Hu Biao also had no choice but to ask Wang Fu to come down from the mountain and find someone to give a message to General Fang. It was quite a helpless matter.
Damn it! Hu Biao still exists.
General Fang is the dignified commander of the 10th Army, with at least the rank of lieutenant general; and if Hu Biao's current rank is truly considered, I don't know if he can be regarded as a deputy section chief.
The status and gap between the two can simply be described in terms of heaven and earth.
The crux of the problem was that without a group of reinforcements, Hu Biao was faced with the crazy Songshan detachment, such a particularly difficult opponent, and he really didn't have much confidence that he could hold out until the allotted time.
To put it another way, even if the team can hold on for such a long time, the number of surviving members of the team will also be punished because it is less than 20 people.
In addition, their mission of persisting until the early morning of the 29th cannot be in vain.
So Hu Biao decided, whether General Fang had thought of this or not, or after thinking about it, he did not dare to make up his mind to do it.
I still plan to use such a guarantee to help General Fang make up his mind, and also to fool some reinforcements into coming.
Of course, the premise is that everything goes smoothly on Wang Fu's trip, that he successfully delivers such a sentence to General Fang, and that General Fang is willing to believe it.
In the following time, after watching Wang Fu leave, Hu Biao adjusted his mood.
If the above idea can be realized, it will naturally be the best result. If not, we will still have to carry on here for the sake of system tasks.
In this way, Hu Biao and the others seized the time to prepare for the mission that was destined to begin soon.
As a result, in the busy work, the empty magazines were filled, and even some damaged firepower points could not be rebuilt in time. Jason, who was in charge of the guard, opened fire.
With a gunshot of "Bang~", this guy who was originally an excellent marksman, after using "Basic Rifle Mastery".
Within a distance of three hundred meters, there is no chance that the bullet will miss.
After one shot was fired, a little bit of the 90-type helmet leaked out of the skull, and the camouflaged helmet was blown away by the bullet.
The owner under the helmet just took the lunch and left.
This also means that a new battle has begun again...
Under the constant fierce fighting, the sky darkened unconsciously.
To put it into perspective, Hu Biao and the others no longer knew, nor did they bother to calculate how many Japanese attacks they had repelled before and after. Anyway, after a day like this, there were definitely double digits.
As the sky was about to darken completely, the Songshan detachment did not show any signs of stopping.
Instead, it seemed that they planned to take advantage of their own personnel to take turns to do some repairs. The defenders on the position did not even have time to take a breath.
Taking advantage of the fact that everyone in such a position was already exhausted after fighting until now, they forcefully captured this damn hilltop position.
Therefore, under their constant searchlights, the intensity of the attack became stronger and stronger...
As he pulled the trigger, the M3 grease gun in the black Chinese medicine doctor's hand fired almost 10 rounds of bullets under a burst of "tat-tat-tat~" fire.
All of them were hit in two hands, the Japanese holding a 38-type lance with a bayonet, chest, abdomen, head and other upper parts of the body.
In an instant, these two devils, who were howling like wild beasts and did not know what they were screaming, died on the spot.
After killing two opponents, the black Chinese medicine practitioner staggered.
Of course, the Type 38 lances in the hands of the two Japs just now, which require a big bolt to be pulled when firing, did not hit the black Chinese medicine doctor.
The reason for this is because of the physical strength of such a middle-aged single.
In such a fierce battle today, it is basically exhausted by now.
Even in such a process, for Black Chinese Medicine, one of the two major doctors in a team, fighting is not his main task, it is still very tiring.
No! With staggering steps, he rushed to the ashtray holding his left chest.
Taking advantage of the not-so-bright sky at the moment, after taking a look at the condition of the wound, Black Chinese Medicine Doctor immediately said:
"Brother, we have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear?"
It's such a hot-tempered time, but he still talks like a showoff, and it's not that the black Chinese medicine doctor is now broken.
Rather, he wanted to use this method to relax the nervousness of the wounded.
I haven't seen many military medics in movies and TV dramas, who are always chattering at the wounded, like a snarky old bird.
That is because they are worried that the wounded may fall asleep, and many will not wake up after falling asleep. This is a kind of battlefield first aid psychology.
Sure enough, after hearing what the black Chinese medicine doctor said, Ashtray smiled bitterly and cursed with a smile: "How long has it been? You are still doing this for me.
Hear the good news first, and then the bad news. If I can only hear one piece of news, people will not be able to bear it."
While he was busy working, the black Chinese doctor said: "The good news is that you can't die, this shot only tore off at most two ounces of flesh under your arm.
The bad news is that you won’t be able to move your left arm for a long time and it must be fixed; because if you move it, it will involve the wound and it will hurt you, kid.”
After hearing that he would not die, Ashtray, a mixing plant worker, completely calmed down.
On the one hand, it was because of the black Chinese medicine doctor’s explanation that he let go of his biggest worry.
On the other hand, the black Chinese medicine doctor had already used many silver needles and inserted as many as a dozen deeply and shallowly near the wound.
I don’t know if this thing is really effective or if it is just a psychological effect.
In short, after being pricked like a hedgehog near the wound, he felt much better psychologically, and the wound that was originally painful like tearing seemed to be less painful.
Just like that, in a very short period of time.
After the black Chinese medicine doctor stained his body, which was originally covered in blood, with more blood stains, he stopped the bleeding on the ashtray, bandaged it, and fixed his arm.
Then the ashtray endured the stinging sensation of ecstasy every time it moved, and went to refill everyone's empty magazines.
Because Hu Biao and the others did not have time to do these things during the battle. In order to maintain the continuity of firepower on the position, every manpower on the Zhongzhou team must be used to the extreme.
After completing such a treatment, the black Chinese medicine doctor can lie down in the trench and open fire without having to travel so hard?
Just kidding! There is no such thing as a good thing.
Five minutes later, the black Chinese medicine doctor was already bending his waist, which seemed to have lost consciousness, dragging his bloody stick along the traffic ditch, towards the hospital they had set up on the reverse slope.
This guy just joined the team last time, and not only did he not gain any bloodline abilities.
In terms of personal physical strength, due to the limited time for exercise, I can't even compare to a good guy. As a result, after a long battle, my tactical movements were deformed due to severe physical exhaustion.
I made a mistake just now and was bayoneted by a Japanese soldier who rushed into the trench.
It's a kind of thing where a knife is stabbed directly through the stomach, and the sharp tip of the bayonet comes out from the back.
With such a serious injury, even if the Jaap who rushed in had his head chopped off by an AT knife in the blink of an eye, the magic stick was basically useless now.
Therefore, the black Chinese medicine doctor is dragging the magic stick who has just finished the hemostatic bandage, and is dragging the magic stick who is mumbling something after losing all his fighting power.
With great difficulty, he rushed towards the safe area on the reverse slope.
After all, after the members of the Zhongzhou team died in battle, they would have points for resurrection and their ratings would be lower.
Adding up the inside and outside is quite a lot of system points, so be sure not to be careless.
During this period, he met Andersen, who was carrying a wounded soldier from the Guo army, and he was moving forward with difficulty as if he were crawling. Suddenly, these two hard-working doctors looked a little sad.
Because they finally understood that it was all a lie that military doctors would be cared for in the team.
With this attitude of acting like a cow, why not join a front-line combat team? What the heck, he was tricked by that grandson of Hu Biao, and now he is on a pirate ship.