Pressing the shoulders of the German sergeant, Zhang Sixing yelled at him in the tone of the military palace,

"Listen to me, listen to me...... It doesn't matter if you don't ......."

But the German sergeant was willing to listen, but he just confused his brain with fear and struggled desperately.

had no choice but to choke his neck, Zhang Sixing firmly pressed him to the ground, put his mouth close to his ear, and ordered loudly,

"Persistence, soldiers, just through wounds...... Shut up! ”

Hearing the familiar German, again an angry order from an officer, the German sergeant fell silent.

Of course, maybe the morphine-cut worked, and the pain wasn't as bad as it was just now.

Seeing that the goods had settled down, he let go of his neck and touched his military uniform casually. He took out the pack of Finas cigarettes, lit two and took one and put it in his mouth.

"Sir, am I going to die?"

After taking a puff of cigarette, the German sergeant asked, with a touch of sadness in German.

When answering, Zhang Sixing puffed a cigarette and replied easily,

"Don't say stupid things, the war in my homeland has just begun, and I don't want my orderlies to die so soon."

Hearing him like this, the German sergeant actually laughed,

"Sir, you are retired, and I am an active German soldier...... But ......"

Speaking of this, I don't know what to think of, and suddenly this product actually laughed very cheaply,

"Perhaps...... I mean, maybe, it would be nice to stay here if you have the chance. Ensign, my name is Hansen. Raul, are you sure you need an orderly? ”

Looking at the smile of this product, two judgments surged in Zhang Sixing's heart.

One may be that this thing is simply an eccentric German, and the other is ...... Westerners are more liberal in that regard.

In front of the building, as several heavy machine gun shooters were killed, the fire was sharply reduced, and the attack finally dispersed.

On the back, due to the lifeless impact of the wounded death squads, the attack of the marines also threw down more than a dozen corpses and scattered.

The people in the building can finally catch their breath.

At this time, Li Youtian, the old tobacco bag, led him to Zhang Sixing with several other miscellaneous soldiers.

On the way here, Zhang Sixing saw Li Youtian holding a broken notebook, and kept hooking under the guidance of his guards.

No need to ask, it was a book with the names of those wounded, and every tick was a living human life.

And looking at the ruffian of that goods, he is illiterate, but Zhang Sixing admires him very much.

Imagine that a person like him should be a person who joined the army since he was a child and has not read any books. On the battlefield, it was all about being able to fight in the warlord melee with enough brains and ruthless hearts, and he was promoted to battalion commander until now.

The box gun next to him was still in his hand until now, and the bearded company commander was the one who had just shot the deserter.

Looking at the bearded Zhang Sixing frowned, he didn't say anything else and asked him with his hand,

"Why, the army is allowed to grow a beard like this?"

"Sir, how do you understand the hardships of our Northeast Army, if you don't fight back for a day, Lao Tzu's beard won't be shaved for a day."

The bearded man brushed his beard, and when he answered, he smelled of a reckless hero,

"Guan Shijie, we worship Guan Sheng on the mountain. The devil entered our pimple, and Lao Tzu took his brothers to become soldiers. ”

Only smiling slightly, Zhang Sixing looked at the others.

There were platoon commanders, squad leaders, and even corporals, who stood up and saluted one by one.

"Guys, what's next?"

The old cigarette pouch finally finished hooking his name, solemnly unbuttoned his stomach, and picked up the notebook before saying,

"Sir, didn't you mean to take us to the Sixing Warehouse?"

Looking up at the leaders of the stragglers around him, he could estimate that their group was dominated by the battalion of old cigarette bags.

Seeing that Zhang Sixing didn't speak, he took his eyes to look at the old cigarette pouch.

"Sir, what do you mean ......?"

Looking at Zhang Sixing, the old cigarette pouch Li Youtian tested him with his eyes.

While nodding heavily, Zhang Sixing pointed in the direction where the death squads were lying.

"Of course we have to go to the Sixing Warehouse, but before we leave, we must clean up the little devils and vent the evil anger to those brothers."

"Pick up the little devils?"

Several of the soldiers exchanged glances with each other, and they all felt incredible.

The tired soldiers of the long battle looked to the side without hope, after all, the entire battle was lost, what is the use of winning a small battle, why let everyone die.

Offensive...... As long as these two words were mentioned, the soldiers present could not help but feel a little sad.

The battle in Shanghai was not that the soldiers did not want to die, nor that the officers were greedy for life and afraid of death, but the Japanese army's naval and air superiority was ......

In particular, in order to transport supplies, many soldiers in the battalion of old tobacco pouches did not even have guns at all, and only carried a flat shoulder.

"Thousands of kilometers away from us, there are two artillery squads of devils, and when we left, I brought them to him."

When he said this, the soldiers present couldn't help but look at each other.

"Handy" is so easy to use, and suddenly I feel that this guy in front of me is a little unreliable, and the devil's artillery can be said to be the end?

Just when everyone was silent, suddenly a German sentence came,

"Second Lieutenant, I'll go with you."

He has been re-armed and has changed into a M35 steel helmet. Raul, with the help of the medics, slowly walked out.

Sure enough, when the German came out, almost everyone present maintained their uprightness and increased their awe.

The squad leader of the crowd, wearing an M35 steel helmet, immediately stood up and saluted.

"You, forget it"

Seeing that his face was slightly flushed, Zhang Sixing knew that it was a morpho-brown strength that had not yet passed, and he would be quite painful in about four hours.

"Let them carry you to the Sixing Warehouse, and we'll see you there."

"That's not good, I'm your orderly, how can such a stinging thing as a night attack be without me."

Speaking of this, this thing also winked at Zhang Sixing, and even glanced at others.

At this time, the young squad leader wearing an M35 steel helmet, although extremely tired, but with bright eyes, came out of the ranks,

"Sir, I'll go with you, I'm from the 87th Division, and I call Hu Yang and there are eight soldiers under him."

Looking at the young squad leader named Hu Yang in front of him, he nodded, and Zhang Sixing turned his eyes to look at the rest of the people.

Li Youtian, the big tobacco bag, faced Zhang Sixing's gaze, lowered his head and didn't dare to make eye contact with him, but only quietly looked at him from the corner of his eye.

Seeing that he didn't speak, he pursed his lips and the bearded Guan Shijie glared and said,

"Mom, I'm going to be a good man, even if I die for eighteen years, I'm still a good man. Sir, I have a total of forty-eight ......"

"Ahem"

Seeing that the situation was almost over, Zhang Sixing coughed and raised his hand to stop the chaos on the spot.

He gave the order, and he had no intention of consulting them.

"Battalion Commander Li, we will start in a while, and your side will concentrate the main force and rush in the direction where I came, there is only less than one class of devils in that place. If ......"

When it came to if, Zhang Sixing's eyes fell on Li Youtian, knowing that he was a soldier and would understand what he meant.

Hearing the meaning of Zhang Sixing's words, Li Youtian turned his mind around.

The German-speaking commander was right, they would fight to attract the attention of the devils, and our whole battalion would break through.

But he said, "If ......," he stopped and didn't say anything, just looked at him.

I wondered what "if" meant.