The War of Resistance

The Japanese army really attacked, and a shadow of boats sailed towards the north bank from the south bank of the Huaihe River.

On the left wing of the north bank, some people were busy rolling and crawling on the ground. Next to them, there were craters caused by artillery shells, and there were dead soldiers scattered everywhere. Those soldiers were killed by Japanese artillery bombs.

"What the hell!" At this time, an officer holding a box gun in his hand was cursing in a low voice. The man's name was Zhao Chuandong, the company commander of the 337th Brigade Guard Company.

Zhao Chuandong is already the third company commander of the 337 Brigade Guard Company. The first company commander Li Le and the one who succeeded him later were also killed in action. Zhao Chuandong, who was originally the platoon leader, became the company commander.

He knew Shang Zhen's group.

He also called Shang Zhen and the others bad guys, but that was not his real idea. He recognized Shang Zhen and the others' fighting power.

Hearing that Shang Zhen and his gang were back, he wanted to get Shang Zhen and his gang to the guard company, but he just caught up with the Japanese attack.

In the previous bombardment by the Japanese army, the defenders at this position suffered heavy casualties. Seeing that the Japanese army had begun to fight across the river and the guarding company had suffered more than half of its casualties, how could Zhao Chuandong be willing to withdraw? He held Old Wang's hat and they clapped their hands. The child pushed up.

In Northeastern dialect, top job means temporary substitute.

Everyone knows that if the Japanese army crosses the river to attack, it is of course best to attack the enemy in the middle. If the Japanese army rushes ashore and has a foothold, it will be difficult to repel the Japanese army!

The war situation was critical. When encountering such a situation, although Zhao Chuandong was the commander of the guard company, he could not ignore it.

"What the hell!" At this time, Mr. Wang, who was lying in a shallow crater next to him, also cursed.

"Hey, old man, who are you scolding? What? Are you not happy if I pull you up and slap you?" Zhao Chuandong was unhappy when he heard Mr. Wang's scolding.

"Why are you scolding yourself?" Mr. Wang muttered in a low voice and then said louder, "You are the chief, I will not scold you, so who are you scolding?"

"I'm not scolding you!" Zhao Chuandong said, staring at the river ahead.

"Does it sound like I'm scolding you?" Wang Laomao replied, well, the two of them were at odds!

Upon hearing what Mr. Wang said, Zhao Chuandong turned his head and glanced at Mr. Wang. Their eyes met, but after a moment of collision, they both started laughing.

"Why did you say you cursed?" Wang Laomao asked after a moment.

“I’m scolding this fight.

What the hell, did you see that we don’t have any fortifications on the north bank, we just dug a trench at the main position.

You are also lucky, and our trip has only been here for one day. "

"Ah?" Mr. Wang opened his mouth.

"Oh shit, you came from the south, what do you think of the fortifications in the south?" Zhao Chuandong asked again.

"To the south?" Although he just walked by, Old Man Wang also knew that there were still fortifications on the south bank of the Huaihe River, with bunkers and trenches all available. "Hey (ái)!" But Old Man Wang yelled next.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Chuandong asked.

"Those fortifications seem to be built towards the north!" Wang Laomao shouted, but at this moment his sudden thought changed, he stretched out his hand and patted it and said, "I know, I didn't think about it when building the fortifications. The little devil came from the south.

But what's so good this time is that our people were useless for fortifications, but the little devil made full use of them! "

Mr. Wang is indeed a veteran. Zhao Chuandong just asked if he had seen the fortifications to the south, and he analyzed the general situation. Sure enough, Zhao Chuandong's "shit" was not for nothing.

"Okay, there are so many things that make you angry these days, can you get over it?" Zhao Chuandong persuaded Mr. Wang instead.

"That's true." After hearing what Zhao Chuandong said, he instantly returned to normal.

Yes, if there are too many things to be angry about these days, can you be angry?

"Then why are you scolding?" Zhao Chuandong asked.

"I'm talking about this broken gun!" Mr. Wang said solemnly, "Our Northeastern Army has become more and more useless! It feels like the bullets can't go straight when fired. Eighty percent of them are made in the Qing Dynasty!" "

Mr. Wang was dragged over by Zhao Chuandong to slap him.

It could not be said that they were prisoners before, but they were imprisoned because of fighting. As soon as the Japanese army started to cross the river, Zhao Chuandong pulled them and ran up. As a result, Wang Laomao and the others did not have guns in their hands!

Although Wang Lao Mao has sent people back to get the guns of his people, who knows whether the Japanese ships will come to them, Wang Lao Mao and the others can only pick up the guns of the casualties and use them first.

Now the rifle used by Mr. Wang is an old sleeve.

The so-called old sleeve means that the material of the original barrel is relatively poor. In order to prevent explosion, a thin steel ring is placed on the outside, so the barrel is "double-eyelid" when viewed from the muzzle.

When did the Northeast Army use such a broken gun? It is not that the Northeast Army has never used sleeve guns, but the ones used by the Northeast Army are called "new sleeves." That gun has been modified to be able to shoot pointed bullets, but now the gun in Mr. Wang's hand is It's a round-nose bullet, obviously the "grandfather" of the new slide!

"Then what guns are you using now?" Zhao Chuandong asked casually.

"The little devil's 38 big cover, flower machine gun, box gun, but there is only one machine gun left, it is Czech style." Old Mao Wang replied while looking back.

At this moment, he saw someone approaching from behind. It was the soldier he sent back to get the gun.

These guys are so "affordable"! Wang Laomao was cursing secretly in his heart.

Zhao Chuandong just cursed people. He was scolding that the fortifications originally used for defense were used by the Japanese army instead.

Old Mao Wang also cursed, but how could he really curse that old muff? What he was scolding was how he got caught up in such a position-defending mission!

Although Shang Zhen is not here, Mr. Wang can be sure that Shang Zhen, like himself, is the least willing to do this kind of job of defending the position.

But at that time, Zhao Chuandong said that the brothers in front had suffered too many casualties and we had to hold the position for them.

Given the situation at that time, not to mention that the Japanese ships had appeared, and the veterans who were guarding them came to see me, could I not agree to help defend the position?

But the thought of holding the position made Mr. Wang feel that his head was called a steamed bun instead of a steamed bun. It was so big!

"Everyone is ready to fight. Hurry up and deliver the guns. There are really little devils coming to our place!" Zhao Chuandong shouted.

Mr. Wang turned his head back to look at the river.

Sure enough, among the shadows of boats, there were several small boats that didn't look big, but they were coming towards them.

His grandma is a jerk, and she has to be single again this time! Mr. Wang cursed secretly.