At 12:00 midnight, Zhang Sixing got rid of the Japanese soldiers who were chasing him.

In fact, now that the war is over, the low-level soldiers on both sides are showing a certain laziness from the bottom of their hearts.

It's a pity that the battle of the breakthrough retreat and the blocking of the breakthrough retreat is still rampant on the ghost-like battlefield in Shanghai at midnight.

Red ballistics flew across the ruins of the building, shells exploded, flames flickered, and the soldiers who were hit screamed in agony.

War has always been so cruel, and war has never changed.

Put away the periscope-style reconnaissance mirror, and the body hidden in the corner of the wall revealed a four-line "human wolf" figure in the flash of artillery fire.

"That's supposed to be a 92 infantry artillery squad, what are they fighting, they need a brigade to besiege."

At this time, it was the Japanese standing division regiment that participated in the battle, and a brigade would have a two-gun artillery squad.

Knowing in his heart that the battle of Songhu had come to an end at this moment, Zhang Sixing didn't think that he could do anything big.

But let them be trapped in the enemy's ranks, and die without ammunition and food, it is better to retreat to the Sixing warehouse to join the defenders there.

After all, a veteran has a greater role than ten recruits, and he knows it very well that he has led soldiers.

Thinking of this, he threw down the pipe in his hand and lowered his body as much as possible, and slowly approached the Japanese defense line in front.

It is very advantageous for the Japanese to have their backs to Lao Tzu, but there are quite a few of them.

After observing for a long time, there is already a clear target for the assault.

It was a field fortification, and there were probably only a dozen soldiers in an infantry detachment (squad).

Including two crooked light machine guns and ordinary riflemen, not even grenadiers.

Well, the clothes are a little weird, different from ordinary Japanese soldiers.

Not the Japanese Army?

"Phew"

A loud voice came from behind itself from Shicai's hideout.

Because of doubts, Zhang Sixing actually missed the time of the firecracker explosion.

The arm rubbed down on the ground, revealing the huge luminescent watch on the dial on the wrist.

12:08 a.m

Fortunately, the explosion of the first firecracker did not attract the attention of the Japanese soldiers in the field fortifications, thinking that it was the sound of their comrades' shooting.

After a short time on their front, there was another explosion of "bang", which attracted the attention of the Japanese soldiers this time.

The Heavy crouched on the crooked handle, apparently shot in the head.

"In the back, there are Chinese soldiers in the back."

The babbling and shouting of the Japanese soldiers in the fortifications came, and Zhang Sixing, who was proficient in Japanese, was secretly proud in his heart.

Lao Tzu's twenty-four years have not been prepared in vain, and he has prepared four foreign languages alone, Japanese, German, English, and French.

He lay motionless on the ground, and the strips of cloth on his body moved with the wind like a pile of dead grass.

Occasionally, the eye will focus on the large luminescent watch peeking out at the cuff.

The luminous dot on the tip of the second hand moves.

Twenty seconds.

THE FIRECRACKER EXPLODED, THE SNIPER IN THE HAND - THE BODY OF THE GUN TREMBLED SLIGHTLY, AND A 6.5MM BULLET SPRAYED OUT OF THE BARREL WITH A "POOF".

The machine-gun co-shooter, who was trying to divert the direction of fire with a crooked handle, fell.

Precisely, this is the habit of the Germans, and now it is also the habit of Zhang Sixing.

Probably the Tao platoon leader will not understand that those incense sticks are accurately marked with the burning time.

The eye swept the luminous watch again.

Ten seconds, five seconds......

"Phew"

In the night, exploding firecrackers burst into flames.

The thirty-eight guns with mufflers in the shadows were silent.

In the field fortifications, when the second machine gun shooter who was pressing bullets fell, the Japanese were already screaming.

"That'...... Unlike the flash ...... of rifle shooting"

However, no one paid attention to him, and the soldiers who had been on the battlefield for many days with high nervous tension could not care to distinguish them.

More than a dozen Japanese soldiers, raising their rifles, opened fire on the firecrackers.

"Phew"

Another firecracker exploded, and another machine gunner fell in the field fortifications.

At this time, some Japanese soldiers took over the crooked handles, and pressed them with continuous fire at the place where the firecrackers exploded.

The firefly-like tracer bullet emitted a bright, shrill "chirping" sound, and quickly swept past Zhang Sixing's side.

There was the sound of firecrackers exploding behind him, and he shrunk his sleeves behind his arms to cover the dial of the luminous watch on the cuffs, and then lowered his head to hide his face and leave only the remaining light.

He waited quietly, and the attacked Japanese would definitely go and check it out.

Well, it's possible to go all of them, after all, they don't have a few people left.

In the dim night, by the light of the flares in the distance, several shadowy figures could be seen on both sides.

They bent over, their combat movements were not skilled, and their tactics were still the old routine of two-line sandwiching.

The target is the last bit of incense stick that has almost burned out.

Zhang Sixing, who was a little proud, stared firmly at the field fortifications through the gap in the strips of cloth on his helmet.

There were a lot of people there, and it was clear that the Japanese had left people.

The sound of "tom tom tom tom" leather running by, you don't have to look at it to be Japanese.

Of course, German mechanics also wear leather shoes, but the workmanship of domestic leather shoes is very poor and insufficient, so they are only worn during military parades.

Soldiers who go to the battlefield would rather spend money to get a pair of pullbacks, or simply get a pair of old cloth shoes.

When the Japanese soldiers ran by, Zhang Sixing looked sideways at what they were wearing.

There are those who wear Japanese army uniforms, and there are those who wear blue uniforms, which is quite messy...... Miscellaneous Army?

No matter who it was, Zhang Sixing waited quietly for about half a minute, then suddenly jumped up and strode towards the field fortifications.

The Japanese soldiers who went to search should be in a daze with the air.

They wouldn't be interested in crushed firecrackers, and incense sticks would certainly have been annihilated in the night wind.

Fifteen meters, Zhang Sixing, who ran like a "human wolf", threw a stone that was scary.

With the time of throwing stones, he quickly shortened the distance between himself and the field fortifications.

On the battlefield like a ghost domain, not to mention the speed of a human wolf and a non-human, even if someone throws a stone at him, he will be scared to pee.

In the faint sound of mechanical collision, he quickly came to the vicinity of the field fortifications.

The Japanese occupied the area in a hurry, and the sandbags were mainly blocked in the direction of the building.

In the darkness of the night, before he could get closer, a Japanese soldier suddenly appeared from the field fortifications.

He slammed his hand into his helmet, and something was thrown out.

Zhang Sixing, who was full of battlefield experience, slammed his feet, and the person had already flown more than five meters away, and he reached the soldier's side in two steps.

Facing the horror in his eyes, the bear claw blade in his hand slashed past his raised arm before it could retract.

"Ahh

The Japanese soldier let out a scream, his young face under the pale flares, and the muscles of his face twisted strangely with fear.

"Boom"

The grenade he threw exploded, and the blade of the bear's claw pierced through the heart like a bear's claw, and the life and the sound of the explosion dissipated.

The one who was killed still knows how to throw a grenade.

The other soldier who remained behind simply cowered in the corner of the trench in fright, holding a bayonet in his hand tremblingly.

One step at a distance of two meters, the strips of cloth on his body and head flew.

From the field business, there is only a wolf-like silhouette.

The Japanese soldier who was huddled in the corner was frightened and cried out at this time, and the bayonet in his hand trembled like grass in the autumn wind.

Zhang Sixing, who was silent, stretched out his hand and pinched the bayonet with much greater force than the Japanese soldier.

I probably thought that the Japanese soldier who had encountered the ghost was full of tears, and he couldn't say a word when he opened his mouth wide.

Zhang Sixing snatched the bayonet from his hand and threw it away, and there was a series of small crashing sounds on the broken bricks and tiles.

Probably because of these sounds, or because of another flare in the sky, the fear in the eyes of the Japanese soldiers quickly dissipated.

Of course, it was more likely that it was about to pass around his neck, when the tiny light from the black, curved edge of the bear's claw blade woke him up.