"Poof", "poof", "poof" machine gun bullets hit the Japanese soldiers and raised several clouds of blood mist, seven or eight sad Japanese soldiers were shot and fell to the ground, with the speed of the Japanese retreat, the machine gun fire on the position began to extend the fire, but more machine guns were shot by the corpses of those Japanese soldiers who had already died.

Without the cover of artillery fire, the Japanese army temporarily stopped the attack, Tang Cheng, who was squatting in the trench, took the opportunity to wipe his rifle, the soldiers in the position used a lot of guns, there are such formal rifles in Tang Cheng's hands, there are also German-style Mauser rifles, but more are called Hanyang-made rifles by veterans, these rifles have a common feature, the guns are more or less bloodstained.

When everyone was huddled in the trench and closed their eyes to recuperate, Tang Cheng, who was also holding a rifle, looked around, the battle was too dangerous, he didn't want to die, Tang Cheng planned to escape from here. Tang Cheng was not a native of Shanghai, and the Japanese artillery fire destroyed all the buildings on the street that were more than three stories high, and Tang Cheng couldn't figure out where he was.

The night began to blur the vision, but the Japanese troops on the opposite side did not want to leave the Chinese soldiers time and opportunity to rest, their flares rose into the air one after another, and the cold light of the flares reflected the night sky, the earth, the Japanese soldiers who were engaged in the attack, and their defense line in Tangcheng. The charging Japanese troops were screaming, the mortars and machine guns on both sides were attacking each other with all their might, the dark red ballistics were shuttling back and forth on the battlefield, and the sound of explosions of various sound qualities filled the ears.

"The Japanese army is out, pay attention to concealment, concealment." The voice of the squad leader filled the position, and the huddled guys stretched out their bodies and crouched down against the trench, and the sound of pulling the bolt was especially clear in the explosion. The trembling Tang Cheng also followed the example of the soldiers around him and held his Zhongzheng rifle to aim ahead, watching the Japanese soldiers approaching step by step, Tang Cheng was depressed and nervous, so that when a dirty hand suddenly appeared on his left side, he was startled and almost missed the trigger.

Tang Cheng turned his head to see that there were several more rows of ammunition at hand, and the owner of the "dirty hand", a thin and childish boy, was distributing ammunition to every soldier who was waiting for him along the trench. Looking at the ill-fitting military uniform and cloth military hat on his body, Tang Cheng felt an inexplicable sourness in his heart, the child didn't seem to be as old as himself, and the head looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old. "20 bullets, everyone has to save some ammunition, we don't have much ammunition, but we have to block the devil here, after the bullets are finished, everyone can only carry their heads and fight with the Japanese soldiers with bayonets." The old man's loud voice explained the origin and purpose of these bullets.

Tang Cheng didn't want to die, in fact, there were escapees in battle, but they either died under the enemy's guns, or they were shot by the officers who supervised the battle on their own side, such a precedent Tang Cheng had seen several times during the day. Sneaking a glance at the old man in the trench, Tang Cheng immediately temporarily dismissed his intention to escape, because he found that the rifle in the old man's hand was always pointed at the recruits, intentionally or unintentionally. Tang Cheng, who was raised by Robert, grew up in countless white eyes, and being observant and flattering was a small means for Tang Cheng to nourish his life.

The continuous battle was a great drain on ammunition, and like those veterans, Tang Cheng silently put four rows of bullets in his pocket. On the one hand, he was coping with the situation that might continue to deteriorate, and on the other hand, he felt that with his current shooting skills, the more bullets he fired, the more Lang Fei would be, and it was better to wait calmly for the results than to fight with all his might. Most of the veterans in the trenches threw off their bullet bags, and the spare bullets were packed in their pockets, which was convenient to move and to ensure that the ammunition could be carried with them.

"Fire, fire" As the order to open fire was given, bullets and shrunnel swept out of the defenders' positions like a storm, and many people in the Japanese offensive formation were shot and fell before they could let out a wail, while most of the defenders, including Tang Cheng, retreated back into the trenches in order to save their lives. As a result, the firepower on the positions naturally weakened a lot. Tang Cheng finally took a breath, and then he heard a rough voice ringing in his ears, and the big foot belonging to the class elder also kicked over mercilessly.

"Fire, fire, all for Lao Tzu to get up and fire." He couldn't fight back after being beaten, he couldn't talk back when he was scolded, and on this life-and-death occasion, Tang Cheng didn't have time to react at all. He could only reflexively grasp the rifle in one hand and hold the steel helmet in the other, and crawl back to the firing position on the edge of the trench, but as soon as his head poked out of the trench, the strong feeling that a bullet would hit him in the next second began to torture his senses and challenge his endurance, especially the groaning bullets flying closely, the heart was completely suspended, and there was even an instinctive urine intention to stimulate the bladder.

With the help of the cold light of the flare, Tang Cheng gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger almost without aiming, and while the eardrum sounded slightly, Tang Cheng felt that his shoulder blades were hit in pain. "The hand holding the gun should be steady, the butt of the gun should be pressed against the shoulder blades, or your shoulder blades will be cracked by the butt, be careful when aiming, don't fucking shoot Lang Fei bullets." The old man's voice exploded in Tang Cheng's ears, but this time the old man's big foot was missing.

In Tang Cheng's heart, the old man's loud voice was even more terrifying than the Japanese soldier opposite, and he didn't dare to turn his head to look at the old man's face, Tang Cheng clumsily pulled the bolt to withdraw the cartridge case according to the method taught by the veteran, and pushed a bullet into the chamber again. Under the deterrence of the old man's loud voice, several recruits next to Tang Cheng also honestly lay down in their respective combat positions, quietly aiming at the Japanese army opposite, in fact, in the environment of night fighting, no one knew whether their bullets killed the enemy, maybe they disappeared, maybe they made up an inconsequential shot on the dying body.

Even so, the soldiers in the trenches pulled the bolts, aimed, and fired, repeating these movements mechanically until all the bullets in the magazine were gone, and then they were able to crouch down and reload the magazine without being reprimanded. Three bullets were fired in succession, and he retracted into the trench again, Tang Cheng gasped for breath, this was the second time he shot a gun, and it was also the second time to face the Japanese army, several attacks by the Japanese army during the day were small-scale, and they were repulsed from a distance of 100 meters, but the Japanese army had already rushed to within 100 meters outside the position.

The tension of the battle made Tang Cheng's heart pound, and what made him even more uncomfortable was the strange smell of gunsmoke and earth, which weighed on his nasal cavity and lungs far more than the cigars that Robert often smoked. Tang Cheng deliberately slowed down the action of reloading the bullets, deliberately deaf to the increasingly clear explosions, but the sound of gunfire and explosions came in one after another, and the grenades seemed to come in handy. After loading the bullets and taking a deep breath, Tang Cheng was about to get up and shoot, but the guy with the steel helmet next to him suddenly sat down, Tang Cheng subconsciously twisted his face and glanced at it, but when the fire of the explosion reflected the moment the trench was illuminated, Tang Cheng froze.

The soldiers who fell into the trench were covered in blood, and there were some white suspicious things on their heads, and Tang Cheng's head buzzed and fell into a sluggish state. He knew that his vision had always been very good, so good that he didn't think he had just seen it wrong, and those white suspicious things should be what the veterans of the day called brains. "Vomiting" holding on to the trenches, Tang Cheng vomited in the dark, he only gnawed a few biscuits in a whole day, and there was nothing to vomit even if he vomited.

"Don't fucking vomit, the Japanese army is coming up, shoot them, their lives are almost gone, what are you throwing up." The old man's big hand like a pu fan carried Tang Cheng's back of the neck collar, pressed Tang Cheng, who was like a little chicken, on the trench, and then stuffed the rifle stained with vomit into Tang Cheng's arms. "Isn't it just a dead man? Maybe after a while, you will be like him to be broken by the Japanese army, and if you want not to be broken by them, you have to break their heads first. The old man shouted Tang Cheng's soul back, and without caring about wiping the vomit from the corner of his mouth, Tang Cheng pulled the trigger in front of the position.

In this position that was destroyed by countless artillery fire from the Japanese army, Tang Cheng, which was almost close to collapse, had never felt that life and death were so close, and the old man was right, if you wanted not to be killed by the Japanese army, you had to kill the attacking Japanese army first. Pulling the bolt, aiming, shooting, and repeating these actions mechanically, Tang Cheng did not stop until all the bullets in the magazine were used up again. Tang Cheng, who threw down his rifle and held his head in both hands, squatted in the trench and shouted like crazy, the corpse with half of his head rotten was lying at his feet, and the squad elder looked at Tang Cheng with a cold face, and rarely did not kick Tang Cheng with his big foot.

It is not that there are no people in the position who are smaller than Tang Cheng, but there is only one Tang Cheng who is a student, and among the many rags and rags, Tang Cheng's student uniforms are particularly conspicuous. Looking at the trembling Tang Cheng, Lao Man suddenly missed his daughter-in-law who was far away from his hometown, and his daughter-in-law was already pregnant when he was pulled into a strong ding, if his own one was a kid, he should be able to run all over the ground this year. "Take a sip, take a sip and you'll feel better." The wine gourd with body temperature was handed to Tang Cheng's hand, and when he looked up, it was the black face of the squad elder man.

Pulled off the plug and sniffed it, the pungent smell of wine made Tang Cheng frown, but he still took a small sip according to the old man's words, the entrance of the liquor was like fire, swallowed into the stomach, and a line of fire rose from the stomach and went straight to the door of his head. When Tang Cheng was helping to clean up the church, he secretly drank Robert's whiskey, which was like footwater compared to the old man's wine. Subconsciously took another sip, and Tang Cheng, who was a little drunk, returned the wine gourd to the old man, and dragged the corpse with half of his head out of the trench with the strength of the wine, and casually took out the pockets of the corpse, and stuffed the bullets and grenades he found into his pockets.