"Deputy Battalion Commander, is this true?" Zhang Laojiu looked at the Deputy Battalion Commander.

Ding San was also on the side, looking closely at the deputy battalion commander. His favorite braised pork could not make him take his eyes away.

"Really! The battalion commander was afraid that you wouldn't believe it, so he specially sent me here.

The commander-in-chief has spoken, and the people in the division only went down to the regiment half an hour ago.

If your people don't come, the camp will send someone to inform you.

Behind, bombs are being planted everywhere.

Here, as long as it gets dark, it doesn't have to be six o'clock.

After dark, you must lay mines before leaving. Don't let the enemy follow your tail and catch up.

The commander-in-chief has spoken and all airships will be mobilized tonight to allow us to retreat.

The security platoon in the camp will assign a squad to you. Remember to stay on guard until dark.

Everyone in the back is preparing to retreat. If you are finished here, then...!"

"I understand! I understand! I understand." Zhang Laojiu was so happy that snot bubbles were about to pop out of his nose.

We are finally leaving this hellish place. This hellish place means killing and death... No one has experienced more cruel things in his life than these ten days.

"Let's go! Be careful, you can retreat when it gets dark." The deputy battalion commander patted the two brothers on the shoulders and pointed to the sky outside.

The sun can't be seen on the first floor of the bank. Zhang Laojiu has never looked forward to the sun going down like today.

After lunch, everyone finally calmed down a bit.

The sound of gunfire in the distance sounded like every household setting off firecrackers on New Year's Eve.

The five soldiers upstairs were replaced, and five more soldiers stepped up.

The sentries on the roof also changed their posts, and everyone knew that they were going to evacuate tonight.

Dark clouds still cover the sky, and the clouds at the bottom are very depressing.

The news of the retreat had spread, and everyone was very excited. They looked eagerly at the sky, hoping that it would get dark in the next second.

Ding San and Zhang Laojiu were leaning against a pillar and smoking.

In the Ming Dynasty army, tobacco was a necessity. Every time, it was distributed along with the food bags carried.

In every battle, Ming army soldiers would receive two bags.

A bag contains dry food, usually flatbread, canned beef, and a jug of water.

When logistical conditions are good, there will be apples or oranges.

Of course, there are also two packs of cigarettes. Regardless of whether you smoke or not, they will be given to you anyway.

Another bag contained one hundred and twenty rounds of rifle ammunition, plus three grenades.

This is the lowest ammunition standard for a Ming Dynasty soldier.

One hundred and twenty rounds of ammunition, packed into two small packages.

The bullets in one bag can be used casually, but the 60 rounds of bullets in the other bag can only be used with the permission of the officer.

But to guard this bank, everyone carries a lot of ammunition.

Everyone's satchels were bulging with bullets. Now, Zhang Laojiu regretted bringing so many bullets out.

The satchel was secretly thrown to the ground. This thing usually never leaves the body.

"What? You want to throw it away?"

Ding San had sharp eyes and could immediately guess what Zhang Laojiu wanted to do.

"The one carrying the monster is going to withdraw anyway."

"How many?"

"I didn't count it when I came out. There must have been more than 200 rounds.

After shooting dozens of rounds in the morning, I should have more than a hundred rounds left. What, you’re gone?

That’s all for you! Anyway, there are several boxes in the basement.”

"You're stupid, aren't you?

This thing is worthless to us, but it is a good thing to the Russians in Moscow.

One hundred bullets can be exchanged for this amount." Ding San raised his index finger mysteriously.

"A silver dollar?" Zhang Laojiu's eyes widened. He didn't expect that this thing could be sold for money.

"A piece of silver dollar spent in a brothel will make you happy." Ding San raised his eyebrows, with the word "obscene" written all over his face.

"Give back what you can to Sister Mao. Have you ever played with it?" Zhang Laojiu looked envious, jealous, and disgusted.

"Of course we have played. Last time we went back to Moscow with the airship for two days. The superiors gave us a day off, so we went to play.

The price is cheap and the work is good! There are pimps near the military camp, the kind who can speak Chinese...!"

"Holy shit! Is it true?" Zhang Laojiu felt that he missed something because he didn't follow him back to Moscow last time.

“I’m not going to lie to you, there are plenty of pimps out there, and if you’re not satisfied, you can change it.

Mao Mei is getting old and her waist is so thick." Ding San gestured vividly with his hands.

"Hold!"

"Let me tell you, that hairy girl is white, and you can see the blood vessels on her thighs. If you peck her with your mouth, it will look like a plum blossom has fallen in the snow.

Those hairs are all golden!" Ding San smiled obscenely.

"Gudu!" Zhang Laojiu swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.

"Just show your ability and use chopsticks to rinse the water vat."

"Hey! I said, I don't like hearing what you say.

I'm definitely a big dick, and my hairy sister is so happy. If it wasn't cold, I would take it off for you to see."

No one wanted to hear such words. Ding San really had the urge to take off his pants. However, he was worried about the cold weather and gave up this tempting idea.

"Yo yo yo! It's good to give back to a big guy, but you're the only one with a waist like yours? I...!"

"Boom!" An explosion interrupted Zhang Laojiu's words.

On the sturdy pillars of the bank building, dust kept falling "puff" and "puff".

"Concealed! Shelling!" Zhang Laojiu and Ding San rolled into the space under the stairs.

During shelling, this place should be considered the safest.

This time, the coalition forces used heavy artillery.

Even though they were hiding in a solid building made of reinforced concrete, Ding San and Zhang Laojiu still felt like they were being tossed around like a small fishing boat in a storm.

This reflects the difference between veterans and recruits. Ding San and Zhang Laojiu are both squatting on the ground.

Those new recruits were lying on the ground with their heads in their hands!

The hard cement floor perfectly conducts the vibration caused by the shells.

A recruit was lying against the wall, with a mouthful of blood spurting out from his mouth.

When the bombardment ended, the guy never stood up again.

Ding San took a look and saw that his internal organs must have been shattered.

Those who train new recruits in the rear are also sticks. Can't you tell these people that you can't hug Mother Earth casually on the battlefield?

Zhang Laojiu rushed up to the second floor in a few steps, found a bullet hole and looked outside.

Just looking at it makes my scalp feel numb.

Thanks to the shelling, no less than six Maxims have been carried to the front. Smoke kept coming out from behind some ruins, and you could tell with your toes that there were mortars.

Above his head, there were explosions one after another.

No matter how he called to the two sentries above, there was no response.

It was finished, either deafened or directly blown to death.

Some skirmishers began to leap forward along the ruins.

Every time he took a few steps, he fell down behind some rubble.

The Ming army's machine guns chased and fired, but it was difficult to hit these people.

Zhang Laojiu felt cold and hurriedly shouted to Ding San on the first floor: "San'er, come up."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a soldier shout loudly: "Fuck, what is that?"

Zhang Laojiu looked out along the bullet holes and saw several coalition soldiers pushing something with two tubes this way.

The recruits didn't recognize it, but he did.

The double 25 rapid-fire cannon was used as an anti-aircraft gun in the past. A type of tank was equipped with this thing.

Seeing the pair of 25-inch rapid-fire cannons, they suddenly spurted out two tongues of flame.

Before Zhang Laojiu could issue a warning, the two soldiers beside the machine gun were beaten into many unrelated pieces by a hail of bullets.

The machine gun was a captured Maxim, and its thick shield was smashed into pieces by the rapid-fire cannon shells.

The twin 25 rapid-fire cannons swept sideways, and a row of shells hit the wall like a whip.

The two soldiers hiding behind the wall were cut into two pieces by the waist.

"San'er! Come up here and knock that thing off for me."

Ding San rushed up in a few steps, and when he saw the double 25 rapid-fire cannon, he immediately fell to the ground.

"You're going to kill me, that's a cannon, and what I'm holding is a gun. Can the range be the same?"

"I don't care, if you continue like this, you will be doomed." Zhang Laojiu shouted at the top of his lungs.
Chapter completed!