the world is at stake

A devil soldier led seven or eight soldiers to find the parachute, only half a minute away from Wang Huaimin.But the Japanese sergeant wearing a 'fart hat' was hit in the chest by a 7.92mm bullet as he approached along the slope.

The devil soldier Cao fell down immediately, and the devil soldiers led by him immediately lay down, moving very neatly.

The sound of the gun startled Wang Huaimin. He realized that he would be captured, and was about to shoot him on the forehead with the gun he carried with him——there are loyal bones buried everywhere in Qingshan, so why bother to return the body shrouded in horse leather.Right? !

The cruel way the little devils treat the prisoners has long been publicized in the army.

The man was determined to serve the country, and he put life and death aside, but unfortunately he failed to kill a few more enemies.It is better to be righteous than to be humiliated and die.

However, the sudden gunshots knocked down the Japanese Sergeant Cao commanding the arrest, which surprised Wang Huaimin and gave him some hope of surviving.

Before going into battle, the troops reported that the Little Devil's Fourth Division was in a desperate situation. Most of its heavy weapons were destroyed by air strikes, and it was difficult to mobilize its troops.

In order to train troops as much as possible, the Army and Navy organized a number of troops behind enemy lines to operate on the Dalian battlefield.Once the pilot is shot down, try to get as close to his own people as possible for help.

But the probability of such a coincidence encounter is very low.The troops in the enemy's rear are all lightly armed, and they follow the policy of fighting and leaving, and they will never fight recklessly. It stands to reason that they will not appear on the battlefield of fierce firefights.

Wang Huaimin didn't want to die after all.He leaned against a 30-meter-high barren slope and blew the wind for almost two hours. Except for a dozen little devils dodging tens of meters away, he could only see the barren cultivated land and a few dilapidated cottages around him.

There are fragments of earthen pots scattered beside an old well, the cottages and houses were burned by the guerrillas responsible for evacuating the common people, and the remaining wood was demolished by the little devils as fuel, and it was extremely depressed.

From time to time, there were gunshots in the wind, going east and west, the marksmanship was extremely accurate, and the bullets were flawless.After the death of four or five people, the little devil was suppressed in the lowland field and dared not raise his head.

Wang Huaimin couldn't see anyone, so he just waited patiently with his pistol in his hand.

There is also a twin-engine monoplane fighter hovering in the sky.But it was difficult for the pilot to see the motionless gray figure on the ground, only the white parachute could be seen.

It knew that there were parachuting colleagues in need of help, and it refused to leave at the risk of being shot down. It didn't dare to throw white phosphorus bombs or shoot at the ground at will, so it could only throw a red signal flare to mark the breakthrough Army brothers.

You can hear the earth-shattering gunfire of the army tanks from a distance, and the direct firepower is always so exciting.The sound of the chug steam engine was blown by the wind, as if it was getting closer.

Wang Huaimin suddenly felt relieved, and didn't want to die anymore.

There are troops infiltrated behind the enemy's rear nearby, and there are colleagues in the sky to guard him, and there are soldiers fighting for him a few hundred meters away. He wants to go back alive and continue to beat the devils with his plane.

But the devils in the distance had new movements, more heads appeared sneakily, and they brought new weapons.

Mortar, the little devil is impatient.Chinese pilots who skydived were found inaccessible from multiple directions.They were going to use the '60 force' lob.

"Damn Yankee, sell everything. Earn money from both sides of the war." Wang Huaimin knew he had to move, or he would be bombed to death by the '60s.

But to my surprise, the little devil's American-made '60 persecution' did not bombard Wang Huaimin, but bombarded the seemingly empty wasteland on the other side.The falling shells exploded clouds of dust, leaving shallow craters.

Not long after, the sound of the "Madsen" light machine gun sounded from the direction of the charred cottage, and the suppression of the "60 force" was being made in the United States.

A figure stood up in the deserted wasteland. He was wearing a camouflage suit mixed with dusty gray and dark green, with rags like dry grass hanging on it, holding a Mauser rifle with a scope in his hand, and ran away quickly. shelling point.

At the same time, two special forces members wearing wilderness camouflage appeared just seven or eight meters away from Wang Huaimin.

One person came up and pulled Wang Huaimin up, carried him on his shoulders with his legs and feet, and retreated quickly.Another person held a 'Bergman' submachine gun and fired at the Japanese army dozens of meters away, taking over from 'Madsen' who was changing the magazine.

The ecstasy of being rescued filled Wang Huaimin's heart. He was about to say "thank you" when the team member carrying the "Bergman" retreated and shouted "I only have the last magazine left".

A group of people ran for about ten meters, and a team member with a broken leg supported behind.He lay on the ground, threw a grenade at the Japanese soldiers who were chasing him, and shouted at the same time: "You go, I will die."

"Fart." The team member carrying Wang Huaimin had great strength and a rough voice, cursing: "I told you that we will live and die together. We risked crossing the battlefield just to save you back."

'Madsen' rang again, and the team members of 'Bergman' came back to help his companion with a broken leg.

The team member with the broken leg held a pistol and shouted in resistance: "I am the captain, and I order you to take this pilot back. Saving him is more important than saving me.

It will take at least a few minutes for the army to rush over, and someone must fight for these few minutes.Get out, or it will be too late. "

Let alone a few minutes on the battlefield, the difference of a few seconds can determine the life and death of a small army.

'Madsen' fired a few short bursts, then ran out holding the machine gun and shouting, "What are you doing? Go north. I'm out of ammo. I'm alive."

The team member carrying Wang Huaimin stomped anxiously and shouted angrily, "The captain won't leave, he's going to die. I said earlier that I'd be the captain, so I wouldn't be such a mother-in-law."

The sniper team who had just moved changed positions, and the crisp single-shot gunfire sounded again, but the little devil's mortar also quickly found him.

Wang Huaimin's mood dropped from overjoyed to freezing point, and he also said loudly and anxiously: "Let me down, you go. Don't die so many people for me, I will kill you."

There was a buzzing sound in the sky, and the circling twin-engine fighter suddenly swooped down at a large angle, pointing directly at the Japanese search and arrest team that was approaching quickly.The piercing whistling of the wings piercing the airflow at high speed can be heard throughout the battlefield.

"Don't!" Wang Huaimin became more anxious, crying and shouting into the sky, "The dive angle of the wooden plane can't be too big, or it will fall apart."

The pilots on the fighter plane finally saw clearly the figures on the ground.His face was rigid, and he pressed the joystick to the limit, already exceeding the maximum value stipulated in the training program.

The nose of the aircraft was aligned with the target, and the trigger on the joystick was pulled.

The Japanese army on the ground dispatched at least one brigade, and hundreds of people surrounded the hill where Wang Huaimin was hiding from multiple routes.The encirclement was about to be successful, and when they heard the screams in the air, they subconsciously stopped and lay down, quickly looking for cover.

Two large-caliber airborne machine guns shot past, and the strong wind approached, overwhelming the Japanese army.

Wang Huaimin burst into tears and wailed, "Pull it up, pull it up, pull it up, or it will crash. Don't kill so many people for me."

The attention of the entire battlefield was attracted by this desperate red fighter plane, and everyone was staring at its almost crashed dive angle and the nose that was pulled up just after approaching the ground.

Ono, who commanded the Japanese army, saw this scene clearly through the telescope and was greatly shocked.

The fighter plane grazed the ground when it was pulled up, and to be precise, a piece of its tail had been scraped off the ground.Its skin peeled off, revealing the wooden frame of the fuselage.

The suppressed Japanese brigade lay on the ground, feeling chilly above their heads.Many people touched their heads and were stunned to find that their military caps had been blown away.

When the fighter plane was pulled up again and returned to the sky, the morale of both sides on the battlefield rose and fell sharply-the National Defense Army was extremely excited and cheered;

The steam chariot that launched the assault also looked for the direction.

The leading gun carriage stopped and fired a cannon from a few hundred meters away.The devil's heavy artillery used in waste is powerful enough, like the last straw that crushed the camel's camel, disintegrating the morale of the Japanese army.

Behind the gun carriage, the team led by Howman and Hu Dayan dismounted from the infantry fighting vehicle, spread out on the front line with rapid-fire weapons, and cleared the Japanese trenches.

The short and light 'Bergman' was better than a shotgun in trenches, with little recoil, steady handling and a fast rate of fire.Empty a magazine suddenly, every soldier is a "three-second real man".

"Be careful with grenades." Hu Dayan was in charge of commanding the team, keeping his eyes on his surroundings all the time.

The enemies fighting in the trenches were all throwing grenades at each other. Seeing that a black spot was about to fall in the middle of the attacking team, there was no way to hide in the narrow trenches—but a coal-burning shovel appeared out of thin air and slapped down on the ground with a clang. The US-made 'melon' grenade on.

The grenade was shot back like a ping pong ball, and it fell into the trench of the Japanese army and exploded, causing several screams.

The panic-stricken team turned their heads, only to see the dark stoker 'Gousheng' following them at some point, with a coal-burning shovel in his hand, grinning silly.

"Why did you follow?" Ban asked.

'Gongsheng' pointed to the No. [-] infantry fighting vehicle parked nearby, "The vehicle hit a mine, and it's still alive."

The team took a look and cursed 'fuck' in unison.

The Japanese army did not have professional anti-tank mines, but placed explosives in trenches to serve as landmines.Hu Dayan's squad got out of the car and started, and the No. [-] infantry fighting vehicle tried to cross the trench, but was hit by a suppressor mine.

The bulky car body of more than [-] tons was blown to pieces, the chassis was completely ruined, and there was nothing to repair.I don't know how the driver is. Anyway, the "dog leftover" who burns the boiler at the rear of the car body is still fine and alive.

"Buddha, Sanqing, Jesus, Allah, King Pao of Zhou, bless us to return home safely." The class deputy muttered nonchalantly with lingering fear, and then looked at the 'dog leftover', "You are really fucking dead."

"Stop talking nonsense, the little devil's defense line is about to collapse, and the pilot is ahead." Hu Dayan cursed, "I will save someone later, I would rather walk back, and die than sit in the same car as this 'leftover'."

Chapter 82 Open

The Japanese defense line at Pulandian lasted only three days.

When Hu Dayan was ordered to rescue the parachute pilot, the National Defense Forces were launching a full-scale attack with a total length of nearly 20 kilometers.The 23th, 24rd, and [-]th divisions in the three northeastern provinces all went to the battlefield.

The newly formed Marine Brigade also experimented with landing operations in the Golden State area.Although the operation was unsuccessful, it sounded the death knell for the 37th Regiment of the Japanese Fourth Division.

In Heshangtun in the east of Pulandian City, heavy artillery shells blasted the ground into craters emitting green smoke.

Hu Dayan folded two Japanese soldiers' corpses into a short mound by the pit, leaning his rifle against his shoulder, and sat on it smoking a cigarette.There were still eight soldiers under him, lying or leaning on the battlefield to rest.

The old guy from the company's cooking squad picked two wooden barrels and appeared on the battlefield, one deep and one shallow, and stopped from time to time to look at the fallen corpses to confirm that they were not his own children.

Walking in front of Hu Dayan, the old man looked at the exhausted young soldier and let out a long "ah".He put down the wooden barrel and said in a low voice: "Big Eye, it's time to eat. The logistics sent over a dozen live chickens, and I made chicken soup for you in a big pot."

Smelling the smell of chicken soup, the soldiers regained their spirits, got up one after another, and took out the lunch boxes they had with them.Some people's lunch boxes were shrunk from the groping and rolling, and they had to be ripped apart with their hands to reshape them.

The old man is usually fierce, but at this moment his heart is so distressed that he is dying. In the morning, there are still twelve good children who eat the meals he cooks, and in the afternoon they are short of one third.

"Big Eye, where's your squad assistant?"

"He was shot in the chest, pierced across the eye, and sent to the field hospital with a few wounded." Hu Dayan was listless, and took a sip of hot soup before regaining some strength, "It's okay today, One dead and three wounded."

"Where is the pilot you want to save?"

"It was rescued. We also rescued a navy infiltration team. When those people were killed and their ammunition ran out, we arrived just in time. If we were half a step late, we would have to collect their bodies."

While speaking, a group of Japanese prisoners raised their hands and were escorted by military police.

Hu Dayan stood up, and strode closer angrily.He didn't even drink the hot soup with the soldiers in his class, so he wanted to copy the guy and do it.

The captives, about Bailai, have been disarmed.

The escorting gendarme stood in front of Hu Dayan, "Brother, don't be impulsive. The little devil is always stubborn and rarely surrenders. This group of Japanese prisoners is too rare today. They are sent by division headquarters. Don't embarrass me. "

Hu Dayan was stopped five or six meters away and spit on the ground.He was covered in gunpowder smoke, murderous, and cursed: "Osaka Division, why did you surrender today?

I have worked with your Sendai Division and Kumamoto Division.The Japanese who died in my hands is the second NO.30.Aren't you very fierce, why don't you fight? "

More than half of the prisoners were officers, and many of them could understand Chinese.They bowed their heads and left dejectedly.Occasionally, those who looked at Hu Dayan were ashen-colored.

The old man came up from behind and patted Hu Dayan on the shoulder, "Dayan, don't cause trouble. You are going to the infantry school for further training, don't ruin your future."

Hu Dayan frowned, "I joined the army with me last year, and now I'm the only one left. My life was picked up from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. What do you care about the future?"

The charcoal-like 'dog leftover' touched a bowl of hot soup and came over, smiling like a flower with his dirty face, "Squad Leader Hu, it turns out that you are also hard-fated!"

"A little bit of ambition, okay? Being a soldier is not showing off your ability." The old man stopped Hu Dayan and scolded: "You don't care about the future, do you care about the lives of your brothers?

Veterans like you who have fought wars are all treasures, so they should go to further studies and become officers.As a company commander and battalion commander, you will allow more brats to go on the battlefield and return home safely. "

What he said was reasonable, which made Hu Dayan endure it.

The first wave of Japanese surrenders left, and another wave came later.The officers and soldiers in charge of cleaning the battlefield were surprised, and they all talked about how the little devils had changed their temperament and surrendered in batches.

The next day, the 24th Division switched defenses with the brothers and returned to Shenyang by train to rest.Hu Dayan heard the news when he was retreating, saying that the Fourth Division of the Japanese Army with more than 4000 troops could not hold on.

By mid-December, the 305mm heavy artillery imported from Germany arrived in Dalian by train.The engineers built emergency railways and circular positions, allowing these large-caliber heavy artillery to knock down the Japanese permanent fortifications at close range.

By the end of the month, more and more surrenders were made by the [-]th Division that was sticking to Lushun.The senior officers of the Kanto Governor's Mansion who hid in the underground fortress, including Yoshima Oshima himself, had nothing to do.

The Japanese military headquarters sent American-made seaplanes from North Korea many times to try to take away generals such as Yoshimasa Oshima.But during the day, he was either easily shot down by a fighter plane of the National Defense Forces, or he crashed into a mountain and fell into the sea at night.

January 1912, 1, New Year's Day.

When President Xiao Jinlang delivered a New Year's speech to the nation, he announced that he had successfully recaptured Lushun and wiped out the Fourth Division of the Japanese Army.The commander of his division, Asada Nobuoki, surrendered to the National Defense Forces and handed over his command saber.

The whole country rejoices.

As for General Yoshima Oshima, there is no news for the time being.

Some Japanese diehards retreated into the underground fortification of Lushun Fortress.Considering that the lives of their soldiers are precious, the National Defense Forces blocked the underground fortifications with concrete, or blew up the openings.

Most of the sealed ones were the entrance and exit passages of the fortress, and some well-concealed vents were not bothered to move—it was fine if the little devil couldn't get out anyway.

It is said that after half a month, they heard knocking and smashing sounds from the underground fortress.The radio codec said it sounded like Morse code, and seemed to indicate a willingness to surrender.

However, after the news was reported, it fell into the sea like mud, and no senior military officer of the National Defense Forces came out to say a word.According to the report of the captives, the amount of materials stored underground by the Japanese Kanto Governor's Mansion was enough for 5000 people to live for two or three years.

For the next ten years, people always said that the underground of Lushun Fortress was haunted.From time to time, local newspapers reported that nearby residents heard strange beating noises—providing inspiration and materials for the creation of many stall literature.

After the Japanese army in Lushun was completely finished, the cabinet of Katsura Katsura stepped down for this reason.

Gonbei Yamamoto, who succeeded him, was from the Satsuma domain.As the spokesperson of the Japanese Navy, he vigorously condemned the defeat of the Army Red Deer in China, and incidentally diverted military expenditures to the Navy.

In addition, the little devil's Emperor Meiji passed away last year, and the new Dazheng who came to power is a brain-dead man who has been born stupid since he was a child.We can't count on him to hold back the military department that was completely out of control due to the defeat of the war.

When the news of China's capture of Lushun reached London, King Charles I, who was enjoying the warmth with his family, was interrupted by an aide, saying that Prime Minister Cameron had something important to report.

In the back room of the Buckingham Palace, Cameron talked about the current predicament of Great Britain in East Asia - the United Kingdom and the United States jointly supported Japan, but failed to curb China's rise too much, but stimulated its national cohesion and self-esteem.

"Your Majesty, what should we do?" The Prime Minister spread his hands, "The new Japanese cabinet wants us to provide more loans and military aid, such as one billion like the United States."

Ha... Charles I, who was worried, sneered, shook his head and said, "One billion... British pounds? Great Britain is not a Japanese treasury, and you can get money at will."

The king laughed and continued: "I remember the last time MI[-] submitted a report saying that many British businessmen were providing funds and goods to China."

The profit-seeking nature of capitalism determines that businessmen have no motherland.At present, Britain has a stronger background in high technology than the United States, and the British candidates have done a better job than their American counterparts in incubating future technologies.

The impact of this is very complicated, but there is no doubt that some businessmen can do anything to make money-selling a large number of eliminated factories to China at a low price is not worth mentioning.

London financiers working directly for China are the shady ones.

Cameron said with a wry smile: "In the second half of last year, the Chinese Ministry of Finance formed the central bank and decided to replace silver with the yuan. The unstable silver standard was changed to a gold standard, and banknotes with high anti-counterfeiting were issued.

Several private banks in London secretly provided financing channels to China, and provided our latest color shifting inks and gravure printing presses.

China has this technology, but they do not have the relevant minting industry and talents.Well now, Great Britain's London Mint solved it for them, saving the other party at least five to ten years of time. "

The selected teams are full of talents, but not all industries have talent reserves.Printing and coinage are not so 'strategic' industries, and the 'Holy Light' team really doesn't have experts in this area.