Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 120 The Pillar's First Battle on the Peninsula (Part Two)
Startled, He Yuzhu lunged at the nearest large rock, landing with a tumble that landed in the opposite direction of the rock where he had just been hiding.

Just as he rolled to the spot, a loud "crash" rang out not far away, and then he was hit by a rain of stones. The rock he was hiding under was shaved in half, turning into a sky full of broken stones.

He Yuzhu was panting heavily. If he hadn't run fast, he would probably be riddled with holes by now.

He cursed under his breath, "Damn it."

He started looking for the deputy squad leader, Zheng Shuanzi. The grenade launcher was in his hands. He Yuzhu had also fired that thing before. With his advanced artillery skills, it was a piece of cake for him.

As the smoke cleared, He Yuzhu finally saw Zheng Shuanzi and the others, but they were in a bad state. One of the ammunition handlers was seriously injured, while Zheng Shuanzi and another ammunition handler were slightly injured.

He Yuzhu checked the distance and shouted, "Deputy squad leader, can you come a little closer? I need to use the grenade launcher."

Zheng Shuanzi was helping a seriously wounded soldier by pressing on his wounds when he heard the shout. He was startled and thought he had misheard. It was He Yuzhu's voice.

Looking in the direction of the shout, Zheng Shuanzi saw He Yuzhu waving at him and pointing behind a large rock, indicating that he should go there. Then Zheng Shuanzi asked a question.

"You know how to use it?" He Yuzhu understood Zheng Shuanzi's lip movements and nodded quickly.

Zheng Shuanzi asked Wang Xigui to take care of Zhang Changhai, and then took the ammunition pouch that Zhang Changhai was carrying onto his own body. He then began to move little by little to the place that He Yuzhu pointed to, while He Yuzhu used his gun to point out the machine gunner on the mountaintop and draw fire.

He would change locations after firing two shots, because the enemy never gave him a chance to fire a third shot; either heavy machine guns would come firing or mortars would come firing.

He had become the focus of this attack, and he also provided some cover for his comrades. Now, Zheng Sanxi and the others who had climbed to the front were less than fifty meters away from the top of the mountain.

At the same altitude as them was the newly arrived third squad, who were pure infantrymen without even a machine gun, so they were sent up last. A platoon leader also came up with them, and he saw the platoon leader smile at him from afar and give him a thumbs up.

After He Yuzhu and Zheng Shuanzi met up, Zheng Shuanzi took out a grenade launcher and said, "Yuzhu, you're really good at using this?"

He Yuzhu snatched the grenade launcher from Zheng Shuanzi's hand, set it up in a few quick movements, and then reported the artillery coordinates. Zheng Shuanzi looked up and stared at He Yuzhu with disbelief. What kind of monster had come to their class?

Are the recruits in basic training blind? How could soldiers like that be assigned to a second-line unit like theirs?

Then He Yuzhu took an ammunition pouch from Zheng Shuanzi and slung it over his shoulder, then handed the Type 38 rifle in his hand to Zheng Shuanzi, and was about to leave.

Zheng Shuanzi said, "I'll be your ammunition handler."

He Yuzhu shook his head and said, "Vice squad leader, if I rush forward, you can't keep up with me."

Zheng Shuanzi thought that He Yuzhu had been running in the lead all the way, and if he hadn't slowed down, everyone behind would have fallen behind.

"Then it's up to you. This is our platoon's only heavy firepower. You must make good use of it," Zheng Shuanzi said solemnly.

"Yes, Deputy Squad Leader," He Yuzhu replied solemnly.

Then he rolled out with the grenade launcher, crawling, leaping, rolling, and throwing grenades, quickly rising thirty meters.

Zheng Shuanzi didn't have He Yuzhu's marksmanship; he could only fire a shot from time to time as cover.

However, Feng Erkui noticed He Yuzhu's movements and his 'crutch' basically didn't stop until He Yuzhu finally stopped.

The firing arc from where He Yuzhu stopped wasn't great, but he could still get up there. He set up the grenade launcher, took out three grenades, and fired three rapid shots.

One heavy machine gun and two light machine guns went silent on the mountain. He knew the approximate location of the mortar, but it was at an elevation angle from which he couldn't see it, so he didn't fire.

After taking out three enemy firing points, He Yuzhu decisively changed positions. Zheng Sanxi and the comrades of the second squad in front could already use grenades to blow up the enemy.

After a fierce battle on the mountaintop, the remaining members of the first squad and the third squad began to climb the mountain quickly. Taking advantage of this opportunity, He Yuzhu fired three rapid shots, this time targeting the mortar position.

After firing, he carried the grenade launcher and charged forward. After advancing about thirty meters, he fired the remaining two grenades, taking down two enemy light machine guns. Then he stopped. He was now essentially unarmed, with only a few grenades hanging on his waist. Although they were small, they couldn't be used as grenades.

Just as he was worrying, he heard someone call him: "Zhu Zi, Zhu Zi, the deputy squad leader asked me to ask you if the grenade launcher is still going to fire, and there are still grenades."

It turned out that Zheng Shuanzi knew He Yuzhu had finished fighting and sent the ammunition handler Wang Xigui to find him. Zhang Changhai couldn't hold on and sacrificed himself.

"Hit me, don't move, wait for me to come over," He Yuzhu shouted.

"it is good."

However, after the two reunited, when Wang Xigui gave He Yuzhu the grenades, he said, "Zhuzi, we only brought 24 grenades in total, and you fired eight of them at once. I'll give you another bag, but don't use them all up."

He Yuzhu nodded, took the grenade pack and left. He was basically no longer needed in this direction. He circled around to the direction where the second platoon was making a feint attack. Because the fighting on their side was intense, the enemy's heavy firepower was all tilted in this direction. Although the second platoon was making a feint attack, they had made progress and were now exchanging fire with the enemy halfway up the mountain.

He Yuzhu didn't fire much. Three stray bullets took down two machine guns and a guy who seemed to be a sharpshooter. He Yuzhu saw that guy take down two soldiers and decisively sent him to his death with a grenade.

With less suppression, the second platoon began to launch a fierce attack. The second platoon leader glanced in He Yuzhu's direction but didn't see who it was. He thought that after this battle, he must go and thank the first platoon.

The third platoon launched their attack last, but because they were late, they received less "care" from the enemy. The heavy firepower was used by the other two sides, leaving them with only two light machine guns. Now, both sides have entered a state of exchanging grenade throws and rifle fire, and they are just one step away from bayonet fighting.

Seeing that the second platoon didn't need much help, He Yuzhu went back to the first platoon, guessing that they would soon be blowing the charge whistle and engaging in bayonet fighting.

Therefore, He Yuzhu took out the Browning 1911 from his spatial storage. He wasn't afraid of fighting bare-handed with bayonets, but he was afraid of being suddenly shot.

Sure enough, the whistle to charge blew, and He Yuzhu saw that the company commander had also come up, carrying a Mauser pistol.

"Charge! Kill!" All the soldiers in the west rank stood up, fixed bayonets, and charged.

He Yuzhu slung the grenade launcher over his body, gripped a military dagger in his right hand, and charged forward with a pistol hidden in his sleeve in his left.

By the time he reached them, the two sides had already drawn their bayonets. The soldiers of the White Eagle were not good at bayonet fighting; they just relied on their physical strength to swing their guns like fire pokers, while some picked up entrenching tools.

He Yuzhu moved swiftly across the battlefield, his movements basically consisting of a single throat slit; anyone who dared to raise a gun was instantly eliminated with a single shot.

Many soldiers in the first platoon hadn't even figured out what was happening when the enemies they had just been fighting to the death with were either clutching their necks and falling to the ground, or being shot and falling down, and then they saw a figure quickly go and take care of the next enemy.

The soldiers immediately went to find a target.

He Yuzhu has long since put away his Browning 1911; he now uses a newly captured M1911A1 and carries an M1 rifle on his back.

At first, there were some unconvinced soldiers from the White Eagle Army who tried to take advantage of He Yuzhu's shorter weapon, but in the end, they all became victims of his blade.

The company commander saw this scene clearly and decided to talk to He Yuzhu after the battle. He was a good soldier and should be encouraged to improve.

After taking the hilltop, there were basically no prisoners, but some of the enemy escaped. When they came up earlier and saw that things were not going well, they ran straight to the road.

The fighting on the mountain was so fierce that no one paid any attention to them.

"Wow, these big-nosed guys are really rich!" the soldiers exclaimed as they cleaned up the battlefield.

"That's right, look how many machine guns they have, while our whole company only has three!"

"I saw this gun when I was fighting in Tianjin. What was it called again? You don't even need to pull the bolt; it can empty the entire magazine in one go," a soldier said, holding up an M1.

The company commander told the soldiers to rest, eat dry rations, and drink water to replenish their strength.

The platoon leaders were counting the number of casualties, and after that, they went to find the political instructor.

The instructor took out a small notebook, and the platoon leaders would report the names. He would then draw on the notebook, marking the names of those who had been killed in action.

However, the fingers he used to hold the pen had lost their color due to excessive force.

He Yuzhu was also rummaging around on the battlefield, looking for anything good. He wasn't looting the corpses, but looking for food and drink.

Just as he was carrying a box of compressed biscuits and a box of canned food back to his squad, he heard an anxious voice shouting, "Company commander, the enemy's main force is coming!"

"How much further?" "About five kilometers. Our follow-up troops are coming and deploying along the way. The regimental commander has ordered our company to block the breach."

"Commander, where are the men from regimental headquarters?"

"He was exhausted from running, so I told him to come over slowly from behind."

"Alright, go and bring the person over."

"Yes."

He Yuzhu then understood that it was a soldier responsible for monitoring the enemy's main force. He was running at the front, so he had no idea who was behind and therefore hadn't recognized them earlier.

And there must be more than one person at ten kilometers; this must be the closest one.

"The enemy is coming! The whole company, prepare for battle! Second platoon, defend the south slope, third platoon, defend the west slope, first platoon, be in reserve!" the company commander shouted.

"Company commander, why is our platoon the reserve team?"

"How many people are left in your platoon?"

“Eighteen, I can still fight,” the platoon leader said, his eyes red.

In that last battle, the first platoon lost almost half its men, and the first squad lost half its men. Now, only squad leader Hu Sanxi, deputy squad leader Zheng Shuanzi, machine gunner Feng Erkui, assistant gunner Tian Xiaoguang, and He Yuzhu remain. Wang Xigui was also killed in the bayonet charge.

"Platoon leader, obey orders."

"Yes," the platoon leader replied reluctantly.

"He Yuzhu, Zheng Shuanzi."

"Here!" He Yuzhu ran over with the box in his arms.

"Go check if the enemy's mortars are still usable. By the way, He Yuzhu, I see you're very good with grenade launchers. Do you know how to use mortars?"

"Reporting to the company commander, I know how to use it."

"Okay, platoon leader, assign each of them two ammunition handlers."

"Yes, Captain."

"Zhu Zi, what are you holding?"

"food!"

"Give this to your platoon leader. Have him distribute it to the soldiers later so they can replenish their energy." The company commander didn't have time to ask what kind of food it was.

"Yes!"

Then the two boxes ended up in the hands of the platoon leader.

The platoon leader did not start distributing the supplies immediately after receiving them, as everyone still had things to do, such as cleaning up the battlefield and digging trenches.

He Yuzhu and his group found two intact mortars and a good number of shells, a total of 50, which made Zheng Shuanzi extremely happy.

Then he wanted to find a place to set up the cannon on the mountaintop, but was stunned by He Yuzhu's suggestion to "go to the north slope".

"Why go to the north slope? That's the other side of the mountain."

"You didn't know that mortars could hit the other side of the mountain too?"

"I haven't tried it, but it seems... it should work," Zheng Shuanzi said uncertainly.

"You go to the back to set up the cannons, and I'll go to the front to set the firing parameters."

"Can it really work?"

"How will we know if we don't try? My comrade deputy squad leader, the enemy has artillery. You saw it last night. Are we just going to wait to be bombed on the mountaintop?"

"Wouldn't the second and third platoons be left up there as targets? I think those cannons are much bigger than the Japanese ones."

"Then go and talk to the company commander, I'll go set up the cannon."

"Okay, I'll go right now." Zheng Shuanzi ran off to find the company commander.

He Yuzhu already had a pre-planned artillery position in mind, and not just one. He led a few ammunition handlers to move the cannons and shells to the first pre-planned position, and then returned to the mountain, where he ran into Zheng Shuanzi, who was returning dejectedly.

"You got scolded?"

"The company commander said he knew he was going to be bombed, but everyone's gone to the reverse slope, what about the people up there?"

"Oh, this? Just tell the company commander to leave a squad up there, no, half a squad is enough. As long as we can delay the enemy from going up the mountain for a while, the people on the reverse slope will be able to get up there."

"Yeah, how come I didn't think of that?" Zheng Shuanzi slapped his forehead.

"What are you two saying? Why are you making such a fuss?" At this moment, the platoon leader and Hu Sanxi walked over together, and the platoon leader asked.

Zheng Shuanzi repeated what He Yuzhu had just said. The platoon leader and Hu Sanxi looked at He Yuzhu as if he were a monster. Were they veterans, or was this kid a veteran? It felt like this kid had been fighting for more than ten years.

Look at his tactical maneuvers, marksmanship, grenade launcher accuracy during the attack, and the ferocity when fighting with bayonets. This is a 16-year-old kid, not someone who was carrying a gun when he was still a baby.
He Yuzhu remained calm about this. Since he was on the battlefield, he would definitely have to use these methods to save his life. What difference would it make whether he knew it sooner or later?
Of course, it's a bit early now. It would be better if we fought a few more battles. The problem is that his company put down their sickles and hoes and came with guns. We can't just sit idly by. What if the rest of the company is wiped out and he's the only one left? What will he say when he goes back?

Although the time they spent together was short, he felt the integrity, passion, and deep camaraderie of the soldiers of this era.

You said he wasn't sad about so many deaths? That's so cold-blooded.

No, that's not true. It's just that he doesn't even know the names of many people, let alone have much interaction with them. He's only spent about ten days with the people in his class, so how could he have such a deep bond with them?

After hearing this, the platoon leader didn't need Zheng Shuanzi to go find the company commander anymore; he went there himself to determine the parameters.

Before long, the platoon leader returned, punched He Yuzhu, and said with a smile, "Good lad, you're really something. How did you come up with this idea?"

"I know how to fire artillery, I thought of it when I was helping the second platoon fire those shots."

"No wonder he's educated, what a brain!"

He Yuzhu just smiled. Could he say that he saw this method in a movie?

"Platoon leader, what is our mission?" asked Hu Sanxi, the squad leader of the first squad.

"Let's clean up the battlefield together with the third platoon and move all our stuff to the north slope so it won't be blown up later."

"Three platoons? Aren't they supposed to be defending the west?"

"They're all assigned to the second row. The third row will stay with us on the north slope."

"Oh!"

"Alright, stop standing there and get moving, the enemy is coming soon."

　Please don't nitpick. The first battle wasn't written in much detail, but it will get better in the future. I've found some ideas for writing about the wars of that era.

　　In addition, there were many heroes on the battlefields of that era who were even more powerful than those described in this book. Don't think it's an exaggeration!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)