Old Tobacco Li Youtian, who was staring at the landmines, was shocked when he heard it. He turned around to face the small footsteps and grabbed the deputy battalion commander who came to report.
"Ba Shi, what are you going to do? I'll help you. If you can see the warehouse building and it's blocked, rush over and do it."
"Brother, it's not that I didn't charge. The enemy's firepower was too strong. The boys charged, and more than a dozen of them died."
"Keep an eye on it, just do the same as before."
He turned around and gave a stern tone to the soldiers who were preparing to pull the thunder, then turned around and rushed out of the bunker with the deputy battalion commander Bashi and ran towards the back.
Fifty meters, on the battlefield, fifty meters is the boundary between survival and death, the difference between the front and the rear.
The two men stumbled among the ruined buildings towards the battle line amid gunfire.
There was a low three-story building there for a few nights, but it had been occupied by the army and was pouring firepower on the soldiers scattered in the barracks.
The smoke of the explosion rose, the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood spread everywhere, and the shouts and roars turned the originally silent retreat into chaos before a rout.
"Don't make a mess, don't make a mess, hide behind your load, and those with guns will open fire..."
Shouting, the box cannon in his hand fired into the sky.
The crisp sound of box artillery cheered up the confused hearts of the soldiers.
Regardless of whether they are soldiers or officers, they still respect the shrewd battalion commander.
They hurriedly hid behind their loads of vegetables or meat.
But some soldiers only took one look at the old tobacco bag and became angry. They rushed over and kicked a cargo, and he lay behind the ammunition box with his head in his arms.
The old smoker Li Youtian was so angry that he cursed,
"You are raised by a young girl. If the grenade comes to wrap you up, there won't be any skin left. Get out of here and hide behind the pork shoulder..."
The little soldier who was kicked and only holding a pole saw the battalion commander holding a big pipe in his mouth. The panic on his face dissipated a little on his dusty face.
Their camp can be said to be a family camp. Both the officers and soldiers in it are all relatives. Therefore, the prestige of the old smoker Li Youtian in the camp is unparalleled.
Seeing the soldiers crawling and hiding behind a pork load, Old Tobacco Li Youtian was temporarily safe.
I hid behind the ruins of a building with my deputy battalion commander Bashi, holding a pipe in his mouth and looking forward. In a blink of an eye, I understood why the team could not move forward.
The three buildings arranged in a Zigzag shape were all guarded by Japanese soldiers, and the tracer bullets fired by them poured down like a torrential rain.
On my side, there are almost all dilapidated low-rise buildings.
Although nearly a hundred soldiers with guns fired desperately, their firepower could not suppress the Japanese firepower.
On the contrary, from time to time, soldiers were hit by the opponent's bullets and grenade launchers, causing them to scream heart-rendingly.
"Oh, we are too slow. There are too many things and we are reluctant to leave any of them behind..."
Hearing the sigh of the old smoker, Deputy Battalion Commander Bashi was also silent.
They are locals who are used to being poor. They are really reluctant to let so many weapons, ammunition, food, meat, and vegetables fall into the hands of others.
"Boom" the grenade exploded, and the choking smoke and smoke enveloped the old smoker and the deputy battalion commander.
Enduring the dizziness caused by the explosion,
"Ba Shi, tell the brothers not to mess up, but to hold on. Find a few children who can run quickly to go around and find Chief Zhang. I know he will definitely come to rescue us."
No matter what, it gave the deputy battalion commander peace of mind. Looking at the chaos on the battlefield, he knew that the mixed soldier battalion would not be able to withstand it for long.
For a moment, all the mines laid behind me are gone, and I can't get through in front...
At this moment, the people led by Zhang Sixing almost clashed with the defenders in the Sixing Warehouse.
"Tu tu tu tu..."
A burst of Czech-style dry gunfire sounded, and the bullets passed near the troops with fire.
Didn't we send Li Jixian to contact us? What are they doing...
But there was no room for Zhang Sixing to think on the battlefield. He waved to the troops behind him.
"Concealed...concealed..."
Hansen Raul, who was riding in the large carriage, also waved his hand to urge the soldiers below.
"Hansen, do you really want to die? Get out of the damn carriage quickly. Maybe the enemy has taken over the place. The gun crew will push the cannon up for me."
There is no such thing as a good-tempered person after coming off the battlefield.
In such a situation of being attacked, one would often consider striking first.
"No firing without orders."
Shouting to his men, Zhang Sixing picked up the periscope and looked forward.
He didn't understand what happened to Sihang Warehouse. Ordinarily, that place shouldn't be easily attacked by the Japanese.
Intense gunshots and explosions were heard in the distance, which was the direction in which the military camp was retreating. It seemed that they might not have arrived yet.
Someone ran up to me in the darkness, gasping for air.
"Did you touch a wound?"
"Damn it, which one is it that didn't hurt so much at first? I'm going to kick his ass hard when he gets in."
Hansen Raul's noisy voice was like machine gun bullets, full of the smell of gunpowder and cruelty.
"Sir, what happened to Li? Is he captured?"
"Quack quack..."
Another series of machine gun bullets passed over his head. Zhang Sixing felt a little angry, turned around and shouted in a low voice,
"Guan Shijie, Populus euphratica, bring me my backpack."
"arrive"
Someone deliberately lowered his voice to report, and then the person came to him in a blink of an eye like a cat without touching anything.
This must be Guan Shijie. He has practiced his body skills in the mountains and forests. At first glance, he looks like an old mountaineer.
Another figure, following the military's instructions, jumped between hidden objects.
"Sir."
When he arrived, he took the backpack from him and Zhang Sixing started to make arrangements while changing his clothes.
"You and Hu Yang will divide our men, including machine guns, into two teams and prepare for a pincer offensive."
In the darkness, Guan Shijie and Hu Yang could be seen nodding.
When Hansen heard that he was excluded from the attack again, he was about to speak when Zhang Sixing continued his order.
"If I don't shoot, no one should do anything. If I shoot, I will have to suppress them even if Hansen runs out of shells."
"Sir is wise, those bastards deserve a good spanking. Sir, I'll go to the cannon."
He happily scolded his wife in German. Hansen Raul quietly walked towards the place where the two cannons were arranged, and almost instantly heard his scolding voice in blunt German.
"Your commanders haven't been trained, okay? The cannon bunkers look like this..."
When Guan Shijie and Hu Yang heard his roar, they turned to look at each other without laughing.
On the way here, I heard the brothers in the fire team say that Hansen Raul was indeed a German, strict, dogmatic, and rigid.
At this time, Zhang Si had returned to his "hairy-night monster" appearance, and his fingers spread the green oil paint in various shades on his face.
"Prepare your manpower and move forward slowly. No matter who is in the warehouse, if they don't let me in, I'll hit them."
Zhang Sixing was an extreme sports enthusiast in his previous life. He basically lived in the mountains and dealt with snakes more often than with people.
Although I interact with a lot of people in this life, they are basically all Germans.
For those people in China who like to use roundabout ways to talk and deceive people when doing things, holding a gun to their head is a good choice.