Chapter 87 What a big rain (for Brother Nanshan 3/3)
Many years later, let’s not worry about what the natives of the mission world thought about such a pork-stewed vermicelli incident.
However, among the netizens present who participated in the event of pork stewed vermicelli.
As long as their memories have not been erased, they will remember the sultry aroma of today's meal of stewed pork and vermicelli with pickled cabbage, which was so wonderful to them.
It's a pity that no matter how carefully they prepared the purchase, they never had such an excellent experience.
The most critical reason may be that these unlucky guys never had such a delicious meal in the end.
For men, the best things are often the things they can't get, right...
At that time, this unfortunate situation gradually happened like this:
"Bring the fire up a little higher and simmer it for about ten minutes. The meat in these pots will be completely mushy. I'm not afraid to tell you, the taste is 'ouch~'."
Use a spoon to get a small piece of pork from the big pot and put it in to taste.
Qingtian, the well-deserved chef in the team, gave such an evaluation.
Under such an unmodest evaluation, the ammunition boxes that were chopped up piece by piece were stuffed into the earthen stove, making the fire inside burn even more fiercely.
Suddenly, the aroma that caused the broth in the big pot to boil became even more overbearing and alluring.
So much so that after the fragrance drifted along the wind, the guards in the distance kept poking their heads in this direction, looking a little overwhelmed.
That is to say, Hu Biao and others made too much noise during the day, and foreign devils and trucks came.
Although he didn't know too many details, and even the weapons that were traded were hidden by Hu Biao, he still let these people know that the commander of the supplementary battalion, Commander Hu, was definitely not a simple figure, so it did not cause more trouble.
Lots of trouble to come.
And even Hu Biao himself actually smelled a fragrance that seemed far more overbearing than the braised pork on the Maocheng construction site, and his index finger twitched for a while.
I can't wait to get started right away and take in such a big pot in one breath.
Then, he felt a large drop of cold liquid hit his face with a bang.
Then, before Hu Biao could fully react, a burst of big raindrops came down like "pitter patter~".
Damn it! At such a critical moment when you can eat it right away, God actually rained, and it rained really hard.
‘Whoosh~’ The falling heavy rain not only caused a dull pain on people’s skulls, but also made them unable to see more than ten meters at a time.
You know, on the Luodian battlefield where the fighting is currently fierce, there is no such thing as a serious battlefield kitchen.
Even if there are any, they are just a few temporary earth stoves dug out on the ground with engineering shovels.
Therefore, in the face of such a sudden heavy rain, everyone started working together while cursing and saying that if God doesn't have a good eye, he can't be late for a while.
For example: He put a few pot lids that were missing a corner or even half of them on several large pots, and then he carried them and rushed towards a row of half-towered bungalows.
The steps under my feet were fast and steady, hoping to add less rainwater to the broth and not spill the fragrant broth.
As for what to do after carrying these large pots to the row of bungalows.
At that time, everyone was squeezing and hiding inside to eat such a hard-won meal. Even the pork was not stewed enough because of insufficient heat.
Otherwise? What else can they do?
The problem is that more changes happened at such a point in time, and intensive explosions came from the main position in Luodian Town.
Especially after the Japanese large-caliber naval guns cruising on the Huangpu River opened fire.
The large-caliber shells tore through the air and landed on the position, and the earth-shattering explosions were so clear and terrifying even in the heavy rain.
Despite the sudden heavy rain, everyone rushed into the small bungalow.
Several large pots were placed on the ground of the half-collapsed bungalow. They didn't even bother to open the lids, let alone let everyone take a bite while they were still hot.
The voice of the divisional staff officer Wang roared in the huge rain curtain:
"Commander Hu of the Jiangsu Province Supplementary Battalion? Come out to see me immediately. The division headquarters has an urgent order."
After hearing this, Hu Biao, who was wiping the rain on his face, could no longer care about such a trivial matter and plunged into the rainy sky again.
At this moment, he seemed to feel that the rain was getting heavier, which made it difficult for him to open his eyes.
After seeing Hu Biao's embarrassed figure, Staff Wang, who no longer had his usual elegant image, shouted the orders issued by Hu Biao:
"Quick, Master Li has strict orders.
The main position is under a crazy attack by the Japs, which consumes a huge amount of weapons and ammunition; you immediately bring people to send the ammunition to me, no matter how high the cost, no matter how many people die along the way, we must send it up, otherwise we will form a formation on the spot."
Upon hearing such an order, Hu Biao's head suddenly felt hot, even under the heavy rain.
Because judging from the sound of artillery fire getting closer and closer, the Japanese had already completed the bombardment of the main position, and the barrage of artillery fire that was gradually advancing now played a role in covering the reinforcements behind the main position.
If this were the case, how many people would die if they braved intensive artillery fire to deliver ammunition to the front line?
Even if you are unlucky, if the dozens of people left in the replenishment battalion are unlucky enough to be hit by a naval gun, believe it or not, they will all be taken out of the pot.
Because under the current intensive artillery bombardment and heavy rain, the several communication trenches dug in advance may no longer be used.
The problem is that Hu Biao knows better that there are no excuses or conditions at this time.
"Yes, no matter how high the cost is, no matter how many people die, we will definitely send the ammunition up there."
After turning around, he roared at the supplementary battalions hiding in several shabby rooms: "Supplementary battalions, all assembled..."
Even Hu Biao and the others didn't know whether what happened next was luck or misfortune; or, in other words, everything was doomed a long time ago.
If they were lucky, they didn't have to risk their lives to deliver ammunition to the main position under dense enemy fire and fierce artillery fire.
Just as they were braving the heavy rain and their pants quickly getting wet, they were carrying ammunition boxes and getting ready to set off.
A shocking piece of bad news came:
This was a long-planned attack by the Japanese. In addition to using a large number of heavy artillery bombardments, they also used a large number of troops to attack them, and even dispatched many tanks.
Faced with these fierce attacks, the main position in Luodian Town has been lost.
Therefore, they no longer need to continue to deliver ammunition to the position. They can only stay to dig drainage ditches, repair the backup second-line positions, and move materials to dry places.
Unfortunately, a tragedy was about to happen in front of them.
Knowing that if Luodian was completely lost, it would have a chain reaction on the battlefield, the commander of the 67th Division, Commander Li, decided to regain the position at all costs.
So under the heavy rain, the reserve troops of the four battalions began to gather.
Then, under the personal leadership of Mr. Li, who was carrying a Czech-style gun, this big man with a twinkling heart took the lead and plunged into the rain.
Then, more than two thousand men followed silently without saying a word.
Nearly two thousand bayonets merged into a sharp red blade
Hu Biao certainly knew what the outcome of this counterattack would be; after a fierce battle, Shopkeeper Luo's position would naturally be taken back.
But Mr. Li almost died here.
Among the soldiers who rushed up after him, very few could survive in Luodian.
Unfortunately, facing such a result, Hu Biao and the others could do nothing; or perhaps the only thing they could do was to yell at the adjutant swordsman beside them: