Pressing the German sergeant's shoulder, Zhang Sixing shouted at him in a military tone,
"Listen to me, listen to me...it doesn't matter to you..."
But the German sergeant was not willing to listen. He just used fear to confuse his brain and struggled desperately.
I had no choice but to grab his neck, Zhang Sixing pressed him firmly to the ground, put his mouth close to his ear, and shouted an order:
"Hold on, soldier, it's just a penetration wound... shut up!"
Hearing the familiar German language and the angry orders from the officer, the German sergeant became quiet.
Of course, maybe the morphine took effect and the pain was not as severe as before.
Seeing that this guy had settled down, I let go of his neck and casually touched inside his military uniform. He took out the pack of Finas cigarettes, lit two of them, and inserted one into his mouth.
"Sir, am I going to die?"
After taking a puff of cigarette, the German sergeant asked, with a bit of sadness in his German.
When answering, Zhang Sixing puffed out smoke and answered easily,
"Don't be stupid. The war in my motherland has just begun. I don't want my orderlies to die so soon."
Hearing him say this, the German sergeant actually smiled and said,
"Sir, you have retired, and I am an active German soldier...but..."
Speaking of this, I don't know what I thought of, but suddenly this guy started laughing very shamelessly,
"Maybe...I mean maybe, it seems good to stay here if you have the chance. My name is Hansen Raul, Second Lieutenant. Are you sure you need an orderly?"
Looking at this guy's smile, Zhang Sixing had two judgments in his heart.
One possibility is that this guy is simply a biased German, and the other... Westerners are more liberal in that regard.
As several heavy machine gun shooters were killed on the front of the building, the firepower decreased sharply, and the attack finally dispersed.
On the back, due to the desperate impact of the casualty squads, the Marine Corps attack also left a dozen corpses and retreated.
People in the building can finally take a breath.
At this time, the old smoker Li Youtian and several other miscellaneous soldiers led him to find Zhang Sixing.
On the way here, Zhang Sixing saw Li Youtian holding a broken notebook, which he kept reading under the guidance of his guard.
No need to ask, it is a book that records the names of the wounded, and every tick is a fresh human life.
Moreover, the soldier looked illiterate, but Zhang Sixing admired him very much.
Just imagine that a person like him must have joined the army since he was a child and has never read any books. On the battlefield, he only relies on his brains and ruthlessness to fight in the warlords' melee. He has survived until now and has been promoted to battalion commander.
The bearded company commander who still carries the cannon next to him is the one who just shot the deserter.
Looking at the bearded Zhang Sixing, he frowned and without saying anything else, he gestured with his hands and asked him,
"Why, is it allowed to have a beard like this in the army?"
"Sir, how do you understand the hardships of our Northeast Army? If we haven't fought back for a day, I won't shave my beard for a day."
The bearded man stroked his beard, and when he answered, he smelled like a reckless hero.
"Guan Shijie, we worship Saint Guan at the top of the mountain. When the Japanese invaded our area, I took my brothers as soldiers."
Zhang Sixing only smiled slightly and looked at the others.
There were platoon leaders, squad leaders, and even a corporal. They all stood at attention and saluted when they arrived.
"Everyone, what should we do next?"
The old smoker finally finished ticking off his name, solemnly unbuttoned his stomach, put the notebook away and said,
"Sir, you didn't mean to take us to Sihang Warehouse."
Looking up at the leaders of the skirmishers around them, they could estimate that the majority of them were from Lao Yandai's battalion.
Seeing that Zhang Sixing was silent, they all looked at Lao Yantai.
"Sir, what do you mean..."
Looking at Zhang Sixing, old smoker Li Youtian tested him with his eyes.
While nodding heavily, Zhang Sixing pointed with his hand in the direction where the death squads were lying.
"Of course we are going to Sihang Warehouse, but before we leave, we must deal with the little devils severely and make those brothers feel bad."
"Take care of the little devil?"
Several soldiers exchanged glances with each other, feeling incredible.
The soldiers who were tired after a long battle looked away without hope. After all, the entire battle was lost. What's the use of winning a small battle? Why let everyone die.
Attack... As long as these two words are mentioned, the soldiers present can't help but feel a little sad.
The battle in Shanghai was not about the soldiers not taking their lives, nor the officers being greedy for life, but the Japanese army's superiority in sea and air...
Especially in order to transport supplies in Lao Yandai's battalion, many soldiers did not even have guns, so they only came with a pole.
"There are two Japanese artillery squads a thousand meters away from us. I handed it to him when I left."
After saying this, the soldiers present couldn't help but look at each other.
"Smoothly" is so smooth. Suddenly, I feel that the guy in front of me is a bit unreliable. Can the Japanese artillery be so smooth?
Just when everyone was silent, a German sentence suddenly came,
"Second Lieutenant, I'll go with you."
Sens Lauer, who had been re-armed and put on an M35 steel helmet, slowly walked out with the support of medical soldiers.
Sure enough, when this German guy came out, almost everyone present stood at attention and showed even more awe.
The squad leader, a gunsmith wearing an M35 helmet, stood out in the crowd and immediately stood at attention and saluted.
"You, just forget it"
Seeing that his face was slightly flushed, Zhang Sixing knew that it was because the morphine had not yet worn off, and he would be in considerable pain in about four hours.
"Let them carry you to Sihang Warehouse, and we'll meet you there."
"That won't work. I'm your orderly. How can something as exciting as a night raid be done without me?"
Speaking of which, this guy even blinked at Zhang Sixing and even glanced at the others.
At this time, the young squad leader wearing an M35 steel helmet, although extremely tired, but still bright-eyed, came out of the queue.
"Sir, I'll go with you. I'm from the 87th Division. My name is Hu Yang and I have eight soldiers."
Looking at the young squad leader named Hu Yang who nodded in front of him, Zhang Sixing turned to look at the other people.
Facing Zhang Sixing's gaze, Big Tobacco Li Youtian lowered his head and did not dare to meet his eyes. He only looked at him quietly from the corners of his eyes.
Seeing that he didn't speak, he pursed his lips and the bearded Guan Shijie glared and said,
"If I die, I will be a good man again eighteen years later. Sir, I have a total of forty-eight men..."
"Ahem"
Seeing that the situation was almost over, Zhang Sixing coughed and raised his hand to stop the chaos on the spot.
He issued the order and had no intention of discussing it with them.
"Captain Li, we will start fighting in a moment. You should concentrate your main force and rush towards the direction I came from. There are only less than one Japanese squad in that place. If..."
When talking about what if, Zhang Sixing's eyes fell on Li Youtian, knowing that he was a soldier and would understand what he meant.
After hearing the meaning of Zhang Sixing's words, Li Youtian had thoughts in his mind.
The officer who understands German is right. If they fight to attract the attention of the Japanese, our whole battalion will be able to break through.
But when he said "if...", he stopped and just looked at him.
I was confused and wanted to know what "if" meant.