"Let the brothers cheer up, the sky will be almost dawn, and we must guard against the sudden charge of the Japanese army" Zhao Zhi slid down the trench and hid in the anti-artillery hole to smoke, only in it would not be seen by the Japanese army. Seeing that Zhao Zhi had entered the anti-artillery hole, the pock-faced staff officers also hurriedly followed, but the anti-artillery hole was too small, and the three of them were stopped outside the anti-artillery hole by the steamed buns with a straight face. The three guys rarely had any quarrel with the steamed buns, everything just now was seen by them, Zhao Zhi simply gave a few orders, and the tacit cooperation between the soldiers of the directly subordinate battalion made them feel different from the advantages and combat power of other troops.

Uncle Guo and the old artillery entered Zhao Zhi's anti-artillery hole one after another, and they had to discuss the battle plan after dawn, night combat and day are completely different things, of course, the battle plan must be different. So far, the bazooka and mortars in the direct battalion have not been used, and there are guys like old artillery in the direct battalion, so Zhao Zhi doesn't think that he can put these big guys aside and not use them, so Zhao Zhi plans to counterattack with full fire after dawn, even if he can't defeat the pursuing Japanese troops, but at least he must annihilate most of them to gain time for the smooth transfer of the camp.

"No, why are you asking my people to build a reserve line of defense this time? I did this last time, Lao Tzu didn't even shoot a shell, why is this still me, this time it's Huang Mao's turn" The old cannon looked at Edward who didn't know the situation with a smile, and aggravated his tone, "Yes, it's Huang Mao's turn" Edward only figured out what the old cannon meant at this time, and couldn't help but roll his eyes at the old cannon, and said in his heart Why are there so many things in this ***?

"It's you who go, Bazooka's range is enough, and after we withdraw and detonate the explosives, it's up to you" Zhao Zhitie vetoed the old artillery's protest, forcing the old cannon to take his hand and all the Bazooka to continue to retreat, and by the way, the three staff officers were also taken away. Zhao Zhi didn't have time to pay attention to those three guys now, it was the best way to hand them over to Lao Pao to take away, and it was estimated that those three boys wouldn't dare to mess around with Lao Pao.

Time was still disappearing minute by minute, and there was only more than an hour before dawn, Zhao Zhi didn't dare to take it lightly, and called out all the sleeping soldiers, beware of a possible sneak attack by the Japanese army. In the dark night when the line of sight was almost zero, no one could say what would happen, if it weren't for Zhao Zhi's lack of manpower, he would have wanted to take a team of people to the Japanese army to steal the camp.

The last flame was finally extinguished, and Hashimoto felt a little more comfortable, and tightened the gauze that wrapped the wound, and lay on the ground to move his hands and feet, he was ready to try to start retreating backwards. As long as his movements are smaller, relying on the cover of the night, it shouldn't be a problem to slowly retreat. First stretched out his hand to pick at the turf, slowly moved one leg, and then slowly moved his body forward with all his strength, 1 meter, 2 meters, after fighting for more than ten minutes, Hashimoto finally moved to the left flank more than ten meters away from his position just now. Hashimoto moves very slowly, almost one meter a minute, so there is no sound at all at such a slow speed, and he is safe.

Suddenly, Hashimoto's outstretched hand grabbed a pile of soft dirt, which scared him half to death. The team didn't hit a mine when they moved forward. Hashimoto shrunk his body into a spherical shape, but he didn't dare to withdraw his hand, he was afraid of detonating the mine. In fact, he was too worried, there were no mines here at all, and Zhao Zhi was not so godly, so he knew that Hashimoto would withdraw from here, and lay a mine in advance and wait for him.

Soon Hashimoto got the answer, and there was a tingling sensation coming from the back of his unretracted left hand, as if something was crawling on the back of his hand. I couldn't see clearly in the dark night, and Hashimoto just felt something start to climb up his shoulders along his arms, then his back and whole body, and soon his whole body came with the tingling sensation he had just had. Oops, it's ants, it's jungle ants in Burma, and Hashimoto now knows that the pile of soft soil he just caught is not a mine at all, but an ant nest. The things that crawl all over his body are ants, and those ants who are disturbed by their own hands are deadly.

Hashimoto was so close to the ant nest that many ants had already gotten through his sleeves and neckline, and had already bitten a lot on him. Compared to these ants, guys like Hashimoto are outsiders, and Hashimoto also disturbs their rest, so they have to attack and teach this big guy a lesson. "Woo" Hashimoto man stuffed his collar into his mouth and bit it, so as to avoid making a sound and alarming the Shina person opposite, the ant had already taken his mouth, and the bite on the meat was like a pinprick stinging, and few people could bear it.

The bitten Hashimoto man didn't dare to scratch it with his hands, so he had to rub it on the ground desperately, hoping to drive the ants away from his body. The collar that bites in his mouth is almost rotten by him, but there are no fewer ants crawling on his body, and there are more and more trends. I couldn't help it, and before the ants could get into the wound in his abdomen, Hashimoto made a bold choice and stood up and ran back. It's dark now, and it will affect the opponent's shooting, and as long as your feet are a little lighter, as long as you don't make a loud noise, you shouldn't attract the opponent's attention.

Hashimoto Man thought about it very comprehensively, but he forgot that he was now a wounded, and even when he was healthy, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to escape under such conditions, not to mention that he was still a wounded person who was shot in the abdomen. Slowly half-kneeling, the Hashimoto man hurriedly scratched his body, and after feeling a lot of ants, he took a deep breath and began to walk in the direction of his memory. "Bang Dang" Hashimoto man only walked a few steps before he tripped over a corpse under his feet, and the steel helmet on his head had to collide with the steel helmet of the corpse, making a crisp sound.

"Huh" "Huh" "Huh" Zhao Zhi suddenly appeared in their trenches with several rapidly rotating fire balls, as if someone was controlling their rotation, only to hear a low shout from the trenches, those fire balls suddenly came out of the trenches and flew diagonally into the air. "Boom", "Boom", "Boom" The fire ball flying in mid-air suddenly exploded, and the hot fire ball mixed with shrapnel fell, illuminating the place 40 meters in front of the trench again. This is a long-haired homemade petrol bomb, tie the grenade to the gasoline bottle, and then use the paracord to tie the gasoline bottle and rotate it vigorously and throw it out, and when the gasoline bottle flies out and falls, the grenade's delay has also arrived, and the effect of bursting is much better than using a grenade or a gasoline bottle alone.

Gasoline bottles with rope throwing can be thrown up to 40 meters away, and with the explosion of a grenade, the burning gasoline can be expanded into a large fire ball with a radius of nearly 3 meters, which is the most suitable weapon for position defense. The battalion directly under the battalion now has enough fuel, and there is no place to store the grenades, Zhao Zhi is naturally very generous, and Changmao has made more than a dozen gasoline bottles at once, if it weren't for the lack of bottles, he could have made more of this kind of thing.

The man who was lying on the ground only felt a sharp pain in his back, and he didn't need to look at it to know that he had been hit by shrapnel, and there was more than one. Coincidentally, a fire happened to fall on Hashimoto's side, and several corpses were on fire together, and it looked like it was about to burn, but Hashimoto didn't dare to move. Because he just saw with his own eyes that several guys like him who wanted to escape back in the night, and were knocked down by bullets one by one under the cover of the firelight, and the damn Shina people were using the fire to find the survivors, and then slowly killed them all one by one.

What is this to your own commander, why not use grenadiers to cover these surviving soldiers? You must know that there are hundreds of people and several grenadiers in the brigade behind, why is there no movement at all? Do you just watch yourself and all these people die here? Hashimoto lay on the ground with anger on his stomach, slowly moving his body, trying to stay away from the burning fires as much as possible. Before the wound on his abdomen could be endured, Hashimoto was lucky enough to hide behind several bodies that were temporarily safe. The fire was still there, and the gunfire of the people in China did not stop, but it was a lot more sparse, and Hashimoto had to wait.

I'm so thirsty, the thirst caused by a lot of blood loss made Hashimoto start drinking water non-stop, his kettle has long been empty, and the kettle he is holding now is from the corpse of a soldier killed in battle. It was getting a little brighter, and Hashimoto had long since gotten used to the light, and he was surrounded by guns and ammunition that he had taken from the fallen soldiers. He can now see clearly what is within a meter or two of his surroundings, but the defense line of the Fang Zhi people is still not clear, so it's fine, after Hashimoto Man poured a few mouthfuls of water, he put the rifles he picked up in front of him one by one, and put the bullets in his hand, and then closed his eyes and lay on the grass waiting for the real dawn.

After several blows in a row, Hashimoto's squad was completely lost, and after working behind these corpses for most of the day, Hashimoto only heard a small voice coming from his right front, and the rest of the place was dead silent. It was extremely quiet before dawn, it was really too quiet, the silence was a little abnormal, Hashimoto didn't suspect that the people on the opposite side had already set up a position and were waiting for the attack that was about to start, from the surprise attack of his team last night, it is not difficult to see that these people are ready, maybe today will be an unusual day, at least there will be a tragic battle here.

The fog was foggy, and it was foggy after dawn, although the fog was not very heavy, but it also affected the shooter's aim, and the surviving soldiers hiding under the corpses in Hashimoto's squad began to retreat, and the Hashimoto man lying behind the corpse silently counted the number of soldiers passing in front of him, 17, only 17. His own team consisted of 71 people, plus the dozens of Burmese who joined temporarily, Hashimoto's squad actually had 120 people, and there were only 17 people left in this night's effort.

The self-blame for himself made Hashimoto Nan dispel the idea of wanting to withdraw too, a large number of losses of officers in the army, as a non-commissioned officer, he was promoted to squad leader, but he suffered such a fiasco the first time he led the team, self-blame and the pride of being a descendant of samurai, so that he could not go back to face the 17 soldiers who had just withdrawn. So he chose to stay, stay alone and fight, even if he dies here, he will not lose the face of the Hashimoto family's samurai family.

The withdrawal of the surviving soldiers made some noise behind them, but there was still no movement from the Shina people on the other side, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Hashimoto turned his body and crouched behind the bunker of corpses and began to press bullets into his rifle. All four 38 rifles were pressed with bullets, and there were 8 grenades and a bunch of bullet bridges scattered around him, which was enough ammunition for him to fight for a while. Hashimoto believes in his marksmanship, as long as the fog clears and there is enough visibility, he can kill a few people.

The wind was blowing, and the Hashimoto man felt a chill on his back, which was a good sign, and the Hashimoto man rubbed his face vigorously to make himself sober. After the wind rose, the fog dispersed quickly, and the plain dozens of meters ahead almost couldn't wait to unveil the mystery and expose it to Hashimoto's eyes. The first thing that entered Hashimoto's eyes were the corpses that were scattered all over the place, the corpses torn to pieces by bullets, and the charred corpses that emitted the smell of flesh with green smoke, these were all soldiers in his squad. Hashimoto suppressed the grief in his heart, put his rifle against his shoulder blades and aimed it in front of him, the line of the Shina must be directly in front of him.

What are these guys doing in the back, why haven't they attacked yet? Hashimoto bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the blood loss from the abdominal wound made him a little dizzy, and he almost couldn't even grasp the rifle steadily. Stretched out his hand and grabbed the kettle beside him and shook it, there was no drop of water left, it had already been drunk by himself, Hashimoto licked his chapped lips with his tongue, and threw the kettle at hand. After the "bang" kettle hit the ground, it collided with the grenade placed next to it and made a sound, the impact was not very loud, but it was a little abrupt in such a quiet place.

"It's broken" Hashimoto frowned, and the whole person flashed to the right, but his reaction was already slower. I heard a dull gunshot, and a bullet pierced through the fog and shot into Hashimoto's left shoulder, which was originally aimed at his head, that is, he flashed quickly and only hit his shoulder. The man who didn't dare to scream was lying on the ground tightly on his left shoulder that was shot, and he didn't dare to move, he was afraid that he would be shot again by the other party if he made a sound, but there were too many wounds on his body, and a large amount of blood loss had made him gradually lose consciousness, and today was destined to become the last day he saw. ~