Among the various cries mentioned above, after Wang Fu took the lead to pounce, more than a dozen other people rushed around after asking questions, and seven or eight pairs of arms among them were frantically pulling at the soil.
Trying to use the fastest speed to dig out Hu Biao and others buried in it.
During the whole process, from time to time someone would dig out shrapnel from 105mm artillery shells mixed in the soil, which was still hot at this moment.
Suddenly these hot pieces were on their fingertips, or they caused a blister on the boss's body.
Or the shrapnel's sharp edges, like sharp knives, directly cut their fingers and caused bleeding; but even so, these people had no intention of stopping.
The main reason is that the members of the Zhongzhou team present had to admit this at such a time:
Hu Biao, who usually looks unreliable in his work and is called a desperate commander by them, is the core figure of the Zhongzhou team.
The fact that so many people with different personalities and identities in the team can come together to fight to the death has played a decisive role.
It is precisely this kind of unreliable style of things that has a good effect like a lubricant.
In addition, even the fruit army soldiers on the position admitted it.
Under such a crazy Japanese attack, the Bajialing position might have been lost if it had been replaced by other troops.
But now, like a miracle, it is still firmly in their hands, and every attack by the Japanese side leaves at least hundreds of corpses.
One of them played a key role by jumping around and cursing or being scolded at every turn.
Finally, under everyone's busy work, a gray figure was pulled out of the mud.
As a result, as soon as they saw such a figure and the relatively delicate facial contour, everyone could tell that this was a white-collar AT guy and not their commander at all.
So the poor pretty boy was picked up by his delicate neck by Jason, the fake foreign devil, and thrown out of the trench like a little chicken...
So what! The above statement is of course a joke.
In fact, when the AT was dug out, Jason touched his nostrils and found that the guy seemed to have run out of breath.
In panic, the fox demon was moved to a relatively open area with better air circulation by Jason, and the black Chinese doctor began to provide first aid.
Specifically, it is after cleaning the soil around the mouth and nose to prevent it from blocking the respiratory tract.
I just tried to compress my chest and perform cardiothoracic resuscitation.
During such a process, Hu Biao was also successfully dug out of the soil, and An Tusheng personally rescued him using almost the same measures as black Chinese medicine practitioners.
A little further away, Mad Dog, Jason, Xu Feng and others looked nervous while driving others away so as not to affect the air circulation.
On the other hand, several of them were also ready to take over the chest and abdominal compressions.
The main reason is that through the first aid training given by An Tusheng and others, they know that this kind of chest and abdominal compression must maintain a certain frequency and intensity, which is often a huge physical burden for the rescuer.
So Mad Dog and the others were all prepared to take over if the black Chinese medicine doctor and An Tusheng were exhausted.
In short, no matter whether it is Hu Biao as the backbone or AT as the core combat power of a team, nothing can happen to either of them now.
Commander Hu Biao must not die, and AT is not ready to die yet.
Fortunately, both Hu Biao and AT's physiques were not ordinary. Even after being buried for several minutes, their hearts began to beat again after just a little pressure.
Wait until you drink some precious glucose injection.
Their hearts have completely returned to beating as vigorously as usual, but their minds are slightly confused.
Moreover, such a confused state only lasted for a very short period of time, and then Hu Biao quickly woke up under a sudden stimulus.
It was thirty or forty meters away from Hu Biao and the others, when a shrill cry came.
After turning around and taking a look, everyone realized that during the shelling just now, there was an anti-gun hole hidden by the soldiers of the Guo army, and unfortunately it was hit by a 105mm caliber artillery shell.
The two fruit soldiers hiding inside were also buried inside, and among them was an officer who was a second lieutenant and platoon leader.
After they were noticed by other Fruit Army soldiers and successfully dug them out, the faces of these two people were ashen at that time.
Seeing this, Hu Biao quickly rushed over with An Tusheng and others.
Let Jason, who now has amazing strength due to the tauren blood, help the platoon leader perform cardiac resuscitation.
It's a pity that no matter how hard Jason tried, how standard his posture was, and how he even broke several of the opponent's ribs, the platoon leader didn't react at all.
Not everyone can have as strong vitality as Hu Biao and others.
During such a rescue process, several soldiers from the Guo Army cried and complained that the platoon leader, who was almost fifty years old, had been fighting for almost 30 years.
He is usually like a big brother, taking good care of them, being such a nice person, etc.
After hearing this, Hu Biao felt helpless.
The only thing that can be done is to issue a new order to the swordsman next to him: "They are not in a good mood. Let them withdraw first and repair themselves, and let the next combat team make up for it."
After hearing this, the swordsman quickly made arrangements.
Due to the limited scale of the hilltop position, the 200 reinforcements were divided into seven combat groups by Hu Biao and his companions.
After each battle, according to the actual battle situation, if the loss of personnel is too large, a group of people will be replaced.
Originally, Hu Biao and the others were optimistic that if all seven groups of people were to fill in at once, it would be in the evening.
Then they persisted for a while, and today's battle was over again.
But the actual situation is that the time now is barely until noon, and it is already the time for the fifth group of people to take up the position.
If this situation continues, maybe by 3 o'clock in the afternoon, all 7 groups of people will have filled the battlefield.
As for the reinforcements from the Guo Army, what should we do if all seven groups are disabled?
Of course, we should sort out the remaining soldiers and see if they can be reorganized into two or three combat groups, and continue to fill them up to fight with the Japanese.
Just like that, under the urging of the swordsmen and even being kicked with big feet, seven or eight veterans and about twenty nervous-looking recruits bravely filled the trenches.
It was under the scoldings of the squad leader, veterans and others that they entered the designated combat positions one after another.
You can see there at the foot of the mountain, about one or two hundred Japs in number, scattered into a huge scattered formation.
Heading towards the position on the top of the mountain, he hunched over and slowly advanced.
Then, when the snipers on both sides opened fire in advance, another battle started...
Facts have proved that Hu Biao's idea of holding on until 3 o'clock in the afternoon, which was composed of seven combat groups composed of Guojun reinforcements, was still a great hope.
At about 1:30 noon, the most difficult moment on the position began.
That was after a fierce aerial battle between a group of Flying Tiger fighter jets painted with shark teeth and a group of Japanese fighter jets overhead.
After both sides lost several aircraft, they evacuated the area stained red with blood.
At the same time, during such a period, one transport plane after another took off and landed at Hengyang Airport, bringing box after box of urgently needed supplies to the defenders.
This made Hu Biao and others who saw this scene feel that their perseverance still had some meaning.
At that moment when I was watching the transport plane escorted by the Flying Tigers evacuate.
At that time, Hu Biao still naively thought that he could somehow make the sky quiet for a while. Suddenly, two more fighter jets appeared in the sky, speeding straight towards this direction.
There is no need to see clearly what kind of aircraft these aircraft are.
Just by seeing the plaster mark on the wing, Hu Biao and the others knew that they were in big trouble.
"Original sin, prepare for air defense, and we must not let them drop bombs accurately." Under the huge sense of crisis, Hu Biao shouted so loudly...