The War of Resistance

Under the night, there are continuous marching footsteps, and from time to time there will be the clashing sound of guns.

The team didn't move fast, just because the night was too dark.

Although tonight is a sleepless night for everyone, all the light that can be extinguished has been extinguished.

The common people naturally heard the sound of cannons and gunshots. Bullets have no eyes, so who dares to raise fire in the dark?

So when Zhang Lianjie's battalion passed through a residential area, all they could see was a lonely street light at the intersection ahead.

The street lamp was emitting a dim yellow light, and there were moths and the like hovering around the street lamp.

"Battalion Commander, we won't just withdraw from Fengtian, will we?" At this time, Hu Biao, who was walking with Zhang Linjie, asked in a low voice.

"You ask me, who am I going to ask?" Zhang Lianjie was uninterested.

There were three companies under Zhang Lianjie's battalion, but when he finally got his own battalion together, he found that their battalion was also short of fifty people.

Whether it was stabbed to death by the Japanese army with a bayonet, or was stabbed, or disappeared in the dark.

Their battalion lost about 50 people without firing a single shot, and the possibility of returning was basically zero. As the battalion commander, how could he be in a good mood?

"I remember hearing that the regiment headquarters said that the Japanese army that opposed us was a brigade with a thousand soldiers, right? Can we beat eight thousand against one thousand?" Hu Biao said again?

He didn't look at his battalion commander Zhang Lianjie.

The first night was too dark to see clearly, and the second was hard to see clearly. Because he was too familiar with Hu Biao, he also knew that Zhang Lianjie's thin face must be dark.

The reason why Hu Biao asked was because he also felt useless.

One thousand Japanese soldiers beat them to eight thousand, and then did they get the order to break through?

As soon as the word "breakthrough" was mentioned, Hu Biao had the urge to scold his mother.

What the hell is this breakthrough? One thousand people encircling eight thousand people is like one person encircling eight people. Is eight people called breaking through? This is simply the biggest joke in the world!

"If you keep messing with me, I'll put you in confinement!" Zhang Lianjie was not happy, and acted like a battalion commander.

Zhang Lianjie and Hu Biao had a life-threatening friendship. During the Zhifeng war last year, Zhang Lianjie certainly saved Hu Biao's life, but Hu Biao also carried Zhang Lianjie back from the battlefield.

The relationship between the two of them can no longer be described as friendship.

Because of this, Zhang Lianjie, who was in a bad mood, thought Hu Biao was annoying, and Hu Biao only maintained the image of the battalion commander in front of everyone.

"I would like to have a house closed and confine me." Hu Biao muttered in a low voice and stopped talking.

Hu Biao's words stabbed Zhang Lianjie again.

What does Hu Biao mean? Doesn't that mean that they are still breaking through and even lost their base camp, so how can they put him in confinement?

Zhang Lianjie felt his teeth itching.

He also wanted to scold someone, but he didn't know who to scold.

But just as he squeezed the box cannon in his hand, the soldiers in front stopped.

Because they are going out of this alley soon.

Naturally, the barracks couldn't be in a prosperous place, and the place they were going to go now was just a slum area surrounded by squat houses.

"Battalion Commander, Company Commander, what should we do?" The person standing at the front turned around and asked.

"What should I do?" Hu Biao asked back, because the person who spoke in front was Old Mao Wang.

Battalion Commander Zhang Lianjie walked with their company. Of course, they couldn't let the battalion commander walk in the front.

"Didn't you mean to break through?" Old Mao Wang asked hurriedly.

Yes, since the order was to break out, there were street lights ahead, and if you walked over, you would be exposed to the light. What if there were Japanese soldiers with machine guns in front of you.

"A bird's-eye? How many Japanese are there?" Hu Biao finally vented his pent-up anger.

Old Mao Wang has nothing to do with his company commander.

In the army, there is no such thing as aunt talk!

As a subordinate, ask the superior for instructions on how to act next? Instead of giving a clear opinion, the superior even complained, but what should I do? That needs to be stated clearly!

"The first two go to investigate!" Zhang Lianjie said at this time.

The battalion commander spoke, and the company commander naturally remained silent again. The two soldiers in the front bowed their guns and walked out.

Only the two of them took two steps, and Old Mao Wang scolded in a low voice: "Do you understand that one front and one back cover each other?"

Whoever's soldier is distressed.

The company commander, Hu Biao, was complaining, but Mr. Wang couldn't help thinking about it. What if there were really Japanese soldiers in the dark alley opposite?

The vanguard is undoubtedly the most dangerous, and Old Mao Wang is really scared. If there are Japanese soldiers on the opposite side, one of his own people will be killed in battle!

So far, their platoon has only killed the soldier who snatched the Japanese gun.

A soldier walked forward with a gun in his hand, and everyone's eyes were on the soldier's back.

Those who can be the vanguard are naturally veterans.

At this time, the soldier glanced back, he hesitated for a moment, and when he turned his head again, he finally pulled the bolt.

The officers behind him naturally saw the soldier's actions. Although there was an order not to shoot, no one stopped him from loading the bullets.

Since it was said that it was a breakout, and he was still walking towards the light source in the dark, such a vanguard has become the target of public criticism, and he must be prepared to die at any time.

It is easy to die generously, but to die calmly.

Facing the fear of the unknown is even more psychologically stressful than charging in the face of enemy machine gun fire.

At this moment, the soldier started to trot with his gun in his hand. He needed to pass the section of road illuminated by the street light at the fastest speed and rush to the opposite alley, hiding himself in the darkness as well.

How wide can a road be? Under the sprint of the soldier, he quickly ran under the street lamp.

So his back became clear in the eyes of everyone behind him.

But at this moment, there was a "pop" gunshot!

The people behind saw a red line passing through the soldier's head at a speed barely visible to the naked eye, and then the soldier fell under the street lamp.

There was a clang, the sound of his rifle falling to the ground.

And in the instant of the gunshot, the alley where Zhang Lianjie was hiding was already filled with the sound of "crackling" pulling the bolt of the gun.

There is really a Japanese army on the opposite side! Everyone gasped.