Even though he has killed at least four Japanese soldiers now, he is still just an ordinary person wearing a military uniform.
Perhaps, it was his deep-seated hatred that made him not very afraid of death, and he was much more courageous than the average person.
Ordinary people would have been frightened to death when faced with hundreds of Japanese troops armed with live ammunition and two armored vehicles armed with heavy machine guns, so how could they think of saving people?
In fact, even professional soldiers will face difficult choices when faced with this dilemma.
If you save your comrade, both of them will die. If you don't save, you can only watch him die.
It is undoubtedly a heavy psychological burden for soldiers. Even if they survive the battle, they will live in the shadow of guilt.
Such dilemmas are actually multiple-choice questions with no correct answers for both professional and non-professional soldiers.
If it were Tang Dao here, he might not be able to give the answer either, but he would definitely be much calmer than some of the confused crows at this moment.
If he can't save his comrades, then more Japanese will be buried with him. The focus of his thinking will definitely be on how to attack this cruel Japanese army, not just on saving people.
If Crow wants to grow on the battlefield, this almost unsolvable multiple-choice question is the most critical step for him to take.
If the enemy is cruel, he must choose to be ruthless.
He coldly gave up on his comrades, including himself, just to kill more enemies.
Victory is the only criterion for measuring a warrior's performance on the battlefield.
Retaining your humanity prevents you from turning into a beast on a cruel battlefield, but sometimes you have to abandon your humanity and become a ruthless killing machine.
Every time a soldier goes through a battlefield, he has to walk between holding on and abandoning it. This is why there are so many patients with the syndrome of war syndrome.
The glass bottle brought by his companion exuded a strong smell of liquor, but the cotton strip protruding from the mouth of the liquor bottle reminded Crow of the demonstration given by Lieutenant Colonel Tang Dao to them, which was a thing called a Molotov cocktail.
The flames created by the Molotov cocktail were terrifying, but Crow didn't particularly care. In his opinion, this thing was far less useful than bullets. The Japanese infantry would never stand stupidly and let you hit it with a Molotov cocktail.
As for why his infantry platoon had this thing, it was because Crow planned to use this kind of incendiary bottle that could burn for a long time if it didn't work. He would light up seven or eight houses in a row and let the southeast wind blow.
With a blow, the whole neighborhood became a sea of flames, and everyone and the Japanese died together.
But now, Crow, whose mind was completely occupied with 'what to do', suddenly remembered that since Molotov cocktails can even burn rockery and other pure stone mountains, it shouldn't be a big problem to burn armored vehicles.
As long as the armored vehicle is set on fire, what if Wang Laoshi can still be rescued when the Japanese are in panic!
As for whether it could be as he imagined, seeing the Japanese armored vehicle approaching from more than ten meters away towards the second floor where he was staying, the blood-red crow, who had been stimulated by the unanswerable multiple-choice questions, could only risk it.
Already.
Even if he couldn't burn down the Japanese tanks, he would go to hell with Wang Laoshi! This was the fulfillment of brotherhood.
In other words, it is a bit regretful that the goal of killing 10 Japanese was not achieved in time.
But fortunately, I also killed four of them. Just like in business, you have to be the first to eat crabs, and you have to make money as early as possible!
The soldier brought over four Molotov cocktails.
Crow inserted the shell gun back into his waist, nuzzled at the soldiers who were crawling over, signaling that there would be two of them. The soldiers would attack the first armored vehicle, and he would attack the second one.
The soldier understood, placed the Molotov cocktails on the floor, and crawled along the wooden inner corridor to the front room while carrying two of them.
Crow placed the two Molotov cocktails in front of him, leaning against the wooden board, listening to the rumble of the armored vehicle engine outside to judge the distance.
The Japanese are very cunning. The two armored vehicles are separated by six or seven meters one behind the other. This can ensure that the firepower is more concentrated and can also prevent both armored vehicles from being involved in the shock wave when attacked by explosive packets.
Soldiers of the Chinese Security Corps have already tried to drop ignited cluster grenades, but the delay was not mastered well. Two flexible armored vehicles avoided the explosion point. The shock wave formed by the cluster grenades alone affected the 94 armored vehicle with a steel plate nearly 10 mm thick.
It won't cause much harm.
Listening to the rumble of the first armored vehicle passing by five or six meters away from him, the crow rubbed the matches with trembling hands, lit the Molotov cocktails in front of the cotton cloth soaked in white wine one by one, and then threw it for the last time from the gap in the wooden board to the person who was still being dragged by the armored vehicle.
Wang Laoshi is here.
Perhaps because he had lost too much blood after being dragged for a long time, Wang Laoshi, whose life had long been like a candle in the wind, was numb to the severe pain. There was not even despair on his gray face, but more of a dull look in his eyes.
Staring blankly at the sky, he was already waiting for death to come.
The human body is actually very magical. I don’t know if it’s because of the legendary sixth sense, or maybe it’s God’s care for this wounded soldier in his last moments of life.
Wang Laoshi felt someone staring at him, and his dull eyes turned slightly to look at the crow staring at him.
"Platoon leader, save me!" Wang Laoshi's originally dull eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope.
Although he didn't speak, the crow could understand.
"I'm sorry, brother, I can't save you!" The crow's tears were full of misery.
Wu Wu knew that even if he set fire to the armored vehicle, the cruel Japanese army would never give him a chance to rescue him. The two infantry artillery pieces still following him would immediately fire at his position, and the Japanese army behind would also use their guns to kill him.
Killing the useless bait, or even the burning armored vehicle that might have drawn Wang Laoshi, who was a few meters away, into the fire without them taking any action.
Wang Laoshi's eyes quickly dimmed, and he also understood that no one could save him in such a situation.
However, his eyes were still looking in the direction of the crow. He was not hating his platoon leader for not saving him, but was praying.
He was begging his platoon leader. If the platoon leader could survive, please help take care of his children and prevent them from starving to death in this war-torn year.
"Don't worry, if I don't die, the big yellow croaker I have worked hard to save for several years will belong to your family." Crow didn't know whether Wang Laoshi, who was seven or eight meters away, could understand his nod.
After making this oath silently in his heart, he closed his eyes in pain and never looked at Wang Laoshi who was being dragged away.
Then, he put the iron whistle on his chest into his mouth and blew it suddenly.
That is the signal to notify your companions to launch an attack.
At the same time, he stood up suddenly and threw the two Molotov cocktails with the cotton cloth on fire in his hands towards the Japanese armored vehicle a few meters away at the fastest speed in his life.
Crow didn't even check whether the Molotov cocktail hit the armored vehicle. Before the bullets from the Japanese infantry were fired, he lay down on the spot, rolled his body desperately and jumped to the first floor.
This time, he is not only a gangster who wants to avenge his future wife, but also a platoon leader who has shouldered the responsibility of a brother. He cannot die easily like this, he must work hard to survive.
The gunshots of the Japanese army rang out, destroying the place where he had been hiding.
"Baga! Damn the Chinese!" When the crow threw two Molotov cocktails at the tank, Hero Kato, who was moving close to the armored vehicle, was almost frightened by the two black shadows flying towards the armored vehicle.
As well as its skillful tactical moves, it pounced sideways and then rolled to the side of the street.
Armored vehicles are not afraid of grenades thrown by the Chinese, but they are scary.
What he didn't expect was that the Chinese would launch an attack at such a close range. Aren't they afraid of killing their own people too?
It seems that the Chinese have finally become cruel and are ready to abandon their colleagues, and the bait has lost its effect.
"Pay attention to the wounded Chinese soldiers!" Hero Kato evaded somewhat awkwardly while ordering cruelly. "If the Chinese want to save him, then kill him."
Of course, the Japanese captain knew why the Chinese launched such a decisive attack. Naturally, it was because he wanted to rescue the wounded soldiers, so he refused to give them a chance, just to make the Chinese despair and let them experience the heartbreak of not being able to save them.
To put it bluntly, Hero Kato is also a kind of psychological warfare.
He is angering Chinese soldiers.
Only when the Chinese lose their minds can they win more easily.
The two armies fought, using all possible means...
PS: I saw that some book friends said in the comment area that there were too many descriptions of psychological activities, and some said that they were slow, and that Fengyue was filled with water. What should I say? Fengyue hopes to work hard to portray the image of these inconspicuous little people in the war, because
,The war was accomplished by these little people. Whether they were alive or dead, they were the most glorious people of that era.
