The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 1968: Afterthought (I)

Of course, people's personalities are different.

  Some people do things in a hurry and have a quick temper!

Some people are so slow in doing things that they look like a woman with bound feet.

Some people cannot tolerate any sand in their eyes and will get angry when they are bullied.

Some people are timid and afraid of trouble. When they are bullied, they grumble without thinking, just like the noodles on the table, which can be kneaded in any way, and it seems that they will eventually become glutenous! !

But Jiao Fenghe's personality is not any of the above.

  He was usually bullied, and although he was unhappy, he didn't say anything. Everyone said he was an honest man, but when he was pushed to the limit, he would pick up a knife and stab people!

In the eyes of others, his usual performance always seems a little belated, like hindsight.

But in fact, he is the only one who understands it. What others can understand, he can also understand. For things he cannot understand, he will think more about them.

  As people often say, I am stupid, but can't I think about it more?

The reason why he waited until the last minute to express his opinion was simply because he was using a brain that was much inferior to that of ordinary people to analyze the pros and cons of the matter.

By the time he analyzed the pros and cons, it was already a little too late.

  He always thinks it's better to just follow the crowd. If you run to the front, you'll be shot first. But if you run to the back, it's not good either, because you won't even be able to catch up with the hot food!

When these puppet soldiers were used as cannon fodder by the Japanese army, by the time he had analyzed the pros and cons, there was no need to analyze anymore because those who could run had already run away and the Japanese army began shooting at the remaining puppet soldiers.

Fortunately, because he had been thinking about it, he had some solutions to the problem.

He crawled directly under his companion's body, and that companion blocked the bullet for him.

Then he decisively used a grenade to kill the Japanese soldiers hiding in the cracks of the rock, thus taking over the position of the magpie.

And now, the Japanese army began to attack again, and he was faced with a choice again.

If he had hidden in the cracks of the rocks at the beginning, he would have thrown grenades and shot at the Japanese army without hesitation.

Because as long as the Japanese army reached his position and saw him hiding in this gap, he would be dead.

But now he no longer thinks that way.

  The reason he didn't want to do that was that he adopted the advice of that small-nosed and small-eyed Northeast Army soldier (Qian Chuan'er), and he got himself a set of Japanese army clothes and put them on!

He used the long poplar wood pole given to him and successfully hooked over the body of a Japanese soldier.

Although he was now halfway up the mountain, the piles of corpses behind him provided him with cover.

As long as he didn't stand up, the Japanese soldiers in the distance couldn't see him, nor could they see what he was doing with the long pole.

The Japanese soldier he lured over was considered tall among Japanese, but also short among Chinese.

But even so, when he put on the Japanese army uniform, the clothes and pants still looked too small.

But, what does it matter?

He placed at his side such weapons as he could reach.

These included a Japanese Type 30 rifle, a bullet box with rounds of ammunition, four grenades, and a Japanese bayonet.

Then, he looked at the blood puddle that had soaked his shoes, gritted his teeth, and rolled in it. As a result, the exposed lower back and belly of the Japanese army uniform were all stained with blood, and he even smeared some on his face.

Finally, he took advantage of the cover of the corpse behind him and began to pretend to be dead. He lay on the ground, endured the pressure of Japanese big-toed shoes, and put his feet under the body of a puppet soldier.

His head was facing the top of the mountain, as he thought it would make him look more like a Jap devil this way.

He discovered that in this battle, the Japanese did not retreat at all, but died on the way to the charge, with their faces naturally facing forward.

Having just finished all this, he was lying there obediently, feeling emotional in his heart that there was no suffering that this man could not endure in order to survive!

  However, when he heard someone shouting above his head that the Japanese army had begun to attack, on the one hand he recognized it as the voice of the small-nosed and small-eyed Northeast Army soldier, but on the other hand, he suddenly realized that he was wrong!

It's not that he felt that he was wrong to pretend to be dead and not fight to the death with those Japanese devils, but he suddenly realized that his posture was wrong.

He has made such an effort to save his life. Now, he feels it is not worth it to ask him to attack the attacking Japanese army!

  Besides, as long as he fired the first shot, he couldn't guarantee whether the Northeast Army on the top of the mountain would open fire. If they didn't open fire, wouldn't he be doing the dirty work for those Northeastern people?

He felt that he was wrong, which meant that he felt that his posture was wrong.

I was lying here, and because of the corpses in front and behind me, I couldn't see the battle situation clearly.

  So, if the Northeast Army and the Japanese Army on the mountain start fighting, will he still be able to survive?

At first, I thought that there were corpses in front and behind me who could block bullets for me, but what if the Northeast Army on the mountain threw down grenades?

Therefore, the correct posture should not be to lie on the road, but to lean on the stones beside the road.

Don't raise your head too high, just a little bit higher than the bodies in front and behind you, so that you can see the situation of both sides.

  When you find yourself in danger, you can either fight or hide again!

Jiao Fenghe was slow to react once again, and when he realized that his survival was in danger, he suddenly acted like he did last time and killed a Japanese soldier with a grenade. He took advantage of the cover of the pile of corpses below and started working again.

In the end, he pressed the back of his head against the stone wall opposite the gap where he had been hiding before. He put all the grenades and bullets behind him and blocked them with his body. He loaded the Japanese Type 38 pistol and placed it next to him.

Then he carefully began to move upwards, using his elbows to support himself.

Until he could see the situation at the foot of the mountain, he saw the Japanese soldiers crouching up with rifles in hand.

His heart began to beat rapidly, but fortunately, neither the Japanese troops attacking upwards nor the Japanese troops in the distance noticed that a head had risen up at this location!

Seeing that the Japanese soldiers crouching and holding guns were still some distance away from him, Jiao Fenghe turned his head carefully and glanced up the road.

Unexpectedly, he saw a person on a rock about sixty or seventy meters away from him.

The man had a small face, a small nose and small eyes. He was exactly the Northeast Army soldier he had met before.

In this one, the two people's eyes actually met!

Jiao Fenghe saw the man with the small nose and small eyes smiling at him, first gave him a thumbs up, and then actually took out a Japanese hand grenade!

Jiao Fenghe couldn't help but feel nervous, but at this moment, he saw the little guy with a small nose and small eyes making the action of pulling out the pin of the grenade, and then demonstrating how to bump and throw the grenade.

Only then did Jiao Fenghe realize that the Japanese were not trying to blow him up with the grenades, but were trying to teach him how to use them.

Do I need you to teach me this? Jiao Fenghe thought angrily, if you dare to throw grenades at me when the battle starts, I will throw my grenades at you, he thought angrily.