"Third brother," Li Fushun, who was receiving the gun, heard a familiar voice calling him. It was undoubtedly Shang Zhen.
When he turned around, he saw Shang Zhen holding a rifle in his hand.
"Huh?" Li Fushun asked after a pause, "Where did you get this gun?"
"I picked it up on the ground when I ran out of the house." Shang Zhen replied.
It turned out that Shang Zhen was holding a Japanese Type 38 rifle, also known as the Type 38 rifle.
"What's the use of this gun? Do you have the bullets?" asked Li Fushun, a veteran.
"Ah?" Shang Zhen was stunned.
This was only the second time he had touched the rifle.
Shang Zhen had just joined the army the day before yesterday, and he was actually given a gun at that time.
But he was a new recruit, and no one could give him bullets when he didn't know how to shoot.
But before he could figure out how to use the gun, his rifle was confiscated and put into storage!
Because he was unfamiliar with the situation, Shang Zhen didn't even think of taking the bullet box from the Japanese soldier lying on the ground.
What's more, it was impossible for him to take the bullet box from the Japanese soldier.
Not to mention that the bullet box was strung on the Japanese soldier's belt, the Japanese soldiers blocking outside their house were only knocked down by them with bricks, and they did not lose their combat effectiveness.
"I just think their guns are a little longer, long enough for stabbing each other." Shang Zhen defended in a low voice.
Shang Zhen's explanation made Li Fushun look at him in surprise, as if he didn't recognize his adopted brother.
At this time, Shang Zhen had given him a new feeling.
Previously, a platoon of them was blocked in a house by Japanese soldiers and had no weapons to fight with.
If the Japanese soldiers rushed into the house, they would have to face the enemy's bayonets with their bare hands, and there would be heavy casualties.
But why did Shang Zhen come up with the idea of tearing down the kang and hitting the Japanese soldiers with bricks?
The situation was critical at the time, so Li Fushun naturally had no time to praise Shang Zhen.
But what about this time?
Li Fushun was an old soldier. He had seen Japanese soldiers and he certainly knew that the Japanese army's Type 38 rifle was about ten centimeters longer than the rifles used by the Northeast Army after the bayonet was installed.
But this was definitely the first time Shang Zhen saw Japanese soldiers. How could he tell at a glance that the Japanese soldiers' rifles were longer than those of the Chinese?
"It's useless without bullets. It's just a firewood stick!" Hou Kanshan, who had also received his weapons, squeezed over and said.
"Just throw it here. It can be used as a trophy in normal times. But now we have lost the battle. What's the use of a Japanese soldier's gun?" Li Fushun finally said.
"Oh," Shang Zhen responded.
He looked at the Japanese gun he had picked up with regret.
Poor Shang Zhen didn't know even now that even if he picked up this Japanese army's Type 38 rifle, it couldn't be called picking it up. In military terms, it was called "captured"!
Why can’t it be used without bullets?
Deep down, Shang Zhen did not agree with what Li Fushun and Hou Kanshan said.
He vaguely felt that the Japanese soldiers' rifles were longer than the Chinese rifles, so when the two sides stabbed each other with guns, the long rifles would of course have a great advantage!
Of course, even now Shang Zhen didn't know that when both sides stabbed each other with guns, it was called a bayonet fight or hand-to-hand combat.
He looked at the rifle he had just picked up with regret.
This Japanese rifle is very new. Even under the dim light of the armory, the bayonet of the rifle still emits a faint light.
The bayonet was very straight and in the shape of a knife, with the blood groove on it appearing dark.
Shang Zhen instinctively felt that the steel edge of this bayonet should be of good quality.
But just as he was about to put the gun down, something suddenly occurred to him and his hand began to grope for the muzzle of the gun.
A moment later, when he touched a small button on the tip of the gun, he found that the bayonet moved.
Shang Zhen pressed the button with one hand and pulled the bayonet out with the other hand. Miraculously, he removed the bayonet!
Shang Zhen is not stupid. If he were, how could he think of removing the bricks from the kang when the Japanese army was blocking the door?
In this respect he inherited his intelligence from his father, who was a carpenter.
Carpentry is a craft.
Traditional Chinese carpenters in ancient times didn’t even have iron nails, yet they were able to put together furniture and make it strong and durable. How could they have done that if they weren’t dexterous?
Shang Zhen threw the rifle on the ground, held his newly assigned rifle in one hand and the bayonet in the other, and ran out. While running, he looked at the bayonet in his hand.
Although it is called a bayonet, in Shang Zhen's eyes it is no different from an ordinary knife, as it also has a handle.
There is a circular ring on the top of the handle and a forward-bent hook on the bottom of the handle, just like the guard of a Chinese sword.
Although he had just fumbled with how to remove the bayonet from the gun, he also figured out how the bayonet was attached to the gun.
The upper ring is put on the muzzle of the rifle. There is a groove on the back of the handle that is stuck on the convex groove on the base of the rifle bayonet. The button he fumbled to press is the small mechanism for removing the bayonet.
Although Shang Zhen didn't learn half of the skills of his father, who was a carpenter all his life, it didn't mean that he wasn't interested in knives.
A carpenter can do without nails, but he absolutely cannot do without iron tools such as axes, planes, hammers and knives.
Jin Kemu!
It’s a pity that in Shang Zhen’s career of fighting the Japanese, he threw away his first piece of trophy and only kept a bayonet.
When the company commander Hu Biao gathered the troops and was giving a speech, everyone was listening attentively, but Shang Zhen was already lost in thought.
At this time, Shang Zhen was thinking about a very serious problem, that is, he suddenly found that he was not gun-sick!
He picked up the Japanese rifles and held the Chinese rifles in his own hands.
Although he didn't feel completely at ease holding the rifle, he didn't feel afraid either. Instead, he felt a sense of security.
How could this feeling be gunshot sickness? It seems that the direction of my thinking before going to sleep tonight was wrong, so what exactly was I afraid of?
While Shang Zhen was thinking, he did not notice that their battalion commander Zhang Lianjie appeared.
Zhang Lianjie didn't go to scout the enemy situation because of the two gunshots. He just made an excuse to leave to give Hu Biao a chance to break the lock of the warehouse.
Because he was the battalion commander, he could not do whatever he wanted. He had to obey orders from above. He did not dare to convey the orders directly to the soldiers. He only ordered the guns to be put into the armory.
The order he received was: "No resistance, no movement, put your guns in the warehouse, stand firm and die, everyone will die for the country!"
If he had learned the original words, the soldiers below would probably have blown up the temple in an instant!
Holy shit, what kind of command is this?
Zhang Lianjie is over 40 years old this year and has been a soldier for more than 20 years, but this is the first time he has received such an order - wait for death and do not resist!
He is the battalion commander and he has to consider the intentions of his superiors, but how can he convince the soldiers below?
So his plan was to get the gun first, and at this time he also received the order to break out. It seems that the brigade commander didn't want to wait here to die! Zhang Lianjie had such an understanding.
"Let's go and head towards Dongshanzui!" Zhang Lianjie waved his hand and gave the order to break out.
Of course, there were more than just Beidaying garrisons in Fengtian. Dongshanzui was the location of Dongdaying.
Only then did Shang Zhen break free from his thoughts. He held his bayonet in one hand and the rifle that he didn't know how to use in the other, and began to jog mechanically with the team.
Poor Shang Zhen had to throw away half of the first trophy he had ever obtained in his life. Now he only had this half of the trophy left, a Japanese Type 30 bayonet.
