"Brother, if you can't stand the first battalion, you can ask our third battalion for help. As long as the Japanese troops on the other side do not use armored vehicles and tanks, I have at least one company of troops that can be used to support the operation of one of your battalions. Qin Chuan said.

He reciprocated the favor, and when their three battalions were in difficulty, Yang Ruifu, the commander of the first battalion, had generously lent him a group of soldiers to help him survive the crisis of defense.

Now Qin Chuan still has some surplus troops on hand, so naturally he can't hide it.

After all, he and the first battalion are now close to each other, and if the flank blocks of the first battalion's defense are lost, then their third battalion will definitely not have a good time.

"Then thank you so much Brother Qin!" Yang Ruifu hugged Qin Chuan again.

After communicating with Yang Ruifu here, Qin Chuan returned to Ping'an Street.

But he couldn't relax, because who knows if that tank squadron would suddenly come around and attack his neighborhood. So he informed the soldiers of the third battalion in advance to prepare cluster grenades and lay anti-tank mines.

In addition to this, he also asked his soldiers to prepare more Molotov cocktails. These Molotov cocktails, filled with napalm, were able to play some role against Japanese tanks.

If you're lucky, the Molotov cocktail will land right on the top of the Imp Tank, and it can also go through some gaps in the top of the tank and enter the inside of the tank's cab, causing damage to the people inside.

In addition to these, Qin Chuan also purchased a large number of tear gas and flash grenades from the Dragon City Flying General system.

These weapons are not lethal, but they can incapacitate the enemy. It can be said that he tried everything to kill and wound the Japanese army.

In addition to equipping his own troops, Qin Chuan also generously gave a part of the napalm to Yang Ruifu's battalion to help them in battle.

Nara looked at the tanks that had been supported, and the flesh on his face twitched with a smile. He was short and stocky, and at the age of forty, there was no hair on the top of his head, and his fierce eyes were intimidating.

"Order the troops, seize the time to rest today, start early tomorrow morning, and take Jing'an Street!!" As he spoke, Nara drew his command knife.

The snow-bright command knife emitted a cold light under the moonlight. The blinding light seemed to call for a dawn that began with slaughter.

Nagagawa Saji's battle plan has been spread to Nara Kushi. To be able to attack Jing'an Street, where the first battalion was stationed, was able to be assisted by the tank unit, and Nara was naturally unable to ask for it.

As for the subsequent assistance in the attack on Ping An Street, there was no problem.

The early morning mist filled the October neighborhood of Shanghai, and next to a green belt, there was a huge crater left by the Japanese gun's gun.

Inside the crater, several soldiers of the first battalion were gathering together to smoke a cigarette that they had picked up from the ground.

This is the position of the 1st battalion on Jing'an Street, and the soldiers received an order last night that the Japanese might use tanks to attack their neighborhood.

Last night, they made a lot of cluster grenades to use against Japanese tanks.

"Hey, Lao Lin, can you fucking smoke less? You can smoke half a fucking cigarette in one puff. Fang Shaolong looked at the half-burned cigarette with a blank eye, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said.

Company commander Lin Jiang looked at his deputy company commander Fang Shaolong, and then took two more puffs, until the cigarette filled his mouth, and then reluctantly handed the cigarette over.

Fang Shaolong received the cigarette here, and he couldn't wait to smoke it.

Some dry taste entered his mouth, which made Fang Shaolong's spirit a little brighter. He shuddered for a moment, then handed the remaining one-third of the cigarette to a small warrior next to him.

The little soldier was obviously smoking for the first time, and as soon as he took a puff, he began to cough violently.

"If you can't smoke, don't smoke! Little kids don't learn well. Fang Shaolong muttered, revealing some yellowish teeth.

At this time, their company was stationed in the area in front of Jing'an Street, which was considered a machine-gun position. A few hundred meters ahead is the neighborhood where the Japanese army is entrenched. Not far in front of their crater, there were two corpses abandoned by the Japanese army, which had become a haven for mosquitoes.

A cigarette passed around in the hands of several people, and basically only the butt of the cigarette remained.

It was passed to the company commander Lin Jiang again, he looked at the remaining cigarette butt, and couldn't help but scolded in a low voice: "Damn, don't leave a mouthful for Lao Tzu." ”

So saying, he extinguished the cigarette butt, but did not want to throw it away, but put it in his pocket.

The soldiers of their company all knew that the company commander Lin Jiang had a quirk, that is, collecting cigarette butts. It is said that when Lin Jiang, the company commander, was a child in Shanghai, he picked up cigarette butts to make a living.

When he returned to Shanghai, he retained this habit, as long as he came across a cigarette butt on the street, he would always pick it up and put it in his pocket.

After entering Jing'an Street for more than a week, Lin Jiang had already filled half of his pocket with cigarette butts.

"Lao Lin, fucking picking up cigarette butts again, you still expect to make a fortune with this thing." Fang Shaolong, the deputy company commander, teased, but did not get a response from Lin Jiang.

"Little devil!!" After a while, Lin Jiang suddenly roared.

His words were like the sound of a starter's gun, and several soldiers in the crater immediately entered the battle state after hearing these three words.

"Click!!" "Whoa!!"

The sound of pulling the bolt of a rifle, the rustling of a crater, and the sound of a heavy machine gun resting on a tripod suddenly resounded.

Sure enough, in the mist, dark shadows began to appear in the blocks ahead.

"Didn't you say that there were tanks? I haven't seen the little devil's Iron King Ba either. Fang Shaolong muttered, using the formal rifle in his hand to aim at the black shadow moving in the mist.

As a result, as soon as he finished saying this, a buzzing sound came from behind the mist.

The sound grew closer, and finally changed from a humming sound to a rumbling sound. When the tank tracks rotated, the sound of metal rubbing began to come from a distance.

Looking at the small pebbles on the ground that were shaken, Lin Jiang immediately shouted, "Attention everyone!" The tank car of the little devil is coming!! Be ready for battle!! ”

His voice echoed through the mist-shrouded position, and the soldiers, who had been in the trenches, craters, and houses, immediately entered the battle mood when they heard this.