"How could it be you, Lao Guo, do you want to work so hard, here..."
Unexpectedly, the person who arrived was Guo Liangjun, who was followed by a small group of green-skinned men who looked like gangsters.
He didn't look at them much, but he saw the group behind them.
There were about forty soldiers wearing M35 helmets, all with empty hands, and there were even a few wounded soldiers wrapped in bandages.
"them……"
"They were all rescued by us. The Japanese in the field hospital didn't take them seriously. They only detach themselves and rescued them without any trouble. They wanted to come back and join the war."
As he spoke, he gestured to the people behind him,
"This...this..."
Without waiting for his introduction, suddenly a group of soldiers wearing M35 helmets all performed a military salute.
In the blink of an eye, Hansen Raul was carelessly holding a cigarette in his hand and smoking. He came to him and reported in German,
"Sir, we have already hitched the carriage and the cannon..."
He glanced at the soldiers who were saluting him, nodded casually and continued to report,
"We don't have enough manpower to clean the battlefield, I'm afraid..."
Lifting his chin towards the new soldiers, he lit a cigarette with the butt of Hansen Raul's cigarette.
"They are yours. Let them all put on Japanese military uniforms. Select some people to pretend to be prisoners. You will be alone."
"yes"
He clicked the heels of his boots and turned to face the new group of soldiers with a different look.
Waving hands casually in blunt German Chinese,
"Follow me and move quickly."
The soldiers were intimidated by the German instructor's intimidation and did not dare to say anything. They did not even dare to salute Zhang Sixing.
"Brother, thank you for the information."
Even though there was no one else in front of him, Guo Liangjun still used Japanese cautiously.
"It's nothing. Military doctors and nurses will protect her and send her to the mountains."
"They can stay as they please, we won't force anyone."
Despite this, he still looked at Zhang Sixing curiously, his shrewd eyes seeming to imprint the equipment on his body into his mind.
I knew what he was thinking, but that was not Zhang Sixing's plan.
"Brother Guo, the battlefield is dangerous. Take your brother and leave quickly. We will have time to chat after the war."
Looking at this strange and certainly very capable person in front of him, Guo Liangjun really had a lot to say and ask.
But he also realized that this was not an opportunity, so he clasped his fist at Zhang Sixing and left after looking at his plan.
"Brother Guo, wait a moment, there is something that you may be able to help with."
As soon as Zhang Sixing asked him for help, Guo Liangjun agreed without even a word.
"Brother, just say it, in the concession..."
Before he could brag, Zhang Sixing approached him and whispered in Japanese,
"Brother Guo, I have to ask you to prepare some clothes for ordinary people."
"Brother, with your skills..."
Knowing that he was thinking wrongly, Zhang Sixing said,
"Please, Brother Guo, everything will be explained to Yelena then."
Come to think of it, Guo Liangjun punched Zhang Sixing without saying anything, and left secretly with a group of "thieves" like men.
After all, there is strength in numbers, and soon the 92-infantry guns were mounted on horses, and several baggage vehicles were filled with weapons and ammunition.
There was even a group of thirty or so Japanese Marines.
It's a pity that those military uniforms may have holes or blood stains on them. I just hope the Japanese soldiers blocking the road at night can't see them.
Even Zhang Sixing himself changed into the attire of a Japanese soldier, stuffed other equipment into a backpack and threw it on the carriage.
Hansen Raul really couldn't pretend to be a Japanese soldier, so he had to wear a German military uniform and sit on a carriage to act as a prisoner of war.
Looking at Zhang Sixing, who was pretending to be a Japanese Marine Corps lieutenant, Hansen Raul covered his eyes with his hands and expressed that he was miserable.
After all, Zhang Sixing is 1.85 meters tall, and his military uniform is a bit too short. If he hadn't rolled up his sleeves and tucked his trousers into his riding boots, he might have been exposed at a glance.
Zhang Sixing, who was riding a horse at the front of the team, waved his hand silently.
The entire artillery squad, as well as soldiers disguised as infantry, set off towards the Sihang Warehouse.
In just ten minutes, there was no loud noise from the military camp.
There were only occasional explosions, and Zhang Sixing guessed that Li Youtian, the old smoker, must have set the mine according to his own ideas.
As a veteran, I don't need to teach you this kind of "loss" idea on the battlefield a second time.
After using it only once, Old Tobacco Li Youtian understood that this was a method specifically designed to deal with pursuing soldiers.
According to Zhang Sixing's teachings, the place where the mine is buried is dug into a horizontal hole, and the entrance of the hole is to predict the direction in which the pursuers may come.
First stuff a base grenade inside, and if there is any explosives, add a piece of it as well.
Outside were several hand grenades with stones tied to strings, and the outside was covered with thick bricks and tiles.
He also earnestly asked people to find the toilet, and got a few buckets of excrement to pour on the broken bricks and tiles outside, but the smell of soil outside was smelled by the Japanese.
As for laying out the strings, it is really particular. The thunder strings are connected to a strong rope and spread out far away, which takes about six seconds for a person to run.
You can run fifty meters on the field, but you can't run more than twenty meters on the battlefield, or even ten meters.
After all, what you need to guard against on the battlefield are landmines and cold guns.
These thunder strings are connected with strong silk threads, and when they reach the place where the strings are to be tripped, they turn around and block the way.
If someone sets off a mine, he and his companions will be attacked by a large-caliber cannon at a very close distance.
The broken bricks and tiles stimulated by the explosive will form a complete killing surface, and its principle of action is similar to that of a "broad sword".
It is said that Yingjiang developed the "Broad Sword" because he was inspired by our army's "Tiannu Scattering" thunder during the Anti-Eagle Aid Battalion.
In a dustpan-shaped pit, the explosives are covered with wooden boards and stones, specially used to bomb the marching brigade - "Landmine Warfare"
Because Zhang Sixing and his team launched the attack first, the breakout operation of the mixed barracks was quite smooth.
The brigade quickly passed through the passage opened by Zhang Sixing and others.
You don't need to be taught how to do evil, and since the grenades and explosives brought by the baggage camp are sufficient, the old smoker Li Youtian arranged more than thirty mine-laying groups to lay mines in a recurring manner.
There are trip mines, pull mines, and some inexplicable mines that I don’t know what they are.
Of course, the Japanese Marine Corps did not want the group of miscellaneous soldiers to escape. After recalling his thoughts, Captain Funashi immediately asked his infantry to chase them.
But the Japanese soldier running in front felt like he was caught on something.
But before he could understand, a thick smoke with a fishy smell suddenly spurted out from the diagonal thorn on the opposite side.
Large areas of broken bricks and tiles flying everywhere, that's all.
Several grenades with strings tied to rocks buried inside were also exploded.
They flew around and exploded after a few seconds.
The Japanese soldiers, who were hiding underground for a while, couldn't tell whether the thing was a landmine or an artillery strike.
That's all.
But what does the hot shit that was heated by explosives mean? Is it to make people sick?