In addition to eating spicy with a rotten mouth, which makes Sangou painful and happy and unstoppable, now there may only be war, similar to the modern occupational disease, Sangou is regarded as an occupational disease of war.

During the training period of high school, he was occasionally with his wife Yang Muhua, and in a rare time as a husband and wife, Sangou sometimes had to be the same as fighting.

At night, in addition to the sentry outside, I have to install some small mechanisms on the small doors of the house, which are usually things that can make sound.

For example, if you place an empty wine bottle upside down on the edge of the door, if the door is opened a little bit, the wine bottle will fall to the ground and make a sound. Or pull a string on the door and hang a bell or something.

There are also rooms without a back door or back window that are generally not lived, and when you sleep at night, there are shell guns and daggers next to the pillows, and shoes and clothes are placed in a special place, not under the bed.

Such an appearance as if facing a great enemy made Yang Muhua a little uncomfortable, feeling that this was not a married life, but a day of escape.

After a long time, she slowly got used to it, and now she has become like this, in the single dormitory of the hospital, and at night when she rests.

In addition to these private safety, Sangou also likes and bumps in a lively life, and if it is a particularly quiet day, it will make him uncomfortable.

That feeling can't be said to be uncomfortable, or something is wrong, it's just uncomfortable, it's a little unsteady to do anything, it's just uncomfortable.

Yang Muhua also knows this very well about him, and the most he can meet her is to have a meal and spend the night, and he can't stay for more than a day, just like a monkey, he is uncomfortable.

Sangou also felt that he was a little uncomfortable, but every time he heard that it was time for a big war to come, he was a little panicked for fear that he would not be able to escape death this time.

I was a little excited to look forward to it, looking forward to being able to go into battle again to command and kill the enemy, this feeling is really cool.

Just like now, Sangou moved the position of the battalion command post forward, and at the same time excitedly answered the phone and looked at the map, constantly issuing various commands.

This is the life he wants to live, except for the regret that he can't go into battle to kill the enemy in person at any time, all this, including the sound of gunfire and the smell of gunpowder wafting over, is so comfortable.

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When Sangou drove the Japanese cavalry into Xiayu Village, at the front of the position of the Seventh Company, four Japanese tanks were slowly moving towards the Seventh Company's Headless Ridge position.

The craters and trenches all over the ground made the tanks drive cautiously, and what made the devil tank soldiers even more careful was that there were no figures or voices on the opposite position.

It stands to reason that there is no figure in this position, as long as you go to occupy it, but for these devil veterans, the quieter they are, the more afraid they are.

As far as their experience is concerned, if it is an ordinary Chongqing army, at this time, they will either crackle and shoot non-stop, or they will start to scatter.

And the troops that do not have either are generally the elite units of the Chongqing Army, which can calm down, and only if they are not afraid of their tank troops and have the confidence to defeat them, can they be calm.

As they approached the forward position, the Japanese tanks were more slow and cautious, for fear that they would encounter an explosive or a mine, or a group of deadly Chongqing soldiers' meat bombs would come out somewhere.

At the 102nd Brigade Headquarters of the Japanese command post behind, the group leader Toshima Sakamoto was not happy, put down the binoculars, and picked up the microphone to urge Squadron Leader Sato on the front line.

Sato, as the leader of the infantry squadron, is also enduring the snail-like speed of tank vehicles, but there is no way to endure these proud tank soldiers.

Now the captain couldn't help it, so he immediately conveyed the captain's intentions, and after receiving the order, the Japanese tank soldiers also saw the reaction of the Chongqing army after driving for so long, there were no mines and human bombs, and now they began to speed up with confidence.

When the four tanks rushed into the 400-meter area in unison, only a loud "boom" was heard, and one of the tanks in the middle suddenly jumped a little, and then stopped moving.

The people in this tank were also a little confused, but when the tanker came back a little sober, he immediately took the microphone and called:

"War defense artillery, we have been hit by war defense artillery, ask for support, ask for support."

I went, where did the Chongqing Army get the anti-aircraft guns, and several other tanks were a little unconvinced, but they did hear the cries of their companions.

In the two tanks that were hit, the tanker, who was also the driver, clearly saw a burst of fire on the front guard of the tank, followed by a loud noise and vibration, which made him immediately feel that this was a battle defense gun.

Fortunately, the front end of the baffle was now strong enough, but the tank was still beaten to a halt, probably to the point that it was shaking to drive the machine, and several tankmen inside immediately nervously overhauled it.

The other three tanks came to a slow, suspicious stop, and one of the commanders peeked out to take out his binoculars to see where the anti-aircraft guns were ahead.

But as soon as the helmet exposed the top cover, it was immediately hit by a bullet, as if it had been hit with a big stick, and the whole head was smashed backwards, and the back of the head hit the top cover of the tank, which hurt terribly.

Fortunately, with a steel helmet, the bullet flew a little over the upper end of the front of the steel helmet, and the commander, who was so frightened that he was in a cold sweat, squatted down, took off the helmet and saw that it was almost punched into a hole, drawing a deep trace.

The commander, who had just been glad that he had picked up a life, was about to close the top of the tank with palpitations, when there was another loud bang, and the tank car shook strongly, which should be beating.

The entire tank was shrouded in a cloud of smoke, and the commander suddenly howled wolf, and he was now found to have his right arm missing.

The commander of the tank was in severe pain, and found that his right arm and the top cover of the tank, no, the entire turret was gone, and the commander in agony was holding his right arm, howling and rolling in the tank.

It turned out that there was really a battle defense gun, and this gun hit the stopped tank solidly, overturning the entire turret to the ground, and the commander just reached out to close the roof cover, and the flying turret took his arm.

In this way, I am still a little lucky, if I hadn't retracted into the tank compartment just now, it is estimated that even the human head will be taken away by the turret.

It's just that now this commander won't think so, if he is not treated in time, what awaits him is excessive bleeding and shock to death.

Because the other people in this tank were also shocked and dizzy, but the commander was so painful that he was not so dizzy.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other two tanks immediately turned around and prepared to slip away, and the third loud bang came as promised, and the side tracks of one of the tanks were hit by the 37 guns, and the tracks instantly flew in the air.

The last tank ran back in a frenzy and slyly serpented, with at least three shells hitting it along the way, failing to hit it, allowing it to escape the call from hell.