Chapter 450 The situation is getting worse (Month 4)
After raising his wrist diagonally, Hu Biao used the "Big Red Nine" shell gun in his hand to greet him with a shot.
In the sound of gunfire, a 9mm Mauser pistol bullet, after flying over a distance of more than 80 meters, still directly hit a man who was running at the back because he sprained his ankle.
German officer's vest.
Mainly during the firing, the shell gun with huge recoil was as docile as a little sheep in Hu Biao's hands.
Suddenly, such an unlucky German officer fell to the ground.
He fell into the snow that was now 30 centimeters thick, and the hot blood soon stained a large area of the snow.
On a piece of pure white snow, a large mass of dazzling blood was stained.
At the same time, these German soldiers retreated in embarrassment, which meant that the tug of war for an unknown number of times was now over.
The evil villains are protected by our great motherland.
Thanks to Comrade Steel's wise guidance and these major contributions, as well as the minor contributions of a small number of new regiments fighting hard, they were defeated once again.
But for Hu Biao, the record of him and his men killing and injuring sixty or seventy German soldiers in such a battle was simply unimportant.
The important thing is whether he can find some food from these corpses in the next time.
Use it to fill up my stomach. It seems that I haven't had a full belly for several days.
What the heck! As the commander of a Central Continent team and the de facto commander of the new regiment, no matter how awesome his status is, he still does not receive any preferential treatment.
He wakes up earlier than a chicken every day, eats less than a dog, and works harder than an ox.
After such a long time, let alone a man like him who has the blood of a junior Wolverine, he is now somewhat unable to withstand it; even the iron-made King Kong still cannot withstand it.
Therefore, after every battle, Hu Biao would happily grab his opponent's body.
I hope I can find a little bit of food from the other person's body to deal with a bite; although such a search is basically not very likely.
No! Hu Biao took the German Lieutenant who was shot to death, grabbed his collar with one hand and turned it over.
Before even starting to search, I sighed silently in my heart, knowing that there was a high chance that I would be disappointed again this time.
The reason is simple. The lieutenant is still wearing autumn clothes in the current temperature.
Even though it was obvious that he had put on all the clothes he could find, he only had several sweatshirts and jackets on him.
Facing the power of winter at Mao Zi's house, this approach really has little effect.
As a result, Hu Biao did not find any food on the lieutenant's body.
In the end, except for pulling out a Ruger pistol that had been captured a lot from the holster on the opponent's waist, he didn't want to touch any other junk.
Naturally, Comrade Lieutenant Hu Biao did not need to do it himself to clean up the battlefield and collect these corpses.
After tightening his belt to make his stomach less upset, Hu Biao began to patrol the battlefield.
That's right! The time at this moment is already October 9, 1942. It's around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and the temperature during the day has dropped to minus 10 degrees Celsius.
The coldest temperature at night is just shy of minus 20 degrees Celsius, but not much different.
At this point in time, the Dzerzhinsky Tractor Factory was still firmly in the hands of Mao Zi.
Among them, the existence of the new corps can be said to have played a key role.
Of course, in order to achieve such a goal, the New Corps paid a huge price.
When we first arrived at the tractor factory, there were still more than 500 new troops. Now, including those who are slightly injured and can continue to fight, there are still just over 200 people.
In the wounded barracks, there were already hundreds of seriously injured soldiers lying there.
It's just that under such a situation, the biggest difficulty Hu Biao and the others currently face is not the decrease in combat effectiveness caused by the large number of personnel killed or injured.
Rather, there is a huge need for food in the increasingly cold weather.
The colder the weather, the more calories are needed and more food needs to be supplemented. This is a natural law that cannot be changed and there is no way to do it.
If we say that in such a difficult situation, there is something for the Zhongzhou team to be thankful for.
That is, after such a day, although the fighting at Mamayev Heights was fierce; the German army had even occupied part of the position.
However, after Maozi's side continued to fill the troops into such a bottomless pit, it still had not completely lost its position at this moment.
And it seems that it won't be completely lost in such a while.
But Hu Biao and the others also knew that it was impossible for the system to let Hu Biao and the others do nothing and just go through the second stage of the task like soy sauce.
Once something happens at Mamayev Heights, it will be a life-threatening situation...
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He casually inspected the battlefield and asked Lao Yang to help him keep an eye on it and repair the fortifications that were damaged in the battle one by one.
Hu Biao walked towards Workshop No. 7, which was their base camp, while rubbing his shoulder that was aching from the gun butt in the previous battle.
At that time, he still had a more important thing to do.
After walking into Workshop No. 7, which seemed quite warm because there were many fires lit and the windows were boarded up.
Hu Biao's ears miraculously filtered out the screams of the seriously wounded in the battle just now, because there was no anesthetic in the treatment.
There are also those hairy girls acting as nurses, beautiful figures constantly running back and forth.
After opening his mouth, he shouted loudly towards the cooking class area in the corner:
"Is there anyone in the cooking class now? If so, please come and come over to my place."
Under Hu Biao's loud voice, he carried a ZK383 submachine gun behind him.
He was a husky who fought when he had trouble, helped with the cooking when he had nothing to do, and was even often sent by Hu Biao to go to the equipment workshop to learn skills.
Wearing an aunt's apron, she ran over in a hurry.
He asked with some confusion: "Lao Hu, what's going on with you? I was just about to make soup, and today the deputy director of the factory sent me some radishes.
Eat radish in winter and ginger in summer! Once this thing is done, its nutritional content is almost the same as that of ginseng.”
I ignored the ridiculous floral apron on this guy and the ridiculous claim that a few radishes stewed could not compete with ginseng.
After Hu Biao opened his mouth, he asked the most critical question:
"What! How much food do we still have? Can we add 50 grams of food to each meal? Otherwise, if we continue like this, our bodies will collapse, and we won't be able to complete the task."
"Pull it down! Where are the food reserves?" the husky said with a wry smile.
"If we follow the original food rations, the little reserve we have left can barely sustain us for two days, but with the addition of 50 grams, we now have 350 wounded people and nurses.
Believe it or not, I can give you a clean house with just a little food reserve in one day at most~"
After hearing such words, Hu Biao's face was colder than the cold air outside...
After the food reserves were exhausted, everyone was left without snacks and could only rely on the small amount of food provided by the steel plant. Of course, Hu Biao could not tolerate this situation.
Under such circumstances, Hu Biao said again: "Saipan~"
No! He should have shouted: "What a liar, come here quickly."
In the midst of such a shout, I was standing at the door with several armed tractor factory workers carrying rifles on their backs, smoking cigarettes with rolling horns, and making a big fool of themselves with saliva flying around.
He immediately ran towards Hu Biao and shouted impatiently:
"What's going on? When I was chatting happily, Comrade Totovsky was planning to introduce his sister to me. I heard that she is a beautiful girl with big braids."