Under the night, there was the sound of continuous marching footsteps, and from time to time there was the sound of the collision of firearms.

The team did not walk very fast, just because the night was too dark.

Although tonight is a sleepless night for everyone, all the light that can be extinguished has been extinguished.

Naturally, the common people also heard the sound of cannons and gunshots. Bullets have no eyes, so who dares to raise fire in the dark?

So when Zhang Lianjie's battalion passed through a residential area, all they could see was a lone streetlight at the intersection ahead.

The street lamp was emitting a dim light, and there were moths hovering around the street lamp.

"Batalion Commander, are we not going to evacuate Fengtian like this?" At this time, Hu Biao, who was walking with Zhang Linjie, asked in a low voice.

"If you ask me, who should I ask?" Zhang Lianjie was uninterested.

Zhang Lianjie's battalion had three companies, but when he finally gathered his battalion together, he found that their battalion was also missing about fifty people.

Whether they were stabbed to death by Japanese soldiers, stabbed, or disappeared in the dark.

Their battalion lost about fifty men without firing a single shot, and the possibility of coming back was basically zero. As the battalion commander, how could he be in a good mood?

"I remember hearing from the regiment headquarters that the Japanese army that opposes us is only a group of a thousand people, right? Can we still defeat eight thousand against one thousand?" Hu Biao said again?

He did not look at his battalion commander Zhang Lianjie.

The first night was too dark to see clearly, and the second was that he couldn't see clearly because he was so familiar with Hu Biao and knew that Zhang Lianjie's thin face must be dark.

The reason why Hu Biao asked was because he also felt useless.

One thousand Japanese troops beat eight thousand of them, and then they got the order to break out?

As soon as the word "breakout" was mentioned, Hu Biao had the urge to scold his mother.

What the hell is this called a breakout? A thousand people surrounding eight thousand people is like one person surrounding eight people. Is eight people called a breakthrough? This is simply the biggest joke in the world!

"If you keep messing with me, I'll put you in solitary confinement!" Zhang Lianjie was unhappy and acted like a battalion commander.

Zhang Lianjie and Hu Biao had a life-long friendship. During the Zhifeng War last year, Zhang Lianjie certainly saved Hu Biao's life, but Hu Biao also carried Zhang Lianjie back from the battlefield.

The relationship between the two of them can no longer be described as friendship.

Because of this, Zhang Lianjie, who was in a bad mood, found Hu Biao to be annoying, and Hu Biao only maintained his image as a battalion commander in front of everyone.

"I wish there was a room where I could be locked up." Hu Biao muttered in a low voice and stopped talking.

Hu Biao's words stabbed Zhang Lianjie again.

What does Hu Biao mean? That doesn't mean they are still breaking through and even lost their base camp. So how can they put him in confinement?

Zhang Lianjie felt that his teeth were itching.

He also wanted to scold someone, but he didn't know who to scold.

But just as he squeezed the box cannon in his hand, the soldiers in front stopped.

Because they are about to exit this alley.

Naturally, the military camp cannot be in a prosperous place. The place they are going to now is just a slum area, surrounded by squat houses.

"Batalion Commander, Company Commander, what should we do?" At this time, a man standing at the front turned around and asked.

"What should I do?" Hu Biao asked, because the person who spoke in front of him was Mr. Wang.

Battalion Commander Zhang Lianjie walked with their company. Of course they couldn't let the battalion commander walk at the front. There were always leading soldiers in front.

"Didn't you say breakout?" Wang Laomao asked hurriedly.

Yes, since the order was given to break out, there were street lights in front of us. If we walked past, we would be exposed to the bright light. What if there were Japanese soldiers with machine guns in front of us?

"How many Japanese are there in total?" Hu Biao finally vented his pent-up anger.

There is nothing Mr. Wang can do against his own company commander.

There is no such thing as aunt talking in the army!

As a subordinate, I asked my superior for instructions on what to do next. Instead of giving me a clear opinion, my superior even complained. But what should I do? That needs to be made clear!

"Those two at the front go investigate!" Zhang Lianjie said at this time.

After the battalion commander spoke, the company commander naturally became silent again. The two soldiers at the front bowed and walked out with their guns in hand.

As soon as the two of them took two steps, Mr. Wang said in a low voice: "One in front and one in back, you have to cover each other, okay?"

Whose soldiers feel sad?

Company Commander Hu Biao was complaining, but Mr. Wang couldn't help but think about what if there were really Japanese troops in the dark alley opposite.

The vanguard is undoubtedly the most dangerous, and Mr. Wang is really scared. If there are Japanese soldiers on the opposite side, one of his own men will be killed one by one!

So far, their platoon has only killed the soldier who snatched the Japanese gun.

A soldier walked forward with a gun in hand, and everyone's eyes were focused on the soldier's back.

Those who can be the vanguard are naturally veterans.

At this time, the soldier glanced back. He hesitated for a moment, and when he turned back again, he finally pulled the bolt of the gun.

The officers behind him naturally saw the soldier's actions. Although they had orders not to fire, no one stopped him from loading the bullet.

Since he said he was breaking out and was still walking towards the light source in the dark, such a vanguard has become the target of public criticism, and he must be prepared to die at any time.

It is easy to die generously, but to die calmly.

Facing the fear of the unknown is even more psychologically stressful than charging in the face of enemy machine gun fire.

At this time, the soldier started trotting with his gun in hand. He needed to rush through the section illuminated by the streetlight as quickly as possible to the opposite alley, hiding himself in the darkness as well.

How wide can a road be? Under the soldier's hurried running, he quickly ran under the street lamp.

Then his back became clear in the eyes of everyone behind him.

But at this moment, a gunshot rang out!

The people behind saw a red thread passing through the soldier's head at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and then the soldier fell down under the street lamp.

There was a "clang" sound, which was the sound of his rifle falling to the ground.

And in the moment when the gunshot rang out, the alley where Zhang Lianjie's battalion was hiding was filled with the sound of gun bolts being pulled.
Chapter completed!