But there is no reliable method for these bodies in Zhang Yiping.
"Go to the machine gun camp and call a shelling team," Zhang Yiping said. "I’ve figured out the location of that damn but undead Englishman, and a few shells can clean him up. I don’t have to risk being killed to find him."
Chapter 46 The Battle of Orleans (sixty-five)
A 1 mm mortar and three mortar men were brought in to cover a ditch outside, and mortars were quickly set up.
"One hundred and fifty meters ahead, put a gun first," Zhang Yiping said to the mortar hand.
The mortar hand adjusted the parameters and slid the shell into the gun bore. The horse crouched over his ears, and then the shell flew up from the ditch with a dull sound, and a fierce explosion occurred in the distance.
Zhang Yiping closed his eyes and listened intently and said, "Left offset 30 meters, then stretch forward 20 meters and get another shot!"
"The position is correct, but the distance is shortened by ten meters. One more shot …"
"Right on target …" Zhang Yiping cried and said to Sun Zhongyao at the same time. "Mr. Sun, will you listen carefully to that ghost again?"
"It’s too noisy for me to tell until late," Sun Zhongyao said. Then he frowned and said, "These bodies are piling up outside. The weather is hot and they are gradually rotting, and the stench is just bad. This is not in line with our health regulations, especially when the flu is rampant. I am worried that it will cause plague."
"I can’t help it," Zhang Yiping said, because he was too short-handed, and there was really nothing he could do but endure.
"I have a good idea" followed by Tugen suddenly said to Liu Yamin in a small way.
Liu Yamin gave Tugen a scratch and said, "We are in charge of the commander-in-chief, Commander An, and when discussing things with Mr. Sun, we can’t interrupt casually, otherwise it will be against discipline and you will be confined."
"I’m not afraid of what confinement means vacation for me, and it’s not a chime in if I say it to you in a small way," Tugen said, but he suddenly felt quiet around him and looked up and found that Zhang Yiping and Sun Zhongyao were staring at him.
"Since confinement can’t punish you, I won’t punish you for confinement and punish you for not eating for two days and two nights!" Zhang Yiping said, "If you don’t tell me an ugly story."
"I can’t eat or sleep for three days!" Tugen proudly said, "Just make up afterwards."
"Then punish you for five or ten days without eating or sleeping! Zhang Yiping said coldly, "You are the Iron Man, and I have a way to punish you. You’d better ask the Bodhisattva to bless you."
Tugen’s heart was empty and hurriedly said, "I did think of a very reliable way." Zhang Yiping and Sun Zhongyao stared at him and made Tugen feel a little flustered, but he soon calmed down and thought that he was wrong. Anyway, it doesn’t matter if he was hungry for two days and played for two days.
"I found that there was a meat canning factory that was not damaged by gunfire, and the equipment department was also in charge of those French workers. Some people might as well pull back the bodies of those British people in front of the position and make salted beef cans for those Germans to eat … they always compete with us for food, so that we all have nothing to eat!"
When Sun Zhongyao heard it, he couldn’t help but scold, "It’s a bad idea, but you can think of it …" He thought that he had eaten a lot of this kind of canned salty beef made in England and couldn’t help vomiting on the spot.
"This also can’t stand it? I said it was for the Germans, not for you? We only eat those authentic canned salty beef from the British, "Tugen explained."
For these canned British salty beef, Zhang Yiping ate it once a long time ago and never touched it, because he thought that with the depletion of war resources, the British people had cut corners more and more, which was a far cry from the early days of the war.
Sun Zhongyao vomited, but Zhang Yiping felt that he said with a sneer, "Tugen, don’t you have a wise person in this world to think of canning human flesh?" In fact, the British have already done this, and that’s how you make the canned salty beef in your pocket. "
Tugen was frightened by Zhang Yiping and quickly unloaded his backpack. He shivered in his hand and poured out a few canned red salted beef in his backpack. Then he looked at the canned salty beef in disbelief. He gave up such delicious things in his heart and said, "It’s impossible that I think it’s delicious when I eat it, but the taste of beef can’t be wrong."
"They are white human flesh. They are like cows when they are white," Zhang Yiping said.
Tugen is very entangled. He looks at several canned salty beef and doesn’t know whether he should pick it up.
Liu Yamin pushed him and said gloomily, "Who told you to be self-absorbed when you left? You deserve it even if you think of such a method!"
Sun Zhongyao spit out the food he ate last night. He staggered and asked, "Is the canned salty beef made in Britain really made of human flesh?"
Zhang Yiping shrugged and said, "I have to ask you this. You eat it almost every day. Can’t you eat it? I took a sip a long time ago and never touched it again."
"Although the British colony is vast, the German submarine supplies after the war have also decreased a lot. How many supplies have been consumed by so many people who have died in the war for so many years? Where can there be so much beef canned? Although I dare not say that these canned salty beef are made of human flesh, the quality is definitely lower than before the war.
It may be filled with horse meat, rabbit meat, mouse meat, of course, there may be human flesh, and there is not even any beef in it … what can’t the evil capitalists do to make a fortune in war? "
Sun Zhongyao vomited all over the floor again and spit out all the bitter water. "I will never eat these canned salty beef again."
"Tugen is an asshole, but he woke up. I have to get help from the French to deal with these bodies," Zhang Yiping said.
"You can’t really make canned human flesh, can you?" Sun Zhongyao said. "Wow!" Another burst of vomiting.
"Of course, it’s not that we are China people, and the last moral bottom line is to guard," Zhang Yiping solemnly said. "We have the French Socialist Party, and we can mobilize the masses through the French Socialist Party to let them deal with these bodies in the city, not only in our whole city, but also in the forefront. It may be difficult to clean up the bodies and risk their lives."
"Of course, if it is said that Chinese people want to make canned human flesh, it will not be our business." Zhang Yiping added that Sun Zhongyao vomited again.
Sun Zhongyao tried to control himself in front of Zhang Yiping for a while. "If only I could quickly defeat the British and French Coalition forces."
"Originally, the South Bank Coalition forces would quickly retreat to the North Bank, but almost a week later, there was still no movement."
"I think we should strengthen our pressure to occupy the No.2 Bridge and blow it up. Although the allied forces can rob the river to build a pontoon bridge, if the No.2 Bridge is captured, the allied forces will panic and force them to withdraw from the south bank."
"All problems will be solved if the allied forces withdraw from the south bank," Sun Zhongyao said.
"Maybe it’s all our wishful thinking," Zhang Yiping said. He vaguely felt that things might not be as simple as he thought.
The biggest weakness of the Chinese Communist Youth League is that the number of Chinese Communist Youth League members is small. The only way to fight the number of Chinese Communist Youth League members with them can’t be ruled out. From this point of view, the Coalition forces want to use Orleans as a meat grinder to consume the Chinese Communist Youth League members. Although attacking Orleans, the Chinese Communist Youth League members are some foreign regiments.
"Try it" Zhang Yiping finally agreed to Sun Zhongyao’s suggestion
Sun Zhongyao said, "Good horse, go back and prepare for the exhibition attack tonight." Then he hurried back to make plans.
In the shelter trench, through the lookout, Zhang Yiping saw two beautiful butterflies dancing outside with colorful wings dotted with bright spots. Zhang Yiping stared blankly.
Birds flying in the sky are also used to the atmosphere of war and smoke, and a large group of crows don’t know when to stay outside in the pile of corpses.
Several wooden planes flew over these planes. Although there were three fighter planes and a reconnaissance plane, they could tolerate the fighter planes, but they hated the reconnaissance plane as much as they hated the’ flu virus’ that is now rampant. They guided and corrected the shells that had been hit by the phalanx.
Generally, reconnaissance planes will be bombarded as they appear, and the casualties of foreign corps are largely caused by artillery fire, so these reconnaissance planes are the chief culprit of foreign corps
Chapter 47 The Battle of Orleans (sixty-six)
The reconnaissance plane circled for a while and was finally hit by the gunman’s anti-tank rifle on the top of the dilapidated high-rise building. There was no smoke, but it was suddenly cut off like a chicken plague, and then it exploded and a burst of fireworks came up.
More than a few fighter planes responsible for defending were angry and threw a few bombs, but more than half of them were hit by anti-tank rifles and fled with their tails between their legs.
The bomb fell behind the trench, and a moving medical team was damaged. Two French civilians carrying stretchers were blown to pieces, and one had his legs blown off.
Li Ergou’s replacement is the 4th Battalion, 2nd Regiment, 1st Division.
In the trench, a large-caliber shell hit the edge of the trench, causing a very big cannon pit, and the trench collapsed. The new soldiers moved the bodies of the Coalition forces outside and piled them up to make up the trench.
Bao Changchun, the battalion commander, stayed in this ditch composed of corpses. Bao Changchun was an early thirtysomething man with a strong skeleton and a straight back. His back was against the trench, and his face was wrinkled like orange peel. A cigarette flashed in his beard until it burned to his lips.
In front of him was a pile of corpses, which made a wall and smelled bad, but Bao Changchun didn’t notice that he was burning cigarettes one after another, as if to dispel the rancid smell of the corpses.
The sun died, and the terrible night followed, and the fog enveloped the earth. The shells roared wildly and exploded, causing the front body wall to collapse and the mud wall behind it to shake violently, and the mud blocks danced violently.
On Bao Changchun’s right sat Lieutenant Mark, a German deputy battalion commander. His sharp eyes made the people look scared like cutting your flesh. A little further away, a squad leader from China led a dozen white soldiers, all of whom were allied teams. From these faces, we can see whether they were recruits or veterans.
Veterans look calm and squint to sleep with rifles, even if the giant cannon rings again, it will not affect them at all, while those recruits will show their nervousness and numbness when they hear the cannon ring.
Bao Changchun lost more than half of the battle in bloy before the Fourth Battalion, and then recruited soldiers from the League * * team to supplement it once, but the supplements were all recruits who had just joined the army and had almost no formal military training. Now about half of the recruits in the Fourth Battalion have a certain impact on their combat effectiveness, but Bao Changchun and his China gunmen don’t mind what they don’t expect these recruits to bring to the army. These recruits bring them much more trouble than they do. They are one-time consumption and cannon fodder.
Years of brutal fighting have exhausted experienced veterans, and the training of young soldiers in the rear has been far behind the speed of consumption in the front line. Newly recruited soldiers have just joined the army and have only a little theoretical knowledge before they are sent to the battlefield.
The assault whistle sounded, and the recruits were all uneasy. The veterans were still indifferent. They had to wait until the last whistle to enter Orleans. All day long, they attacked, counterattacked, charged and counterattacked for the fight. In this repeated process, they consumed their lives and consumed their youth.
It’s time for the real attack. The soldiers jumped up from the bunkers, trenches and shelters and marched towards the allied positions.
Throw a bullet into the sky desperately, and then drag a parachute to land slowly and emit dazzling white light, which will make the ground pale and the attacking team exposed the light.
Although the allied artillery attack team is very scattered, there is always something to be gained from each artillery attack. The unlucky soldiers were blown up by artillery fire and never saw the jump again, and even the pieces of their clothes did not fall.
Defending coalition machine guns "cluck-cluck …" screams like a rooster. The bullet trajectory is dark red or with a drag light bomb dragging a long shiny light.
During the attack, those soldiers who didn’t pay attention were shot down by machine guns in large numbers. Most of them were recruits. They were too young to know anything about the battlefield. They paid attention to the roar of large-caliber shells coming from afar, but they didn’t pay attention to the fact that machine guns were shot in large numbers when they clung to the ground. When they advanced, they liked to pile up together like sheep, which was particularly eye-catching. The enemy heavy machine guns shot at densely populated places.
The battlefield is cruel and will not protect itself. There is death in the field.
Compared with China officers and those veterans, their battlefield birth rate is higher. Many veterans have accumulated a lot of life-saving empiricism after the battlefield test. They are more intelligent and experienced in positional warfare or charge attack. They can flexibly grasp the terrain characteristics, generally distinguish the sound and nature of artillery shells, and know their general impact, explosion situation and avoidance methods. These experiences are very valuable, and they can greatly save their lives.
Usually, the death rate of battlefield veterans and recruits is one to five or one to ten.
Bao Changchun battalion commander also charged with the team, but he didn’t rush to the front and bring up the rear behind him to urge those recruits who were afraid of death.
Halfway through a gun pit, two recruits held their heads down and shook like wrecks.
Bao Changchun jumped into the crater and kicked the two recruits away. First, he shouted in Chinese, "Get out of here quickly!"
These two recruits are obviously German symbols. They are about 16 or 17 years old. They look gloomy and full of fear. They look pale and shine, and their faces are as bloody as those of sudden death children.
Bao Changchun and his two men couldn’t understand his order, so their right hand pointed to Germany and roared "Go!" This is one of the few German words he knows.
Two recruits looked out of the crater in panic. The figure outside was shaking and shouting "Kill" the enemy shells. The crowd was so dense that the chest, belly, intestines, dirty arms and legs of the charging soldiers were blown apart. The enemy heavy machine guns were scattered everywhere, sweeping like a sickle to cut people in two, like a child not far from the crater. The young recruits kept crying and shouting about his mother.
Lieutenant Mark, the deputy battalion commander, came running. First, he kicked the young recruit, growled in German, ordered his lips, and Hu kept shaking and shouting, "Go, go …"