The flares shone brightly in the sky, and a Chinese soldier shouted: "Cover the little dustpan!" That was Shang Zhen.
With Shang Zhen's shouts, box cannons, flower traps, machine guns, and all automatic and semi-automatic weapons all rang out.
Shang Zhen never expected that the little dustpan would rush to the front.
People always have someone close to them.
Although Shang Zhen and others followed the Guizhou army out to attack the Japanese army at night, he still emphasized to his soldiers before setting off that they should pay attention to saving ammunition.
Now that the little dustpan has rushed to the front, what ammo can we save? Let’s save the little dustpan first!
The flames spewing from the muzzle and the stream of bullets crisscrossed the area. In an instant, Zhang Zhen's firepower really suppressed the Japanese army.
But so what?
They really don't have much ammunition left!
When the bullets in the first magazine are empty, the second magazine is replaced. But when the second magazine is empty again, some soldiers no longer have a full magazine in their hands.
Rather than reloading bullets into the magazine, it's better to pick up the rifle and shoot directly.
At this time, the firepower of the Japanese army became stronger.
When Shang Zhen and others were suppressed by the Japanese firepower, the illumination bomb happened to fall from the sky, and the world returned to darkness for a moment!
And when a flare rose again, illuminating the sky and the earth, Shang Zhen, who was lying on the ground, looked towards the place where the dustpan had thrown the grenade, but the dustpan was no longer there!
Shang Zhen thought nervously where the little dustpan had gone. But at this moment, huge explosions of cluster grenades were heard one after another on the top of the mountain.
In order to blow up the Japanese tanks, some soldiers of the Guizhou Army jumped directly into the anti-tank trench with cluster grenades!
Explosions sounded one after another, and then thick smoke rose from the anti-tank trench. It was the Japanese tanks that were blown up one after another.
"Retreat!" At this time, an officer of the Guizhou Army shouted.
The purpose of this attack by the Chinese army was to blow up the Japanese tanks trapped in the anti-tank trenches.
Since the Japanese tanks had been blown up, they must have retreated.
"Cover! Cover!" Shang Zhen shouted as the box cannon in his hand kept "pop-pop" ringing.
It was true that they were here to provide cover, but they were actually providing cover for the Guizhou Army's death squads. There was no way he could ignore the life and death of friendly troops just for the sake of Xiao Dustpan.
The Chinese troops came very slowly this time because they sneaked in during the night, but when the battle started, they attacked quickly and retreated quickly.
There were more than 100 people when we came out, but only about 50 people were left when we went back.
Shang Zhen, who was acting as a cover, had fought too hard to save Xiao Dustpan, and everyone had almost used up the bullets of their automatic weapons. Now they could only use rifles to shoot at the Japanese army.
"Little dustpan!" Mr. Wang shouted, but what could he do? He could only retreat backwards with Shang Zhen and the others.
Finally, when they retreated to more than 200 meters, the Japanese flares went out, and Wang Laomao shouted again: "Let's go back with me to save Xiao Dustpan!"
Shang Zhen was about to say, "Aren't you just joking?" But at this moment, a grenade explosion suddenly came from the anti-tank trench ahead.
That was a very normal explosion of a grenade. It was naturally different from the explosion of cluster grenades used by the Guizhou Army's death squads to bomb Japanese tanks.
But at this sound, Hu Zhuzhu subconsciously said "It's over!"
"Why are you just throwing it away?" Ma Erhuzi didn't understand what Huzhuzi meant.
"I mean that little brat is finished!" Hu Zhuzhu whispered, "80% of him died together with the little devil."
"You—" Hu Zhuzi's words made Ma Erhuzi angry, but then Shang Zhen ordered again: "All of you, step back another hundred meters!"
"Why? I still plan to save Little Dustpan!" Hu Zhuzhu said again.
If you don't say that he is a tiger, he is talking in such a confused manner.
He just said that the little dustpan was 80% finished, but now he is still thinking that there may be 20% left, hoping to rescue the little dustpan!
"Go back!" Mr. Wang cursed.
This time Hu Zhuzhu didn't dare to talk back, and everyone stepped back, but Shang Zhen stayed, and so did Mr. Wang.
While the rest of the people were retreating, the Japanese army fired another flare. Fortunately, those people fell down in time, and Shang Zhen and Wang Laomao hid in a depression.
"If there is another explosion, it means that little kid is still alive!" Wang Laomao buried his head under the ridge and muttered in a low voice.
Shang Zhen didn't say anything, and he didn't give up, but things were unpredictable and the battlefield was changing. Who knew what was going on in the little dustpan?
Anyway, the Japanese army's flares were shining overhead now. Even if Shang Zhen had any ideas, he had to wait until the Japanese army stopped firing the flares.
The Japanese gunfire continued. The bullets hit Shang Zhen and Wang Laomao and made a "chirp" sound, but the Japanese army's shooting was undoubtedly blind, and the bullets could not hurt the two of them.
When the Japanese flares were extinguished again, Shang Zhen and Wang Laomao also started to move. This time they ran more than fifty meters to the left and rear. There was a dirt bag there, and the two of them hid behind the dirt bag.
"Alas." Mr. Wang leaned on the dirt bag and sighed.
After sighing, he reached out and touched the cigarette out of habit, but he knew that this was a battlefield and he couldn't light a cigarette, so he just took out a cigarette and put it to his nose and smelled it.
"Boss Shang, do you think I'm getting old? Only old people sigh." Wang Lao Mao sighed.
Are you old? Shang Zhen replied to Mr. Wang in his heart, but he did not say it out loud.
If the little dustpan thing hadn't happened, Shang Zhen wouldn't have cared about making another joke with Mr. Wang.
For example, just yesterday, he said that Ju Hongxia was Mr. Wang's goddaughter, which made Mr. Wang's face turn red.
It would be okay if Mr. Wang really took in a goddaughter, but why would Mr. Wang blush? Therefore, Shang Zhen's words have obvious implications.
But the problem is that now Xiao Dustpan has entered the Japanese army's position without authorization, and it is still unknown whether he can come back. Naturally, Shang Zhen will not make such inappropriate jokes with Mr. Wang.
The Japanese army was attacked by the Chinese army. It cannot be said that they suffered heavy losses, but they were also seriously injured. They were temporarily unable to attack. Shang Zhen and Wang Laomao waited like this until the Japanese flares stopped rising.
But at this time, the two of them pricked up their ears like civet cats hunting mice in the dark night.
"It depends on whether the little dustpan can come back now, alas." Mr. Wang sighed again.
Shang Zhen still didn't answer, just listening to the movement ahead.
The two of them stayed up for another hour, and Wang Laomao finally sighed again: "It seems that I am still old."
But at this time, Shang Zhen laughed silently in the darkness, and then Shang Zhen whispered something that almost made Mr. Wang jump. What Shang Zhen said was: "You are only over forty, you are not old, people There are still those who have children at fifty!"
"What the hell are you talking about? What the hell are you talking about?" Mr. Wang was so angry at Shang Zhen's cold words, but when he was thinking about going back to deal with Shang Zhen, he suddenly heard When there was a sound in front of me, I quickly closed my mouth.
The two people listened attentively, and sure enough, there was really a sound ahead. At this time, Shang Zhen whispered: "Wandering all over the street (gāi)."
Just after Shang Zhen said this, a beaming reply came from the darkness ahead: "Little girl, come to the well!"
"You bastard, you still know how to come back?" Mr. Wang started to curse.
It's just that he was scolding, but his voice sounded particularly festive, because the voice of the other person speaking was exactly that of Little Dustpan!
