Six Companies Fight Against the Devils (Revised Draft)

  "Dad! Mom! What's wrong with you? Speak!" As Yang Sicheng walked into the village, his heart sank like an iceberg. The entire village had turned into a wasteland. When he finally found his parents under the charred wooden beam, they had closed their eyes forever.

  Yang Sicheng was searching frantically through the ruins of the entire village for other villagers, but except for one corpse after another, he found nothing. The only thing Yang Sicheng could confirm was that almost every corpse had penetrating wounds left by rifles. There were shell casings everywhere in the village, and it seemed that a bloody battle had taken place here.

  Don't look at the village with few people, but to deal with these hunters who have been active in the deep mountains for many years, ordinary "beards" are not enough. It must be done by the army! Who did it? Yang Sicheng was speechless and asked the sky.

  He searched everywhere for clues and finally found a newly piled up huge mound of earth at the village entrance, what was buried inside? Everyone in the village except him had fallen outside, this mound must be burying the culprits who killed his relatives and slaughtered the old and young of the whole village!

  He kicked the soil mound violently with one foot, then pounced on it and dug frantically, finally exposing some corpses. Yang Sicheng recognized at a glance that the uniforms worn by these corpses were those of the "National Army" of the damned "Manchukuo".

  These bastards are helping the enemy and treating the thief as their father! Yang Sicheng's teeth were chattering with rage!

  The national hatred, Yang Sicheng's anger in his heart was overwhelming. He dug out the corpses of those "national soldiers" and threw them to one side, then moved the bodies of all the villagers into this large pit and reburied them. By the time he finished all this, it was already dawn.

  He knelt in front of the grave, facing all the villagers and solemnly kowtowed three times. He made a solemn vow: "Don't worry, everyone! I will definitely avenge you! Drive out the Japanese devils and eliminate those traitors!"

  Yang Sicheng hastened to the place where he and Yang Jingyu parted ways last night, fortunately it didn't snow last night, the footprints on the ground were still faintly visible, the "tracking technique" he had practiced since childhood helped him a lot. Yang Sicheng followed the footprints and soon caught up with Yang Jingyu and the others.

  Actually Yang Jingyu and his men didn't go far, they found a place nearby to take shelter for the night.

  They were all surprised to see Yang Sicheng rushing up, and Yang Sicheng knelt down in front of Yang Jingyu with a thud, crying: "General Yang, please accept me! I want to avenge my parents and the whole village!"

  Yang Jingyu quickly helped him up and asked in detail what had happened.

  Yang Sicheng cried as he recounted the Tú Village massacre, Yang Jingyu's mood was very heavy. These traitorous "national soldiers" were too detestable, treating invaders with filial piety while being extremely cruel to their own compatriots.

  He hugged Yang Sicheng into his arms and comforted him, saying: "Child, don't cry. Let's go together to fight the devils, kill the 'national army', and avenge the tens of millions of Chinese people!"

  "Ah!" Yang Sicheng nodded vigorously.

  Yang Sicheng followed General Yang Jingyu to the Anti-Japanese Allied Army camp, a heroic army under the leadership of the Communist Party of China, which was formed after the "9·18 Incident" in 1931 by the Northeast Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army, the Northeast Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Detachment and the Northeast People's Revolutionary Army, so it is abbreviated as "Northeast Anti-Alliance".

  He is now in the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army First Route Army, which is commanded by General Yang Jingyu, with a strength of about 4,000 people.

  What kind of troops are these? No uniform military uniforms, no regular weapons, and the ages are also uneven. The older ones are over 50 years old, and the younger ones are only 14 or 15 years old; The clothes are worn in a variety of ways, and in this freezing season, some people have only wrapped a layer of rough animal skin on their summer single clothes to keep warm, while others wear the clothes of the devils or "national army", but with the shoulder badges and collar badges removed. The weapons are even more pitiful, the best weapon is 6 Czech-made light machine guns, and the rifle models are also mostly different, including the "Central Regular" equipped by the Nationalist Party, the Japanese devil's "Type 38 Arisaka", and the Soviet Union's "Mosin-Nagant" ordinary type, and some people only have big knives and crossbows in their hands.

  Without logistical support or material security, they gnawed on tree bark and grass roots when hungry, and slept on ice and snow when tired. Yet it was they who used their own flesh and blood to hold off hundreds of thousands of well-equipped and well-trained Japanese Kwantung Army, building a new Great Wall for China and the Northeast. Yang Sicheng's nose felt a pang of sorrow.

  "Commander Yang, please let me join this battle!" It's been two months since he joined the resistance league, but Commander Yang, in order to protect this extraordinary young man, only allowed him to teach shooting techniques to the excellent marksmen selected by the troops and did not allow him to participate in frontline battles. Seeing that this battle had already begun, but still no chance for Yang Si Cheng, he couldn't help but rush forward, asking Commander Yang to go into battle.

  This battle was to eliminate a Japanese artillery tower that blocked our passage down the mountain, the solid artillery tower was built on a high ground, inside which was stationed a small team of Japanese troops (equivalent to a platoon) and 2 platoons of "National Army", the four-story-high artillery tower was densely covered with shooting holes, outside the artillery tower there was also a wide trench, anti-Japanese soldiers without heavy weapons would suffer immeasurable losses if they wanted to take down the artillery tower.

  "Alright, you lead your 'Yang Gun Team' to provide firepower support, but don't participate in the charge. After all, our excellent marksmen are too few." Looking at the increasingly heavy casualties of the troops, Commander Yang finally made up his mind.

  "Yes, 'Yang Gun Squad' follow me!" Because of the surname Yang, these 12 shooters were also using Mosin-Nagant rifles (mainly to unify ammunition calibers), and comrades jokingly called them "Yang Gun Squad".

  In the past two months, Yang Si Cheng had thoroughly explained to his teammates the principles of shooting, trajectory parabolas and the essentials of shooting. The influence of wind hadn't been discussed yet, but even if it was, it wouldn't be effective without a large amount of ammunition and actual shooting experience. However, with Yang Si Cheng by their side to correct them at any time, there's no need to worry. Now, Yang Si Cheng no longer needs to rely on "spit" to determine wind speed; he can tell just by glancing at the movement speed of clouds or smoke.

  "Big cow, you're in charge of the 2 shooting holes on the left side of the 4th floor. Cheng Jun, you're in charge of the 2 on the right side of the 4th floor. Old Li, 2nd floor left side 2 holes. Wang Yuxiang, 2nd floor right side 2 holes. Zhang Hu, 1st floor left side 2 holes. Zhao Wei, 1st floor right side 2 holes. Wang Wei, 3rd floor left side first heavy machine gun shooting hole. Wen Bing, 3rd floor right side second heavy machine gun. Everyone else get ready to fill in the gaps and suppress the enemy's heavy firepower." As they approached the small woods 400 meters away from the enemy, Yang Sicheng quickly assigned tasks.

  "Set the sights to 400 meters, aim at a point 2 meters to the left of the target and fire!" Although the team members found Yang Sicheng's order somewhat strange, they carried it out without hesitation. "Bang, bang..." With a burst of gunfire, the enemy who was hiding in the "turtle shell" and frantically pouring bullets outside suddenly fell silent. The enemy was stunned - when had they ever seen such precise firepower?

  The soldiers who had been suppressed by the enemy's firepower suddenly burst into cheers and quickly launched a charge against the enemy.

  "Rat-a-tat-a..." After a brief silence, the enemy's 92-style heavy machine gun began to fire wildly again, and the troops were suppressed in a depression once more. The situation was extremely critical. "Wang Wei, left deviation 1 meter, fire!" "Bang!" The enemy's machine gun fell silent again, and a small warrior with an explosive pack jumped up quickly, rushing to the vicinity of the enemy trench. However, the trench was wide and deep, and he anxiously jumped his feet.

  Yang Sicheng ordered his comrades to continue covering him, then raised his "Kagya", to be honest, it's hard to imagine the difficulty of hitting a rope swaying in the cold wind 400 meters away, but if they didn't bring down the suspension bridge, all their sacrifices would be meaningless.

  He took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, aimed at the rope and pulled the trigger. "Bang" missed, "whoosh" quickly pushed the second bullet into the chamber, "rattling..." The enemy's machine gun started yelling again. Yang Si Cheng quickly pointed the muzzle at the place where the shooting was taking place. "Bang" He clearly saw a bright blood flower bursting out of the enemy's shooting mouth. This was Yang Si Cheng's first time firing a shot to kill someone, but he didn't feel any guilt or mercy in his heart. Maybe the guys in the artillery tower were not even as good as beasts.

  The bullet hit the left pulley with a loud "bang", and it fell to the side, the right pulley also flew out, and with a loud "crack" sound, the suspension bridge collapsed into the ditch.

  The little warrior quickly stepped onto the suspension bridge, and swiftly rushed to the bottom of the bunker. However, the bunker was too slippery to leave a hand grenade, and there was no place to put it. Seeing his comrades rushing closer and closer, and the enemy's machine gun starting to howl again, the little warrior used his right hand to desperately press the explosive package against the wall of the bunker, and his left hand fiercely pulled the fuse. "Dad, mom, I've avenged you!" Along with the little warrior's roar, a loud explosion sounded, and the bunker flew into the sky.

  Many years later, the image of the little warrior still lingered in Yang Sicheng's mind, although he could no longer remember his name. We didn't have sophisticated weapons or equipment, we lacked medical supplies and food, our clothes were tattered, but why were we able to drive away the heavily armed and brutal invaders? It was because we were defending our homeland, and in our bones flowed the blood of a people who vowed to die rather than become slaves to an invading nation.

  "Captain, why did you ask us to aim 2 meters outside the target?" a soldier asked after the battle. "Because of the wind's influence, although it seems that the wind cannot blow the bullet away, in reality, the bullet is greatly affected by the wind during its flight, and the farther the distance, the greater the impact. This time we were shooting at a 400-meter target, and the wind direction was northwest, with a speed of 4 meters per second. Since it was a crosswind, its impact on the bullet was the greatest, which we call 'full-speed wind'. Later, when you have more shooting experience, combined with the formula I taught you, you will be able to calculate the corrected distance." After the battle, Yang Si Cheng specially explained to the soldiers how to "correct for wind".

  What Yang Sicheng can never forget is Comrade Wang Detai, the deputy commander and commander of the Second Army. Although he was with him for a short time, his impression was very deep. He lived and ate with ordinary soldiers like all leaders, shared their joys and sorrows, and was as close to them as hands and feet, without any official airs. In battle, he was brave and fearless, fighting selflessly, even personally participating in hand-to-hand combat. In a skirmish between the Second Army and the puppet army, he bravely commanded the weak forces (over 300 of our troops, over 600 of the enemy) to defeat the enemy, leading his troops to pursue, unfortunately hit by a stray bullet, heroic sacrifice, at the age of 29.

  The battle went on day by day, and the war was fought between Baishan and Heishui. Yang Sicheng, who had experienced dozens of battles, big and small, also transformed from a small "rookie" to an "old soldier" who had killed 265 enemies. The "Yang Gun Team" created excellent results, killing more than 1870 enemies.

  In the blink of an eye, it was July 7, 1937. The shocking "July 7 Incident" broke out, and the war of resistance against Japan erupted on a full scale. In view of the role of snipers in combat, Commander Yang required Yang Si to teach shooting techniques to his comrades whenever he had time. He also shared his skills without reservation, hoping to impart all his techniques to everyone, including not only marksmanship but also wilderness survival skills, how to set traps, and how to hunt wild beasts.

  The anti-Japanese struggle in the Northeast was carried out vigorously, and the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army led by Yang Jingyu, Zhao Shangzhi and others fought a hard and outstanding war. The anti-Japanese armed forces in the Northeast had developed to more than 40,000 people, forming three main bases. The military and civilians in various places flexibly used tactics such as sparrow warfare and guerrilla warfare to deal a heavy blow to the little devils. A large number of elite troops were stuck outside the pass and could not enter the pass smoothly to participate in the battle.

  Of course, the price is also heavy, a large number of excellent commanders sacrificed on the expedition. Let's always remember the names of these heroes: Zhao Yiman, Feng Zhongyun and many more unknown heroes. They shed their blood for the independence of the nation, dedicating their young lives without regret.

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