The heavy rain that had been falling for several hours finally subsided, but the fierce fighting at Luo Shopkeeper's position is still continuing.
It is said that the 67th Division received a death order from the commander's department and must recapture the Luodian position.
In the humid and sultry air, one round after another of illumination bombs was fired high into the sky by the Japanese and the Guo army, illuminating the already pale faces of Hu Biao and others, making them even more ugly.
The main reason is that the sudden heavy rain was so heavy that the ground is now full of water.
In the past few hours, Hu Biao and the others had to soak in waist-deep water in the trenches, and tried their best to send the water out.
The collapsed trenches were repaired bit by bit and reinforced as much as possible.
This kind of work was rushed very urgently, because these trenches were reserve positions outside Luodian, where the headquarters would be activated in an emergency if the main position could not be regained.
Therefore, under the current unclear situation of the main position, Hu Biao and the others, under the urging of Staff Officer Wang, had to desperately speed up the construction.
Under such strenuous physical labor, the delicate hands of the modern masters quickly developed blood blisters on their hands.
When you are tired, hungry and in pain, it’s strange that your face looks good.
At the same time, the intensive artillery fire and the gunfire like fried beans did not seem to be weakened at all, and the bursts of killing shouts could be heard from such a distance.
This situation lasted until about 8:20, when the gunfire gradually subsided.
The flares that were continuously shot into the sky on both sides also stopped firing, allowing Luodian to regain a short period of calm again.
Then, after the reinforcement of a trench was completed, everyone crawling out of the trench like mud monkeys heard a burst of dense footsteps.
Turning their heads following the sound, Hu Biao and the others immediately discovered that a dozen men covered in mud and blood were rushing over carrying and guarding a shutter board.
While running wildly, there were many people crying and shouting:
"Get out of the way of everyone blocking the road. Military doctor, military doctor come quickly. Master Li is seriously injured~"
Then, such a group of people ran past Hu Biao and others in a hurry. It was obvious that the military doctors in their mouths did not refer to orthopedic surgeons and black Chinese medicine doctors.
It just allowed them to see some small details clearly in the faint light of the flashlight.
For example: there is a figure lying on the bed covered in blood, and the general on the collar badge is covered in blood.
There were also bloody footprints left by these people as they ran by, indicating how brutal a fight these people at the scene had gone through.
After seeing the above details, Hu Biao didn't need to say anything more.
All netizens instinctively knew one thing: it would soon be their turn to fight in this war.
Sure enough, there was nothing wrong with such an intuition. After at most 5 minutes, the red-eyed Staff Officer Wang appeared in front of Hu Biao again with a few guards.
With murderous intent all over his body, he brought a brand new command:
"The latest order from the division headquarters is that the Jiangsu Provincial Supplementary Battalion will immediately put down all the work at hand and immediately support the positions currently controlled by the 403rd Regiment of the 201st Brigade in Luodian, under the full command of Commander Chen.
(I haven’t found any specific information about the 403rd group. The bosses can point it out and make corrections after seeing it.)
Let me start with the ugly words first. Before I get the order to retreat from the division headquarters, the supplementary battalion must be firmly nailed to the position and not allowed to retreat even half a step.
Otherwise! No matter how much energy you have, Mr. Hu from Nantong, and how many big shots you know, I, Wang Caifa, a small staff officer, know you, but the bullets of the machine gun of the supervising team do not know you."
"Understood! Before receiving the order to retreat, the supplementary battalion will not retreat even half a step from the position." Hu Biao responded loudly.
I didn't get angry at all because I was underestimated.
In fact, they didn't even have the slightest intention to tell why they, who originally agreed to only do some auxiliary work, were going to the battlefield now.
If you really have any dissatisfaction and irritation, vent it to the little devil.
Holding back his anger, he yelled at the remaining 66 people in the supplementary battalion who were still able to fight:
"Su Province Replenishment Battalion, set off."
After saying that, he put on a heavy backpack, took the initiative to carry a box of mortar shells, and set off at the lead.
After working for several hours in the heavy rain, the people in the replenishment camp were already exhausted without even having dinner.
But when the order actually came, no one hesitated.
They all imitated Hu Biao's example, loaded up their large and small boxes and equipment that had been wrapped in raincloths, and rushed towards Shopkeeper Luo's position at night.
It was also at this time that the system, which had been silent for a long time, finally made some noise, and the familiar mechanical sound once again sounded in the ears of netizens:
"Attention, trainee commander, the second phase of this mission is released:
First, stick to the position assigned by the Luodian frontline commander until 3 a.m. on the 29th. During this period, we must ensure that the position is always under our control.
If this position is lost, all members of the team will be wiped out collectively.
Second, everyone's activity area is limited to the 2 square kilometers of Luodian; anyone who leaves this area during the mission will be wiped out.
Third, when the limited holding time is reached, more than 15 people in the team under the trainee commander must survive.
If the number of survivors is less than this number, the mission will be considered a failure and everyone will be wiped out..."
Amidst the mechanical sound of the system, everyone in the team still remained silent; they stepped on the slippery mud and silently ran towards the place where they might die in this battle.
The light in his eyes was like a pack of hungry wolves.
****
The low-voltage electrician codenamed "Bamboo Leaf" stumbled forward in the dark night with the help of several weak flashlights around him.
Because he is currently in the team and has the attributes of a radio operator, he has obviously received some attention.
Hu Biao and others were equipped with submachine guns, rifles, shell guns, and eight wooden-handled grenades hanging on their buttocks. They were almost armed to the point of their buttocks.
Zhuye was missing a submachine gun and 4 spare magazines, as well as 4 grenades and 100 rounds of ammunition.
Instead, I carried the old antique radio station that the Hun Dharma God had brought with me. In total, it was about 10 kilograms less weight.
Even though it only weighs about 10 kilograms, it is much lighter than others.
But even so, every time he walked a hundred or ten steps, the soles of the bamboo leaves would slip in the mud that had been trampled to a pulp, and he would fall onto it in embarrassment.
Up to now, I don’t know how many times I have fallen. My clothes were originally covered in mud, but now they are even more disgraceful.
The crotch felt like it was going to be scrapped due to repeated friction.
This situation lasted until they trotted into Luodian Town again after a gap of four hours.
For the small Luodianzhu position, the supplementary battalion came three or four times during the day to help deliver ammunition, wounded soldiers, build fortifications, etc.
Even the unscrupulous cannon firing oil barrels were sent in advance, and the bamboo leaves delivered by these DIY weapon launchers were of course not unfamiliar at all.
But when he came here again after four hours, Zhuye was still dumbfounded.
In the light of the flashlight, I saw the corpses of soldiers from both sides lying together everywhere. The large and small puddles on the ground were all stained red with blood.
The entire town was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.
Perhaps when he was looking around, he was distracted from his feet.
Zhuye suddenly slipped while trotting, and once again fell flat on the ground. The difference was that this time he felt the softness of everyone under him, and the fall did not hurt at all.
The problem is, when you see clearly that the person underneath you is a Japanese soldier who has lost half his brain.
Bamboo Leaf vomited out immediately, including the jaundice water.
Faced with such a scene, the middle-aged warehouse manager calmly pulled him up and continued to trot, shouting in an understatement: "It's okay! I vomit on this kind of thing, I'm used to it..."