The Japanese army has not yet come, but Tang Cheng's heart is already in chaos, Xie Bo and Liu Goat tried their best to leave themselves in the second company, but this Liu Goat hinted in his words that he could be a deserter when necessary, which made Tang Cheng, who was already reluctant to stay in the second company, even more confused, what is going on? The young Tang Cheng looked at Liu Goat with some uncertainty, trying to see something from Liu Goat's facial expression, but unfortunately Liu Goat's face was also full of scorched black and stains at this time, and Tang Cheng couldn't even see Liu Goat's expression at all.

After dawn, the position of the first battalion ushered in a rare silence, almost all the people on the position were hurrying to rest, only the suspicious Tang Cheng couldn't close his eyes, anyway, he had nothing to do, Tang Cheng simply sat cross-legged in his bunker according to the old rules and began to disassemble and wipe his two 20-shot barge guns. The Japanese attack before dawn came and retreated quickly, and there was no chance for Tang Cheng and the Japanese to fire at close range, and Tang Cheng used a Mauser rifle to shoot twice when the Japanese retreated.

Of course, Tang Cheng didn't want to die, in fact, it was common for escapees to appear in battle, and there were always some people who couldn't withstand the pressure of war and became deserters. After fleeing the battlefield, they will think of selling their weapons, uniforms, shoes, and all the things they have related to the army, but many of them will either die under the guns of the enemy, or they will be shot by the officers who supervise the battle, and in short, only a small number of deserters will escape from the battlefield alive.

The ones Tang Cheng saw in Qiandeng Town and Suzhou were the defeated soldiers, the defeated soldiers were different from the deserters, although the defeated soldiers were also out of the battlefield, they would find their original troops to rejoin the battle. Deserters, on the other hand, are shameful, they may take off their uniforms and blend into the ranks of the common people, flee and never fight again, or they may wait until they have spent all the money they have earned from selling their weapons and then rejoin another army, waiting for the opportunity to become deserters and sell their weapons for money again.

Tang Cheng dismissed the plan to run away as a deserter from the bottom of his heart, not to mention that even if he escaped from the battlefield and survived, how should he hide his identity as a deserter and survive" Now this purgatory-like battlefield has become the best choice for him at the moment, as long as he lasts for three days, the second company will be re-guarded back to the city, Nanjing City I is safer than the outside after all, and Jiujin was left in the ambulance station in the city.

After wiping his two shell guns, Tang Chengyou, who had nothing to do, fiddled with his Mauser rifle, and the scale of the rifle still stayed at the 200-meter scale. Tang Cheng took out the bullets saved from several battles in his pocket, counted five rounds and filled them into the magazine, and then pretended to pull the trigger, pull the bolt, withdraw the bullet, push the bolt to reset, pull the trigger, pull the bolt, and withdraw the bullet, so constantly repeating the shooting action, pinning all the fear, fear, and confusion in his heart in his own actions, and shooting all the imaginary bullets out of the chamber to the front of the position.

The difference between 200 meters and 300 meters, Tang Cheng had no intuitive concept before, he only learned from Xie Bo that the effective range of the Mauser 98K rifle was 800 meters. This "effective range" actually refers to the lethal range of the bullet, which is affected by factors such as wind speed and the weight of the bullet, and it is difficult for even a sniper to accurately hit the target at a distance of more than 500 meters. The "person" seen by the naked eye at this distance is only a vague outline, and it is not at all possible to distinguish the tall, short, fat and thin, skin color and even the face as imagined.

Forty hours, three battles during the day and one at night, gave Tang Cheng a new understanding of the distance of 200 meters. When the enemy target is only 600 meters away, the defenders still intercept it with mortar and heavy machine gun fire, and 300 meters is the yardstick for light machine guns and rifles to start to exert their power, perhaps it is better to get the enemy closer and then fight. It's just that in the face of the enemy's surging sea of people offensive, Liu Goat, who commanded the first battalion, did not have that kind of courage at all. They preferred to expend more ammunition than to try to keep the enemy in front of the line, because the current battalion simply did not have enough troops.

After fiddling with his Mauser rifle for a long time, Tang Cheng stopped, the dawn of the morning was so soft, and the smell of earth even overshadowed the aftertaste of gunpowder smoke and the smell of blood on the battlefield. The sound of guns and cannons seemed to belong to another world, and it was so quiet in my ears that I couldn't even hear the sound of birds. The smell of blood in his snort made Tang Cheng know in his heart that he was still in the trenches, this was the battlefield, the battle would still continue, and death would still happen, but he didn't know who would be next.

After hesitating for a moment, Tang Cheng struggled to stand up with his stiff and sour hands, and sat up leaning against the wall of the trench. Looking at the guys who were sleeping in a ball, Tang Cheng was very envious, he could fall asleep wrapped in thin winter clothes in such a difficult environment, and Tang Cheng couldn't do it at all.

Not far away, several veterans with big ears and German-style steel helmets sat around a small pile of charcoal fire, setting up a metal lunch box on a tripod made of stone. With the awakening of consciousness, the emptiness and hunger in his stomach made Tang Cheng uncomfortable, Tian Tian lips, Lynn took out half a dry cake from his pocket, which was specially kept at dinner yesterday, if the person who transported the supplies behind did not come up, Tang Cheng would have to rely on this half of the dry cake to spend the whole day today.

Looking forward to it and reluctant to break off a thumb-sized cake and stuff it into his mouth, the dry and hard cake made Tang Cheng chew very hard, but fortunately, Tang Cheng now has time. Using his tongue and teeth, he tossed and turned the dry and hard cakes in his mouth, soaked them with saliva first, and then Tang Cheng chewed them little by little like eating beef jerky, until he chewed all the dry cakes that had been stuffed into his mouth and swallowed them into his stomach.

The thumb-sized cake did not suppress the hunger in Tang Cheng's stomach, but made Tang Cheng feel even more hungry, and reluctantly glanced at the cake that was already missing, Tang Cheng endured the hunger and put the dry cake back into his pocket. Shook the kettle hanging on his waist, fortunately, there was still half a kettle of water left in the kettle, and he poured half of the water in the kettle with his head up, and the hungry Tang Cheng felt better.

Trying not to look at the veterans sitting around the charcoal fire, Tang Cheng followed the example of the others, wrapped his military uniform tightly and curled up in the trench with his eyes closed and napping, but the fragrance that floated from the charcoal fire in his nose was inhaled, so that Tang Cheng couldn't sleep quietly at all. "Eat more, I don't want to be a mother when I'm full, who knows where our next meal will be." Zhou Fu, who turned over and sat up, wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and felt out two equally dry and hard cakes, one was thrown to Tang Cheng, and the other was stuffed into his mouth and chewed hard.

Seeing Zhou Fu's hard chewing, Tang Cheng was about to hand over his kettle, but Zhou Fu rushed over and threw him in the trench. "Boom" "Boom" Tang Cheng had just heard the screaming of shells cutting through the air in mid-air, and the shells from the Japanese army had already exploded on the positions of the first battalion. "Hidden, hidden, Japanese shelling, shelling." The shouts of Liu Goat rang out in the trenches, and Liu Goat, carrying his submachine gun, was walking through the trenches, punching and kicking the panicked guys to safety.

Of course, there was some habitual nervousness in his heart, but Tang Cheng Zhilu said that this guy would only become extremely manic when he was fighting or approaching a battle, and he was simply a veteran ruffian in normal times. The veterans who sat around the charcoal fire and cooked food were not as lucky as Tang Cheng, the first two shells from the Japanese army all fell in the same place, and the place where the veterans cooked the food had become a large crater, and the green smoke from the charcoal fire exposed their location to the Japanese artillery observers.

Liu Goat braved the Japanese artillery fire to drive the panicked soldiers in the trench to a safe place one by one, and Liu Goat was like an invulnerable Jin Luohangang, completely unafraid of the Japanese artillery fire in the trench quickly shuttled. "They are all in a hurry to be reincarnated, and their mothers are still in the trenches to light a fire, and they deserve to be blown to pieces by the little devil's shells." Looking at the big crater that appeared in the trench in front of him, Liu Goat scolded angrily, he didn't complain about the sudden shelling of the Japanese army, he was distressed about the veterans who died under the Japanese artillery fire.

Almost at the same time as Liu Goat's scolding sounded, the long-suppressed gunfire finally broke out in the trenches of the first battalion, and the hot bullets tilted out like raindrops, and the yellow tide approaching the position of the first battalion suddenly slowed down. "Japanese troops, Japanese troops are coming." Continuous shouts rang out from the trenches, and in the face of heavy fire from a battalion, the Japanese attacking forces even retreated briefly, but this situation lasted only a short time. After the Japanese artillery continued to shell the positions of the first battalion, the Japanese troops who had a brief pause or even retreated came to kill them again.

The Japanese artillery opened heavy fire on the positions of the first battalion, and the already dilapidated trenches of the first battalion immediately rose up with one ball of fireballs, and as the shrapnel of the explosion swept through like a storm, many of the first battalion were wounded and fell or died immediately before they could let out a wail. Most of the people on the position of the first battalion, including Tang Cheng, in order to save their lives, could only retreat back into the trenches to avoid the Japanese artillery fire when the Japanese firepower was at its most intense, so that the firepower on the position of the first battalion was naturally weakened by a large margin.

"Xie Chengrui, you bastard, where is the artillery support of Haolu? If there is no artillery support, the position of the first battalion will be lost. Seeing that the imperial tide composed of the Japanese army's earthy yellow uniforms was getting closer and closer to the position of the first battalion, Liu Goat, who was also huddled in the trench to avoid the Japanese shelling, couldn't help but scold Xie Chengrui, and shocked several soldiers of the first battalion who were close to him to death.