The enemy was not coming from their direction, so for the time being they were safe and sound, and everyone became a bystander.
But because they were too far away, they could only see the general situation of the battle.
The gunshots were mixed together, the heavy machine guns making "dong dong dong" sounds, the light machine guns making "tu tu tu" sounds, and the rifles firing in a chaotic manner.
They couldn't see what was happening on the top of the city wall. All they could see was the Japanese army standing and attacking.
As to whether the other party was lying down to avoid bullets or was knocked down by bullets, the people in Hu Biao's company had no idea.
At this point, Hu Biao no longer controlled his soldiers from speaking. Even if they spoke or shouted, no one on the other side of the battlefield could hear them.
So the mood of their company changed with the changes in the battlefield situation.
When they saw the attacking "black spots" fall, they all shouted "good news" in unison. When mortars below fired shells onto the city walls, they all worried.
After all, they were just bystanders, but they could imagine the bloodiness on the battlefield. Some were shot dead, some were seriously injured and screamed desperately, and some were shot in the legs and had to drag their legs to crawl back.
Li Fushun looked at Shang Zhen beside him with some concern. Shang Zhen was lying there with his rifle aimed forward.
There was no bullet in Shang Zhen's rifle. Li Fushun had asked about it before, and Shang Zhen was just practicing aiming here.
From Li Fushun's perspective, he could see Shang Zhen squinting one eye. His face was blackened from fighting the fire, but he couldn't tell whether he was afraid or not.
Shang Zhen told Li that he would be very scared when he saw someone being shot. Now that he is on the battlefield, he hopes that Shang Zhen can survive the stage of seeing blood as a new recruit.
But Li Fushun had no idea how Shang Zhen felt about the bloodiness after being shot, because Shang Zhen himself probably couldn't explain it clearly.
Seeing that Shang Zhen was relatively calm, Li Fushun felt relieved. Then he had an idea and whispered, "Waiter, you can practice your marksmanship well.
As long as you can shoot far and accurately, you can knock down the Japanese soldiers from a distance, and you won't be able to see what they look like when they die!"
"Oh." Shang Zhen responded honestly.
At this moment, even the bystanders on the battlefield let out a low "boom", which meant that the Japanese army's attack was repelled again.
"Look, look! Another one was knocked down!" At this time, Kanshan shouted excitedly.
From their position, they can see that the attacking enemy is retreating and suddenly one of the standing people is missing. Doesn't that mean they were knocked down?
Since he was knocked down during the retreat, he was definitely not lying down, but was hit by a bullet. It is no wonder that the soldiers watching the battle were excited.
"Fushunzi, why do I feel that the people who came back this time are not Japanese?" At this time, the platoon leader Wang Laomao said to Li Fushun.
Li Fushun looked at Wang Laomao.
"It's only been a short while and we've already repelled three attacks. You know, those Japanese soldiers, although they're short, are very reckless in fighting.
Besides, it's impossible for Japanese soldiers to charge in large numbers at once." Wang Laomao began to explain the reasons for his judgment.
"You'll know in a moment." Li Fushun said.
The reason why he said this was, of course, because if the Japanese army failed to capture Jinzhou, they would most likely take a detour.
If they take a roundabout route, they will have to come towards them, and then they will soon know whether it is the Japanese army or other troops.
"Look at your broken mouth!" At this time, Hou Kanshan, who was next to Wang Laomao, said to Li Fushun.
"Hmm?" Li Fushun looked past Wang Laomao and towards Hou Kanshan, his eyes already showing displeasure.
But before he could say anything, Platoon Leader Wang Laomao turned around and said to Hou Kanshan, "Who the hell are you talking to?
How dare you talk to me like that? If I don't beat you up today, I'll slap myself in the face!"
Hou Kanshan never thought that the platoon leader would say this to him. Only then did he realize that he had offended someone he shouldn't have.
Nowadays, people in the army are divided into different levels.
Li Fushun and Wang Laomao have a life-long friendship. Although Hou Kanshan has always relied on his ability to flatter and has a good relationship with the platoon leader, it does not mean that he can say this about Li Fushun.
At this time, Hou Kanshan realized that his status in the platoon leader's mind was still incomparable to Li Fushun.
Okay, let’s fight.
So Hou Kanshan awkwardly reached out a hand and slapped himself lightly on the face, chuckling, "Brother Shunzi, I was wrong!"
But after he said that, Wang Laomao became even angrier.
"Who the hell are you calling Brother Shunzi? Give yourself another slap, a louder one!" Wang Laomao said angrily again.
We have all been in the same row for a while now, and this Hou Kanshanzui is a bit rude and likes to curse people in a roundabout way.
Platoon leader Wang Laomao knew that Hou Kanshan was calling Li Fushun "Brother Shunzi?" But then he suddenly changed his name to "Brother Sunzi"!
This kind of thing definitely has a history with Hou Kanshan, and Wang Laomao doesn't want to make Li Fushun unhappy.
Li Fushun is his brother. At the critical moment, he can stand shoulder to shoulder with him and take bullets for him.
But you, Hou Kanshan, are just being clever and quick-witted at ordinary times. I treat you well because you seem to be smart, but at the critical moment, you will sell me out, right?
Just as Hou Kanshan was about to slap himself again, wondering how hard he should hit him, Li Fushun said, "Stop talking! Someone's coming over here."
Taking advantage of this conversation, Hou Kanshan stopped slapping himself. At this time, the company commander Hu Biao had already shouted in a low voice: "Everyone, pull your heads back. Don't let the other side see you. Load your guns and prepare for battle!"
There were really people coming from the opposite side, and they were enemies. Just as they had deduced beforehand, the enemy began to make a detour.
"Okay, platoon leader, you are right. They are not Japanese, they are all traitors!" Li Fushun retracted his body and took back his gun and opened the safety of his rifle.
Although the people coming from afar were very far away from them, with Li Fushun's experience, he spotted them at a glance. They were definitely not Japanese soldiers because none of them were wearing helmets.
"Of course, who am I, Wang Laomao? With my eyesight, wow!" Wang Laomao, who was lying side by side with Li Fushun and holding a machine gun in his hand, said proudly.
Li Fushun laughed with a "Puff!" "Yes! You can even see my underwear through my pants!"
Li Fushun's words immediately diluted the tension before the battle, and all the soldiers couldn't help but smile.
Only at this point did Hou Kanshan realize that he really could not compare with Li Fushun.
It seems that Li Fushun and the platoon leader really carried guns and visited prostitutes together!
Everyone was laughing, except Shang Zhen.
Shang Zhen had already loaded the bullet and turned on the safety of the gun. He had become very proficient in using the rifle over the past few days. He had practiced everything except firing a gun countless times.
He was looking curiously at the machine gun in Wang Laomao's hand.
The so-called "Hua Ji Gun" is what the Chinese call it, and it is actually a submachine gun.
There are many cooling holes around the barrel, and the ammunition is fed by a drum magazine next to it.
Nowadays, all rifles are manual rifles, but since the Huagun is a submachine gun, it is an automatic weapon.
Shang Zhen heard from Li Fushun that this kind of gun would fire a string of bullets like raindrops.
The Northeast Army could process this kind of fancy machine guns by itself. Before losing the Fengtian Arsenal, the Northeast Army's strength was certainly not comparable to that of the Japanese Army, but compared with other local warlords, it was truly extremely powerful.
As for Wang Laomao's platoon, not counting the eight light machine guns, there are also six or seven fancy machine guns.
Originally, as the squad leader, Li Fushun was also qualified to use a submachine gun, but Li Fushun preferred to use a rifle and gave the submachine gun to others.
"Everyone hide, the bastards on the opposite side are coming!" Hu Biao shouted.
Shang Zhen felt his heart skip a beat. The gun was finally about to be fired, so he stopped thinking.