October 26, 1937, 11:30 p.m.

Everything is jumping.

Everything in the colony was hurt by bullets, dragging dust and jumping.

But even if you can't hear the sound, your vision is blocked by the smoke.

"Resist, resist Lao Tzu."

The three rows of pottery platoon commanders in the corner of the bunker roared desperately, as ugly as a leaky bagpipe.

The remaining two dozen soldiers in the third platoon were curled up in the rubble stronghold, dodging bullets from all directions.

The man who was shot screamed, but no one helped the wounded who were rolling underground.

The grenade that had just exploded in the bunker shook people's heads, and they couldn't come back to their senses at this time.

But they all understand that they are surrounded by devils and are going to die here.

In desperation, the gunfire stopped abruptly, and the battlefield shrouded in night was as quiet as a ghostly domain.

"Don't fight, why?"

No one answered in the dark, and they all knew that the battle after the dead silence was even more deadly.

"Look, look...... What is that. ”

Unable to shake his head that was dizzy from the shells, the voice of the platoon leader Tao was dull,

"What's so good, let's fight."

The "pop" flare exploded, bringing light to the quiet and terrifying battlefield like a ghost domain.

The shadows outside swayed and moved in the light, like demons that had just arched out of the ground, roaming the battlefield full of corpses.

seemed to see a figure flashing, and Platoon Leader Tao's eyes lit up,

"Herald?"

I had been hoping for an order to retreat, but I had never seen anyone.

After rubbing his eyes a few times, he finally saw that it was not the person he was waiting for.

It doesn't look like a human, but some monster in the shadow of the fly, bursting out of nowhere at every unexpected moment.

He is much taller than a normal person, and even at night and on the battlefield, he jumps like a wolf.

When he runs, he has long hair on his body, and it is very strange to fly in the night sky.

"Giggle......

The voice was faintly heard, and the veterans could hear it.

That's what kind of person had his throat cut and his lungs choked with blood.

"Is it a human, a ghost, or a monster?"

It is said that if you have rolled in the pile of dead people, you should not be afraid of any kind of demons and monsters, but ......

It, it was blown away by the wind, and it was gone.

It's even more creepy.

"Don't shoot, your own people."

The calm, steady voice was sent into cover by the night wind with the smell of blood, and the person who spoke swept into the stronghold with the wind.

The body is unusually tall, with long hair fluttering in the night wind.

"Wow"

Nervously raising the gun.

"Don't point a gun at Lao Tzu, you just said that it was your own person."

As he spoke, he waved his arm and pulled aside the gun pointed at him.

He also took out a flashlight with a corner, which was only available to German instructors, and emitted a red light to shine in a circle when he was in the stronghold.

The face is colorless, and the soldiers have no fighting spirit.

This result is unsurprising and unexpected.

The Songhu battlefield was completely retreated, and it was impossible to demand a few soldiers who were surrounded.

He casually leaned the rifle and single-frame he was carrying against the wall, and left a few armed belts.

"If there are no bullets, change the 38 type, and there is a bullet box on the armed belt."

A standard Mandarin speaker, listening to it is reassuring.

The big farts sat down and untied the things on their legs and stuffed them into their backpacks.

Standing up again is already a normal size, but it is still a head taller than most people, and everyone looks at it with their heads half-bowed.

asked in a deep voice,

"Who's the head?"

"Bo" is another flare, and the light and shadow shoot in through the shooting hole, illuminating the comer.

Only then did the people in the stronghold see that he had no hair on his body at all, but was covered with strips of cloth.

Even the rifle was wrapped in strips of cloth, like a black and white mourning stick.

The steel helmet was also covered with strips of cloth, and the face was painted in a mess.

The large eyeballs look especially intimidating in the light of the flares.

"Who are you?"

Struggling to sit upright, Platoon Leader Tao asked in a low voice.

Hearing someone ask, it must be the head here who replied casually,

"Zhang Sixing, he is a common man, and he came back from abroad to participate in the war."

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his body, handed him a stick, and continued to ask,

"Why are you still here, I don't know that the whole battalion has withdrawn to the Sixing warehouse?"

Swallowing his mouth with difficulty, Platoon Commander Tao quietly turned on the nose of the fast and slow machine, and those with unknown origins on the battlefield should be careful.

His eyes were fixed on Zhang Sixing, and his tone was dull and cold,

"How do you know where to go?"

How does Lao Tzu know, what Lao Tzu knows from textbooks, this can tell you.

did not answer the question of the platoon leader Tao, but said,

"Your back road has been cut off by devils, how about you come with me, I can take you out."

Platoon Commander Tao's words gave a heart-wrenching answer for everyone,

"No order, you have to die here, you go by yourself."

"Platoon commander, he said......"

Only then did someone shout, the platoon leader Tao had already raised the Mauser fast and slow machine, and the words squeezed out between his teeth were as ruthless as death,

"If you don't have an order, you'll be crucified here."

This is a dead eye, and there is no subjective initiative at all.

The German army has not learned its quality, and it is full of rigidity and learning, so it is no wonder that in the future, the people's army will be beaten all over the ground with beautiful weapons.

Yes, Zhang Sixing is a traverser.

Before crossing over, he was engaged in extreme sports live broadcasting, and he came to this time and space in a paragliding crash.

Reincarnated in Qinling, Shaanxi surnamed Zhang, he practiced eighth-level boxing at the age of six, and left Shaanxi at the age of twelve to smuggle into Germany.

He worked in a military factory until he was 16 years old, and after joining the German paratroopers for two years, he joined the German paratrooper special task force with his skills.

It's really breaking in, overturning more than 100 competitors, and hitting dozens of apprentices.

The Paratrooper Special Task Force was also one of the teams of the "Fredenthal Force" organized by the "European villain" Skorzny.

The successful rescue of Mussolini by that unit was later established as a classic example of special operations and became famous.

He only returned to China a few days ago, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he has been waiting for this battle for twenty-four years.

Secretly shaking his head at Platoon Leader Tao's behavior, Zhang Sixing asked in a low voice,

"No heralds, no phone calls?"

"The line was broken, and the communications corps went out and didn't come back."

The determined Tao platoon commander still said in a muffled voice, revealing a certain sadness in his hoarse voice.

The tactical command is not qualified, but he is a man of enough seeds, and he can't let them die like this during the anti-Japanese period.

pursed his lips, rolled up his sleeves to reveal a large piece of luminous watch, swept his eyes, Zhang Sixing sighed,

"It's really a terrible phone line, who says where to go, if it gets through, three shots will be fired in a row."

The platoon leader waved his hand and refused,

"Brother, go by yourself, don't go out to die."

There were soldiers who wanted to live on the side with their hands and hurriedly said,

"Over there."

Without replying, Zhang Sixing put down his backpack and rushed out of the bunker with his gun.

The action was not as fast as just now, but the figure was as floating as before.

"Phew, I'm still going back to China to fight, this is a special run."

"You throw your rucksack when you run."

"It's so heavy, it's not faster to run when you throw it."

"Don't say a word, it's good to be abroad, and those who can come back to fight are enough for you."

No outsider, Platoon Leader Tao's tone was calmer.

Only then did he look outside, a flare lit up, and the gunfire rang out again after the silence.

"It's the kid."

Someone whispered in the darkness.

His eyes followed the crimson ballistics, and the vague figure of "long hair flying" occasionally appeared.

"This guy's training is better than that of a German mechanic, and he has been on the battlefield."

After only two glances, Platoon Commander Tao immediately came to the conclusion that his original hopeless heart moved.

"Boom"

The cannonball of the grenadier exploded where the figure was lurking, and his heart rose to his throat.

Holding back his worries, he commanded his subordinates,

"Shake the phone"

When he gave the order, his eyes glanced at the person who had just said that he had fled.

He had long forgotten what he had just complained, and he couldn't even care about smoking the cigarette between his fingertips at the moment.

Two hands grasped the broken sandbags of the bunker, and their knuckles turned white from the flares.

"Woo woo"

The phone crank was shaken and flew up, and the earpiece rested on the ear, catching any bit of sound.

Under the flares, the person shaking the phone turned pale and shook his head.

"Dead?"

After staying on the battlefield for a long time, Platoon Commander Tao, who was accustomed to seeing life and death, suddenly regretted a little in his heart.

Maybe if he just led someone to withdraw with him, maybe he didn't have to die.

The blood in his heart surged, and his throat was sore and his eyes roared,

"If you scold the one next door, hit Lao Tzu."

After yelling this, the sour breath that was blocked in his throat was spit out.