After several of the explosive packets prepared for the heartless cannon were fired from large oil barrels in the previous period, there are now 13 left.
So after everyone's research, we decided to send 5 live mines up there for the first time.
The rest depends on the situation, and appropriate adjustments and additions will be made after each battle.
Therefore, in addition to Chen Shipeng, a former street fighter in Shanghai, four indigenous warriors are also required to sign up voluntarily.
Very lucky! Hu Biao didn't have to make any tricks to get enough volunteers to sign up; but he would rather not have such luck at the moment.
I don’t know why, but those who signed up were all seriously injured among the indigenous people?
Perhaps they think that they have little chance of surviving, and even if they survive, they will be a waste and a burden to their families.
Because among the Guojun in these days, there is no talk of generous pensions and future care of life.
In this way, they would rather die in battle in exchange for a relatively generous life-saving payment for their families and an extra chance to survive in this difficult year.
As a result, an extremely heartbreaking moment unfolded for Hu Biao and others:
A boy with a ring of fluff hanging from the corner of his mouth, who in the modern world should still be playing chicken in an Internet cafe without classes, and who is in the king's grade, crawled all the way to Hu Biao.
During this period, Yang Dongli and others tried to step forward to help, but they were politely pushed away.
After crawling behind Hu Biao, he spontaneously grabbed handfuls of things from the pile of belongings on the ground and put them into a small cloth pocket.
After filling his small pocket, he put on a flattering smile and said to Hu Biao with a smile:
"Sir, my name is Wang Sangui. I live in Dahuaishu Village in Shenjiadian, Jiaxing. If you go to the village and find a random person, you can find out where my home is by asking about the home of Carpenter Wang who died drunk in the 23rd year of the Republic of China.
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After saying that, he carefully handed over the bulging little cloth bag in his hand.
Of course Hu Biao could understand what the other party meant, so after taking the bag, he looked back at the swordsman holding a piece of charcoal, who was recording the address with a "shuashua~".
Gritting his teeth, puffing out his chest, he solemnly promised:
"Don't worry, brother Sangui, as long as I, Hu Biao, don't die in Luodian, even if I am injured, maimed or disabled, this bag of things will be delivered to your family."
After making sure, he handed the bag to the swordsman and asked him to mark it.
Then, he picked up a can of spirits from the ground and said:
"Brother Sangui! Let's have a bowl of wine to strengthen our courage. This kind of thing will go away quickly as soon as you pull the fuse. In fact, it doesn't hurt at all.
Also, you can also use the radio to leave a few words to your family. Although your family can't hear it now, the radio station has recorded it, so maybe there will be a chance in the future."
After hearing this, Wang Sangui, who took the can, also imitated Chen Shipeng's bold appearance and planned to drink it all in one gulp.
The problem is, this guy who looks like an honest guy has never drank such a strong drink before, but after drinking half of it, he started coughing violently.
After Wang Sangui drank the last can of spirits, he was obviously a little drunk.
But after taking over the microphone, this honest and arrogant young man was far less eloquent than Chen Shipeng. He still muttered for a while, not knowing what to say.
Just when Hu Biao was about to say something, Brother Wang San made an unexpected move.
While he was kneeling on the ground, he respectfully held the microphone in his hands and held it in front of him, while his head began to kowtow to the microphone.
He shouted one word loudly and repeatedly: "Mother, mother, mother~"
The position where he was kowtowing happened to be a cracked bluestone, so after kowtowing for only a few times, Wang Sangui's forehead was completely red.
Just looking at it makes people feel so painful.
But Wang Sangui himself seemed to have no feeling, and kept kowtowing "Duang, Duang~", causing mottled blood stains to begin to appear on the bluestone.
Such a scene made everyone moved.
Others were doing better. The black Chinese medicine practitioner, who had always had a huge shadow in his heart because of the death of that talkative little brother Ding Ergou, finally couldn't help but explode.
He smashed a roll of gauze in his hand and wanted to rush forward to replace the other party; he would rather act as a damn living mine himself, so that this little brother could survive.
As a result, as soon as he moved, he was held down by orthopedic surgeon An Tusheng.
The orthopedic surgeon lowered his voice and cursed:
"Why are you so anxious? Wait for your kid to die, but before you die, make arrangements for all the wounded. When the time comes, your kid will go first, and I will follow~"
Under such a sentence, the 37-year-old black doctor of traditional Chinese medicine cried like a child...
About 10 minutes later, the first batch of five live mines were delivered to the pile of corpses in front of the position with the help of others, or even being directly carried.
Perhaps considering the purpose of sending these people off on their last journey, Hu Biao personally helped Chen Shipeng out.
Then I saw with my own eyes that after Chen Shipeng put on a Japs uniform, he applied a white liquid on the face of a Japs with half of his head rotten, and he didn't mind at all.
In the past, such a scene would have made Hu Biao extremely sick.
But now, he only has a calmness that looks down on life and death, and a madness after being suppressed by jealousy.
*****
At 3:12 pm on the 28th, a new Japanese attack began again.
There is no doubt that their relevant personnel definitely listened to the special program of Tianyin Radio and learned about the current predicament of the salient position and what they were waiting for for help.
Because this time the Japanese attack, the troop strength is at least three times that of the last time and more.
It can be seen from this that the Japanese must know something.
After all, the city of Magic City has been infiltrated and operated by the Japanese for many years. It can be said that the news channels are often even better than those of the Guojun.
The strange thing is that in the face of such a fierce battle, the situation on the salient position is strange and terrifying.
This weirdness does not mean that there is no movement at all on the battlefield.
No! The mortars, MG34 general-purpose machine guns, ZB26 Czech light machine guns, and several types of rifles on the position were all firing like rain of bullets. The loud sound of gunfire became intensive from the moment they arrived at the station.
Got up.
The specific weird thing is that during such a crazy firing process.
Hu Biao, who usually curses at every little thing, and netizens who are accustomed to swearing, didn't even say a single word out of his mouth.
Such a scene undoubtedly made the Japanese commanders on the attacking side very uncomfortable.
You know! According to the little information they urgently obtained, the lieutenant colonel and deputy battalion commander named Hu Biao on the salient position was a bluffing guy.
In fact, what they don't know is that Hu Biao and others are holding a huge amount of resentment in their hearts, just waiting to explode.
In this situation, when the Japanese troops advanced to a position of 450 meters, suddenly a huge explosion occurred in their attacking formation.
Unprepared, the Japanese side suffered huge losses.
The dozen or so Japs at the center of the explosion simply disappeared from the spot; the twenty or so Japs further away seemed to have been hit in the head with a big stick, and they fell down with their heads raised.
After seeing this, the commander attacked a Japanese major and closed his eyes in great pain.
He knew that most of his team that had been recruited was destroyed in this explosion alone.
Because just like the few warriors who returned to the rear after being knocked down by such huge explosive charges, some of the lucky ones may seem fine on the spot and even be able to continue fighting.
But after retreating, those warriors might have been eating and joking just a second ago.
The next second later, these people will vomit blood, and their nostrils and eye sockets will bleed. By the time they are sent to the field hospital, they will be completely dead.
According to the emergency autopsy, it was found that the injured person's internal organs had been severely ruptured in many places due to the huge impact.
In response, the warriors of the empire actually became fearful of war.
As a result, during this attack, they paid special attention to the thrown explosive packets; not only did they prioritize artillery fire for suppression and defense, but they also took evasive actions.
But who would have thought that the defenders would change their tactics again.
At this moment, the battlefield in front of the position had not been cleaned for at least two days, and the corpses of soldiers from both sides were scattered everywhere.
It is extremely difficult to find the lurker when you are caught off guard.
I just thought about the consequences if the brigade commander fails to capture the opponent's position before the attack, he will commit seppuku himself.
The Major, who was extremely bitter in his heart, issued orders loudly:
"Further slow down the advance. Everyone, please pay attention to your steps. As long as you find any suspicious personnel, no matter what kind of military uniform they are wearing, you can shoot in advance."
In order to secure the target position, he no longer cared about the wounded on his side who might still survive on the battlefield.
I don’t know if this method worked, but the attacking troops did not encounter any violent explosions during the next 100 meters or so of advancement.
Then, he saw a corpse with a face covered in brains, and suddenly smiled to himself.
The smile was full of contempt for himself.
Then he saw many of his warriors, including himself, flying into the sky like a tattered doll.
This was also the last scene that the Major saw before his death...