Chapter III State-owned Dead Soldiers

From waking up to participating in the battle, and then to taking turns to rest, Hu Biao, who was eating with a helmet and soybeans, looked a little dazed. Just seeing that the other soldiers were eating very energetically, they could only grit their teeth and swallow the food in the helmet.

There is no oily meat, only a small amount of pickles, and the taste of this food can be imagined. But Hu Biao knew in his heart that this kind of food was not often eaten for many troops participating in the Anti-Japanese War at this moment.

A thin meal and a dry meal, two meals a day are the norm for many troops. For Hu Biao, who is accustomed to three meals a day, he needs to adapt to the problem of eating alone. Fortunately, in this regard, Hu Biao's adaptability is still quite strong.

Just when Hu Biao didn't care about the taste and planned to fill his stomach as soon as possible, Chen Qiang, the fifth squad leader who was also holding a helmet, came over and said with a smile: "Da Biao, I really can't see it, your kid has been bombed, and his marksmanship is much better than before!" ”

This sounds like a compliment, but for Hu Biao, he understands that this is a flaw. The original owner of the body earlier, but the machine gun hit well, plus he had a brute spirit, and he was a veteran of the class, so it was normal to be popular.

But the marksmanship of the rifle can only be regarded as average!

But in the previous hours of fighting, Hu Biao's unruly and marksmanship showed that the entire third squad and machine gun company were very admired. After all, soldiers believe in the rule that the strong are respected!

In the face of Chen Qiang's inquiry, Hu Biao cleaned up the rest of the food from the helmet before saying: "Fifth squad leader, after a trip to the Hades Palace, you must grow a little!" If you don't kill a few more little devils, it's hard to vent my anger! ”

"Well said! If you can go back alive this time, Lao Tzu will definitely take credit for you. In the previous battle, there were at least dozens of little devils killed by your kid. Your achievements alone are almost catching up with one of our companies. ”

Lei Xiong, who had also taken turns to eat, smiled and patted Hu Biao on the shoulder. Even very generous, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and said: "I have to fight next, I can't drink wine, I will reward you with a cigarette!" ”

"Thank you, company commander!"

Hu Biao, who also took a cigarette politely, took out a match from Lei Xiong's pocket, lit this filterless cigarette, and began to smoke. It's just that the smell of this cigarette is a little choking, so Hu Biao can't help coughing.

Seeing this scene, Lei Xiong also smiled and said, "It seems that you kid still haven't learned to smoke!" ”

The soldiers of the machine gun company who stayed in the temporary canteen of the warehouse were still a little envious when they saw that Lei Xiong attached so much importance to and praised Hu Biao. It's just that Hu Biao's performance before is indeed worthy of their admiration.

With Hu Biao's pistol method, these machine gunners only need to beware of the shelling of the little devils. Other little devils who want to get within 100 meters of the position can basically not escape Hu Biao's shooting. In a sense, Hu Biao has ensured the safety of many people.

Even Xie Jinyuan, who was in charge of guarding the warehouse, also praised Hu Biao verbally after learning about this situation. Just seeing the bodies of those fallen soldiers, Hu Biao didn't feel too happy.

In such an environment, Hu Biao actually needs to save himself. After all, without the support of other officers and soldiers in the first battalion, it would be too whimsical for Hu Biao to deal with so many vicious little devils.

At least the previous battle made Hu Biao confirm that the little devil is not simple. In terms of tactical action and shooting level, it is much stronger than the officers and men of the first battalion staying in the warehouse. And the advantage that the first battalion has may be the advantage in the terrain.

It's just that it's only the third day of the battle, and if history doesn't deviate, they still need to hold out here for one or two days. And Hu Biao has reason to believe that the rest of the battle will be more and more difficult.

As Hu Biao had guessed, the Japanese commander in charge of the attack was somewhat angry when he saw that the attack had been frustrated many times. Looking at the generals with increasingly unhappy expressions, these battlefield commanders could only continue to give orders and fight hard.

Not long after, the officers and soldiers of the machine gun company, who were still resting, soon saw the battalion commander Yang Ruifu running over with an anxious face and said, "The little devil has driven the chariot here!" Hurry back to your position, be sure to block the little devils, and don't let them get close to the warehouse. ”

'Chariots! ’

When Hu Biao heard this, his first reaction was the little devil's Douding Tank. In the future, this thing will probably be like a large tin toy. But in this era, it is a very difficult hard bone.

It was only when the machine gun company quickly entered the position that Hu Biao discovered that the combat vehicle Yang Ruifu was talking about was actually an armored vehicle equipped with a machine gun. But even so, this armored vehicle is just as difficult to deal with.

Looking at the armored vehicle slowly advancing to the front of the position, Hu Biao tried to shoot, but found that the bullet hit the edge of the machine gun of the armored vehicle. The bullet he fired did not penetrate the body of the armored vehicle machine gunner as expected.

Hu Biao, who had no way to take the armored car for the time being, quickly changed his combat thinking and aimed his gun at the infantry who were advancing with the armored vehicle. After pulling the trigger again, one of the little devils who was moving with the armored car quickly fell to the ground and could not get up again.

It's a pity that machine guns and rifle bullets are powerless to withstand the assault of the little devil chariot. Looking at the soldiers who kept falling under the machine guns of the little devil tanks, Hu Biao seemed a little anxious, and he was also thinking about how to break the enemy.

To Hu Biao's surprise, before he could come up with a solution, he saw that something seemed to fall from the window. When he looked closely, he saw that the falling object that smashed into the little devil's chariot was actually a soldier holding an explosives bag.

There was a loud 'boom', and a little devil chariot close to the warehouse stopped abruptly with the loud sound of the explosive pack. Just as Hu Biao was shocked by this scene, a succession of figures fell from the window.

One explosion after another, frustrating the attacking little devil chariot troops. Conversely, every explosion means that a soldier sacrifices his precious life. This kind of bravery deeply shocked Hu Biao.

"Such a heroic warrior is indeed worthy of the reputation of a strong man!"

Before the time and space of rebirth, Hu Biao had just visited the Anti-Japanese War Memorial Hall, and he still had some understanding of the course of this battle. The so-called 800 brave men guarding the warehouses of the four elements actually have only one main battalion.

In the face of the little devils who dispatched chariots and tried to storm the Sixing warehouse, the soldiers guarding the warehouse finally chose to resist stubbornly in the form of human bombs. These fighters who jumped from the stairs with explosive bags in their arms knew exactly what would happen after they jumped.

Even so, these fighters have no regrets. Thinking of this, Hu Biao admired it in his heart, and said excitedly: "The country has dead soldiers, how can foreign enemies be humiliated!" I should be proud to have the privilege of witnessing this moment with my own eyes! ”

Such a heroic and fearless scene also moved the Japanese commander in charge of the attack. Seeing the tanks that were blown up one after another, the Japanese commander could only say in frustration: "Retreat!" ”

Taking the opportunity of the little devils to retreat, Hu Biao did not forget to kill a few more little devils to avenge those dead comrades. Although they had not been together for a long time, and had even thought about leaving the army after retreating, Hu Biao still regarded these soldiers as comrades-in-arms.

When the little devils withdrew from the strike range, a new round of shelling sounded again. What made the little devil feel helpless was that the Sixing warehouse was built very strongly, and the officers and soldiers of the battalion hiding in the warehouse did not suffer much damage.

When night fell again, looking at the soldiers who were lying on the position, hurrying to squint their eyes, Hu Biao knew that there was not much time left before the first battalion was ordered to retreat. But the outcome after the retreat was something that no one could have imagined.

Leaning against the wall of the warehouse, Hu Biao recalled the materials he had seen during his previous visit to the memorial hall. The 1st Battalion, which guarded the Sixing Depot, was ordered to retreat and immediately announced a rendezvous with the 88th Division, but was immediately confiscated by the British troops in the opposite concession and restricted in its freedom.

The reason for this was also because the Japanese army threatened to invade the concession if they were allowed to leave. As a result, the foreigners in the concession compromised and eventually sent them to the public concession defense area for quarantine and house arrest.

In the following years of detention, this unit, which was regarded as a hero by the soldiers and civilians in Shanghai, did not end well, the regiment commander Xie Jinyuan was even assassinated to death, and the rest of the soldiers were also captured and even humiliated by the little devils.

"What to do? Can I save their fate? ”

For Hu Biao, he is ready to leave this unit. But after a day of fighting, he felt that these brave soldiers did not deserve such a tragic fate. The question is, what can he do?

As an ordinary sergeant, Hu Biao can't even control his own fate, so how can he save the lives of others? Most importantly, involving such a heroic force, it will inevitably involve many wrestling.

After thinking about it, Hu Biao had to reluctantly admit that at this moment, he has no power or power, and the only thing he can do may be to save his fate. As for the fate of other people, he can only take one step at a time!