Just now, he was talking about whose fault it was.
"Who are you referring to?"
Nam Chung-mi asked a question that everyone present wanted to know.
Zhou Weiguo put the pen in his hand next to him; "Of course it's the 58th Division. If they weren't so powerful, how could the enemy dig the trenches so well?"
This is not strange. People want to survive, so they are wrong.
"Unreasonable." Nan Zhongmei threw the bullet in her hand aside. She had nothing to do and was filling up the machine gun's spare magazine with Xiao Ya and others to avoid running out of bullets for the machine gunner in a fight.
Nan Zaolinzi watched for a moment in front of the bunker entrance; "It seems that we need to use the air force and let them carry out a bombing."
"It's useless." Shigeru Miyamoto interrupted her directly and sighed; "Our air power is too weak. I'm afraid we need a brigade of bombers to achieve our goal. But the problem is, we don't have it now. Even if we don't have one,
Yes, they are scattered in various war zones and it is impossible to assemble them."
Even if it is assembled, it will be too late, and the investigation department of the Eleventh Army will know it soon.
"The only option is to mass artillery and bomb them." Nam Chung-mi suggested a more direct approach.
Takeshita Jun leaned against the door; "Unless we assemble the heavy artillery directly under the jurisdiction of the war zone commander, don't even think about it."
How is this possible?
Zhou Weiguo stood up; "I'll go for a walk."
A way must be figured out. The theater commander's department has already sent a message, and they are ready to launch an attack as soon as possible.
Walking without direction, Zhou Weiguo came to the military supplies department.
A batch of oil has arrived from the munitions department and is being unloaded before being transported to the woods not far away. These are highly explosive items and cannot be left in front of others.
When Yamadajima saw Zhou Weiguo coming over, he shouted and came to him: "What's wrong? I rarely see you looking so melancholy. What kind of problem have you encountered?"
"We are in big trouble. We have a formidable opponent. The way they dig trenches is very similar to ours."
Yamadajima chuckled and was actually a little excited; "If they haven't learned about some changes after fighting for so long, it can only mean that they are too stupid."
"You seem to be very excited." Zhou Weiguo's tone was unkind, and Nan Zhongmei looked at Yamadajima fiercely from the side; "You on the other end, believe it or not, I will stuff you into an oil drum."
Um……
Zhou Weiguo vaguely felt that a method appeared in his mind, but it just passed by in a flash and he couldn't remember it at once.
"What did you say just now?" Zhou Weiguo turned around and looked at Yamadajima who was still scolding him.
"I said, stuff him into the oil barrel." Minami Chumei pointed directly at Yamadajima.
Yamadajima is very aggrieved. He just expressed his emotion. How could he be punished so cruelly?
He believed that this woman, Nan Zhongmei, could do it because he could not beat her. Once, he was not his opponent, but now, things have changed. Under the inhuman torture of Takeshita Jun and others, he has now transformed into steel.
Heroine, hitting yourself is like hitting a chicken.
"Put it in?" Zhou Weiguo repeated this sentence.
Seeing the vicious eyes, Yamadajima took a step back; "You two are so heartless. I worked so hard to buy pigs and other things for the secret service group, and you just deal with the heroes like this, you..."
"Shut up." Zhou Weiguo interrupted his clamor and came to the gasoline barrel.
The petrol is full.
He stretched out his hand and patted the gasoline barrel and smiled: "There is a way."
What are you talking about? Yamadajima didn't understand, and the two people left like Mo Zheng.
"You're crazy." Yamadajima muttered and returned to his yard. He also wanted to play chess with Ushijima. Ushijima's chess was very stinky. It was very comfortable to deal with him by himself, and he could also say a few sarcastic words.
After a while, Xu Hu came over.
"Why are you here? What are you doing here? If you don't want to have a meal today, why are you going to have a meal if you don't have a fight?"
"No, the regiment leader asked me to pick up five gasoline barrels and explosive packets. I don't know what to do specifically."
What are we going to do with gasoline barrels and explosive packs? Let people get into the oil barrels and carry the explosive packs for the Japanese troops to charge at. Or should we make them into shields? The problem is that this thing is not suitable for use as a shield.
"What is he going to do?" Ushijima no longer wanted to play chess with the guy in front of him.
He is no better than me, and his mouth is really annoying.
Zhang Qing also said that if this guy meets Takeshita Shun, he will be killed and cry. He is just trying to increase his presence by himself.
"I know what he is going to do. That guy was very cunning and cunning when he was in school." Yamadajima shook the chess pieces, and when he looked up and saw Ushijima's resentful eyes, he stood up and pointed in the direction of the regiment headquarters; "
Come on, let’s go over and take a look.”
This place is nearly four kilometers away from the regiment headquarters. In order to stay hidden, the two of them did not take a car at all, but walked. When they arrived, several witnesses, Xu Hu and Hu Yong, were wandering around a large barrel. The barrel made Yamadajima
I felt the difference. Isn't this thing the gasoline barrel that Xu Hu dragged over from him?
"Ouch, what are you doing? What the leader is doing is to ask the short man to turn in, pick up the explosive package, and roll it forward, right?"
Huang Ying's Sichuan dialect rang in Yamadajima's ears.
"I don't know. The regiment leader asked me to get it. He said he had to remove the upper part. I asked the engineers to remove it. The regiment commander below also asked me to hit it empty. I don't know what he was doing." Xu Hu was also a little confused.
After he brought the gasoline barrel back, the group leader asked him to do it. He didn't know what it was used for specifically.
"It looks like this is an artillery piece." Hu Yong thought over and over again. Hu Yong's non-stop words from the side aroused public outrage.
The first battalion has changed its weapons this time. The first battalion has completely transformed from an old hen into a duck. The tone of their speech is completely different. They are very big.
Especially the big plate chicken that the group leader mentioned, it makes everyone drool when they see it.
Let’s not talk about its actual combat capabilities. The key point is that it looks like a tiger.
It's such a big round plate, and the muzzle of the gun looks beautiful. At least for people who are used to seeing Czech-style light machine guns, this thing is so strange that it makes people drool.
Several battalions wanted to get it for show, but they wouldn't give it life or death, not even a heavy machine gun.
Hu Yong is not a generous person. He imitates the regimental commander in a very philistine way. Since he does not change the heavy machine gun, this can only mean one thing. This gun is quite good.
Therefore, his displeasure triggered a comprehensive opposition from everyone.
Huang Ying, who is also an old man, put her hands on her hips and spit on the ground like a country woman: "Fuck your mother."
