Zhao Zilong fixed his eyes and saw that most of the national soldiers who walked back were wounded soldiers. Some were carried on stretchers, and some were supported and walked towards them step by step.

"They are all brothers of the 88th Division." Zhang Long said suddenly.

Needless to say, Zhao Zilong also saw it, because he could clearly see that the rectangular armband on the arms of these national soldiers was printed with "88D" in the middle.

"Brother, what's going on over there?" Zhang Long asked, pulling a national soldier.

Glancing at Zhang Long, the national soldier's face darkened, and he replied: "The devil broke through the positions on both sides of Yuhuatai, and the two brother regiments we guarded there suffered heavy casualties." ”

When everyone heard this, their faces changed dramatically, and their eyes widened.

Zhao Zilong looked up into the distance and saw the three hills that didn't seem to be much taller than the Zhonghua City Tower, where bursts of cannon fire and rumbling were constantly heard, accompanied by streams of gunpowder smoke rising.

His brows couldn't help but twist, and his face turned pale, because he knew that the devils had completely surrounded Yuhuatai, and the soldiers of the 262 Brigade guarding it were fighting to the death against the enemy.

"Let's get back to our positions." Zhao Zilong, who came back to his senses, immediately pointed to the busy crowd on the left side of the city gate.

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"Brother, it's good for you to return to the team."

Wang Zhong, who was building a bunker with sandbags with everyone, saw Zhao Zilong and everyone coming back, he immediately smiled and rushed up to give the other party a bear hug.

"Brother Wang!" Zhao Zilong nodded and did not speak.

"Hahaha, good brother, I knew you would be back."

Wang Zhong laughed heartily, then took a Zhongzheng rifle and handed it over: "Here you go." I've always kept your gun. ”

"Thank you!"

Zhao Zilong took the rifle, which was more than three feet long and had smooth lines, and stroked it carefully, and immediately a familiar feeling came to his heart.

Although he had only been using this Zhongzheng rifle for a few days, he had already developed a feeling that was difficult to let go.

"Brother Zhao, do I still want to load you with bullets?" At this time, Wen Bin walked over on crutches.

"Huh?" Zhao Zilong was stunned, and then said; "It's not the time yet, so I'll teach you how to shoot."

Zhao Zilong said, touching Wen Bin's head, the other party was tall enough for his shoulders.

"Great!" Wen Bin was so excited that he almost threw his crutches.

"Everyone, don't look at it, quickly disperse and prepare the fortifications." Seeing everyone coming up, Wang Zhong shouted and motioned for everyone to prepare.

On the ground outside the Zhonghua Gate, there were some bunkers piled up with sandbags, and after Wang Zhong and his battalion arrived, they went to get a batch of sacks to strengthen the fortifications.

After listening to the battalion commander's order, everyone walked away at once, and hurriedly got busy, some digging soil, some filling sacks, and some piling bunkers.

"Camp, we're back."

At this time, the deputy battalion commander and several national troops came back from the city with some additional ammunition.

Although they defeated the devils of the two brigades in Fangshan and gained a lot, most of them were left to the brothers guarding Yuhuatai, so the actual two platoons of personnel in the battalion now did not have enough ammunition in each person's hands.

"Camp, look." The deputy battalion commander happily came over with a national soldier carrying a heavy machine gun.

"Makqin? That's great. This time, the Quartermaster Department won't pick the door? When Wang Zhong saw it, he immediately grinned again.

"Camp! Who is this for? The deputy battalion commander glanced at Zhang Long, who was wearing gauze, and asked.

"Camp! Give it to me. When Zhang Long saw it, he immediately stood up. The Type 92 heavy machine gun he originally got from the devil was destroyed when he was in the Fangshan position, and when he later switched to rifles and machine guns, he always felt unaccustomed to it, saying that he was not happy with the fight.

"You?" Wang Zhong looked at Zhang Long, his eyes widened, and his eyebrows raised: "Your back injury is not good, okay?" ”

"Why not, who here uses it better than me?" Zhang Long was not convinced.

"Okay, here you are. Saying you can't do it doesn't mean you're that. Wang Zhong blinked his eyes wide and laughed.

"Camp! If it's a man, you can't say no. Zhang Long suddenly said angrily: "If you can't do it, you have to do it." ”

Because everyone has almost piled up the bunkers, and the devil has not yet appeared, it is rare to have time to rest.

"Xiaobin, if you want to be accurate in marksmanship, first learn how to hold a gun, if you can't even hold a gun, then you will definitely not be able to hit the target."

Zhao Zilong held the rifle and showed it to Wen Bin.

Wen Bin took the 38 big cover, listened carefully, and watched carefully.

"Brother Zhao! You also taught me marksmanship. Zhang Dian walked over expectantly.

"Xiaohu, let's take charge of the cannon." Wang Zhong saw it and immediately drank: "You are a veteran, you can't fight for so long, don't learn." ”

When Zhang Hu heard this, he immediately wilted: "Camp!" If I don't learn, then what am I doing? And there was no cannon for me. ”

"No guns? Look, isn't there a cannon sent over? ”

Everyone followed the direction of Wang Zhong's finger and saw that on the avenue in the distance, several national soldiers were pushing a cannon and came over.

Zhao Zilong put down his rifle, stood up straight, and looked at the cannon.

The cannon looked a little ugly, its light gray barrel was low and low, but the barrel was long and thin.

After the national soldiers crossed the moat bridge with their artillery and came to the front of the position, they were probably tired, so they stopped and rested.

"Brother, you have worked hard!" Wang Zhong greeted him with a smile, took out a box of cigarettes from his body, took out one, and handed it to an artilleryman.

The rank on the armband of the artilleryman's uniform indicates that he is a sergeant.

"Camp!" As soon as he saw the rank displayed on Wang Zhong's armband, the artillery sergeant immediately stood up straight and saluted.

"Hey, when is it, don't be such a mother-in-law. Take it. Wang Zhong glared at the other party deliberately.

Seeing that the artillery sergeant continued to smoke, Wang Zhong lit a fire for the other party and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Where are you going?" The artillery sergeant was stunned and sighed: "We don't know where we're going......"

"Why don't you know? What's the matter with you pulling this cannon back? Wang Zhong glared again and asked.

The artillery sergeant glanced at the cannon beside him and said slowly: "The scope of this gun is broken, and the regiment commander said that we should withdraw it and leave a seed for the artillery company of the 88th Division." But on the way back, the car pulling the cannon was blown up by the devil plane, and it was thanks to these infantry brothers who helped us pull the cannon back. ”

"Brother Zhang, what is this cannon called?" At this time, Wen Bin and Zhang Hu came up.

"Call you a rookie is a rookie." Zhang Hu suddenly became angry: "This is called a war defense artillery, which specializes in fighting devil armored vehicles." ”

"That's right." The artillery sergeant nodded to Zhang Hu and asked, "Brother is also an artilleryman?" ”

"Yes, I was originally an artillery member of the 262nd Regiment." Zhang Hu replied with some smugness.

"And how many cannons do you have?" The artillery sergeant asked.

"This?" Zhang Hu opened his mouth wide and couldn't answer.

"Brother, you don't know where to go anyway, why don't you leave this cannon for us to use, it's better than putting it back in the warehouse and eating dust, right?" Wang Zhong asked with a smile again.