The War of Resistance

"What the hell, if you defend three points in a row, you lose them in half an hour, and then use four or five companies to grab them back. Let the donkey kick the brains of an official!" In the afternoon, Wang The old hat finally couldn't help but cursed loudly.

Amidst Wang Laomao's scolding, everyone's face showed displeasure.

Yes, although they didn't make a sound, this didn't prevent them from thinking that the head of the second division official was really kicked by a donkey!

Since Shang Zhen and the others rushed over hearing the gunshots, they have been watching from the sidelines.

They looked at Yang Chuanxi even being suppressed in the depression, but they saw the heavy casualties that the Second Division paid to regain the three buildings!

According to the estimates of these "bystanders", in just over an hour, the Second Division launched a tidal charge towards the three buildings that had been lost.

A company of more than a hundred people rushed up and fed the bullets, and when they got up again, there were only twenty or thirty people left, and then the gunfire of the Japanese army rang out again, and those twenty or thirty people died too!

Then, the second company rushed up again, but the ending was the same as the first company!

But this was not over yet. In just over an hour, the Second Normal University launched four offensives.

A conservative estimate puts the death toll at over 500!

Five hundred people sounds like a cold number. Ordinary people can't imagine what it would be like if five hundred people died together.

But you can imagine the slaughterhouse, even if five hundred white-striped pigs were slaughtered, what kind of miserable scene it would be!

However, none of this should have happened!

Although Shang Zhen and the others were not the commander of the campaign, nor were they the director of the script, but the original script was not written like this.

Those who were guarding above should have been Chinese soldiers, yes, they were Chinese soldiers, and those who fell in pieces should be the attacking Japanese devils!

But, how did this get screwed over!

Those who should have killed were killed, and those who should have been killed became butchers!

"It's nothing special to read, I think we should go back to the New Seventh Brigade, if I continue to watch, my eyes will start to bleed!" Old Mao Wang roared again.

At this time, his face was already flushed, and even the veins on his neck were showing. He was so furious that everyone looked at him but had no choice but to do anything.

Wang Laomao really didn't watch when the second division launched an attack on the three buildings at the beginning.

He is a veteran, he knows too much about the tragedy of the charge, he doesn't want to see a Chinese soldier like himself being beaten to death by the Japanese army for nothing, so he chooses not to watch it.

However, he didn't watch one company being knocked down by the Japanese army, and he didn't watch two companies being knocked down by the Japanese army, so what about the third company and the fourth company!

Can he resist looking?

After all, his old hat still has a bloody soldier, not the Zhai Gong Zhai Po in the Buddhist hall who is wearing a rosary and reciting the Buddha's name!

"Old Uncle Wang, don't be angry! At that time, we will kill more devils and avenge our Chinese people." In the end, the little dustpan gently tugged at him to prevent him from showing up behind the stone where he was hiding. Too many shapes.

Old Mao Wang sat down angrily, leaning his body against the stone fiercely.

In his rage, he leaned so hard that the back of his head hit the stone and made a "dang" sound.

Everyone became even more silent, and Old Mao Wang endured the pain but refused to rub it.

After a while, someone spoke, it was Chu Tian.

"I think back then, when the Eight-Power Allied Forces attacked BJ, our army of the Qing Dynasty either rode horses or held long guns and charged at foreigners like this.

The foreigners just hit with foreign guns like that, and after killing one group, we will go up again.

How many years have passed, why do we Chinese still play like this? "Chu Tian couldn't help but sigh.

Chutian is now the one with the most ink in Shang Zhen's group, but he really shouldn't say such things at this time, his words are like crushed salt, but they are directly on everyone's face. Sprinkle another handful on the wound that just appeared!

"Shut your beak, damn it! We're here to fight, I didn't ask you to come here as a spectator, if you don't want to stay with us, you'll get fucked!" Old Mao Wang was angry again.

This man, especially the vast majority of men, what will they do if they can't find a solution to the problem after being aggrieved? Will vent my anger!

Yes, to vent anger, to transfer your anger to someone else who has nothing to do with the thing that irritated him.

What Chu Tian said was a bit inappropriate, but Old Mao Wang finally found a place to vent his anger.

Under Wang Laomao's scolding voice, Chu Tian, ​​who was about to say something more, turned red immediately.

It is true that Chu Tian is a scholar, but he is not a half-talented scholar Chen Hanwen after all. He privately feels that he has the character of a scholar.

Looking at Old Mao Wang's look like a cockfight, he didn't do it anymore, and he replied very unconvinced: "Why am I a spectator, if you are not a spectator, you have the kind of—"

"Shut up, Chutian! What kind of nonsense are you talking about!"

But just before Chu Tian had finished speaking, Shang Zhen shouted loudly.

As soon as Shang Zhen spoke, Chu Tian's face turned even redder. He looked at Shang Zhen and finally lowered his head in silence.

At this time, Shang Zhen said to Old Mao Wang: "Platoon leader, don't be angry, the key is how to get Company Commander Yang and the others out."

When Shang Zhen said this, Old Mao Wang, who had been enraged again, did not speak, but his chest was still heaving.

It can be seen that although Old Mao Wang was angry, he had to give Shang Zhen the "face".

"We can't take care of that part of the Central Army, but we always have to find a way to save Company Commander Yang and the others." Shang Zhen said again.

Once Wang Laomao got angry, Shang Zhen couldn't control it, but he knew that he could divert Wang Laomao's attention by saying what to do next.

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, he took a sneak peek at Mr. Wang's hat. Mr. Wang, who had already straightened his body, finally leaned back against the rock.

"How do you plan to save?" Li Le spoke at this moment.

If you want to say who is a "spectator" among them now, Li Le is the closest to a "spectator".

After arriving, he watched Yang Chuanxi's cavalry company abandon their horses and charge and was suppressed by the Japanese firepower in the depression.

Then he saw the second division launch round after round of similar or even suicide attacks on the positions taken by the Japanese army.

And just now he saw such a small "infighting" among Shang Zhen and his group.

Now he is very curious about what method Shang Zhen will use to save Yang Chuanxi's company.

Ever since the second division launched a charge against the Japanese army, Yang Chuanxilian had been hiding behind the ridge in the depression.

Wouldn't it be good to say that they also charged the Japanese army?

If Li Le were to answer, his choice would be the same as Yang Chuanxi's, not good!

Not to mention the heavy machine guns of the Japanese army on the first building now, even if they have two light machine guns, when Yang Chuanxi even rushes to the foot of the mountain, there will be nothing left!

Otherwise, sometimes choices are very important in life. If you make the right choice, you can save a lot of effort. If you make the wrong choice, no matter how hard you try, you will not be able to get out of the original "frame".

After all, it was too easy to lose those three buildings!

"I didn't think it through, but it's not okay to procrastinate like this." Shang Zhen was also very distressed.

"If it can be delayed until dark, they will definitely be able to withdraw without us covering up." At this time, Ma Erhuzi said.

"Can it really last until dark? Can you guarantee that the little devils will not increase their troops?" Shang Zhen was already deeply worried.