Chapter 38 I'll Treat You to some Sugar Cakes

It's not true that the bullet took a turn.

What was hit was a corpse. The blood of the recently deceased Japanese sergeant had not completely coagulated, so blood would naturally splash out.

"boom!"

Another shot, still in the same position.

For the talented recruits who have adapted to the quadruple scope, their accuracy has become terrifying and mind-numbing.

However, apart from wasting bullets and, at best, scaring the ghost, what else is there for it to do?

This idea just came to Leng Feng's mind.

Then he saw that the Japanese soldier who had been well hidden suddenly jumped out of the bunker and rolled to the left like a fertilized, no, frightened rabbit.

Why does he want Mao to come out? Leng Feng was suddenly stunned.

Moreover, was that guy born with a disability? Why are the tactical evasive moves so unstandardized?

While his thoughts were still going on, Niu Er, who quickly pulled the bolt of the gun, fired again. The Japanese soldier, whose tactical movements were somewhat clumsy, was knocked to the ground before he could even escape two meters.

"Sir, I did it." After picking up the gun and retracting the fortification, Niu Er excitedly reported to Tang Dao.

"That's right! Then I'll give you this gun." Tang Dao smiled and looked at the Japanese troops outside who were still retreating in an orderly manner. "This morning's training ends, brothers in the third platoon, call it a day!"

After saying that, he bent down and left the fortification, leaned on a bed roll placed in a corner more than ten meters away from the window, closed his eyes and rested.

The soldiers in the third platoon saw that the platoon leader had left, so why were they still here?

They also bent down and left their fighting positions, hiding in their chosen resting positions on the second floor. Naturally, these were corners that could not be exploded even if the infantry cannon hit the window.

Everyone understands that the round of gunfire and artillery fire just now is not even a warm-up. The Japanese soldiers who were beaten must be very angry and humiliated. They may launch a strong attack at some time. If they don't take a break and have a cigarette , I won’t have the chance to smoke in the future.

At this time, the Japanese army closest to the warehouse also ran 400 meters away. The warehouse building looked like it was difficult to get lucky, so naturally no more ammunition was wasted. The Japanese army's stingy nature naturally also stopped, and it was no longer possible. Useless consumption of bullets.

Seeing that the infantry had all rested, the artillery fire from both sides naturally started from two to one to one to one, until the entire battlefield returned to silence.

The Chinese people on the banks of the Suzhou River naturally didn't know what this contact between China and Japan meant. They only knew that the Japanese army began to attack, and they were still a few hundred meters away from the Sixing Warehouse. The Chinese defenders went up and shot the Japanese. People were beaten to the ground.

Aren't you lying down? Without looking at the machine guns and mortars, the Japanese infantry immediately ran away?

Although many of the Japanese counterattacks landed on the front of the Sixing Warehouse, none of the shells seemed to have penetrated the building. Looking from the side of the Suzhou River bank, the entire building remained motionless, except for the charred walls. and potholes.

What does that mean? It means that nothing happened to our own people, but the Japanese were beaten and hurt.

I just don’t know if they cried or not.

The first battle this morning was won.

"We won, our people won again." There were at least thousands of people on the north bank of the Suzhou River on both sides of the building, and they burst into cheers.

"Let's go, Nan'er, daddy will buy you some cakes, buy two!" The middle-aged man in robe, who was carrying his son on his shoulders, put down the child, clenched his fists, and waved excitedly to the sky.

"Dad, just one is enough. I'll eat it with my parents." The five-year-old child held his father's hand, raised his face, and answered in a milky voice.

Although the little child didn't quite understand what happened in the distance that made his father so happy, he knew that his current home was no longer the home he once had, and eating a piece of cake was already a luxury.

Tears shone in the middle-aged man's eyes. He paused for a while and pointed at the dark blue military uniforms running vaguely on the rooftop of the building in the distance and said:

"Nan'er, have you seen them? They are our Chinese soldiers. As long as they win, we can go home."

"Go home?" The little child put his fingers in his mouth, imagining the past days, his eyes full of longing. "Well, I want to eat sugar cookies! Eat a lot of sugar cookies!"

"Yeah! There are sugar cakes, meat cakes, and bean paste cakes. Whatever Nan'er wants to eat, dad and mom will make it for you." The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with tenderness and the same longing as his son.

"Dad, wait!"

The middle-aged man was about to pull the child to squeeze out of the crowd, but when he saw the child struggling to break away and his small body moving forward in the crowd, he couldn't help but shouted anxiously: "Nan'er..."

The barbed wire fence near the river bank was guarded by soldiers with loaded guns and ammunition from several Western countries. Any Chinese who moved forward would be forced away by them with rifle butts and bayonets.

As a result, a clear blank area was formed between the crowded Chinese people, about five or six meters wide.

The little child who had squeezed out of the crowd was standing in the open space.

Many people's eyes fell on him.

The little child wearing a long gray and black coarse cloth coat and cloth shoes did not look like a child from a wealthy family, but his face was wiped clean, indicating that although he was in trouble, he once had a good life.

A Western second lieutenant officer frowned. These stupid Chinese people have been taken in by the concession, but they are so ungrateful that they are still causing trouble here?

I was about to give the order to drive this little troublemaker back to the crowd, but I saw the little child looking into the distance, his bright eyes full of hope, and his gestures couldn't help but pause slightly.

Then, I saw a little Chinese bowing deeply to the Sihang Warehouse in the distance, shouting something loudly.

Then, I saw the Chinese crowd getting excited, and many people bent down and bowed like little children!

After a while, a row of dark blue military uniforms stood up on the roof of the Sihang Warehouse 200 meters away, and the windows facing the concession were also full of dark blue military uniforms.

"Stand at attention!"

"Salute!"

The extremely sonorous voices echoed over the Sihang Warehouse, and a row of soldiers straightened their chests and saluted the crowd in unison.

The Chinese people bowed to them, and the Chinese soldiers returned the salute in their own way!

The cheers resounded through the sky.

"This is why we stay here." The lieutenant colonel in the command center took a deep look out the window, refocused his eyes on the map of Songhu Zhabei District, and whispered softly.

He was the only one in the command center, and I don't know if he was talking to himself or to the person he was thinking of.

Perhaps no one knows his state of mind at this moment except himself!

"Wotechanapoyisay?" The Western lieutenant officer asked a sergeant who was proficient in Chinese curiously.

"He seemed to say, thank you uncles and aunts, you fight the Japanese devils well, and when Nan'er comes home, I will treat you to sugar cakes!" The sergeant tried to express it in the context of Chinese.

"Wote?" The blue eyes of the Western lieutenant were full of doubts.

What a strange Chinese child, he didn't understand what the war in front of him had to do with children and sugar cakes.

The lieutenant certainly didn't understand it now, but when the war burned on his land one day, he would understand.

In the damn war, for those who lost their homes, sugar cakes were precious and precious.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, and experts watch the doorway.

The common people were celebrating the victory happily and saluting the Chinese soldiers who beat the Japanese army.

But in the high-rise building a hundred meters away from here, many people in suits and leather shoes put down their telescopes, and most of them were sighing.

A gentleman does not stand under a wall. Most of these people are well-known. Although they are also attracted by the battle on the opposite side, they will never go to the river bank to watch the battle like ordinary people. If a stray bullet comes, someone will die.

They may not all be gentlemen, but they are definitely knowledgeable.

Everyone knows very well that although the Japanese army was beaten and retreated, the Chinese army in the first battle of Sihang Warehouse almost played all their cards, and the battle has not officially started yet, how can they fight later?

Are all Japanese soldiers stupid? Of course not. If they are stupid, how can they win this battle?

Next, perhaps it will be a cold wind and rain! The sighing "knowledgeable people" almost lost the interest in continuing to watch the battle.

Because there is no hope in this battle, who is willing to witness a failure full of death with their own eyes!

Especially, those who are bound to die are their own people.

In the warehouse building, several veterans who had teased Niu Er before came over and apologized to Niu Er solemnly, which made Niu Er feel a little embarrassed. He hurriedly took the cigarettes handed over by the veterans and smoked while coughing violently.

The soldiers laughed roughly.

All the unhappiness disappeared.

"Brother Niu Er, explain why that Japanese wanted to run away! You obviously can't hit him." Seeing that the atmosphere was harmonious, an old soldier raised a question at the right time.

If they didn't know the answer, their superior would probably be curious to death. Tang Dao Platoon Leader Tang was really bad. He left after doing it without explaining. It must be intentional.

"Ahem! Because I injured him with that shot just now. If he didn't run, he could only be killed by my shots one by one, ahem!" Niu Er answered with a violent cough.

"Why is that?" The veterans were all stunned.

Leng Feng, who was not far away and was looking for Tang Dao for an excuse, also pricked up his ears quietly.

Because this was really beyond their understanding.

From Niu Er's perspective, the corpse was enough to block the bullet. The kinetic energy of a general rifle bullet is not strong enough to penetrate the human body and kill a person after flying over 400 meters. Moreover, after penetrating the human body, the bullet has been deformed and it is difficult to maintain a straight trajectory.

"No, I hit the ribs of the corpse. The human skeleton is hard enough to make the bullet trajectory slightly deviate. The place where he hides is too small, and the probability of hitting him with irregular ricochets will increase. I am also lucky."

"My dear mother! You mean, you hit the bones of the corpse and then use ricochets to deal with him?" The eyes of several veterans at that moment were like seeing a ghost.

"Yes! The commander reminded me to make the bullet turn. This is the only way I can think of." Niu Er answered as a matter of course. "However, if he doesn't run, I estimate that I will have to spend five or six bullets! If it were Commander Tang, one should be enough."

Pervert!

The big pervert brought a little pervert.

Leng Feng's mouth opened so wide that he couldn't close it. Tang Dao smiled and put the cigarette he had just lit but had slipped back into his mouth. "You new recruit didn't learn anything else, but you learned to brag! Don't take it seriously, Deputy Leng."

"I really don't want to talk to you now." Leng Feng took a deep puff of the cigarette.

"Haha!" Tang Dao laughed.

"Haha!" Leng Feng also laughed out loud.

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PS: 3200 words long chapter, one chapter! Tomorrow I will continue with two chapters. Feng Yue's waist is really hurting and she can't sit still. Especially when she thinks that her waist may not work anymore, will it still work in the future? Feng Yue's heart feels broken. Fortunately, she didn't get hurt.