"Do you think you're living long?" The company commander scolded viciously, as if he felt that he shouldn't be like this to Tang Cheng, who had just experienced life and death, so he explained in a low voice, "This is the military boots of the Japanese, and the brothers of other troops will think that you are a spy sent by the Japanese to infiltrate us. ”

The company commander's words frightened Tang Cheng, where did he dare to change his military shoes, but Tang Cheng didn't want to peel the shoes off the dead man's feet, so he had to continue to wear his sheepskin soft shoes that were almost rotten. Tang Cheng risked death to get back a few Japanese-style 38 rifles belonged to a few veterans with outstanding marksmanship, and he was also given 9 rifle cartridges and a bayonet, the veterans endured the pain of the wound and silently invited the bricks and stones to sharpen the bayonet, once the bullet ran out, the rifle in the hand was like a burning stick, and the bayonet was their only remaining weapon.

Tang Cheng nestled in the corner at a loss, not hesitating, but he also did not learn to sharpen the bayonet like a veteran, at this moment, his mind was blank. Listening to Robert talk about his experience of fighting in his youth, Tang Cheng fantasized more than once that he was a great hero who galloped left and right on the battlefield and killed countless enemies, but when he was actually on the battlefield one day, those fantasies turned into floating clouds.

It was dawn, Tang Cheng opened his tired eyes, the dawn of the morning was still soft, but there was more aftertaste of gunpowder smoke and burnt earth in his nose, and his ears were so quiet, as if yesterday's life and death had never appeared. The soil in front of him still smelled of blood, Tang Cheng, who was still in the trenches, hesitated for a moment, trying to drive his stiff and sour hands to stand up, he actually fell asleep in the trench with his rifle in his arms, and he could sleep in such a difficult environment, which he couldn't imagine before.

Leaning on the rubble, Tang Cheng looked around, many guys were still curled up in the trench with rifles like they had just done, and not far away, several veterans with big ears and steel helmets were sitting around and whispering something. As he became conscious, the emptiness and hunger in his stomach became uncomfortable, Tian Tian lips, Tang Cheng took out half a biscuit from his pocket, which he secretly hid last night, and unconsciously Tang Cheng became a hamster, instinctively collecting everything so that he could survive as much as possible in a difficult environment.

Expectantly and reluctantly, I stuffed the biscuit into my mouth and chewed it a few bites, and it was dry and hard. He was groping for a kettle, but he saw the company commander approaching with his rifle. Of course, there is some habitual nervousness in his heart, but Tang Cheng Zhilu said that the company commander will only become extremely manic when he is fighting or approaching a battle, and he usually has a straight face at most.

When he walked to the front, the company commander stopped, looked down at Tang Cheng and didn't speak, there was a kind of indifference in his eyes, Tang Cheng, who was numb in his hands and feet, struggled a few times but didn't stand up, so he had to raise his head and look at the other party blankly. Seeing that Tang Cheng neither stood up nor answered, the company commander who looked at him was not angry, but just reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and then walked away with a serious face. Compared with the recruits who were scared to pee their pants on the first day, Tang Cheng, who was temporarily arrested, was already very good, and in the current environment, the company commander was not good at saying anything to Tang Cheng.

Guessing that the company commander was probably praising his performance last night, Tang Cheng was not happy at all, he remembered the two veterans who died under the Japanese machine gun last night. Tang Cheng shook his head and tried his best to clear his mind, and continued to fumble for his kettle, but the kettle that was taken from the corpse of the Japanese soldier seemed to be lost. At this moment, a dirty hand handed over a military kettle with almost polished paint, Tang Cheng turned his head, and the one to his left was a lean young man, and the young face under the steel helmet looked to be in his early twenties.

Tang Cheng took the kettle, and didn't know how to thank him, so he simply didn't say anything. This person is the lightly wounded man who found the company commander out of the rubble yesterday, it seems to be the company commander's orderly, but the other party has no intention of talking, and Tang Cheng is not easy to say, so the two of them sit silently in the rubble, one smoking a cigarette and drinking water. This is the battlefield, whether you can survive or not, and knowing him will not change your situation, Tang Cheng thought so, twisted the kettle and returned it to the man, and smiled reluctantly.

Weapons are a soldier's first life, but sometimes the role of the kettle is more important than the weapon, which is one of Robert's favorite words when telling stories to Tang City. Thinking of this, Tang Cheng groped around him again, and finally found a kettle half-buried in the soil under his buttocks, shook it, and there was actually half a kettle of water. Tie it back under the belt.,When the hand retracted, it touched the hard object in the back of the waist.,Take it out.,It's a thick book that's slightly larger than a palm.,There's a cover.,It's probably a diary.。

There is a black and white family photo in the notebook.,Judging from the smooth and smooth texture of the photo.,It should have been taken not long ago.。 The photograph is traditionally styled, with parents in kimonos sitting in the center and four children standing in the back row, in order of tallness. The tallest should be the eldest son in the family, wearing a straight Japanese military uniform, looking vibrant. The youngest three are a man and two women, the youngest boy is thirteen or fourteen years old, and he also wears a uniform, but he has a childish face; The older girl was in her teens and looked like a beautiful embryo, while the younger girl was only five or six years old with a hint of shyness on her face.

This is a standard family portrait of a Japanese family, and the man sitting in the chair with a straight face should be the owner of this diary, but he must have died here yesterday, or else this diary would not have fallen into the hands of Tang Cheng, which he had touched from one of the corpses last night. Flipping through the diary at random and reading a few pages, Tang Cheng finally determined that what Robert said was true, the Japanese surnames were all blind from their ancestors, and the owner of this diary was called Inoue Kamio, according to Robert, this person's ancestor was either conceived on the well platform, or he was born directly on the side of the well platform.

There are no important things in the diary, they are all trivial things that are handled by parents, and occasionally there will be a few short poems, it seems that this Japanese named Inoue Ueo is still a cultural person, and judging from the photos, this Japanese should be more like a butcher. After flipping through a few pages, Tang Cheng, who was a little disappointed, threw aside the diary and photos, he found a lot of things last night, if it weren't for the appearance of those two Japanese soldiers, those things might have been brought back, but now all that was left was this diary and a short gun stuck in his waist.

The pistol left by Robert disappeared before Tang Cheng woke up from his coma, and Tang Cheng, who didn't dare to ask more, thought that it should have been discarded in that alley, the short gun found from the corpse last night was hidden by Tang Cheng, and he needed something to save his life. In the national army, only officers are qualified to wear short guns, and Robert said that in close combat, short guns are sometimes better than machine guns, at least in chaotic battles, and close fire rarely injures one's own people.

The short gun Tang Cheng found last night was the same as the short gun of Liu Goat that he had fiddled with, it was a Mauser pistol, but Tang Cheng did not find a magazine on the corpse, only two bullet bridges lined up with 10 bullets. Tang Cheng's understanding of the barge gun only stemmed from Liu Goat's half-hour explanation that day, and he didn't know that Liu Goat's barge gun was a German fast and slow machine that used a magazine to load 20 rounds, but what Tang Cheng found was a Red9 Mauser pistol that could only be loaded with 10 rounds, and its reload could only be reloaded from the top using the bridge to reload, and the ammunition capacity was only 10 rounds.

According to the steps that Liu Goat talked about that day, Tang Cheng tried to fiddle a few times, the bolt, magazine and hammer were all flexible and free, holding the handle of the gun with his backhand, and the heavy feeling made Tang Cheng's restless heart slowly fall silent. The Mauser pistol, which is called a box gun or a fast and slow machine by the Chinese army, is not only the patent of the Chinese army, Japan has also imported a lot from Germany and Spain to distribute it to low-level officers, and the Inoue Kazuo that Tang Cheng found last night is obviously not an ordinary soldier, and he should also have the rank of second lieutenant or something, otherwise he would not have a Red9 pistol.

The sun rose little by little, and the position of the Japanese army on the opposite side moved, compared to the hungry Tang Cheng, the Japanese army on the opposite side was obviously much better, and Tang Cheng even smelled the smell of rice wafting along the wind. Swallowing a ball of saliva hard, Tang Cheng carefully put a piece and a half biscuit in his pocket into his close-fitting pocket, the company commander said that the reinforcements had not arrived for a long time, before the reinforcements appeared, Tang Cheng had to rely on this piece of half biscuits and a small half pot of water to survive, if he was given the opportunity to choose, he would rather get back last night with food and enough water, in front of weapons, ammunition and water, maybe water is more important.

"Concealment, pay attention to concealment, Japanese shelling" The sharp whistling of mortar shells across the air was heard in mid-air, and of course, the shouts of lookout sentries hissed. Curled up, closing his eyes, and holding his weapon tightly in his arms, Tang Cheng had no choice but to leave his fate in the hands of God like those veterans. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the most terrible thing was not death, but standing on the edge of life and death at a loss, they were so helpless and weak in the face of the shrapnel that burst and began to scatter.

They can only leave life and death to God, and maybe in the next moment, some of them will die from the shelling of the other side, but the living will have to live. The dirt from the explosion splashed on his face and hands, and Tang Cheng thought that he was about to return, he suddenly missed Robert so much, and missed everyone who was good or bad for him, and if he could start over, Tang Cheng was even willing to call Robert father.