The War of Resistance

"Boom" "Boom", there was a faint sound of artillery.

And in the woods of a mountain, hundreds of officers and soldiers of the Northeast Army listened to the sound of the 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 expressions of the hundreds of officers and soldiers of the Northeast Army were different.

Shang Zhen and his group all looked dignified, but most of the remaining people did not look dignified, and some even showed some kind of joy in their eyes, and that person was Li Xiang.

Li Xiang was looking at Qian Chuaner holding the Japanese tank soldier's hat in his hand.

He knows that this hat is his credit, and it will be a stepping stone for his promotion to the brigade chief of staff.

Li Xiang was about to speak, but Shang Zhen had already spoken first: "Did any of you see the little dustpan?"

Um? Shang Zhen's question made the small group of them look at each other, they were obviously looking for a small dustpan.

"When I retreated just now, he was still behind me!" Erhanzi said at this time.

As soon as Shang Zhen frowned, he looked among Dalao Hu and the others again, but he still didn't see the little dustpan.

"Company Commander Hu, have you seen our kid?" Shang Zhen asked.

Big old Hu shook his head and looked at his soldiers again.

This time there is no need to ask nonsense, other soldiers also helped Shang Zhen find it, but Shang Zhen immediately got a lot of answers.

"No, I'll go back and look for him, he's probably a bastard for Meng Laowai—" Shang Zhen didn't say anything further, and then he wanted to go forward.

"The little devil hasn't withdrawn yet!" Big Hu hurriedly stopped him.

But Shang Zhen glanced at the big old Hu but didn't say anything. Instead, he dodged the big old Hu who was blocking him and went forward.

"Wait, I'll go with you!" Ma Erhuzi said, holding a flower organ in his hand, he also chased after him.

"I'll go too!" Er Hanzi also spoke, and he followed suit.

"Then let's all go!" Qian Chuaner said at this time.

"What are you going to do? Go back!" Shang Zhen didn't turn his head, but his voice came over.

After Shang Zhen said this, the small group of them stopped in their tracks but turned their attention to Old Mao Wang.

They dared not disobey Shang Zhen's order, but if Wang Laomao wanted to follow, then Shang Zhen would not care about Wang Laomao.

It's just that when the rest of the people looked at Wang Laomao again, they saw Wang Laomao looking at the ground with a gloomy expression, and didn't intend to ask to follow Shang Zhen.

As a result, most of the people finally stayed, and the only ones who followed Shang Zhen to find the dustpan were Ma Erhuzi and Erhanzi.

Looking at the backs of Shang Zhen and the three of them, Big Lao Hu asked, "What did he say about you two just now?"

When Da Laohu asked the question, he naturally looked at Wang Laomao, but Wang Laomao looked gloomy but did not answer him.

The big old Hu looked at the rest of Shang Zhen and his group, so he saw the pain on their faces.

"Dead, the person covering us died when he retreated." Hu Zhuzi answered.

Normally speaking, on the battlefield, if one of your own people dies, but no one will bluntly say that they are dead, it will always be said to be killed in battle.

But Hu Zhuzi is Hu Zhuzi, he is not without so many taboos.

Hearing what Hu Zhuzi said, Big Hu was stunned for a moment.

He thought about it, and it seemed that they didn't even have a single dead, 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 Mao lightly and said, "My condolences!"

Under his slap, Old Mao Wang's face became even more gloomy, as black as a summer cloud.

It was not an ordinary black cloud, but it was like the black cloud before the hailstorm, it was black and black, but his calf started to shake again.

Big Old Hu also felt that something was wrong, he suddenly remembered something and said nothing, while the rest of Shang Zhen's group looked at Old Mao Wang worriedly.

They have been with Wang Laomao for two years, and of course they understand that Wang Laomao's appearance is a sign of getting angry.

But they understood that if Old Mao Wang got angry, unless Shang Zhen was by his side, no one else would be able to hold it back!

It's just that the rest of Shang Zhen's gang knew that Old Mao Wang was going to lose his temper, but some people didn't know, or, even if he knew, he would never take it seriously, just because he was the highest in the team. Commander - 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 standing next to Wang Laomao Shang Zhen.

The hat of the Japanese tank soldier was picked up by a string of money, but he still carried it in his hand.

He didn't care about the trophy, he just fell in love with the goggles on the hat.

This was the first time he had seen goggles, and he just thought they were fresh, so he put them on when he was thinking about nothing.

It's just that in Li Xiang's words, Wang Laomao turned his head and saw the tank soldier's hat squarely.

Before the string of money moved, Mr. Wang suddenly snatched the hat over, and then threw the hat out with a flick of his hand!

His fall was hard enough, the hat directly hit the trunk of a tree, which happened to be the end where the goggles were hanging, so everyone heard the "snap" sound of the shattering of the glasses!

As for Wang Laomao, the faces of all the people present changed.

Like Shang Zhen and the rest of his group, they were more or less mentally prepared to lose their temper with Old Mao Wang.

But the faces of the people in the company of Big Old Hu changed, and Li Xiang was the one who changed the most.

Li Xiang only knew about Wang Laomao, and knew that Wang Laomao was the oldest among Shang Zhen's group. It is said that he was a platoon leader, but he dared to smash his spoils in front of his face. Suddenly, Li Xiang's face swelled into a liver color.

But before Li Xiang could decide whether he could bear it or not, Wang Laomao yelled first: "You are all dead! We went ahead to blow up the tanks, and you all shot to remind us that you were all dead!" Ha gone?

Don't you even know about cross-screening? Our people blew up the tank and ran back desperately. Does anyone of you in the woods take a shot for me as a cover?

Where are you alone! Even if one person shoots one shot, can our two covering brothers still die?

His grandma has such a leg, is a little devil's broken hat worth more or the lives of my two brothers' lives?

I'm not going to fight devils with you guys anymore. Sooner or later, I'll let you guys throw the devils to death! "