Expedition to Europe

Cheng Jingxian has been a soldier for most of his life. He has fought countless battles in his life, but Cheng Jingxian can swear that he has never fought such a battle in his life.

As a bandit, Cheng Jingxian was accustomed to raiding, roaring in, and returning home with abandon is the most ideal fighting state.

But with Lan Fang's army, let alone roaring towards them, even if they want to show their heads, they will be dragged back by Cen Jinchang next to them.

"Are you desperate for your life? Hide behind the tank and don't expose your body to the protection of the tank body." Cen Jinchang was worried.

Cheng Jingxian and the others had never received collaborative training with tanks. If it weren't for the multiple guides, Cen Jinchang really didn't want to bring Cheng Jingxian with him as a burden.

"Is this little gun of yours useful? Why don't you use the light machine gun just now?" Even hiding behind the solid body of the tank cannot bring Cheng Jingxian more sense of security.

It wasn't until after setting off that Cheng Jingxian discovered that Cen Jinchang was holding a strange short gun. It didn't even have a bayonet, and it didn't have a bullet tray, so it didn't look like it could hold many bullets.

"This is a shotgun, specially designed for close combat. It is easier to use than a machine gun." Cen Jinchang found it difficult to explain.

Lanfang's infantry-tank coordination is now very technically proficient. The infantry accompanying the tank charge uses shotguns and a small number of light machine guns and flamethrowers. Among them, the riflemen using shotguns are also responsible for throwing grenades. This combination can take into account mid- to close-range combat to the greatest extent.

Cheng Jingxian obviously didn't see the benefits of this combination, but after hearing what Cen Jinchang said, Cheng Jingxian smoothly pulled out a ghost-head knife from behind: "If you really want to fight in close combat, this is the most convenient."

The veteran bandit Cheng Jingxian is indeed very experienced. When he said this, Cheng Jingxian was carrying a ghost-headed sword in one hand and a pistol in the other. This combination is indeed very effective in close combat.

When Cen Jinchang saw the Ghost Tou Dao, he subconsciously took another look. When he saw the dark red blood stains in the blood tank of the Gui Tou Dao clearly, Cen Jinchang nodded: "Yes, follow me in a while. Don't be impulsive. What am I doing?" Just do whatever you want.”

Seeing that the bloody battle was imminent, Cen Jinchang had no time to teach Jingxian what to do, so it was always right to run with everyone.

In just a few words, the tanks had advanced to a place only two to three hundred meters away from the iron bridge bridgehead bunker, and then a dozen tanks stopped one after another.

"Why don't you leave?" Cheng Jingxian was still thinking about asking, but he saw that Cen Jinchang had already squatted down and started to put a gas mask on his face.

Cheng Jingxian understood immediately, and immediately imitated Cen Jinchang, took out the gas mask from the leather bag around his waist and put it on. This thing was not easy to learn, and he had to help Cen Jinchang, so Cheng Jingxian put it on as required.

Almost as soon as he put it on, Cheng Jing heard the sound of tanks firing.

Bang...

It was very different from Cheng Jingxian's imagination. The sound was not loud at all. No shells exploded after being fired for a long time. I could only see a faint smoke rising near the bunkers set up by the Japanese at both ends of the iron bridge. Then I saw someone. He stumbled out of the bunker.

"Rush, rush, rush..." Cen Jinchang shouted while slapping the tank body hard.

The exhaust pipe at the rear of the tank suddenly spit out a puff of black smoke, darting forward like a rabbit hit by an arrow.

Yes, it was different from moving forward slowly just now. Now he was running, and it was running very fast. Cheng Jingxian almost had to use all his strength to keep up.

After all, he was sixty years old. After running less than fifty meters, Cheng Jing felt his breathing was disordered, his vision went black, his heartbeat was pounding, and he was panting.

Being old, Cheng Jingxian suddenly felt a surge of sadness in his heart.

This is the first time Cheng Jingxian admits that he is old.

Just when Cheng Jingxian was slowly falling behind, Cheng Jingxian suddenly felt that he was being picked up.

"Hurry up and follow. You stay on top of the tank and hide behind the turret. Don't show your head. Get down as soon as the tank stops." Even though he was wearing a gas mask, Cheng Jingxian could still hear Cen Jinchang's muffled voice.

Before he could speak, Cheng Jing was lifted onto the extended steel plate at the tail of the FT-17 by two people. This place was originally designed to be able to cross wider trenches, but it was actually quite loose for a person to squat inside.

Touching the steel plates on the front and back, Cheng Jingxian finally felt at ease.

Looking at Cen Jinchang and other soldiers following the tank, Cheng Jingxian felt safer than ever.

In fact, the distance of two to three hundred meters does not really take long for a tank traveling at ten kilometers per hour. In just one or two minutes, the tank rushed to the bunker.

According to Cen Jinchang's instructions, as soon as the tank stabilized, Cheng Jing jumped off the tank, then rolled on the spot and hid under a slope in front of the bunker.

This old gangster is indeed experienced.

After Cen Jinchang and the soldiers rushed over, Cheng Jing rushed forward with the soldiers.

Arriving in front of the bunker door, Cheng Jingxian was about to continue rushing in, but was grabbed by Cen Jinchang. Then Cheng Jingxian saw Cen Jinchang raise his hand and throw two grenades into the bunker.

What a waste!

Cheng Jingxian, who had already rushed to the bunker door and could rush into the bunker in a few more steps, felt really distressed.

Before joining the Vladivostok coalition, Cheng Jingxian and the others did not lack weapons, but some things were still in short supply for Cheng Jingxian and the others, such as light machine guns and grenades.

In the entire Lion Village, there was not a single light machine gun before.

Just now, when Cen Jinchang was distributing equipment to Cheng Jingxian and the others, Cen Jinchang took out four boxes of grenades and let Cheng Jingxian and the others take them as they pleased. This already made Cheng Jingxian feel Lan Fang's generosity. Now seeing how Cen Jinchang used the grenades, Cheng Jingxian It is inevitable that the meaning of "prodigal son" will arise.

In fact, Cheng Jingxian and the others were accustomed to being "frugal and frugal", so one grenade was useless for ten soldiers.

Cen Jinchang raised his hand and threw two grenades into the bunker. This was not over yet. After the two grenades exploded, two machine gunners immediately rushed up and fired wildly with their Lewis light machine guns.

What a prodigal!

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Cheng Jingxian couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Machine gun bullets and rifle bullets look similar, but in fact the magnification and powder charge are very different. Bullets that can be used in rifles may not be easy to use in machine guns.

Before joining the "Vladivostok Allied Forces", Shizizhai still had a few old sleeves. Unfortunately, bullets were always in short supply, so scarce that they were reluctant to use them even when fighting with other beards.

Now that Cheng Jingxian was honest and heartbroken to see Lanfang's soldiers using bullets so easily.

When the battle was over, Cheng Jingxian was even more heartbroken when he saw the specific situation in the bridgehead bunker.

There are actually three bunkers in the shape of "pin" here. There are five or six Japanese soldiers in each bunker. Of course, all of these people have been killed now. Cen Jinchang still went up to check it first, and then came to the conclusion: "The effect of poison gas bombs Not bad, they are all dead..."

Poison gas, in other words, these little devils were actually all dead before Cheng Jingxian and the others rushed up.

Now that all the little devils were dead, Cheng Jingxian subconsciously wanted to take off the gas mask, which almost frightened Cen Jinchang out of his wits: "Absolutely don't take it off. You can take it off again whenever you are asked to do it."

Cheng Jingxian stopped and showed little resistance to Cen Jinchang's command tone. Although one of them had a military rank of major and the other was just a sergeant major, Cheng Jingxian clearly had no intention of putting on airs.

"Then why do you need grenades and machine guns?" Cheng Jingxian really couldn't figure it out.

"Safety first. No one could be sure whether they were dead just now. What we did was in accordance with the requirements of the "Infantry Drill Code". This is a necessary procedure." Cen Jinchang had good reasons.

"If you still operate as required, it's just a waste..." Cheng Jingxian muttered, not having much respect for the "rules".

This is normal. If he had enough respect for the "rules", Cheng Jingxian would not go up the mountain to be a beard.

In fact, by now, this one-sided small-scale battle has ended. While Cen Jinchang and others attacked the bunker on the south side of the bridge, several tanks crossed the iron bridge and continued to attack the bunker on the north side of the bridge. Now they have also been captured.

The distance between Mudanjiang Station and the iron bridge is about six kilometers. It was not until about one kilometer past the iron bridge that Cen Jinchang took off his gas mask, and then gave Cheng Jingxian some popular science: "Our gas bombs are very powerful, and it usually takes half a mile to pass." The poisonous gas will be diluted after an hour. As long as you smell the poisonous gas during this period, you will basically have a narrow escape. The lethality of this thing does not distinguish between the enemy and ourselves, so we must be careful when using it. We must also be on guard not to get hit. This poisonous gas is not Recognize people.”

"Killing the enemy invisible is a good thing. With this, it will be effortless for us to drive away the little devils." Cheng Jingxian felt that the future was bright.

"It cannot be used frequently. There are still many restrictions. Just like just now, if it were not to prevent the Japanese from blowing up the bridge, we would not use it... At the same time, it cannot be used in densely populated areas. This thing will harm our people. Even bigger, we are here to drive away the little devils, not to create a no-man’s land.” Cen Jinchang needs to point out Lanfang’s humanitarianism.

"Tsk, this railway has been managed by Lao Maozi since the day it was built. At that time, Lao Maozi didn't have many people. That is to say, since the Japanese took over the railway, the number of talents has gradually increased, but the excess is all Little devils and Korean sticks, except for those beasts who have forgotten their ancestors, our people will not go there at all, little devils They won’t let our people go...those little devils are not good people, and the Koryani Bangzi who is a dog-legger is not a good thing, so if you want to cut off all the people in Mudanjiang Station, you will definitely be wronged, you If you cut every other one, there will definitely be something missing. "Cheng Jingxian is very familiar with Mudanjiang Station.

That is, Cheng Jingxian is less than sixty this year, and Lao Maozi only started building railways more than ten years ago. Cheng Jingxian has experienced the entire process of Mudanjiang Station from scratch, so he is naturally very familiar with Mudanjiang Station.

There are no Chinese people...

This is convenient for combat.

Cen Jinchang really feels sad. Strictly speaking, Mudanjiang Station is still the land of the Republic of China, but the Chinese don't even have the right to live on this land. Is this still the Northeast of the Republic of China?