"Hurry up and tie it up!" At this time, Li Xiang was already urging from the side.
"Why are you so anxious? If it is tied loosely and dropped, it will fall apart! Can it still blow up the tank?" Mr. Wang said angrily.
Tying grenades is also a technical job, and there are grenades. Mr. Wang doesn't know if others can tie the round grenades. Anyway, he doesn't have that ability, he only knows how to tie grenades.
Under Mr. Wang's almost contemptuous words, Li Xiang's face suddenly turned red.
On the one hand, he didn't know anything about this, but on the other hand, it was because Mr. Wang had offended his dignity. Fortunately, he now knew how to tolerate it.
It was extremely cumbersome for Mr. Wang to tie the rope of the cluster grenade, but his movements were quite skillful, and the people watching by him felt dazzled.
The Japanese tank was approaching, and Wang Laomao finally tied the cluster grenade together.
As soon as he finished tying the grenades, he hugged the bundle of cluster grenades and ran to the left where Shang Zhen and the others had just gone.
As soon as Mr. Wang made such a move, the rest of Shang Zhen's group naturally followed him.
By this time, all of them had already figured out why Shang Zhen ran to the left.
Although the mountain road below was passing under their noses, there was nothing to cover at the foot of the mountain. How could they blow up the Japanese tanks if they couldn't get close? Shang Zhen must have gone looking for terrain where he could get close to the tank.
Da Lao Hu glanced at Li Xiang, and he wanted to go too.
But just when he got up, he hurriedly knelt down, because at this time he saw the yellow Japanese army emerging from the direction of the mountain pass. There were infantry behind the Japanese tanks!
"They still have infantry!" Big Old Hu shouted.
But at this time, the Japanese tanks were already approaching, and the people running in front did not look back. The roar of the Japanese tanks was already loud, so they probably didn't hear it.
Da Lao Hu stood up and was about to chase after him, but Li Xiang stretched out his hand and grabbed him!
Old Hu was stunned. He couldn't understand what Li Xiang meant!
He subconsciously struggled again, but Li Xiang's hand did not let go, and it was only then that he felt something was wrong.
"Wait a minute, wait until they finish blowing up the tanks!" Li Xiang shouted.
Big Old Hu was completely stunned, and he felt his head buzzing. Is the battle still fought like this?
He wanted to break free from Li Xiang's hand, but the fear of his superior made him squat down.
At this time, when Wang Laomao saw Shang Zhen on the other side of the hillside, Shang Zhen was already at the foot of the mountain, and Shang Zhen happened to be looking back at him.
Wang Laomao continued to move forward under the cover of the terrain, but at this time, the roar of the tank became louder and louder.
There were only a few shrubs on the hillside, and regardless of the buds growing on the shrubs, even if they were lush, they could not block his figure.
As a last resort, Mr. Wang could only hold the bundle of handbags in his arms, sit down on the hillside, and sneak down.
Since Shang Zhen and the others have been fighting against the Japanese army and the logistics supply is not timely, they are now wearing cotton clothes.
But even though Mr. Wang was wearing cotton clothes, when he was sliding down the hillside, the hillside was not a smooth ice surface, so he felt his buttocks were hurting from the stones on the hillside. !
But Mr. Wang didn't care about this. When he stopped with slippery inertia on the hillside, he got up again and rolled forward.
And when he got behind the big rock where Shang Zhen was hiding, the first Japanese tank showed its head.
Mr. Wang was holding the bundle of grenades and breathing heavily. Only then did he realize that Tiger Pillar was hiding behind another stone.
"***!" Amidst the roar of the Japanese tanks, Wang Lao Mao cursed Hu Zhuzi fiercely, but no one could hear clearly what he was scolding.
The Japanese tanks passed by dozens of steps away from them. How many years later, to ordinary people, this would be an ordinary thing, just like the tractor or the road roller. Who wouldn't know that? Shake the ground?
But for people nowadays, even Chinese soldiers, this scene makes them very nervous.
In their eyes, the Japanese tanks were armored behemoths. Ordinary guns could only make a clanging sound when hit on the iron plate. The only thing that could blow up the tanks were cluster grenades.
Amid the tremors on the ground, Shang Zhen reached for the bundle of grenades held by Mr. Wang.
But Mr. Wang twisted his body and refused to let Shang Zhen off. Then he unscrewed the small cap on the handle of one of the grenades and clamped the handle of the bundle of grenades to the front under his arm.
Then Mr. Wang ignored the tank that was passing behind him. He saw Tiger Zhuzi looking at him, so he continued to smack his lips at Mr. Wang. Shang Zhen next to him knew from the look on Mr. Wang's expression that he was He's scolding Hu Zhuzhu again.
No wonder Mr. Wang scolded the tiger pillar, the tiger pillar was a real tiger!
How could they take the initiative to say in front of Li Xiang that their original company had bombed tanks?
To be honest, Shang Zhen himself has never exploded a tank.
As for the reason why Wang Laomao dared to blow up tanks, Shang Zhen guessed that it was because Wang Laomao was a veteran. It turned out that the Northeast Army was very wealthy and had aircraft, cannons and tanks. Wang Laomao knew how to blow up tanks.
Hearing that several Japanese tanks had passed by, Shang Zhen ignored Mr. Wang and peeked from the stone.
After a while, Shang Zhen reached out and patted Wang Lao Mao on the shoulder and stretched out two fingers to Wang Lao Mao.
As expected, Mr. Wang understood what Shang Zhen meant, which meant that there were only two tanks left.
So Mr. Wang stopped scolding Tiger Pillar. He first glanced at the terrain in front of him, then retracted his body and held the bundle of grenades against the stone, looking up at the blue sky.
So a scene like this appeared under the sky.
An invader's tank rumbled past, and the observation window on the tank opened to reveal the face of the Japanese army.
Wherever the tank passed, the ground trembled, and the grass that had just become green seemed to be trembling.
There was blue smoke and black dust filling the air, and the invader's steel behemoth was rushing towards the killing battlefield.
And just behind the big rock on the roadside, there was a Chinese veteran holding a bundle of grenades and looking at the blue sky.
Who knows what he is thinking? Maybe he was thinking whether his next actions would prevent him from seeing the blue sky again? Maybe he was thinking that there was a woman who once belonged to him in the far north.
And when the tremor caused by the tank became intense again, the veteran glanced sideways at the last tank, stood up, dodged the rocks and rushed out!
The Japanese army's tanks have observation windows outside. When encountering an obstruction, the Japanese army will close the observation windows and observe the outside through the observation slit less than one centimeter wide on the tank, so the tank has a visual blind spot.
The veteran no longer cared whether the Japanese army could see him. At this time, the Japanese army in the tank found that it was too late to turn the turret.
He pulled the string of the grenade sharply and white smoke spurted out, and then he threw the bundle of grenades in front of the tank tracks.
And in the next moment, he suddenly turned around and fell down. There was a small pit that he had noticed.
God knows where that dirt pit came from. Maybe it was stepped on by horse hooves and then became bigger due to wind, rain, and sun.
The veteran looked so heroic when he threw cluster grenades at the invaders' tanks, but he was so embarrassed the moment he fell down.
There was still water and mud in the pit after the melted ice and snow, but he stumbled in without hesitation.
But the outer edge of the pit happened to be a little higher, so the moment he lay down, his butt was right on the edge of the pit!
I hope the shrapnel won't blow my butt into four pieces. Oh, by the way, there is a jingle in this place in the Northeast about the little girl going to Jing Yan'er. What did it say?
But before the veteran could remember the familiar catchphrase of Northeastern people, he heard the loud explosion coming from behind his butt!
