"How could it be you, Lao Guo, do you want to fight so hard, ...... here"

Unexpectedly, it was Guo Liangjun who came, and he was followed by a small group of green skins who looked like gangsters.

He didn't look at them much, but saw the group behind them.

About forty or so soldiers wearing M35 steel helmets, all empty-handed, and even a few wounded soldiers wrapped in bandages.

"They ......"

"We rescued them all, the devils in the field hospital didn't take it seriously, only the detachment, and it didn't take much to save them. They want to come back to the war. ”

As he spoke, he gestured to the man behind him,

"This ...... This ......"

Without waiting for his introduction, suddenly a group of soldiers wearing M35 steel helmets gave a military salute.

In the blink of an eye, Hansen. Raul was casually holding the cigarette in his palm and inhaling, and came to him to report in German,

"Sir, we've put on the wagon, and we've put on the cannon......"

glanced at the soldiers who were saluting him, nodded casually and continued to report,

"We are understaffed, and I am afraid that it will be ...... to clean up the battlefield"

Raise your chin at the new soldiers, and Hansen. Raul's cigarette butt lit a cigarette,

"They're yours, let them all change into Japanese uniforms. Pick some people out and pretend to be prisoners, you are too lonely. ”

"Yes"

"Snap" knocked on the heel of his boot, and turned his face to face the group of new soldiers, which was another face.

Wave your hand casually in stiff German Chinese,

"Follow me, move fast."

The soldiers were afraid of the German instructor's Yinwei and didn't dare to say much, and they didn't even dare to salute Zhang Sixing.

"Brother, thank you for the news."

Although there was no one else in front of him, Guo Liangjun still used Japanese cautiously.

"It's nothing, the military doctors and nurses protect it, and send it to the mountains."

"They go and stay for themselves, and we don't force anyone."

Despite this, he still looked at Zhang Sixing curiously, his shrewd eyes seemed to imprint the equipment on his body in his mind.

I knew what he was thinking, but that wasn't Zhang Sixing's plan.

"Brother Guo, the battlefield is dangerous, take your brother and leave, and have time to talk after the war."

Looking at this strange person in front of him, who must have great skills, Guo Liangjun really has a lot to say and want to ask.

But he also realized that this was not an opportunity, so he hugged his fist at Zhang Sixing, looked at the plan and left.

"Brother Guo, wait a minute, there is something you may be able to help with."

As soon as he heard Zhang Sixing ask him for help, Guo Liangjun responded without even knocking.

"Brothers, just talk about it, ...... in the concession"

Without waiting for him to brag, Zhang Sixing approached him and whispered in Japanese,

"Brother Guo, I have to trouble you to prepare some ordinary people's clothes."

"Brother, you ...... with your skills"

Knowing that he wanted to be crooked, Zhang Sixing said,

"Please, Brother Guo, everything will be explained to Yelena then."

Thinking about it, Guo Liangjun hugged Zhang Sixing without saying anything, and left secretly with a group of "thieves" like guys.

In the end, there were many people and strength, and soon after the 92-infantry guns were mounted on horses, and several baggage vehicles were also loaded with weapons and ammunition.

There was even a squad of thirty or so Japanese marines.

It's a pity that there are either holes or blood stains on those military uniforms, and I just hope that the Japanese soldiers blocking the intersection in the dark night can't see it.

Even Zhang Sixing himself changed into the outfit of a Japanese soldier, and other equipment was stuffed into a backpack and thrown on the carriage.

Hansen. Raul couldn't fit a Japanese soldier, so he had to wear a German military uniform and sit in a carriage as a prisoner of war.

Looking at Zhang Sixing, who was pretending to be a lieutenant in the Japanese Marine Corps, Hansen. Raul covered his eyes with his hands, indicating that he was miserable.

After all, Zhang Sixing is 1.85 meters tall, and the somewhat short military uniform, if he doesn't roll up his sleeves and tuck his pants into riding boots, he is afraid that he will be exposed at a glance.

Zhang Sixing, who was riding on a horse, was at the front of the team, and he waved his hand silently.

The entire artillery squad, along with the soldiers disguised as infantry, marched together to the four rows of warehouses.

In just ten minutes, there was no loud sound on the side of the miscellaneous barracks.

There was only an occasional explosion, and Zhang Sixing guessed that Li Youtian, the old cigarette pouch, must have set up a thunder according to his own ideas.

As a veteran oilman, this idea of "loss" on the battlefield does not have to be taught a second time.

After only using the old cigarette pouch once, Li Youtian understood that this was a special method to deal with the chasing soldiers.

According to Zhang Sixing's teaching, the place where the mine is buried is dug into a horizontal hole, and the entrance of the hole is to predict the direction in which the pursuers may come.

Stuff a grenade with a base inside, and if there is explosives, fill it with a piece.

Outside, there were a few grenades with strings tied to stones, and then outside it was covered with thick broken bricks.

I also seriously asked someone to find a toilet and get a few buckets of dung to pour on the broken bricks and tiles outside, but the smell of the province was smelled by the devils.

As for the strings, they are really exquisite, and the thunder strings are connected to the strong rope far away, which is about six seconds for people to run.

It can run about 50 meters on the field, no more than 20 meters on the battlefield, and even 10 meters.

After all, the battlefield is to be guarded against mines and cold guns.

These thunder strings are connected by strong silk threads, and when they reach the place where they are about to trip the strings, they turn and block the way.

If someone were to sound a mine, he and his companions would be attacked by a large-caliber earthen cannon at a very close distance.

Broken bricks and tiles excited by explosives will form a complete killing surface, and its principle of action is similar to that of the "broadsword".

It is rumored that Eagle Sauce researched the "broadsword", or was inspired by our army's "Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flowers" thunder when he was fighting against the eagle stick.

In a dustpan-shaped pit, the explosives are covered with wooden planks and stones, and the marching brigade is specially bombed - "Mine Warfare"

Because Zhang Sixing and their side attacked first, the breakthrough operation of the miscellaneous battalion was quite smooth.

The brigade quickly passed through the passage opened by Zhang Sixing and them.

When the grenades and explosives brought by the baggage battalion were sufficient, Li Youtian, the old tobacco bag, arranged more than 30 minelaying groups to make the cloth repeatedly.

There are tripping mines, there are pull mines, and there are some inexplicable mines that I don't know what they are.

Of course, the Japanese marines didn't want to let the group of miscellaneous soldiers run away, and Funagi Daisa, who had returned to his taste, immediately asked his infantry to chase after him.

But the Japanese soldiers who were running in front only felt as if they were going to hang on to something.

But before he could understand, a fishy smoke suddenly erupted from the diagonal thorn on the opposite side.

Huge swaths of broken bricks and tiles are flying, and that's it.

Buried inside, several grenades tied to the stone were also blown out together.

They flew around, and it took a few seconds for them to explode.

The Japanese soldiers, who were hiding underground for a while, couldn't tell whether it was a mine or an artillery bombardment.

That's all.

But the hot stool heated by explosives has a few meanings, do you want to disgust the dead?