1937, October 27, 03:30.

"Big brother...... Big brother, we are surrounded by devils. ”

Li Youtian, an old cigarette pouch who was staring at the mine, was startled, turned around and met the small footsteps, and grabbed the deputy battalion commander who came to report.

"Bashi, what kind of sprinkle are you going to do? The ghost said that he could see that the warehouse was blocked, and rushed over to sprinkle. ”

"Big brother, big brother is not rushing, the devil's firepower is too fierce, the babies rushed, and more than a dozen died."

"Staring, just like the previous times."

Turning his face and sternly commanding the soldiers who were ready to pull the ray, he turned his face and rushed out of the bunker and ran towards the back with the deputy battalion commander Ba Shi.

Fifty meters, fifty meters on the battlefield is the boundary between life and death, the difference between the front and the rear.

The two stumbled through the crumbling buildings and ran to the battle line amid gunfire.

It was a low, three-story building that had been low for a few nights, but it had been occupied by the army, and it was pouring fire on the soldiers of the miscellaneous barracks everywhere.

The smoke of the explosion rose, the smoke of gunpowder and the smell of blood filled the air, and the shouts and roars turned the originally quiet retreat into a chaos before the rout.

"Don't mess up, don't mess up, hide behind your burden, someone with a gun fires......"

Shouting, the box cannon in his hand "snapped" into the sky.

The crisp sound of box cannons lifted the chaotic hearts of the soldiers.

Regardless of whether the soldier or the officer, there is still respect for the shrewd battalion commander.

They scurried behind the vegetables or meat they were carrying.

But some of the soldiers only glanced at the old cigarette pouch and became angry, and ran over and kicked a cargo, and he lay behind the ammunition box with his head in his hands.

Angry old cigarette pouch Li Youtian scolded,

"The girl raised it, and the grenadier canister came to wrap your skin, and there is nothing left. Get out of the way and hide behind that pork burden......"

The little soldier who was kicked and only held a flat pole saw that it was the battalion commander with a big cigarette pouch in his mouth, and the panic on his face dissipated a little on his dusty face.

Their battalion can be said to be a family battalion, and no matter the officers and soldiers in it, they are all people with cornered relatives. Therefore, the prestige of the old cigarette pouch Li Youtian in the camp is unmatched.

Seeing the little soldier crawling and hiding behind a pork burden, the old cigarette pouch Li Youtian was temporarily safe.

With the deputy battalion commander Ba Shi hiding behind the ruined wall of a building, he looked forward with a cigarette pouch in his mouth, and in a blink of an eye he understood why the team could not move forward.

The three buildings were all guarded by Japanese soldiers, and the tracer bullets fired by them rained down like a torrent of bullets.

On my side, almost all of them are dilapidated low-rise buildings.

Although nearly 100 soldiers with guns shot desperately, their firepower could not suppress the firepower of the Japanese army at all.

On the contrary, from time to time, soldiers were hit by the opponent's bullets and grenadiers, and let out heart-rending screams.

"Alas, we're too slow, and we can't afford to leave anything behind......"

Hearing the sigh of the old cigarette pouch, the deputy battalion commander Ba Shi was also silent.

They are accustomed to being poor, and they are really reluctant to let so many weapons, ammunition, food, meat, and vegetables fall into the hands of others.

The explosion of the "boom" grenadier rang out, and the choking smoke and smoke shrouded the old cigarette pouch and the deputy battalion commander like a hood.

Resisting the vertigo caused by the explosion,

"Bashi, tell the brothers not to mess up, but to resist. In addition, find a few fast babies to go around to find Chief Zhang, he knows that he will definitely come to save us. ”

No matter how he gave the deputy commander An Xin, looking at the chaotic situation on the battlefield, he knew that the miscellaneous battalion would not last long.

For a while, the thunder laid in the back was clean, and the front could not break through......

At this moment, the people led by Zhang Sixing almost clashed with the defenders in the Sixing warehouse.

"Sudden ......"

There was a dry sound of Czech-style "quack", and bullets swept near the troops with fire slips.

Didn't we send Li Jixian to contact him, why did they do it......

But on the battlefield, Zhang Sixing couldn't be allowed to think, he waved to the troops behind,

"Concealment...... Hidden ......"

Hansen on a big carriage. Raul also waved his hand, urging the soldiers below.

"Hansen, do you really want to die, get out of the damn carriage, maybe it's occupied by devils, and the cannon squad will push the cannon up for Lao Tzu."

There is nothing good to be tempered when coming down from the battlefield.

In this kind of attack, they often think about striking first or something.

"No fire is allowed without an order."

Shouting to his subordinates, Zhang Sixing picked up the periscope observation scope and looked forward.

He didn't understand, what happened to the Four Elements Warehouse, it was said that that place should not be easily fought by devils.

Dense gunfire and explosions could be heard in the distance, which was the direction of the retreat of the battalion, and it seemed that they might not have arrived yet.

Someone ran to his side in the dark, gasping for air,

"Got a wound?"

"Damn, which one is damn if it didn't hurt much, I'm going to kick his ass hard when I go in for a while."

Hansen. Raul's noisy voice was like a machine gun-bullet, full of gunpowder and cruelty.

"Sir, what the hell is going on with that Lee, is he captured?"

"Quack Quack ......"

Another series of machine gun-sub-bullets swept overhead, Zhang Sixing's heart was a little angry, and he turned around and whispered,

"Guan Shijie, Hu Yang, take my backpack."

"To"

Someone deliberately lowered his voice in return, and then the person came to him like a cat, without touching anything.

This must be Guan Shijie, who practiced in the mountains and forests, and at first glance he is an old driller.

The other figure, in accordance with the teachings of the military, leaped between hidden objects.

"Sir."

When he arrived, he took the rucksack he handed over, and Zhang Sixing began to arrange while changing his clothes.

"You and Hu Yang led our men, including machine guns, in two teams to prepare for a pincer offensive."

In the dark, Guan Shijie and Hu Yang could be seen nodding.

As soon as Hansen heard that he was excluded from the attack again, he was about to speak, when he listened to Zhang Sixing's order,

"If I don't shoot, no one will do anything, if I shoot, Hansen will have to suppress them if he runs out of shells."

"Sir, those bastards deserve to be spanked. Sir, I'll go to the cannon. ”

Happily scolded his mother in German, Hansen. Raul crept his way to where the two guns had been arranged, and almost instantaneously heard his stiff German reprimand.

"Isn't your commander trained well, the cannon bunker is like this......"

Guan Shijie and Hu Yang heard his low roar, turned their heads to look at each other and laughed.

On the way here, I heard the brethren of the fire team say that Hansen. Raul was indeed German, strict, dogmatic, and rigid.

At this time, Zhang Si had already reverted to the appearance of a "dark night hairy monster", and his fingers smeared the shades of green oil paint on his face.

"Prepare your manpower, slowly touch forward, no matter who is in the warehouse, if you don't let Lao Tzu in, Lao Tzu will go in."

In his previous life, he was an extreme sports enthusiast, Zhang Sixing basically lived in the mountains, and he dealt with snakes more often than with people.

Although there are many people I interact with in this life, most of them are Germans.

For those people in China who like to talk around the bend and do things like to pit people, it is a good choice to put a gun on the head.