The War of Resistance

"Quickly tie it up!" At this time, Li Xiang was already urging from the side.

"What's the hurry, the ties fall apart and the flowers fall apart! Can you still blow up the tank?" Old Mao Wang said angrily.

Binding a grenade is also a technical job, but there are grenades. Wang Laomao doesn't know if others can tie the round grenade, anyway, he doesn't have that ability, he only knows how to tie the grenade.

In Wang Laomao's almost contemptuous words, Li Xiang blushed instantly.

On the one hand, he didn't know about this aspect, on the other hand, it was because Old Mao Wang offended his dignity, but fortunately he knows how to bear it now.

It was extremely cumbersome for Wang Laomao to tie the string of the cluster grenade, but his movements were quite skillful, and the people watching by him felt dazzled.

The Japanese tanks were approaching, and Wang Laomao finally tied the cluster grenades together.

As soon as he finished tying the grenade, he carried the bundle of cluster grenades and ran to the left where Shang Zhen and the others had just gone.

After Wang Laomao made such a move, the rest of Shang Zhen's group naturally followed suit.

By this time, all of them had figured out why Shang Zhen ran to the left.

Although the mountain road below was right under their noses, there was nothing to hide at the foot of the mountain. How could they blow up the tanks if they couldn't get close to the Japanese tanks? Shang Zhen must have gone to find a terrain that would be good for approaching the tank.

The big old Hu glanced at Li Xiang, and he also wanted to go.

But when he just got up, he quickly crouched down, because at this time he saw the yellow figure of the Japanese army emerging from the direction of the mountain pass, and there were infantry behind the Japanese tanks!

"They still have infantry!" Big Old Hu shouted.

It's just that the Japanese tanks were already approaching at this time, and the people running in front didn't look back. The roar of the Japanese tanks was already loud, so they probably didn't hear it.

The big old Hu got up and was about to chase, but was grabbed by Li Xiang who was beside him!

The big old Hu was stunned, he couldn't figure out what Li Xiang meant!

He subconsciously struggled again, but Li Xiang's hand did not let go, and only then did he feel that something was wrong.

"Wait a little longer, wait until they finish blowing up the tank!" Li Xiang shouted.

Big old Hu was completely stunned, he felt his head "buzz", is this still the way to fight?

He really wanted to break free from Li Xiang's hand, but out of fear of the officer, he squatted down.

But at this time, when Old Mao Wang saw Shang Zhen at the other end of the hillside, Shang Zhen was already at the foot of the hill, and it happened that Shang Zhen was also looking back at him.

Wang Laomao continued to move forward under the cover of the terrain, but at this moment the roar of the tank was getting louder and louder.

There are only a few shrubs on the hillside, and no matter which shrubs only grow buds, even if they grow lushly, they will definitely not be able to block his figure.

As a last resort, Wang Laomao could only hug the bundle of handbags, sit down on the hillside, and slipped down.

Because Shang Zhen and the others have been fighting the Japanese army for a long time, the logistics supply is not timely, so they are wearing cotton clothes now.

But even though Old Mao Wang is wearing cotton clothes now, when he slipped down the hillside, the hillside was not smooth and iced, and he could feel his buttocks being hurt by the stones on the hillside. !

But Old Mao Wang didn't care about these things, when he stopped on the slippery hillside, he hurriedly got up again, rolled forward and rolled over.

And when he leaned behind the big rock where Shang Zhen was hiding, the first Japanese tank showed its head.

Old Wang hated the bundle of grenades and panted heavily, only then did he realize that Hu Zhuzi was hiding behind another rock.

"***!" Amidst the roar of the Japanese tanks, Old Mao Wang scolded Hu Zhuzi severely, but no one could hear what he was scolding.

The Japanese tanks passed by dozens of paces away from them. After many years, this would be a very common thing for ordinary people, such as that tractor, such as that road roller, which one would not Shake the ground?

But for people nowadays, even for Chinese soldiers, this kind of scene makes them very nervous.

In their eyes, the Japanese tanks were armored monsters, and ordinary guns could only jingle when hit on iron plates, and the only thing that could blow up tanks was cluster grenades.

In the tremor of the ground, Shang Zhen reached out to grab the bundle of grenades that Old Mao Wang was holding.

But Wang Laomao twisted his body and refused to give Shang Zhen at all, and then he unscrewed the small cap on the handle of one of the grenades, and clamped the handle of the bunch of grenades facing forward under his armpit.

Then Old Mao Wang ignored the tank passing behind him. He saw Hu Zhuzi looking at him, so he continued to smack at Hu Zhuzi. I'm scolding Hu Zhuzi again.

It's no wonder that Old Mao Wang scolded Hu Zhuzi, this Hu Zhuzi is a real tiger!

How could he take the initiative to say that their original company bombed tanks in front of Li Xiang?

To be honest, Shang Zhen himself has never blown up 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 still very rich, with aircraft, artillery and tanks. Wang Laomao knew how to bomb tanks.

Hearing that several Japanese tanks had already passed by, Shang Zhen ignored Old Hat Wang and peeked from the side of the stone.

After a while, Shang Zhen reached out and patted Wang Laomao on the shoulder, and extended two fingers to Wang Laomao.

Old Mao Wang really understood what Shang Zhen meant, which meant that there were only two tanks left.

So Old Mao Wang stopped scolding Hu Zhuzi, and 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 such a scene appeared under the sky.

The tanks of the invaders rumbled past, and the observation windows on the tanks were open, revealing the faces of the Japanese soldiers.

And where the tanks passed by, the ground trembled, and the grass that had just become green seemed to be trembling.

Blue smoke and black dust filled the air, and the invader's steel giant was rushing to the battlefield of killing.

And just behind the big rock on the side of the road, a Chinese veteran was holding a bundle of grenades and looking at the blue sky.

Who knows what he is thinking again? Maybe he was thinking about whether he would never see the blue sky again in the next action? Perhaps he was thinking that there was a woman in the far north who once belonged to him.

And when the tremors from the tank became stronger again, the veteran glanced sideways at the last tank, stood up, flashed the stone and rushed out!

The tanks of the Japanese army have observation windows outside, and the Japanese soldiers will close the observation windows when encountering obstruction, and observe the outside through the observation slots on the tanks less than one centimeter wide, so the tanks have blind spots for vision.

The veteran no longer cared whether the Japanese army could see him or not. At this time, the Japanese army in the tank found that it was too late to turn the turret now.

He yanked the string of the grenade and white smoke spewed out, and then he threw the bundle of grenades to the front of the tank's tracks.

And in the next moment, he turned around and fell down, and there was a small pit in his picture.

God knows how that pit came about, maybe it was stepped on by a horse's hoof and it got bigger after being exposed to wind, rain and sun.

The veteran looked so heroic when he threw a cluster grenade at the invader's tank, but he was so embarrassed when he fell down.

There was still accumulated water and mud after the ice and snow had melted in that pit, but he staggered his face into it without hesitation.

However, the outer edge of the pit was a little higher, so the moment he lay down, his butt was sticking out on the edge of the pit!

I hope the shrapnel doesn't blow my ass into four pieces, oh, by the way, there is a jingle about the little girl Shangjing Yaner in the Northeast, what did you say?

It's just that when the veteran hadn't remembered the familiar jingle of the Northeast, he heard the loud explosion coming from behind his buttocks!