Facing the scene where the attacking troops had officially begun to take action under the brandishment of a Japs major's samurai sword, Hu Biao received two pieces of news, one good and one bad.
The good news is: they have unexpected reinforcements.
There were 7 people from the county brigade, 3 people from the first district team, and 2 people each from the second and fourth district teams. In total, there were exactly 12 reinforcements per dozen.
Concerning the number of supporting troops, no one on the position had any dissatisfaction.
It was a little less, but looking at the dozens of reinforcements, they looked disgraced, and some even had various injuries on their bodies.
And they brought the news that the captain of the second area team was killed in the battle and the fourth area team leader was seriously injured.
A group of netizens clearly realized one thing: these reinforcements are already the largest support force that can be assembled from other positions.
So what Hu Biao could do was to get the orthopedic surgeon An Tusheng to treat their wounds while the Japanese still had two or three minutes to rush forward.
They also asked the swordsman to distribute some food to them, which was more or less a couple of mouthfuls; maybe in this way, they would not be considered starving ghosts on the Huangquan Road.
The bad news is: the Japs are going crazy, or rather they are already crazy.
After the attack team of more than 200 people was activated, there were at least two squadrons of Japanese behind them, filling the starting position and making relevant preparations.
Even if Hu Biao didn't know that when the one-hour deadline was up, Yamazaki Battalion would be immediately replaced by Matsui Battalion to attack.
But everything in front of us is very obvious: the continuous Japanese attacks will appear again, and they will be changed from the squad level to the brigade level.
However, just like the last time they encountered a sustained attack at the team level, they had no other choice.
Now faced with this scene in front of him, the only thing Hu Biao could do was to raise the shell gun in his right hand and fired 20 times, ready to start fighting.
As for his original Mauser shell gun with the big red nine, it is already stuck on his waist like a toy.
This original one is not broken, but in the previous battle, this relatively scarce 9mm caliber pistol ammunition has long been used up...
Amidst the burst of gunfire from the position, everyone had already shot at their best personal shooting level.
However, the Japs who rushed up as a squadron, after suffering dozens of casualties along the way, still quickly rushed to a position 130 meters in front of the position.
Without any hesitation, Hu Biao gritted his teeth and shouted: "First attack sequence, up~"
This is also their only seemingly effective counterattack method at present.
At this command, the flying falcon, which was selected in the first attack sequence, bit the butt of the cigarette in his mouth to make many teeth marks as if to vent his anger.
Then he grabbed the explosive bag in his hand and started to jump up.
By the way! Flying Falcon is actually not a big smoker, but since the battle started, he will light one whenever he has free time between battles; especially after he smokes the first sequence of attacks, the smoke from his mouth disappears.
Stopped.
On the one hand, this is due to the rigid need when lighting the fuse of the explosive package.
On the other hand, he currently only uses this method to relax the extremely tense emotions in his heart.
"Charging with 10 kilograms of explosives in my arms, my friends will definitely think I'm crazy if I tell you." While he was underestimating this in his mind, the flying falcon jumped up and stepped towards the parapet of the trench.
According to the previously formulated action plan, he needed to rush out at least 30 meters before lighting the fuse with the cigarette butt in his mouth.
Then, a guy rushed into the crowd of Japs and led the Japs into the sky.
There is nothing that can be done about this. When making these explosive packets, because they were worried about being extinguished by the Japanese when they landed, the fuses were cut very short and could only burn for a few seconds before they burned out.
But at this moment, a scene that he didn't expect appeared.
When a pair of hands suddenly grabbed the skirt of his waist, he pulled the flying falcon out of the air and fell to the ground.
Then, he found that the explosive bag in his hand had been snatched away by someone, and the person looked like an AT from a white-collar worker.
"I'm just a loser who can only draw pictures. I'm timid. I can't help but close my eyes when I shoot. I often can't kill a Japanese with several shots. I wet my pants when I was shelled before.
Even when I went out to conduct reconnaissance with Zhui Feng and Zhui Feng stayed alone to block the attack, I actually planned to hide.
Therefore, it is better for me to do this kind of thing, you, the main fighting force, cannot just be wasted like this."
Under the care of the moonlight, the white-collar worker AT spoke calmly, and even talked about the things he had been hiding in with a calm face.
In the process, he also showed an apologetic smile to Feifan.
It seems that after experiencing too many severe beatings from society, the white-collar worker could not change his habit of being polite until he died.
That’s not right! The next second later, the pretty boy with a gentle face started to act like a man. He was still a man to the extreme.
He took the chewed-up cigarette butts in Fei Falcon's mouth without the slightest disdain in his own hand.
The young white-collar worker jumped out of the trench with the explosive bag in his arms and rushed towards the Japanese who were getting closer and closer.
The moment he jumped out of the trench, the young white-collar worker yelled in his own dialect, "You little devil, your father from Jianghuai Sucheng is here."
(I don’t know where AT’s ancestral home is, so I made it up. I can correct it when I see the contact)
This scene was deeply engraved in the eyes of both parties present.
Regardless of what the Japanese thought, Hu Biao would remember this scene for a long time.
At the same time, he was a little surprised by one thing: why are netizens like Mao accustomed to shouting in their hometown dialect at such moments?
Even in the later stages, these guys knew that there was an opponent team.
Even though I understand that such a roar may expose information about myself in the modern dimension and thus pose a danger to personal safety, I still feel a little reluctant to do so.
Later, I thought about it vaguely: it should be a kind of roar that comes from the soul after life and death...
The originally rugged hillside became even worse after fierce battles and repeated shelling.
Holding the explosive pack in his arms and holding a cigarette butt in his mouth, AT started running wildly, one foot deep and one foot shallow.
In fact, even he himself couldn't figure out why he made such a shocking decision. Is this the same person who sat in a bright office every day, blowing on the air conditioner and drawing pictures?
Perhaps, he always felt that there was a pair of chasing-feng eyes behind him looking at him.
But then again, as he stumbled and ran, he was getting closer and closer to the Japanese.
When he saw those faces that were originally fierce but now full of frightened expressions, his heart was filled with indescribable joy.
Of course, facing this danger, the Japanese did not do anything.
Instinctively, they stopped and opened fire at the white-collar workers with all their might.
Perhaps it was because he was too nervous. The first round of bullets flew around the young white-collar worker, but they failed to hit this lucky guy.
After running a distance of 30 meters, the young white-collar worker lit the explosive bag in his hand.
After hurriedly pulling the bolt and reloading the gun, the Japs hit the AT at such a close range, and he was hit three times in the lower abdomen, shoulder, and thigh.
In the unprecedented severe pain, the young white-collar worker burst into tears and fell to the ground.
But before the Japs could get happy, the young white-collar man holding the explosive bag forced himself to roll over, uncovering a small crater that stopped his body...
Three seconds later, the little white-collar worker, who had actually lost all his vitality, rolled to a position about 10 meters away from the Japanese forward.
Then, the explosive bag with the fuse burned to the end exploded.
The air wave generated in an instant knocked down half of the dense team of Japanese soldiers on the spot.
The remaining Japanese soldiers staggered under the impact but survived, but their faces were pale and they had lost all courage to fight.
However, after biting his lip, Hu Biao continued to roar:
"Not enough, keep preparing the explosive pack~"
But Feifeng, who was about to reach out for the explosive pack, was stopped again; this time it was Xu Feng who came forward, even his arms were scrapped in the previous battle.
This guy was deafened by the explosion an hour ago.
Smiling, he said to Feifan: "That pretty boy from AT is right. Who else can do this kind of thing to wastes like us? But please tie the explosive bag to me, and add a grenade and connect it with a rope."
The fuse was connected to my mouth.
My hand is really useless, please help me arrange it~"
Xu Feng's voice finally fell, and several voices took over: "Count me in~"
Looking at these pale but firm expressions, Fei Falcon was stunned for a moment.
Under such circumstances, Hu Biao's roar that suppressed the flames of extreme anger sounded:
"Don't be so stupid, tie the explosives to him one by one; these brothers are just taking the first step, maybe we will follow later, and everyone will be with you on the way~"
"Hu, I'm going to fuck you." After hearing this, Fei Falcon cursed angrily.
Of course he admitted that Hu Biao's statement was reasonable, but why was his hand, which was busy tying the explosive packs behind Mao, shaking so badly.