Boom, as Zhang Zhiqiu expected, those braids were still driven by curiosity to touch the not clever pull-hair trap he set, and the two detonated 120mm rockets were enough to ensure that the three-person team would not have any tails that could not be shaken off.

"Damn, Fat Qiu, are you on guard or ......?" Mo Jin said angrily to a fat man outside Xiao Zhao Zhuang who was holding a foreign trade Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in his arms.

"Password!" Hearing the sound coming from the side and rear, the man who was called Qiu Fatzi by Mo Jin raised his gun and turned to the rear.

"Password, uncle, it's me!" Morkin said.

Bang! The gun went off. In fact, the short and fat electromechanical engineer who turned around and recognized that it was the welder who had been ejected with the rocket in the morning, but the finger on the trigger instinctively pulled it in excitement.

"Medic! Medic! Seeing that Mo Jin's calf was bleeding profusely, Qiu Fatzi shouted loudly towards the courtyard that was being guarded by the crowd.

This mechanical and electrical engineer whose finger sensitivity has been adjusted too high must have watched too many film and television dramas, and the twenty-five traversers who gathered in Xiaozhaozhuang don't even have a first-aid kit, where are the ambulances? In fact, among them, the most abundant battlefield ambulance knowledge is Zhang Zhiqiu, who has served in service, well, now whether Mo Jin's leg can be saved depends on how much ambulance knowledge Zhang Zhiqiu, who has been retired for many years, can remember.

With the sound of gunshots and Qiu Fatzi's call, the traversers who were originally stationed in a large family in Xiaozhaozhuang flocked to this direction, and even the traversers who were guarding elsewhere rushed over to join in the fun.

"The sentry has returned to his post, what are you doing around Du Nima? The one who went and pulled some cotton and strips of cloth from the futon for me. Zhang Zhiqiu, who rushed to hear the sound, looked at the messy situation in front of him and felt extremely painful.

Since yesterday when the traversers who were teleported over were gathered around this one after another, Zhang Zhiqiu began to think about the disposal plan for the injuries of his own personnel. But what made him hurt was that he fought intermittently with the pigtails for a day and a night, and the first injured member of his own team was accidentally injured by his own people, which made him reasonable?

"How many times have you said it, don't put your fingers on the trigger when you take the gun, don't you all have ears?" Zhang Zhiqiu bandaged the howling Mo Jin and reiterated the precautions to the gun-wielding Muggles again.

In fact, Qiu Fatzi still listened to Zhang Zhiqiu's preaching a little, at least the muzzle of the gun was lowered when he turned around, and he was not facing the hapless welder. Mo Jin's calf was actually shot after being bounced by a 56 half-fired 7.62mm bullet, well, this hapless former Shenfei welder was knocked down by a ricochet.

There was no first-aid kit, so there were no morphine injections for pain, and everyone had to let the welder wail endlessly. In the end, Zhang Zhiqiu was worried that Mo Jin's screams would affect his already low morale, so he was carried to the kang in the bedroom.

No vigilance was gathered in the lobby of the house, sitting around a large brazier made of copper, many of whom were still roasting corn cobs in their hands. Although they found individual rations from the limited supplies sent by the "director team", Zhang Zhiqiu forbade them to use these individual rations, which were currently part of the "strategic reserve".

As a result, these traversers had no choice but to do their own food and clothing, and began to rummage through boxes and cabinets in the Zhuangzi to find food. It's just that the people of Xiaozhaozhuang walked quite calmly, the grain, livestock, poultry and even the dogs were taken away, and everyone could only find some corn cobs to roast in the granary of this large household that had no time to remove the coarse grain.

"Xiao Zhang, have you pulled out the Qing artillery position that you found in the morning?" An old man wrapped in a tattered sheepskin jacket that came out of nowhere asked Zhang Zhiqiu.

"With only one of their infantry guns knocked out, our firing position was exposed, and before we could move, we encountered patrolling Qing soldiers. Unlike the braids we encountered before, we probably encountered a new army trained by the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and their combat effectiveness was obviously much higher, so we had to withdraw it. Zhang Zhiqiu said.

"It's good for people to come back, has that large-caliber rocket launcher been captured by the Qing army?" The old man looked around and didn't find the bazooka that Zhang Zhiqiu brought out.

"I made an explosion trap out of the two remaining rockets, and they both blew up together." Zhang Zhiqiu replied.

"What? Blown up!? That's our only heavy weapon! "Someone shouted after the PF98 rocket launcher was blown up.

"Damn, that thing is dead, can we get rid of the Qing army with it? You just don't have a backache when you stand and talk, why don't you have the strength to carry it!? Chen Tianjie heard that some people were dissatisfied with blowing up the PF98 bazooka, and immediately began to fight back.

"Don't say a word, your head will be pinned to the waistband of your trousers, and you'll have idle mouths!" A woman with a Type 64 smashing cannon pinned to the belt of her tweed coat said.

"Brother Zhang, now that the artillery positions of the Qing army have not been destroyed, and our bazookas are gone, what should we do?" The woman in the tweed coat asked.

"I can only withdraw, although the Qing army is only equipped with a few infantry guns, but that is not what these courtyard walls can stop. I guess the Qing army didn't launch an artillery bombardment on us because the infantry had not yet been assembled, and we had to leave quickly. Zhang Zhiqiu said.

"But Mokin just hurt his leg? And Professor He's fever has not gone away! The woman in the tweed coat said, turning her gaze to the old man in the tattered sheepskin jacket.

"I'm out of the way, I see there's a wheelbarrow in the yard, let's push Mokin and transfer together." He Yiwei, a former professor at an aviation university, said.

As one of the few people in the third class who can go to college, He Yiwei's brain is still clearer than many young people, even though he is already a rare age. He knew very well what would happen to them when the Qing army's shells fell, and these braids had never shouted a word of surrender since they first saw them! Transferring as much as possible to the allies in the green paint area mentioned by the "director team" to support them is their way out, He Yiwei thought to himself.

Well, He Yiwei did think a little too much about the fact that the Qing army did not recruit them. Since the strong landing of one of the D-day Zhao Yi, the Qing army has been beaten all over the world by the crossing crowd, just a few hundred miles away in Yantai, if it weren't for Li Bingheng's "rout but not disperse" strategy to fill the pit with human lives, the Great Song Dynasty people are afraid that they have already taken Jinan Mansion, who has the leisure to recruit the Great Song people?

"That's the only way, we don't even have a radio station, and we don't know the progress of the rescue in the green paint area, so let's retreat to the mountains to avoid the artillery of the Qing army first." Zhang Zhiqiu said.

"We've been fighting here for a day and a night, haven't we heard the news from the green paint area?" The woman in the tweed coat still has fantasies.

"Chen Gong, it's a miracle that we rely on these military laymen who can accidentally injure their comrades at any time. When the new army trained by the Qing army came up, we didn't even have a chance to run. Zhang Zhiqiu said to the dock designer wearing a sheep tweed coat.