"Boom" "Boom", there was a faint sound of artillery.
And in the woods on a mountain, hundreds of Northeastern officers and soldiers were listening to the sound of artillery.
The sound of the gun was not very loud, because the gun was a Japanese tank gun, and of course it was not as thick as the barrel of the Japanese infantry gun.
But amidst the sound of artillery, the demeanor of the hundreds of Northeastern officers and soldiers was different.
Shang Zhen and his group all looked solemn, but most of the remaining people did not look solemn. Some even showed some joy in their eyes. That person was Li Xiang.
Li Xiang's eyes were looking at the Japanese tank soldier's hat held in Qian Chuan'er's hand.
He knew that this hat was his own merit, and it would become a stepping stone for his promotion to brigade chief of staff.
Li Xiang was about to speak, but Shang Zhen had already spoken first: "Has any of you seen the little dustpan?"
Um? Shang Zhen's question made the small group of them look at each other, naturally they were looking for a small dustpan.
"When we retreated just now, he was still behind me!" Erhanzi said at this time.
Shang Zhen frowned and looked among Da Lao Hu and the others again, but he still didn't see the little dustpan.
"Captain Hu, have you seen our child?" Shang Zhen asked.
Big Old Hu shook his head and looked at his soldiers again.
This time, there was no need for Old Hu to ask. Other soldiers also helped Shang Zhen look for him, but Shang Zhen immediately received a series of negative responses.
"No, I'll go back and look for him. He's probably a crooked bastard for Mr. Meng -" Shang Zhen stopped talking, and then he started to move forward.
"The little devils haven't withdrawn yet!" Big Old Hu quickly stopped him.
But Shang Zhen glanced at Da Lao Hu but said nothing. Instead, he dodged Da Lao Hu who was blocking him and moved forward.
"Wait, I'll go with you!" Ma Erhuzi said, holding a flower trap in his hand and chasing after him.
"I'll go too!" Erhanzi also spoke, and he followed suit.
"Then let's all go!" Qian Chuan'er said at this time.
"What are you all doing? Go back!" Shang Zhen didn't look back, but his words came through.
When Shang Zhen said this, the small group of them stopped but turned their attention to Mr. Wang.
They dare not disobey Shang Zhen's orders, but if Mr. Wang wants to follow him, then Shang Zhen will not care about Mr. Wang.
But when the remaining people looked at Mr. Wang again, they saw that Mr. Wang was looking at the ground with a gloomy expression, and had no intention of following Shang Zhen.
So, most of the people finally stayed, and only Ma Erhuzi and Erhanzi were the ones who finally went to look for the small dustpan with Shang Zhen.
Looking at the backs of Shang Zhen and the three of them, Old Hu asked: "What did he say about you two just now?"
When Da Lao Hu asked, he naturally looked at Wang Lao Mao, but Wang Lao Mao had a gloomy face but did not answer him.
Big Old Hu looked at Shang Zhen and the rest of his group again, and he saw deep pain on their faces.
"He's dead. The people who were covering us died when they retreated." Hu Zhuzhu continued.
Normally speaking, on the battlefield, even if one of your own dies, but no one will openly say that he is dead, you will always say he was killed in action.
But Tiger Pillar is Tiger Pillar, and he doesn't have so many taboos.
Upon hearing what Hu Zhuzhu said, Da Lao Hu was stunned for a moment.
He thought about it, and it seemed that not even one of them had been killed, at least he had neither seen nor heard of it.
After a moment of silence, Big Old Hu could only step forward and pat Old Wang's hat gently and said: "My condolences!"
Wang Lao Mao's face became even more gloomy under his pat, and his face was as dark as the black clouds in summer.
That was not an ordinary black cloud, it was the kind of black cloud just before hail fell, dark and black, and his calves began to shake again.
Big Old Hu also felt that something was wrong. He suddenly remembered something and stopped talking. The rest of Shang Zhen's group looked at Old Hat Wang worriedly.
They have been working together with Mr. Wang for two years. Of course they understand that Mr. Wang's appearance is obviously a precursor to getting angry.
But they understand that if Mr. Wang gets angry, no one else can hold him back unless Shang Zhen is by his side!
However, the rest of Shang Zhen's group knew that Mr. Wang was going to get angry, but some people didn't know. Or, even if he knew, he would never take it seriously, just because he was the highest ranking member of the team. Sir——Li Xiang.
"Give me that little Japanese hat!" Li Xiang, who was thinking about his bright future, came forward.
What he was running for was Qian Chuan'er who was standing next to Mr. Wang, Shang Zhen.
The Japanese tank soldier's hat was picked up by Qian Chuan, but he still kept it in his hand.
He didn't care about the trophy, he was just attracted by the goggles on the hat.
This was the first time he saw goggles, and he just thought it was new and wanted to wear them when he had nothing to do.
Just when Li Xiang said this, Wang Laomao turned his head and looked at the tank soldier's hat.
Before the string of money was moved, Mr. Wang suddenly snatched the hat over, and then he threw the hat away with a wave of his hand!
His throw was so hard that the hat hit the trunk of a tree, exactly where the goggles were hung, and everyone heard the "snap" sound of the lenses breaking!
At this moment, Old Hat Wang, the expressions of everyone present changed.
The rest of the group, like Shang Zhen, were somewhat mentally prepared for Mr. Wang to lose his temper.
But the faces of the people in Da Lao Hu's company changed, and the one whose face changed the most was of course Li Xiang.
Li Xiang only knew Wang Lao Mao, and knew that Wang Lao Mao was the oldest among Shang Zhen's group. It was said that he was a platoon leader, but he actually dared to smash his trophies to pieces in front of him. Suddenly, Li Xiang's face turned the color of pig liver.
But before Li Xiang could decide whether he could bear it or not, Mr. Wang had already yelled: "You are all dead! We went ahead to blow up the tanks. You didn't just shoot to warn us. You are all dead!" Ha gone?
Don’t you even know how to cross-cover? Our people blew up the tanks and ran back desperately. Did any of you in the woods shoot for me to cover?
You are in the same company! Even if one of us takes one shot, will our two covering brothers still die?
His grandma is a jerk. Is a little devil's shabby hat worth more or the lives of my two brothers?
I’m not going to join forces with you to fight the Japanese anymore. Sooner or later, if I join forces with you to fight the Japanese, you guys will be thrown into a trap and die! "
