The person in charge who led the team up this time was still an old acquaintance of Hu Biao and the others, Peng Ji, the messenger of the Third Battalion Commander.
I don’t even know if such a newbie in the workplace has completely hated the Third Battalion Commander.
Anyway, after coming up this time, this little messenger did not need to continue to return to the third battalion, and was directly transferred to the supplementary battalion.
After hearing such a statement, Hu Biao patted this young man on the shoulder speechlessly.
The main reason is that this little brother still looks indifferent at this moment, as if he has no idea what being transferred to the supplementary camp means to his future.
That means there is no future at all and it is a complete failure.
After an afternoon of fighting, the spot on this guy's left shoulder was also damaged.
It shows that other positions in Luodian are not so calm and relaxed this afternoon.
At the same time, based on some details, Hu Biao could also see that in the eyes of his allies and Shangfeng, he was really a piece of shit and no one wanted to deal with him.
On the one hand, the commander of the third battalion still did not show up, and no officers from the 67th Division showed up to express condolences to these great heroes who, in fact, could be said to have made great contributions to holding the position.
This is obviously a rhythm of keeping a distance and not wanting to get yourself into any trouble.
On the other hand, Hu Biao knew at a glance that the hundreds of people who came to support were just a bunch of fish, whose combat effectiveness was very questionable.
But Hu Biao didn't care. It would be nice to have someone to support him and act as a living mine.
As for whether they can't change their minds for a while, maybe it's not a question of how willing they are for the time being? It's okay, as long as they fight on this damn position for a while, they will be willing after a while.
It is also worth mentioning that when the messenger brother Peng Ji came up this time, he brought a thick stack of letters of appointment.
The difference is that compared to last time, Hu Biao really doesn't care about such frivolous things.
Therefore, when Hu Biao picked up these letters of appointment and looked at them for a few times, he suddenly felt a little amused; because there were only two letters of appointment concerning him, Hu Biao.
The first one was issued earlier, probably around 10 o'clock this morning. At that time, Hu Biao was not using the radio to control his show.
Therefore, Hu Biao, who was not considered a stinker in the eyes of the senior officials at that time, was the deputy leader of the group.
In this letter of appointment, I was speechless to find that I had been promoted again and became the official leader of the Second Security Regiment of Jiangsu Province, which was only in name only and was waiting to be formed after the war.
In terms of personal military rank, he is also an awesome colonel.
It can be said that with a little effort, maybe the old Hu family, a poor peasant for eight generations, can produce a general.
The second letter of appointment is a bit nonsense. It should have been issued by the Chief Minister's Department not long ago, about 3 o'clock in the afternoon. By this time, the matter had already become a big deal.
Without asking anyone for confirmation, Hu Biao knew that the big shots on the other side must dislike him very much.
Therefore, in such a new letter of appointment, Hu Biao gave a nonsense reason:
Taking people without permission to make "pork stewed vermicelli" in the military camp caused thick smoke, which caused great security risks to the military camp and may lead to artillery attacks by the Japanese.
In the end, the serious Hu Tuanzuo, who didn't even sit on his butt, was masturbated several times in a row.
Now, he is Captain Hu Company Commander again, bracket: temporarily responsible for commanding the supplementary battalion.
Moreover, because of Hu Biao's influence, Yang Dongli and other veterans were demoted one after another, and everyone suffered a loss.
Among them, people like Yang Dongli are okay. After being demoted, they have the title of second lieutenant and platoon leader, and they can be regarded as more or less serious officers.
But Xu Feng and others are now holding the title of sergeant and not even a warrant officer, which is quite nonsense.
Fortunately, this kind of downgrade is done by everyone, so it can be said that the elder brother should not laugh at the second brother.
"What the heck! Some frivolous titles, can these things be eaten?"
After laughing and cursing, Hu Biao threw away the letter of appointment in his hand; then, the ink-stained pieces of paper began to fly on the battlefield with a gust of wind.
Of course, these things are not useless at all.
At least one of them, when the wind flew to the side of Jason, the fake foreigner who was lying on the ground, the eyes of this big chimney who was worried about finishing his cigarettes suddenly lit up.
He tore off a piece with his own hands, rolled up five or six cigarette butts on the ground, and rolled them into a large horn.
After lighting this big horn and taking a puff, the guy choked like a dog...
Of course! Everyone in the 67th Division still disliked Hu Biao, and the people in the supplementary battalion were so powerful that they still had some bottom lines in doing things.
For example, when these people came up, each of them had at least one Hanyang-made or Chinese-style rifle in their hands; they also had four grenades hanging on their butts, so they didn't come up empty-handed.
Unfortunately, their weapons and equipment are limited to the above.
There is no heavy firepower at all. Not to mention bringing a Maxim, there is not even a Czech light machine gun. It is not as good as the firepower of the guerrillas in the TV series.
In addition, they brought some cold steamed buns and a load of water, so that the hungry people could eat a bite.
But this time there weren't even any pickles, and it was so exhausting to eat.
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"Brothers, hold on tight. By staying here until now, the bride has already been married. She is just waiting for us to enter the bridal chamber and be happy. But we must not let our legs weaken at this time."
During a certain break in the battle, Hu Biao yelled like this.
Even in such a powerful voice, Yang Dongli and other surviving veterans could still hear that Hu Biao, who had been scolding him for a day, was actually in a good mood now.
Then, with a good mood.
Hu Biao pulled out the two shell guns from his waist with a 'swish~' and fired the bullets from the two shuttles with a 'pop~'.
Even though Hu Biao had fired too many times in the continuous battle for too long.
So much so that his physical fitness, which is basically equivalent to that of a big animal, is now a bit unbearable. Mainly, the muscles in his arms are aching under the recoil of the pistol firing.
However, thanks to the bonus of "Basic Mastery of Pistol Use", Hu Biao still achieved outstanding results in this round of shell gun fire.
At a position 130 meters away from the position, almost a squad of Japanese soldiers, including sergeants and light machine gunners, totaling 11 people, were all killed by Hu Biao within a few seconds.
Basically, they hit key locations such as the face, chest and abdomen.
Suddenly, such a strong performance by Hu Biao made the Jaapmen, who were always worried about when a huge explosion would happen around them, become even more worried.
Naturally, their offensive determination and fighting courage were also rapidly dissipating.
The current Japanese soldiers are all elite and good, but they are also flesh and blood, and they will also feel fear and terror...
There is a reason why Hu Biao was filled with excitement and shouted the above.
Thank God! In the midst of the torture that lasted like a year, and the comrades around me were constantly killed and seriously injured in the process, the time finally came to 2:30 in the morning on the 29th.
In other words, if you stay up for another half hour, it will be 3 o'clock, and the system's second phase of the damn task will be completed.