On the battlefield, sleep peacefully.

But Xie Guji could no longer sleep, he knew very well that the Japanese army had suffered heavy losses one after another, and he would never give up.

"Lao Yang, what kind of attack will the devil use tomorrow?" Xie Guji asked with a frown.

Yang Quanlin scratched his head and said for a while: "Will there be a tank?" It is said that the little devil's tank is very powerful, an iron lump, and the devil shoots and fires in it......"

"Damn, I said I forgot something, tanks, it must be tanks!" Xie Guji suddenly jumped up.

"The devil really sent a tank? Think too much of us, right? Yang Quanlin was also taken aback.

"Don't talk nonsense, you take all the guard companies and go to the security regiment stationed in Zhenshan to see if there is gasoline, diesel, or high alcohol, quick!"

Xie Guji hurriedly gave an order, if the devil really sent tanks, his troops would not have the weapons to fight tanks at all, and then they would have to fill it with their lives, if that was the case, he didn't dare to imagine how many people were left in his regiment at this time tomorrow night, and this position was still out of his control.

The next day, the sky cleared.

Lu Yuan woke up, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the blue sky, the blue loveliness, when there was no war, the sky of this era definitely has the effect of washing the soul, washing away trauma and stains, killing, only tranquility remains.

The position of the third company seemed to be very lively early in the morning, and there were always people from other companies sneaking over and looking around.

"That deserter in your company is that?"

"That's right, that's the guy who killed more than 20 devils empty-handed, and pinched the devil's brain like an egg in one hand......"

"Only about two dozen? We even said that one person killed more than fifty of them? ”

The guys with the fire of gossip burning on their faces chattered endlessly, looking around in the trenches, but they couldn't find the god man who was eight feet tall, with a head as big as a brass bell, a blink of an eye, and a roar like thunder.

"Deserter, you turtle god descended to earth, and you don't say a word to your brothers?"

"That's it, I heard that you can pinch the devil's skull with your hands, why don't I know?"

The monkey spirit king Ma Gong and the others quacked and laughed, and the big bear held his stomach and laughed, but everyone was very tacit, and they didn't look at Lu Yuan, everyone here seemed to have a talent and could use anything that could be used to blackmail others.

The cow pimple was rubbing his stomach, he was not laughing, he was hungry, and his few multigrain cakes had already been eaten by him.

This made him a little depressed, in order to prevent himself from dying in battle and not eating his own cake and not closing his eyes, he tasted full for the first time in his life in the past two days, but now, he found that people are not dead, and it is also a very painful thing to eat the cake first.

Not to mention that when everyone still has to eat, they can only drool, and the cow pimple feels doubly painful.

Lu Yuan's eyes that had just opened closed again, and he poked the cow pimple with his elbow.

The cow pimple, the kind of cunning and clever that belongs to the scum made him react instantly, rushed to the side of the uninvited guests, and coughed dryly: "I know the deserter is the one - you give me two cakes, and I will tell you!" ”

"You might as well grab it!"

After bargaining, several people finally made up enough cakes for the cow pimple, and said with a painful face: "Now I can say it!" ”

The cow pimple happily nibbled on the cake and called Brother Yuan.

Lu Yuan raised his hand, indicating that he was the deserter, as if he were a fake.

"Didn't you say how tall it was?"

"His hands are so small, how can he pinch the devil to death?"

The uninvited guests were immediately disappointed, no matter how this guy looked, he didn't look like a god descended from heaven, but he still asked: "You really killed dozens of devils with your bare hands?" ”

"Less than twenty ...... killed"

Lu Yuan said honestly: "Killed with bare hands, three ......"

"That's awesome!"

The uninvited guests got excited and asked, "Why don't you use a gun?" ”

“…… Run out of bullets! ”

Lu Yuan said: "If I have bullets, why do I have to be barehanded, I'm not an idiot!" ”

"What are you doing here, go back!"

Without waiting for a few people to continue to ask, Yang Quanlin's fierce voice rang out, carrying a pile of glass bottles full of liquid.

Those uninvited guests were suddenly frightened and embarrassed.

"What is this for?"

"Wine? Is it too early to celebrate? ”

The first reaction of the slags is still to eat.

It was Lu Yuan's head buzzing, and his face suddenly turned white - tank, he forgot about tank!

At the same time, he was also very glad that he didn't remember it, but Xie Guji actually remembered it, and made preparations in advance. Burn. Bottle-hitting tanks is never a good idea, but in the absence of anti-tank fire, it is a solution.

"Looks like you know what you're for—don't you need me to teach you?" Yang Quanlin saw his pale face and said.

Lu Yuan rushed over, looked at the liquids in the bottles, there were diesel, gasoline, alcohol, and then looked at Yang Quanlin's red eyes, he knew that these guys didn't sleep all night in order to get this thing last night.

But he couldn't take care of them anymore, and cried out, "This won't work! ”

Yang Quanlin said angrily: "I also know that it is not good to fight tanks like this, but the anti-tank gun you want, Lao Tzu can't find it for you - you don't like to use it, you like to gnaw Lao Tzu with your teeth!" ”

Lu Yuan offended Xie Guji last night, which was equivalent to offending Yang Quanlin, so today, Yang Quanlin didn't plan to give him a good look.

"I didn't mean that!"

Lu Yuan said: "There is nothing in the diesel, it doesn't burn at all, it must be mixed, and as soon as these pure liquids hit the tank, they all ran out, and they couldn't burn at all - sir, let everyone burn here. Burn. Add something to the bottle, it can stick to the tank, if not, even if it's a ball of mud, it can't be a pure liquid! ”

Yang Quanlin Yileng, he didn't think about this problem, and he didn't explain it, of course, Xie Guji had only heard of this method of fighting tanks, so let's try it, he didn't use it at all.

"What are you waiting for, looking for grass foam, mud, what are you looking for!"

Lu Yuan shouted, and the slag immediately took action, in fact, many people began to swing their legs and stomachs as soon as they heard the word tank, and now they are crawling to find something.

Yang Quanlin turned around and ran, as fast as being chased by a group of mad dogs, while shouting: "Burn. Burn. You have to add something to the bottle, not just liquid, but also soil......"

Then he turned around and kicked over the two guards who were running after him, and scolded angrily, "What are you doing with me? Didn't you hear what the damn deserter said? Separate orders, you two idiots! ”