Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 122 Killing like crazy
"suddenly"

"Da da da"

The first platoon reached the hilltop position, but the gunfire was much less intense than the previous two times, because six soldiers in the first platoon had been assigned to artillery.

This time, the enemy attacked with even more troops, two whole companies. He Yuzhu couldn't see what was happening ahead; he judged the situation based on the artillery signals sent by the political instructor. In this round, they fired a total of twenty shells, leaving them with only twelve shells.

Then all four ammunition handlers were sent back to the first platoon, because the first platoon hadn't come down from above at all, so there should be less than a squad left.

The temporary artillery platoon was left with only He Yuzhu and Zheng Shuanzi, and Zheng Shuanzi also wanted to go back to the platoon.

Then Zheng Shuanzi started explaining flag signals to He Yuzhu. In fact, He Yuzhu had paid attention in the previous rounds, and now he asked questions whenever he didn't understand. After He Yuzhu could roughly understand the directions and coordinates indicated by the flag signals...

Zheng Shuanzi first gave him a thumbs up: "Zhuzi, your ability to learn skills is amazing."

Then he patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "We'll have to rely on you for artillery support. The grenade launcher can't go that far. I'm going up to fight alongside Hu and the others. Remember, you and I had a sparring match."

After saying that, he slung his gun over his shoulder and ran towards the position on the mountaintop. He Yuzhu watched his retreating figure without being able to laugh, and shouted, "You must stay alive, deputy squad leader. I'm waiting to see your skills!"

The only response he received was Zheng Shuanzi raising his right hand high in a wave.

"whoosh whoosh"

"Boom boom boom"

The enemy shelled for a full ten minutes before stopping, and then the entire company waiting on the north slope went up.

"suddenly"

"Da da da"

"Bah, ba gou"

"Bang, bang, bang"

Gunfire erupted on the mountaintop, and then He Yuzhu saw the two small flags again. This time, the only requirement was two coordinates, one shot at each coordinate, and then the flags were put away.

Frustrated, He Yuzhu took out the gun from his spatial storage and kept firing. He even checked if there were any shells for the Bald Eagle 60mm mortar, but to his disappointment, there weren't any.

This infuriated him, and he cursed the arms dealer for not having a 60mm mortar in the entire battalion's equipment.

In his anxious wait, he saw the small flag again, but this time the figure holding the flag could not even stand. He used a rifle to support his body and signaled to He Yuzhu with the flag, firing freely on the south slope until all the shells were used up.

He Yuzhu looked at the swaying figure who was still struggling to hold on and signal with flags, his eyes reddened. Covering the attack, how many enemies must be on that south slope? It's a slope of more than 100 meters, at least a battalion has come up.

He Yuzhu saluted the figure, who was signaling with flags. The figure was clearly taken aback, then solemnly returned the salute, leaning on his rifle, and returned to the battlefield.

He Yuzhu fired the remaining shells as quickly as possible, and the coordinates of the broken surface were all in his mind.

Then he grabbed his M1 and charged toward the mountaintop. Before he had even reached halfway up, he saw enemies coming up the eastern slope.

He Yuzhu immediately lay down on the spot, and upon closer inspection, it was clear that there was a full company of soldiers there.

The sounds of battle cries could be faintly heard from the mountaintop, indicating that enemies had already rushed up and begun a fierce melee.

At this point, He Yuzhu no longer cared about exposing the space; if things continued like this, the entire mountaintop would be gone.

He took out two MG42s loaded with ammunition belts, picked up one and started firing at the enemy on the east slope.

"Zzz—, zizz—" The sound of the chainsaw was like the roar of death, instantly sweeping down a large group of Bald Eagle soldiers who were climbing the mountain.

This sound sent shivers down the spines of many Bald Eagle soldiers, veterans of the European theater. This sound was their nightmare, having claimed countless lives during the amphibious assault.

The quick-moving bald eagle soldiers had already taken cover, while those who were a little slower all met their end.

(This isn't fantasy; the MG42 is also known as the 'Death Saw'.)
He Yuzhu, who had emptied one ammunition belt, put away the gun that had run out of ammunition and started running and firing with another MG42 in his arms. Even with his superb arm strength, his arms were still numb from the impact.

This time, he was just clearing the way, keeping the enemy from looking up. As for those who were hit, it was just bad luck.

After emptying his ammunition belt, He Yuzhu lay down, rolled over, put away his gun, and switched to another.

'Bang, bang, bang,' He Yuzhu began calling roll with the M1.

The bald eagle soldiers, stunned by the 'Death Saw', also began to fight back, but they were not as fast as He Yuzhu. He Yuzhu fired while moving and hit the target every time. The sniping skills given by the system were that powerful.

After one magazine was emptied, He Yuzhu heard a soldier on the other side shout, "His magazine is empty, hurry up!"

Then the soldier's head exploded; the bullet entered through the bridge of his nose and exited from the back of his head, blowing his helmet off.

Just as He Yuzhu emptied the magazine again, someone on the other side shouted, "Death! He's Death! I want to go home!"

Shouting as he tumbled and slid down the mountain, He Yuzhu could only give him a bullet to get him back to his hometown as quickly as possible.

Fear spreads, and even if one dies, the rest will still run. An officer from the Bald Eagles shot one of the escapees with a pistol, and then He Yuzhu blew his head off. This caused even more chaos, and the Bald Eagles soldiers cried out "Mom!" and "God!" as they fled desperately down the mountain.

He Yuzhu's two rounds of machine gun fire only killed about fifty people, and that was under surprise.

Including those called out by M1, there were only seventy people. A Bald Eagle Company has 175-240 people.

He Yuzhu truly couldn't defeat the fleeing bald eagle soldiers swarming all over the mountains and fields.

Then he switched his gun to an MP38, which had a limited range and only managed to take down the last ten or so unlucky guys.

He Yuzhu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sounds of fighting coming from the mountaintop, which proved that there were still people in the company.

He didn't dare run up the mountain from the east slope, as that would make him a target. Since the east slope hadn't been bombarded much, the withered grass and shrubs provided him with cover.

He returned to the north slope as quickly as possible, and with a bayonet fixed and a fully loaded M1 rifle, He Yuzhu charged toward the summit.

When He Yuzhu reached the top of the mountain, his eyes were bloodshot. After fighting for so long, there were less than thirty people left fighting. The smoke and dust made it impossible for He Yuzhu to recognize who was who.

He quickly fired and took down several bald eagle soldiers who were about to kill their comrades. He then joined the melee with his M1 rifle with a bayonet.

Against these big-nosed men, He Yuzhu didn't even need to use the Six Harmony Spear; he simply used brute force to deal with them, blocking and thrusting, dodging and thrusting, thrusting and thrusting.

Driven by a bloodlust, he searched the entire mountain for the enemy until someone called out to him from behind: "Zhu Zi, Zhu Zi, the enemy has retreated, retreated! Wake up, wake up!"

He Yuzhu turned around and lunged, but luckily the man reacted quickly and blocked it with his gun.

“Zhu Zi, it’s me. Are you crazy? I’m Zheng Shuanzi, your deputy squad leader.”

"Vice squad leader?" He Yuzhu asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, yes, Zheng Shuanzi."

"Huff, huff, huff," He Yuzhu lowered his gun and took a few deep breaths. "The enemy has retreated?"

"Return."

"The instructor?"

"Seriously injured!" Zheng Shuanzi cried out in grief.

"Where's the monitor?"

“Over there! The company commander is there too. Our platoon leader is gone, Feng Erkui is still alive, but Xiao Liang is gone!” Zheng Shuanzi probably knew what He Yuzhu was going to ask, so he answered all of it at once.

"What about the artillerymen?" He Yuzhu asked in a low voice.

“Gone. All gone.” Zheng Shuanzi trailed off, unable to continue.

"Take me to see the instructor, I've learned some first aid!" He Yuzhu said in a low voice, his nose a little sore.

"Alright, let's go! The enemy's next barrage of artillery should be coming soon!" Zheng Shuanzi said and walked in one direction.

He Yuzhu quickly followed, and as he passed each soldier, they would all stare at him, because they were quite frightened by the way He Yuzhu had just gone on a rampage.

The political instructor was carried to a slightly flatter spot on the north slope, where the company commander was standing. Upon seeing He Yuzhu arrive, the company commander said softly, "Zhuzi, you're here. The political instructor was just praising you."

He Yuzhu could hear a heavy nasal tone in his voice; the company commander was suppressing his emotions, trying hard not to cry. "He's here. How's the instructor?"

"Go see him yourself. He said he had something he didn't finish telling you earlier." The company commander turned his head away, not letting He Yuzhu see the tears dripping from the corner of his eyes.

He and his instructor fought together as guerrillas during the War of Resistance Against Japan, which added up to more than ten years. You can imagine how deep their bond was.

He Yuzhu walked over and looked at the instructor, who was breathing weakly. The instructor was too weak to speak now. When he saw him, he could only try to open his mouth, but his voice was so low that only he himself could hear it.

He Yuzhu shook his head at him and said, "Don't talk, let me check your injuries first."

Then He Yuzhu began to examine the wound: a bayonet wound to the right rib, a penetrating wound to the left abdomen, a gunshot wound to the right arm, and a stab wound to the left thigh—all external injuries.

If he's still alive, it means his internal organs weren't damaged. This is likely due to excessive blood loss. If the bleeding is stopped now, he should be able to survive.

He Yuzhu's battlefield first aid skill was not just for show; after a quick check, he came to a conclusion.

“What about the first aid kit we seized? The instructor might still be saved!” He Yuzhu said.

"First aid kit? What kind? I'll send someone to find it!" The company commander wiped his face and said urgently.

"With a white cross!"

"If anyone sees a first aid kit with a white cross, please bring it over quickly. The instructor can still be saved."

"I know, I know, medic Xiao Li just carried it on his back." With that, he ran off in one direction.

"Where's Xiao Li? Just have him bring it over himself," the company commander called out.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice!" the soldier replied, quickening his pace.

When the first aid kit arrived, He Yuzhu opened it, took out an injection (MF), and injected it into the instructor. The instructor immediately regained some energy and was about to speak.

"Don't talk. If you want to live, save your strength," He Yuzhu said, stopping him.

Then, the instructor took scissors to cut open the clothes around the wound, disinfected, stopped the bleeding, sutured, and bandaged. Although (MF) could relieve pain, it was not an anesthetic, and the suturing still hurt so much that the instructor's forehead was covered in cold sweat and his teeth were grinding.

He Yuzhu was afraid that he would bite his tongue, so he stuffed a towel into his mouth and asked Zheng Shuanzi, who was standing nearby, to help hold him down.

Why not call him Company Commander?

Because the enemy started shelling, the company commander couldn't stay and keep watch, so he went to give orders.

The enemy's shelling lasted a very long time, long enough for He Yuzhu to finish treating the instructor's wounds.

Company Commander Liang Jian was very fortunate that only two people were left on the position as observation posts, because he could not afford to lose any more. The observation posts were hiding in the artillery shelter, hoping to survive.

The company now has less than a platoon left. If more men are left, they will be consumed by artillery fire, and it's uncertain whether we can withstand the next attack.

After He Yuzhu finished treating all his wounds, he was also covered in sweat, as this was the first time he had ever done this job.

The instructor was soaked in sweat.

"All done?" Zheng Shuanzi watched He Yuzhu operate the whole time, and he was a little numb. Is there anything this kid can't do? He can shoot accurately, he can fire cannons accurately, he can fight with bayonets beyond description, and now he can even save people.

"Alright, but we still need to move to the rear for blood transfusions as soon as possible. We have nothing here, and it's so cold. We definitely won't survive if we stay here any longer," He Yuzhu said in a low voice.

"That's already very good, thank you, Comrade He Yuzhu. If you still have the strength, go and help the other wounded." The instructor used his last strength to finish this long string of words before passing out.

"Instructor, instructor!" Zheng Shuanzi began to shake the instructor.

"Alright, he's just passed out. If you shake him any longer, he'll die."

"Oh, oh!"

"Go and get some coats, it's too cold."

"Okay." Zheng Shuanzi gently put down the instructor and ran off.

"Anyone else needs their wounds treated? Seriously wounded patients first!" he shouted.

"There's one here."

"There's one here too."

"."

Then He Yuzhu got busy again. Now he was no longer a killing machine on the battlefield, but a medic saving lives.

After the enemy's shelling ended, Company Commander Liang Jian went up to the position, and then he looked down at the road with his mouth agape. The enemy had run away, all of them had run away.

No wonder the shelling lasted so long; it gave the enemy below time to evacuate.

The company commander angrily slammed his fist on the ground, roaring silently. This battle was too frustrating; reinforcements didn't arrive, and the enemy escaped.

Then came the order from the regimental headquarters to retreat.

The company held out tenaciously for an entire afternoon, only slightly slowing down the enemy's advance, as a large number of enemies still passed right under their noses.

The enemy seemed unwilling to get entangled with the first company for too long. The next two waves were ordered by the commander of a certain regiment in charge of the attack, because he was in a bloodthirsty frenzy and too many of his men had died.

As for why the regimental headquarters issued this order, it was because the follow-up troops had not kept up, and their regiment had tried its best but still could not stop the enemy.

Why the follow-up troops didn't arrive, and why, was not explained to the company?

This made Company Commander Liang Jian curse, using the most offensive language imaginable. The people from the regimental headquarters, their faces dark with anger, wanted to reprimand him, but seeing the less than thirty men left on the position and the corpses of the White Eagle soldiers scattered all over the mountain, he silently shut his mouth. They had the right to curse.

They were at the forefront of all the troops, and at the cost of being decimated, they delayed the enemy for an entire afternoon, successfully completing their mission. Now, inexplicably, they're being ordered to withdraw. Can't they even complain a little?

Since the order to retreat has been given, let's retreat. What else can we say? The company began cleaning up the battlefield.

During the cleanup, all the soldiers complained that the enemy was too ruthless. This last shelling basically plowed up the entire hilltop, including the southern slope, and there were practically no usable guns left.

When He Yuzhu finished treating all the soldiers' injuries, he came over and heard the soldiers complaining.

Seeing the company commander directing the men to clean up the battlefield, he walked over, pointed in the direction of Dongpo, and said, "Company commander, you should clean up over there too. I killed some enemies."

"A few are unnecessary; the gunners can't handle them anymore."

"There are quite a lot of these, and the guns are all intact."

“How much is a bit too much?”

"About a hundred."

"..." The company commander pointed at He Yuzhu but couldn't utter a word. Was this kid a reincarnation of a killing god?

The company commander patted He Yuzhu heavily on the shoulder and ordered, "Second Platoon Leader, go to the east slope and pick out the best guns."

The second platoon leader paused for a moment, then stood at attention and replied, "Yes, sir."

Erzhuzi remembered that his cannon was still placed between the east and north slopes. Although there were no more shells, the cannon was still very valuable to his troops.

He then said, "Company Commander, I'll go and fetch the cannon."

"No need, that kid Zheng Shuanzi went a long time ago. He can't bear to part with those two cannons."

"Oh! I'll take a break then, Company Commander. I'm exhausted. Rescuing people is more tiring than killing the enemy!"

He Yuzhu said something and then sat down on the ground. He was too tired; saving people was more tiring than killing them.

"Take a good rest. You're the apple of our company's eye. The comrades won't have any complaints. I'm going to check on the political instructor!" the company commander said before heading off to see the political instructor.

　To put it simply, the 24th Division isn't a tough nut to crack; those interested can look it up. Of course, the protagonist's unit isn't very strong right now either; a quick search will tell you which unit I'm referring to! The protagonist will move to a different location later, and this unit won't have fought in many battles!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)