Volume 1: First Battle Chapter 3: Warehouse

  The battlefield is a cruel place, and the scales of victory will not tip in favor of who is just or who is braver!

  500 meters!

  Perhaps the Japanese army was too confident in the power of their planes and artillery, or perhaps they simply didn't take our Chinese troops seriously, so when they charged forward, they did so with reckless abandon, without even a hint of seeking cover or dodging the bullets that were about to rain down on them.

  But this seems normal too, because even I don't believe we can withstand the attack of these Japanese troops. At that time, the Nationalist Party's troops were also divided into many factions and constantly infighting, making it difficult for them to form a strong fighting force. The Japanese had already experienced this before, let alone us who couldn't even be considered regular army...

  400 meters!

  The bayonets of the Japanese army reflected a cold light in the smoke, which pained my eyes and also rekindled the fear in my heart. The scene before me almost made it impossible for me to breathe, and even the hand holding the gun was trembling constantly, so much so that I tried several times to steady the aim but failed!

  300 meters!

  Why haven't you pulled the trigger yet?

  At this distance, I can even see the sneers on the Japanese soldiers' faces clearly. At this speed, they'll be in front of us in less than a minute if we don't open fire now!

  I nervously gazed at the pool table not far away, but he looked like a man who didn't care, coldly staring at the Japanese army in front of him, still showing no intention of giving the order to start fighting.

  "Fire!" Not until the Japanese troops had rushed to within two hundred meters of us did Captain Chi give a loud shout, raise his rifle and fire the first shot.

  Suddenly, the dense gunfire rang out, and the Japanese soldiers in the front row were like being electrocuted, their bodies trembling wildly. The blood arrows followed the whistling of bullets and exploded on the Japanese soldiers' bodies. In an instant, there were Japanese soldiers falling to the ground everywhere, and the air was filled with the stench of gunpowder and blood. This scene was like a demon from hell opening a bloody curtain in front of me.

  However, the Japanese army did not retreat like this. They roared forward like a group of beasts, those in front fell down and those behind trampled on their comrades' bodies to charge forward, those who fell down were immediately followed by another wave...

  Thus, these two irreconcilable nations unfolded a cruel slaughter on this vast expanse of farmland!

  Bang! A gunshot rang out, and with a shockwave through my shoulder, a bullet flew out of the barrel of my gun.

  This is the first time I've pulled the trigger since I came to, and compared to the few shots I fired before, at least I didn't close my eyes this time. But it seems that's not much better than shooting with my eyes closed, because I found that my target was still running around without a care...

  "Bang! Bang!" Two more bullets were fired, but the result was still the same. I had no idea where the bullets flew to.

  I think one of the reasons is that my hands were shaking too much. So I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm myself down as much as possible. Then, in my mind, I recalled the brutal scenes of Japanese troops slaughtering civilians that I had seen in modern movies... Everyone says that if your heart is filled with hatred, you won't be afraid of anything, and this saying really hits the nail on the head!

  When I opened my eyes again, the hatred in my heart had surpassed the fear. At that time, I only thought of shooting the bullets in my hand into the chest of the Japanese devils one by one, so I pulled the bolt, raised the gun and fired at the not-so-distant Japanese army...

  Bang!

  With a gunshot, the head of a Japanese soldier exploded in front of me like a watermelon, and I could clearly see his face being blown to pieces by the bullet, with red and white splashing everywhere. Then, it quickly collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon.

  Bang!

  Another Japanese soldier fell under my gun, and at that time I didn't know what fear was, nor did I have time to be afraid, because the Japanese had already charged to within seventy meters of our military line... I knew exactly what this meant. During university military training, my instructor had told me that the most commonly used tactic in battle was to throw out a row of hand grenades at close range, and then take advantage of the enemy being stunned by the grenades to charge forward with bayonets and engage in a fierce melee!

  We can do it, and so can the enemy. Moreover, the enemies in front of us are all those little Japanese who have experienced many battles... So, to avoid being blown up by the devil's hand grenade, the best way is to use the rifle in our hands to keep him outside the danger line...

  However, I think so, it doesn't mean others think the same way! Before I was mentally prepared, Chi Pai Zhang gave us an order: "Draw your bayonets!"

  "What?" As soon as I heard this, I was stunned. What's the point of drawing a bayonet? To engage in close combat with the little devils?

  At that time, I still didn't realize one thing: the battlefield couldn't afford to let me ask questions, and no one would give me an answer, because there simply wasn't any time.

  Just as I was stunned, Chi Pai Zhang had already waved his pistol and shouted at us: "Brothers! Let's fight the devils to the end! Charge..."

  "Charge!" The warriors charged forward one after another with bayonets, while I was still searching all over my body for a bayonet...

  It wasn't until later that I realized it was a good thing I hesitated and didn't rush forward, or else the events that followed wouldn't have happened.

  The Japanese army and our army's front line were not far apart, the two armies clashed in an instant, but if we still fired at the little devils, it was okay. Once close combat began, the gap in quality between us would quickly become apparent.

  Little Japan is a country that advocates for Bushido, and almost every Japanese person in this era can wield a few moves with a samurai sword. Moreover, the Japanese military places great emphasis on bayonet training, so it can be said that every single one of them is a master of bayonet skills. But what about us? I believe many people are like me, having not even touched a bayonet before going into battle...

  The battlefield is a cruel place, and the scales of victory will not tip in favor of whoever is just or whoever is braver.

  So although warriors were guarding their own country with full enthusiasm and blood, they were still at a disadvantage due to the big difference in quality with the enemy.

  From my point of view, all I saw were the tips of knives covered in blood constantly emerging from our soldiers' bodies, some from their backs, some from their necks... The Japanese drew their swords with precision and ruthlessness. Even when our soldiers dodged and parried, the Japanese still managed to accurately stab them in their vital spots.

  One after another, the warriors fell before me, and the entire front line retreated step by step. With each step back, they left behind pools of blood that shocked my eyes and strips of patriotic lives...

  This won't do!

  I had just mounted my bayonet and was about to charge forward, but when I saw this scene, I involuntarily stopped in my tracks. One thing I must clarify is that at that moment, I didn't charge forward not because I was afraid. A very strange thing is that the fear of war was particularly strong before the battle, but once it started, it wasn't as scary. It's like how you're always nervous before a big exam, but when you actually sit down and start writing, you feel more at ease.

  The reason I didn't follow the warriors to charge forward was that I realized it wasn't a good way to fight, even if I charged up, I would only add one more corpse on the ground, and I couldn't even slightly stop the Japanese army's attack...

  But what can I do? I'm just a small soldier, not to mention that I couldn't command this army, even if I could, it would be too late!

  Suddenly I turned my head and saw that the big door of a warehouse behind me was blown open by the Japanese artillery fire, revealing rows of gasoline barrels inside. Looking around at the sloping terrain nearby... so I didn't hesitate for a moment, picked up my rifle and ran towards the warehouse!

  "What are you doing?" A loud shout made me stop involuntarily, and then a handgun was pressed against my head.

  I couldn't help but cry out in my heart: What kind of day is today? One after another, making people point guns at their heads...

  "Give it back to me!" The owner of the pistol was an officer wearing a big cap, he narrowed his eyes and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Return it to me immediately, otherwise I'll shoot you dead with one shot!"

  It wasn't until then that I realized he had taken me for a deserter. It's said that when the Nationalist Party fought battles, they had a special team behind the troops to kill those soldiers who fled in panic, and now it seems this is indeed true...

  "Sir!" I stammered: "I wasn't trying to run away, I was going to the warehouse..."

  "What are you doing going to the warehouse? Get back here!" The big hat didn't listen to my explanation at all.

  "Sir! I was thinking of going to the warehouse to get gasoline and burn those *** little Japs to death!"

  At these words, Da Ge's hat was blown off and he stared blankly for a moment before turning his head towards the direction of the warehouse, the gun in his hand also drooping down.

  I took a look and knew there was a chance, so I hurriedly continued: "Commander, the front line is about to collapse, we can roll down the gasoline barrels, order the troops to retreat and then detonate the oil barrels..."

  Before I could finish speaking, Da Gai Mao put away his pistol and rushed towards me, shouting: "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up..."

  Then he waved his hand at a dozen or so soldiers behind him and said: "You few, follow me... hurry up!"

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