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Chapter 1513 dead horse as a living horse doctor

Yes, the Japanese did it on purpose.

They are fishing.

The wounded Chinese soldiers dragged by the tanks were their bait, and they wanted to provoke the Chinese soldiers.

Hideo Fukuda has found the shortcomings of the Chinese. The biggest advantage of the Chinese troops hiding here is that they are familiar with the terrain. It is not wise to chase and fight them in this complex residential area. The long guns in their hands are more useful in these narrow alleys.

There is no advantage at all, but the Chinese lack heavy firepower, and the fragile wooden structures of Chinese residential buildings do not allow them to hide in them and shoot at his team unscrupulously.

The best proof is that the machine gun of the 94 armored vehicle, which barely stopped testing the firepower, fired recklessly at the residential buildings on both sides. The attack intensity of the damn Chinese army, which was like rats, became less and less.

He needed to use this wounded Chinese soldier to fish out more Chinese troops, and then use heavy machine guns to kill them, even if he had to pay a higher price.

Taking full advantage of his firepower, using wounded Chinese soldiers or even himself as bait, this Japanese squad leader was very cruel, but that was also the best way, the only way to get him and the remaining soldiers under his command out of this hell.

If there was a rocket launcher here, it might make all the ambitions of this cunning and cruel Japanese lieutenant squad leader come to nothing. Unfortunately, the security regiment defenders did not have it in their hands. The only special forces of the independent regiment who had rocket launchers were still on more important battlefields.

Waiting for the Japanese troops.

The officers and soldiers of the Songjiang Security Regiment can only rely on themselves and the long and short rifles in their hands. The most powerful weapon is the Czech light machine gun. The light machine gun that can continuously fire 20 rounds of bullets has the greatest reliance on Hideo Fukuda -

--For the 94 armored vehicle, it is just scratching the surface.

Qingpi was lying in a secret position 30 meters away, looking at the wounded soldiers. They were soldiers from his platoon. Of course he recognized them. They were also one of the few "honest soldiers" in his platoon.

The so-called "honest soldier" in the security corps is naturally the kind of soldier who does not disturb the people, because he is not particularly short of money. The reason why the big-headed soldier known as "Zhen Laoshi" is over 28 years old still goes to the security corps to serve as a soldier

, because his little daughter was suffering from severe tuberculosis. Although the disease had been declared incurable by the doctor, "Zhen Laoshi" wanted to save her wholeheartedly. She came to serve as a soldier not only because she had military pay to pay for the expensive medicine, but more importantly.

What's more, he has military uniforms from the security corps as tiger skins. Doctors in hospitals and pharmacies never dare to neglect and can do their best to treat him. In addition, his family still has some financial resources. More than a year later, it was announced that he would not survive more than three years.

Yue's little girl with consumptive miraculously is still alive, which makes "Zhen Laoshi", whose family is mainly engaged in business and is relatively well off, stay in the security team, even if it is just to be a top soldier.

Unexpectedly, before his daughter's illness was cured, they were about to fight the Japanese. Although his wife and three children evacuated early, Qingpi understood the reason why this man wanted to fight the Japanese desperately. If he did not fight away the Japanese, he would always rely on

A young girl who is being supported by drugs will probably die at a relative's house in the countryside. We cannot expect a miracle in that case.

What should I do? Qingpi desperately thought of ways to save his subordinates. Although he had never been a father, he could understand his brother very well. His father, at the last moment of his death, didn't he also hold the hand that had turned gray?

Are his eyes staring at his face? There is no fear of death, but only worry and reluctance for his son. The young Qingpi will never forget the look of his father before he left.

He wished he was alive and that he had a daughter who needed a father.

But, could he save him? As the Japanese convoy slowly approached, with two consecutive gunshots, as the Japanese heavy machine guns fired fiercely, and after several screams, everything calmed down. At least two people who couldn't bear it

The brothers launched an attack, but were hit by a Japanese tank's heavy machine gun.

Qingpi, whose eyes were already red, found in despair that he couldn't save him. Even if he had a cannon that could blow up that nasty little Japanese tank to pieces with one shot, he couldn't save him.

The tank was only five meters away from him, and the aftermath of the bomb would tear him into pieces. Even if he escaped the bomb explosion, the Japanese troops around him would immediately kill him, who was no longer able to move a step on his own. The Japanese troops were extremely cruel.

All his limbs were stabbed to serious wounds, and within a few hundred meters, the bleeding alone would have killed him.

Seeing the Japanese convoy getting closer, Qingpi could only despair. He could guarantee that the reloaded shell gun in his hand would hit at least two Japs again, but he could not guarantee that he could survive the heavy machine gun, let alone save him.

The brother who was still alive and was dragged behind the tank by the Japanese.

Qingpi, who was curled up in pain on the ground, hated the Japanese 94 tanks far more than the cruel Japanese army. Without the support of that tank, the Japanese would never dare to do such a thing. They would dare to show up on this street.

, can be regarded as their Amaterasu appearing.

What should I do? These three words were all that lingered in Qingpi's mind. He struggled to pull his eyes away from the wounded brothers and the Japanese tanks, and looked around, even if he could find a big stone to push down the stairs.

Even if it hits a Japanese tank, it's a sign of a drowning man's panic. The shell gun in his hand won't be of much help to him.

In essence, Qingpi is not a qualified soldier. Even though he has killed at least three Japanese soldiers and seriously injured two, he is actually just an ordinary person wearing a military uniform. The only thing worthy of praise is that he is brave enough.

Ordinary people would probably be scared to death when facing a dozen Japanese soldiers with live ammunition and an armored vehicle armed with a heavy machine gun. How can they still have the courage to shoot at them?

But panic can't actually help people on the battlefield, it can only make people's situation worse. Of course, this is also a learning process. Those who fail to learn will not be qualified to become soldiers and will generally die.

Qingpi's determination to kill the enemy is enough to become a warrior, but his reactions on the battlefield must continue to be learned and improved. The cruel battlefield will become his best and most stringent teacher.

However, Qingpi, who was in a state of despair, was attracted by several glass bottles placed in the corner. The strong smell of white wine reminded Qingpi what they were! How many bottles of white wine were those?

No, there are still a few cotton twists on the mouth of the bottle, which reminded Qingpi of Colonel Yu Xiancheng's explanation in the morning. It was a thing called a Molotov cocktail, which seemed to be able to burn tanks. Although Qingpi claimed that it could burn tanks with a little liquor in it.

He didn't have any confidence in this thing, but after entering this defensive area, he still ordered his soldiers to prepare. That was because he couldn't plan it, so he lit fires in each room and burned the area to white, killing the Japanese devils together.

Liquor may not be able to burn down the Japanese tanks, but it is probably fine as a tinder to burn down a house.

Let's just treat a dead horse as a live doctor! Seeing the small Japanese tank truck driving past the second floor where he was hiding from more than ten meters away, Qingpi, whose eyes were red with "Zhen Laoshi", was already irritated. Even if he was burned.

If he can't defeat the Japanese tanks, then he will go to hell with "Zhen Laoshi"! In the spirit of all brothers, he has killed at least two Japanese devils anyway. He and his future wife will kill two and kill two.

It was a tie, no profit but no loss either.

He inserted the shell gun back into his waist, moved his body slightly, and silently held two of the four prepared incendiary bottles placed there with one hand, struck the matches, and lit them one by one. Qingpi looked through the gap for the last time.

Turning towards "Zhen Laoshi" whose eyes were dull and dull.

Perhaps it was because the two of them had a good connection, or perhaps it was God's last care for the wounded Chinese soldier. "Zhen Laoshi" slightly rolled his eyes, and actually met Qingpi's eyes.

"Platoon commander, save me!" A glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of the wounded Chinese soldier.

"I'm sorry, brother, I can't save you!" Qingpi's tears were full of misery.

He knew that Zhen Lao Lao really wanted to continue living, not for himself, but for his seriously ill daughter. Otherwise, he could have stopped fighting the Japanese. He wanted to drive the Japanese away so much.

Despair! Endless despair.

The eyes of the wounded Chinese soldier dimmed quickly, but the dimness contained a prayer. Although there was no dialogue between the two, Qingpi could understand his eyes. If he could survive, please take care of his wife and children.

"Don't worry, if I can survive, your wife will be my sister, and your son and daughter will be my son and daughter." Qingpi didn't know if "Zhen Laoshi" who was ten meters away could understand his eyes, and closed his eyes tightly.

He closed his eyes, stood up suddenly, and threw the Molotov cocktail in his hand towards the Japanese tank a few meters away at the fastest speed in his life.

Without hesitation, he lay down on the spot, rolled his body desperately and jumped to the first floor. He had shouldered the responsibility of his brother, and he couldn't die easily. Qingpi almost used up all his strength to escape.

The gunshots of the Japanese army rang out, destroying the place where he had been hiding.

"Baga! Damn the Chinese!" When Qingpi threw several Molotov cocktails at the tank, Hideo Fukuda started to panic, and he lay on the ground desperately and rolled to both sides of the street. If it was a grenade, the tank would not be afraid.

, but he was terrible. He did not expect that the Chinese were so "crazy" and dared to launch a sneak attack so close to Chi Zhi.

"Baga! Stupid Chinese people!" When he found out that just a few broken glass bottles hit the 94 tank, the Japanese second lieutenant who had just stabilized his body angrily turned damning into stupidity.

Is there such a stupid tactic to smash a tank with a glass bottle? If it were replaced by a few hand grenades, it would be normal! We must catch this stupid Chinese, tie him behind the tank and drag him to death, the Japanese army

Just when the second lieutenant was about to order a few soldiers to enter the house and pursue him, the sudden burst of flames from the tank suddenly burned the Japanese second lieutenant's pupils.

With the crisp sound of the glass bottle breaking, the high-strength liquor contained in the bottle immediately splashed out and splashed on the outer shell of the 94 tank. Then it was ignited by the fire head and began to burn blazingly.

I'm afraid this Japanese second lieutenant would have never known that a tank covered in steel armor could burn more easily than wood, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

That was completely beyond his burning knowledge.

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PS: I went to get an injection. For the sake of Feng Yue who endured the pain of "broken golden elixir" and got up to type words early in the morning, everyone, please throw in your monthly tickets!


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