"Let us go?" Mr. Wang looked at Shang Zhen with a troubled expression on his face.
It was already dusk at this time, and the reason why Mr. Wang seemed a little embarrassed was because a regiment commander of the Guizhou Army told them to provide cover.
What cover should I use? It was because seven Japanese tanks were trapped in that anti-tank trench!
The anti-tank trench of the Guizhou Army was dug very cleverly. It dug a trench wider than the tank on the ridge of the mountain in front of it, and the depth was more than three meters.
Since the Japanese tanks attacked from bottom to top, the Japanese troops in the tanks did not notice such a deep trench behind the ridge due to their limited line of sight.
So the moment the tank rushed to the top of the mountain, when the Japanese soldiers in the tank saw the ditch, the tank had already fallen down.
This design was so clever that it trapped seven Japanese tanks.
Although some people in later generations call the Japanese tanks Xiaodou tanks, no matter how small a tank is, it is still a tank, and it cannot be pulled up by people. As for the Japanese tank, it is impossible to climb up on your own after it falls!
And if the Japanese army wanted the engineers to dig the trench and release the tanks, it would be impossible for the enemy and us to be shooting at each other!
How could the Qian army, as the defending party, be satisfied if it only fell into the Japanese tanks.
So the former army wanted to wait until dark and send death squads over to blow up those tanks.
However, the equipment of the Guizhou army was not good, and it was impossible to fight the Japanese army with their broken guns.
So the Guizhou Army took a fancy to the automatic weapons used by Shang Zhen and his group, such as flower traps and box cannons.
The Qian army wanted Shang Zhen and the others to help and cover them when the Qian army went to blow up tanks at night.
Logically speaking, Shang Zhen and the others should have supported the Guizhou Army, but it happened that Shang Zhen and the others did not have many bullets left. If there was another fierce battle, Shang Zhen and the others would have to use 38 rifles. This was also a dilemma for Mr. Wang. s reason.
Shang Zhen saw Wang Lao Mao and the officer from the Guizhou Army looking at him. What could he say?
It is true that the Guizhou Army had the most broken weapons, but they had a wonderful idea and used the terrain to dig a trench, trapping seven Japanese tanks.
Everyone knows how difficult it is for Chinese soldiers to fight tanks nowadays. So now that the former army wants Shang Zhen and the others to cover it, how can Shang Zhen refuse?
What's more, because Qiao Xiong's brother was killed in battle, Shang Zhen still felt guilty in his heart, but he just refused to show it.
So Shang Zhen nodded and said: "Sure! We will join the war, but we will only provide you with cover. We are not going to be a suicide squad blowing up tanks."
"Of course." The Guizhou Army officer smiled happily when he saw Shang Zhen agreeing.
Everyone would be happy to have "captured" seven Japanese tanks alive at once. If they blew up all seven tanks again, this would definitely make the Chinese army proud.
The matter of helping the Guizhou army to provide cover was settled.
Shang Zhen and the others immediately found food from the Guizhou army and took a bite of it, then hid on the reverse slope of the low mountain and waited.
The setting sun had already set at this time, but there was still a blush in the sky to the west.
Shang Zhen and Wang Laomao sat together. He glanced at the resting soldiers and couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart.
How many living lives, known and unknown, have disappeared before your eyes. In this life, who knows who will survive to the end, and who will be able to watch the sunset with whom?
Mr. Wang was wiping his penis and mumbling: "When I first touched the gun, the thief was so happy that he thought he could knock down any Siberian tiger with one shot!
What kind of guns were there at that time? They all had old slides, and they fired one round and pressed another round.
But now, the weapons are getting better and better, and the more I fight, the more courage I get, but I am getting less and less courageous. "
Er Ting Bu Lao Mao lamented that Shang Zhen felt the same way.
He wanted to tell Mr. Wang that you had seen too many dead people, but he didn't say anything after all.
Even if there are a thousand troops, only half of them may be left after two battles, and the surviving recruits will become veterans.
When veterans serve as squad leaders or platoon leaders, they are actually soldiers, and they take the lead in fighting.
After two more battles, there will be even fewer veterans.
Shang Zhen can guarantee that those like them who can still breathe from the September 18th attacks to the present are definitely rare!
You know, other Northeastern armies do not always participate in the war.
After a battle, no matter how heavy the losses were, the remaining personnel would rest and recuperate, and they couldn't say that they fought the whole battle now, so that's pretty much it!
During the battle, Shang Zhen and the others saw all kinds of strange ways of death of the soldiers?
They seem to be dancing under the scythe of death every day. I don't know when the scythe of death will be swung down, a wave of life will be taken away.
"Now that I think about it, what's the point of fighting?"
Sometimes I look at the dead people, and when I see the older ones, I think that maybe they are already married. If there is no war, maybe the wife has cooked hot porridge for him to drink.
When I saw how young he was, I thought, this young man is blind for nothing, he died without knowing what a woman is like. well. "Old Mao Wang then sighed.
Shang Zhen looked at Mr. Wang with a strange look?
He felt that Wang Lao Mao was a little frustrated today, even though Wang Lao Mao was actually the oldest.
To be honest, Shang Zhen doesn't want to see Mr. Wang like this. He prefers Mr. Wang who is confident, speaks foul language and has a bad temper.
So Shang Zhen turned his eyes. After a while, he reached out and poked Mr. Wang's hat and whispered: "Your goddaughter is calling you."
"What are you talking about, you little bastard?" Wang was so angry that he scolded Shang Zhen, and his face felt feverish again.
But Old Man Wang saw Shang Zhen pointing down the mountain with his finger. He raised his head and looked down the mountain and saw Ju Hongxia really running up the hillside.
And seeing that the direction Ju Hongxia was walking was really towards her, Old Man Wang felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
They went to cover the Guizhou Army, and of course there was no such thing as a female soldier like Ju Hongxia. But what was Ju Hongxia doing here again?
Ju Hongxia's appearance caused a commotion among the soldiers.
After all, Ju Hongxia's figure is absolutely hot among women.
Now that Ju Hongxia has returned to normal, she has shown her characteristics as a policewoman.
She didn't care at all about the way the soldiers looked at him, but walked up to Shang Zhen and Wang Laomao openly, and then spread her hands out.
At this time, everyone saw that there were two pieces of candy in Ju Hongxia's palm.
"You two officers each have one piece. I dug it out of the Japanese's pocket." Ju Hongxia said.
Ju Hongxia was so generous that the other soldiers had nothing to say. What's more, Shang Zhen and Wang Laomao were their commanders, so they could only envy her.
And in the era of war, there were not so many people saying that even if you dug out the candy from the corpse of the Japanese, you had to eat it.
Mr. Wang reached out and picked up a piece of candy from the orange-red palm. He unceremoniously took off the candy wrapper, stuffed the piece of fruit candy into his mouth, and then said vaguely: "I am Her savior deserves it.”
What Mr. Wang said was that he was the one who lifted Ju Hongxia out of the house when the Japanese army bombarded the village.
Although it was later proven that the back of Ju Hongxia's head was only hit by a falling brick.
Shang Zhen thought about it and then reached out and took the remaining piece of candy.
But he didn't take it into his mouth, but put it in his pocket.
Everyone saw Ju Hongxia walking gracefully up the hillside, and then walking down the hillside gracefully.
Women are always a unique scenery in war, and the appearance of Ju Hongxia finally gave the soldiers a new topic of conversation.
"Little Dustpan, come here!" At this time, Shang Zhen called to Little Dustpan.
When the little dustpan came to him, he threw the piece of candy that Ju Hongxia gave him.
"This is candy from your father-in-law's goddaughter." Shang Zhen said, but his eyes were fixed on Mr. Wang.
Sure enough, at this moment, Mr. Wang glared at Shang Zhen fiercely and cursed: "You ungrateful little bastard!"
Among Shang Zhen and others, only Qian Chuan'er knew why Mr. Wang scolded Shang Zhen as ungrateful. Even Shang Zhen himself didn't know.
So Qian Chuan'er watched Mao Wang eating candy with his eyes wide open. He finally concluded that there must be something going on between Mao Wang and that Ju Hongxia!
Could it be said that Uncle Wang, who was born in Huzi, should have been a natural enemy of the police, but now he really wants to act like a bearded singer who has made a comeback?
