Chapter 43: Life and Death Speed ​​(Part 1)

When the pointer of the watch finally jumped to four o'clock in the morning, just when this normal person was already in deep sleep, feeling the slowest and his mind was the most numb, with Xie Jinyuan's order, the three machine gunners pulled the trigger of the Czech light machine gun in their hands together.

These three machine gunners are real veterans who have been tested in the war. Amid the rhythmic sound of Czech light machine guns, three Japanese troops were set up in different corners. Every night, they would swagger at the Sihang Warehouse and sway toward the Sihang Warehouse. Almost at the same time, they were hit hard by the light machine gun bullets. The Sihang Warehouse turned into darkness in an instant.

Faced with such an absolutely unexpected situation, the Japanese army was caught off guard and was really in chaos.

Listening to the messy gunshots on the Japanese positions, Xie Jinyuan showed a smile of sure victory on his face.

And Battalion Commander Yang Ruifu stood behind Xie Jinyuan, looking at the outstanding soldier who was absolutely qualified in front of him who could learn for the rest of his life and imitate him for the rest of his life.

It was not until this time that Battalion Commander Yang Ruifu truly understood why the three searchlights were clearly within the range of the Sihang Warehouse, but Xie Jinyuan let the Japanese army set up the three searchlights and illuminated the Sihang Warehouse every day, pointing fingers and showing off his might, but he did not order them to be destroyed.

Although Xie Jinyuan was only in his thirties and was just a deputy commander of a lieutenant colonel, he had already integrated China's profound philosophy into the way of war.

Xie Jinyuan knew clearly that the influence of "habits" on a person has even begun to regard "habits" as a weapon.

Xie Jinyuan just did not destroy the three searchlights. He wanted those Japanese soldiers to gradually get used to the help of searchlights. If they were used to seeing the Sihang Warehouse clearly as long as they were willing. Once this habit slowly took shape.

It was suddenly broken again, and even well-trained Japanese soldiers would inevitably experience short-term chaos.

Their engineers rested at ease after setting up three searchlights. Even though Japanese soldiers have always been known for their rigorous and seriousness, they lack experience in emergency repairs at night, which will artificially increase their mobile reaction time.

Order not to attack the three searchlights.

This is just a small detail that seems irrelevant in the defense battle of Sixing Warehouse, but this small detail once again verifies Xie Jinyuan's theory of war... There is no luck in success, and even if it is lucky, he will only favor those who have been prepared and able to reach out to grab him.

Xie Jinyuan stood in front of the gate of Sihang Warehouse, with a calm and composed smile on his face. He looked at every soldier who hurriedly ran past the gate with affectionate eyes.

He reached out and patted the soldiers on the shoulders, as if he wanted to convey his strength and will to everyone's heart through the contact of these limbs.

Let your regiment commander stay to cover the retreat of the troops. This is the greatest shame for any soldier in the Sihang Warehouse who fought side by side with Xie Jinyuan.

But no one spoke. They just squeezed the weapons in their hands and closed their mouths.

Carrying heavy ammunition, he followed the platoon leader and company commander with a fast march, and rushed to the direction of the British concession along the retreat route that Xie Jinyuan had set for them.

Although the Japanese army was in temporary chaos, although they had no idea of ​​the target and only knew how to shoot aimlessly, there were dozens of light and heavy machine guns.

Hundreds of rifles were fired together, and the stray bullets pulled out dark red bullet marks in the air, and people were still shot and fell down. They were quickly raised by their comrades around them and continued to run wildly.

Fifteen minutes later, the soldiers who were expected to rush out of the Sihang Warehouse had already taken advantage of the short-term chaos of the Japanese army to enter the British Concession through the new garbage bridge. Looking at the scattered firepower opposite, they were concentrated little by little.

Feeling the increasingly heavy fire suppression. Xie Jinyuan turned to Battalion Commander Yang Ruifu and Lei Zhen and shouted: "Fu Jian, you can lead the machine gun platoon to retreat immediately! And Lei Zhen, you can follow them immediately!"

Watching Xie Jinyuan pick up a light machine gun and even brought a box of machine gun bullets over, Yang Ruifu was really anxious, "Where are you, regiment commander?"

Xie Jinyuan ordered decisively: "You go first, I will cover you. I will follow you later!"

Lei Zhen shook his head hard, "No!"

Yang Ruifu nodded vigorously, "Okay!"

Facing Lei Zhen's angry gaze, Yang Ruifu suddenly pulled out the bayonet and stabbed it hard on his thigh. The bayonet penetrated deep into his thighs. The blood instantly soaked Yang Ruifu's military pants, and he squatted directly to the ground in pain.

Facing this scene, looking at Yang Ruifu, whose face was pale and whose body was trembling slightly, both Xie Jinyuan and Lei Zhen widened their eyes.

"Captain," Yang Ruifu gritted her teeth and shouted: "My thigh is injured. You have to carry me across the bridge. If you don't save me, I will die!"

Xie Jinyuan was really stunned.

"I know what you are thinking about, the leader. Before you enter the Sihang Warehouse, you have already made a determination to die. The leader, the leader, is the kind of person who will never repent easily once you make up your mind.

But have you ever thought about the leader? Even if the brothers have already rushed across the bridge and entered a safe location, if everyone knows that the leader, you are still in the warehouse and have not come out, no one can stop them.

Everyone will run back again. In that case, the blood that the brothers shed in vain in order to rush out of the Sihang Warehouse!"

Yang Ruifu stretched out her neck and shouted, "Captain, I have been following you for so long, don't want to lie to me. Anyway, I have been injured in my thighs and can't run anymore. Lei Zhen, the boy, has two broken ribs, and he has no way to carry me.

We want to walk together, die together! No matter what others think, I ask Yang Ruifu to leave my boss and run away alone, and there is no way!"

Looking at Yang Ruifu's thigh that was inserted into half a bayonet, looking at the blood quickly gathering from his feet, facing Yang Ruifu's eyes, Xie Jinyuan really wanted to cry at this time.

What kind of virtue does Xie Jinyuan have? Not only does he have a smart wife and a pair of lovely daughters, but he also has a good brother like Yang Ruifu? Yang Ruifu's sword penetrated deeply into his thighs, and did he also give his life to Xie Jinyuan?

Facing such brothers and such subordinates.

What else does Xie Jinyuan have to say? He tore open his military uniform and quickly tied it to Yang Ruifu's wound on his thigh. After barely stopping the continuous flow of blood, Xie Jinyuan carried Yang Ruifu to his shoulders.

He looked back at the Sihang Warehouse, a battlefield where he led more than 400 soldiers and soldiers, fought fiercely for four days and five nights, but finally retreated and abandoned; he looked at the empty place, and there was no more soldier.

After a few hours or even dozens of minutes, he was about to be occupied by the enemy, representing the battlefield where the Shanghai Protection War ended. It was here that the bodies of his nine brothers were still placed! He finally failed to fulfill his promise to those brothers who had already died.

Xie Jinyuan bit his lips tightly, and Yang Ruifu, who was lying on Xie Jinyuan, whispered: "Captain, we will come back. Sooner or later, we will be upright. As the winner, return to this city belonging to us!"

Xie Jinyuan nodded fiercely, and he suddenly let out a hoarse growl: "Let's go!"

After saying that, Xie Jinyuan rushed towards the direction of the British Concession without looking back. At this moment, an orange flame more than two feet long.

It suddenly tore the darkness and the late night, a forty-mm caliber shell crashed hard in a lightning-thunderous manner. Xie Jinyuan, who was carrying Yang Ruifu, had not made any military dodge. The shell landed beside them.

"boom!"

A ball of black smoke rose up in the dark night. In this darkness, blood instantly soaked in Xie Jinyuan and Yang Ruifu's military uniforms. The hot feeling made Xie Jinyuan and Yang Ruifu just want to cry out of voice.

When the shells were about to fall to them, Li Fushui, the platoon leader of the machine gun platoon, pounced on them in time. At such a close distance, Xie Jinyuan could clearly see it.

A piece of shell was deeply embedded in the left eye socket of Zhang Fushui, who was only 23 years old and was the deputy commander of the security regiment. Later, he joined the army. Through bloody battles, Xie Jinyuan gradually accumulated merits and promoted to lieutenant platoon leader Zhang Fushui!

Zhang Fushui felt a burning pain in his left eye. He reached out and touched it. When his hand touched the shrapnel embedded in his eye socket, he knew clearly that his left eye was blind. And the one hung outside his eye socket.

He was still shaking. Every time he shook, something hurt would come from the pain. Needless to say, he had already taken off his eyes.

Xie Jinyuan shouted, "Come on, even if you carry it, you have to carry Zhang Fushui out of me!"

The soldiers from four machine gun platoons ran over together, some grabbed Zhang Fushui's hand and some grabbed his feet, trying to hold Zhang Fushui up. The platoon leader whose left eye fell out of his socket suddenly twisted his body desperately.

While twisting his body and preventing the four soldiers from lifting him up, he shouted: "Tell me, is my left eyeball broken, is it broken, and will never be better?!"

The four soldiers looked at each other. The platoon leader's eyes were almost cut in half by shells, but they were still outside the eye sockets. Seeing the platoon leader twisting his body and his eyes were shaking in half, even if they were soldiers who had experienced the most cruel war, they felt a chill in their hearts when they saw it.

"It's broken. Even if I put it back, it won't be good. Why is it a one-eyed dragon? " Zhang Fushui took a deep breath and shouted: "Team leader, you still have scissors on you, right? Come and help me cut off the eyeballs outside my eye sockets. Damn... it hurts so much..."

Yang Ruifu widened her eyes and shouted, "Zhang Fushui, are you fucking crazy? Let them carry you to a safe place and take you to the doctor.

Regardless of whether your eyes are still saved or not, whether surgery is required to be cut is required. This is a decision for the doctor! Even if it is required, the doctor must perform the operation!"

"How can I shoot with this game?" Zhang Fushui pointed at the location where the guns were fired at them just now, and shouted wildly: "There are tanks there. The ones that blinded me were the guns on Japanese tanks. The Japanese have already reacted and they are about to attack us! My machine gun platoon leader does not leave command, who will cover you and the regiment commander to retreat?! What the hell are you standing there? Cut it for me!"

At this moment, the orange-red flames more than two feet long burst into the darkness more than 200 meters away again, and the soldiers of the machine gun platoon also set up light machine guns and began to continuously fire at the tank.

"Idiots, idiots. You are all fucking pigs! Can ordinary bullets impress the steel plates of tanks?"

Zhang Fushui was so painful that his whole body was trembling. As soon as he spoke, he would shaking his eyes with half of his eyes hanging in his eyes, but he still whispered to his hands in a trembling voice: "Don't we have steel core bullets? Those bullets are few, treasures, but they can be saved? Now you don't have to wait until you enter the 18th level of hell, and when you see the judge King Yan Luo, you will come to them?! You can still get rid of the poison.

The shrapnel that penetrated into my eyes did not help disinfect them, right?”

Yang Ruifu turned her head and Xie Jinyuan closed her eyes in pain. They really didn't want to see this subordinate who was blinded by shrapnel in order to save them. He used a pair of scissors on the battlefield and performed such a simple and cruel operation.

The battle has come to this day, and they don't even have the most basic anesthetics.

"Don't shake your hands. You must be ruthless, otherwise, I will feel more fucking painful!"

After saying these words, Zhang Fushui stuffed a roll of rag into his mouth, and he widened his eyes. He watched a squad leader use a pair of scissors to cut off the military uniforms of the wounded soldiers and reach him in front of him.

A squad leader reached out and grabbed Zhang Fushui's two halves of his eyes hanging outside his eye sockets. At this time.

Even if the veteran, the squad leader, was used to life and death, even if he knew that at this time, he had to maintain the most basic calm, his hands kept shaking unyieldingly.

At this moment, Lei Zhen suddenly stretched out his stable and dry hands, suddenly reached in front of a squad leader, and whispered: "I'll do it."

The first squad leader was really at a time. When he handed the scissors to Lei Zhen's hand, he realized that at some point, the cold sweat had soaked his military uniform.

Lei Zhen looked at the scissors in his hand. This was just the most common one. When doing manual work, he would prepare a pair of scissors. He stretched out his fingers to test the sharpness of the scissors. Lei Zhen looked at him lying on the ground. His whole body was trembling with pain.

But Zhang Fushui, who tried his best to prevent himself from fainting, whispered: "I like you. There is a ruthless spirit like a wolf on your body! Find a way to relax yourself. If you faint from the pain, I will wake you up again.

His teeth were tightly clenched on the cloth strip, and he tried his best to make his body tense like a bow with a bowstring. His remaining eyes suddenly lit up. In an impossible situation, Zhang Fushui's body showed signs of relaxation.

Lei Zhen pointed to the two helpless soldiers and said, "Hold his hand and try not to let him move around."

In front of everyone, Lei Zhen asked his son to stick out his tongue and lick the blade on the scissors. He used saliva to disinfect it without even blinking his eyes. He was like cutting a piece of extra thread on his clothes. With a "click", he cut off the two halves of beads that were hanging upside down from Zhang Fushui's eye sockets.

Zhang Fushui's body suddenly stretched out, and his strength was so great that he lifted the two soldiers who held his hands to the side. Then his body softened and he lay straight on the ground.

After this operation, he returned the blood-stained scissors to a squad leader. Lei Zhen suddenly reached out and slapped Zhang Fushui twice. Facing this absolutely unexpected scene, everyone's eyes widened.

The squad leader subconsciously raised the scissors in his hand, pointed it at Lei Zhen, and shouted angrily: "What are you going to do?"

"Ba!Ba!"

Lei Zhen slapped Zhang Fushui twice in the face of the face. Blood splashed out from Zhang Fushui's left eye socket, which had just cut off his eyes. Faced with this inhuman scene, even Xie Jinyuan couldn't help but whisper: "Stop!"

Seeing that Zhang Fushui was not awake yet, Lei Zhen actually reached out and pinched Zhang Fushui's eyes, a small piece of things that had not been cut clean, and then pulled them slightly.

"It hurts so much!"

Zhang Fushui suddenly let out a painful roar. His eyes widened, and the left eye socket without eyes seemed even more terrifying and weird. Under the stimulation of absolute pain, Zhang Fushui subconsciously swung out a punch, hitting Lei Zhen, who was squatting beside him, and flipped on the ground several times.

If the eyes could kill people, Lei Zhen had been dismembered by dozens of gazes! Lei Zhen ignored these extremely angry gazes. He tore off a piece of gauze from himself that was not soaked in blood, and directly pasted it on Zhang Fushui's left eye socket. Then he found a leg and wrapped it directly on Zhang Fushui's head, making Zhang Fushui a wound that stunned everyone and could make all surgeons completely crazy.

Captain Yang Furui couldn't help but shouted angrily: "Lei Zhen, there is a life in front of you. If you do this, your wound will be infected!"

"Infect?"
Chapter completed!