trying to find the Japanese soldiers at the bottom of the cliff.
"Oh, we should send people to guard the riverbank immediately. Otherwise, when they come to their senses, they will run into the woods, and then it will be really difficult to find them."
But this suggestion was immediately rejected by their leader. In fact, Shuoyu felt that what Ayi said made sense, but Silasila said that it would serve as a target for their enemies.
He looked annoyed and asked if it was really like this.
It was hard to tell what their regimental commander was trying to do. He opened his mouth and said, "Shouldn't he be able to see it?", but Si La Si La slapped him on the back and said, "If I say no, then it's no!"
Shuoyu and the others were about to go down. Before going down, he told the kids behind him to follow him closely and not get too close to the Japanese devils.
He touched the rice ball in his hand and carefully instructed,
"Don't shake your hands, hold the gun steady, shoot when you hear the command to shoot, and keep your eyes open and watch carefully."
The pair of eyes that had not yet lost their childishness looked at him like this, as if to say I will, I will not forget, but his legs were shaking.
Shuoyu grabbed Milong's machine gun and went down with a few magazines. The enemy was not numerous, at least not compared to them. He killed six people with one box of bullets. Apparently, one of them recognized Shuoyu's face and shouted "monster" in Japanese, then turned around and ran towards the Nujiang River in panic.
Without Shuo Yu's knowledge, all sorts of bizarre legends about him, such as a headless corpse, a Rakshasas, and a deity descended from heaven... spread very quickly within the Takeuchi Regiment. The biggest contributors were the guys who had witnessed the bloody scene on the Nantian Gate that day. From one to ten, and from ten to a hundred, they all spread the story that there was a handsome Chinese monster on the east coast who particularly liked men's heads as collections.
Shuo Yu led a few people who had never fought a war to start this kind of favorable battle. A dozen of them escaped into the woods. He was unable to split himself up and could not handle two directions alone. They could not split up their number of people, so he had to chase the majority of them who were running towards the Nujiang River with the few guys behind him.
When he had just finished and confirmed that most of the enemies were dead, he was about to count the number of people and report back to their regiment commander, but he found that the child next to him, the Jiangxi Chujiang, was holding a Type 38 rifle in his hand. He did not let go and held it tightly. He also fired, but died together with his enemies.
Two guns of the same make, perhaps even produced by the same military factory, were thrust into the soft abdomens of two children facing each other.
Neither side let go.
Shuo Yu only had time to catch Jiangxi Chu Jiang. He had only been with their leader for six days and had eaten full meals for six days, not even a week. A baby whose name he didn't even know slowly lost his life in his arms and became cold. He could do nothing, he couldn't save him. No one was willing to extend his life like Mi Long did to Li Ula.
There were sixteen of them who came down, and fifteen when they returned, but they killed more than thirty people. Although most of them were killed by Shuo Yu, the others who followed him had trouble even aiming with their guns. The one from Chu Jiang in Jiangxi was the only one who dared to shoot and stab people.
It can be said that he completed the task very well, but there are always people in this world who are not so lucky. Shuoyu carried the warm corpse up and buried it with the veterinarian. Only then did he know that the other party's name was Luo Gun. When the last handful of soil was covered, Shuoyu leaned on the small mound and listened to the veterinarian singing the unique tune of Xi'an.
It sounds very nice, really very nice.
One day when he is covered in mud and grass covers his eyes, he will also want to hear this sound. Maybe at that time he will really go home, a home that he himself doesn’t even know where it is.
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