Liu Yangyang was already prepared to be fired first by the remaining Japanese soldiers. Once the opponent opened fire, he was not in a hurry to change positions. Instead, he quickly threw the grenade out, and then took advantage of the opportunity of the grenade explosion to use a trick to engage the opponent.
, Liu Yangyang believed that the shooting speed of the flower machine was enough to kill the opponent. "Pah!" Tang Cheng, who was standing sideways by the door, shot out first, and a burst of fire shot out from the body of the Japanese soldier lying on the ground.
Blood Arrow, it's a pity that this person is already dead, and Tang Cheng has wasted a bullet.
"There is still a living person here. You can speak the language of Little Japan. Ask them what they do." Without giving Tang Cheng a chance to speak, Liu Yangyang walked around outside the door and took Tang Cheng away.
He stabbed a Japanese soldier in front of him. The boy was almost turned into a bloody man by the shrapnel of the grenade. If he asked quickly, he might be able to find out something useful. Naturally, Tang Cheng would not listen to Liu Yangyang. The Japanese soldiers were naturally here to kill him.
There was no need to ask the Chinese about these things, so Tang Cheng stood there and stared at the Japanese soldier with a stunned look on his face as he twitched his body until he died.
"You two come down quickly, pack your things and let's go." Liu Yangyang carried a Japanese soldier's backpack and emptied out the sundries inside. He hurriedly rummaged through the corpses of the Japanese soldiers for weapons and ammunition, as long as they were usable.
He stuffed all the things into his backpack. Of course, Liu Yangyang would not work alone. He shouted into the bar, and the bar Jiu Jin and the Sichuan Army boy were called down. The three of them were like hard-working little bees.
, shuttled back and forth among the Japanese corpses at the door of the bar.
Tang Cheng did not turn over the corpses. He just sat quietly on a stone with the shell gun in his hand, carefully alert to the surrounding movements. It is said that they were fighting here in full swing, whether it was the gunmen who were busy escaping for their lives or the gunmen who were still rushing.
The Japanese soldiers coming into the city had already been heard, but Tang Cheng didn't even see a single figure at this moment, which made him secretly surprised.
After Liu Yangyang's loot was counted, it was very pitiful. These Japanese soldiers had almost no food and very little ammunition. It took more than a dozen people to find only 5 grenades and less than 500 rounds of ammunition. After killing these Japanese soldiers, here
He must not stay any longer, so Liu Yangyang planned to stay somewhere near Zhongshan Road until he could see the withdrawn troops of the 88th Division.
After following Liu Yangyang for a long time, Tangcheng finally saw a policeman wearing a German-style helmet appearing in his sight. At a street intersection not far away, a group of people wearing German-style helmets appeared.
The Japanese soldiers with steel helmets used sandbags to build a machine gun bunker in the middle of the street, and used wooden frames to stir up wires to serve as barrier horses. There was only a passage for a single person to walk in the middle of the staggered barrier horses. Two burly physiques
, neatly uniformed Japanese soldiers looked expressionlessly at the documents of every passer-by, whether they were dressed as civilians or dressed as soldiers.
"Uncle Yao, Uncle Yao." The boy from the Sichuan Army who had been dragged away by Jiujin instantly regained his vitality and ran forward past Liu Yangyang and Tangcheng. The Sichuan troops who were going to Jiangmen with Liu Yangyang and the others actually also
Here, in the crowd of civilians on the Juma side, the colorless military uniforms on their bodies are too conspicuous. "Shanwazi, you are still alive." The Sichuan Army veteran did not bother to thank Liu Yangyang, and said so.
The Sichuan Army boy rubbed it for a while and made sure there were no wounds on his body, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
The Second Company is a unit of the 88th Division. Although there are only three people left in the Second Company, Liu Yangyang, Tang Cheng and Jiujin, Liu Yangyang has always been tough, so the two steel-helmeted men want to stop them from passing through.
When rejecting the horse, Liu Yangyang ignored them and just took out his ID and threw it to them. He opened Liu Yangang's ID and glanced at it. The other party was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this guy with a goatee was actually an 88th division commander.
Captain officer.
The helmeted soldier stuffed the document back to Liu Yangyang with an extremely quick movement, but without even a sign of approval, he glanced directly at Tang Cheng and Jiujin behind Liu Yangyang, and said loudly, "They are both of you, too."
People from the 88th Division?" Although Tang Cheng looked a little weird with two shell guns straddling his body, he looked at Tang Cheng as a master who had fought and killed people. Jiu Jin behind Tang Cheng looked a little panicked.
, that face didn’t look like someone who had been in a war, but more like a farmer.
"Nonsense, if they're not my people, are they yours?" The tough Liu Yangyang walked forward calmly along the gap between the wire frames, with Tang Cheng and Jiu Jin following closely behind him, the two steel helmets
Not wanting to get into trouble, Liu Yangyang didn't ask about Tang Cheng and Jiujin. Liu Yangyang didn't want to enter the street behind Juma, but he saw a lot of guys wearing German-style helmets behind Juma, so he wanted to ask if there were anything in these helmets.
Someone from the 88th Division or someone who knows the news about the 88th Division.
Tang Cheng, who followed Liu Yangyang and stretched out his hand, never let go of Hua Guan's hand. Ever since he encountered the Japanese soldiers pretending to be Japanese soldiers, Tang Cheng no longer easily trusts people he doesn't know, including those wearing Japanese military uniforms.
Guys. There are machine guns placed on the sandbag bunkers on both sides of the street. Although the machine gunners are lying down behind the sandbags, most of them are chatting quietly, but some of them glance over here from time to time.
Obviously, they were still wary of Liu Yangyang and the three of them, who were disgraced and in no better condition than beggars. The several Japanese soldiers on guard at the side were also in roughly the same state.
Perhaps because of his fierce appearance, Liu Yangyang did not encounter any questions other than showing his ID when he passed Juma. After passing Juma, Liu Yangyang chatted quietly with the helmets who had blurred eyes and smelled of sweat.
After talking to more than a dozen people, Liu Yangyang still didn't get the answer he wanted. Tang Cheng, who was physically and mentally exhausted, ignored Liu Yangyang's chatter on the side and just moved forward aimlessly along the street, carrying his backpack.
Jiujin didn't know who he should follow, and stood there in confusion, scratching his head.
As Tangcheng walked, he looked around. The houses here had obviously been requisitioned by these Japanese troops and temporarily transformed into combat bunkers. Although these houses still maintained their original appearance, the Japanese soldiers who came in and out of these houses from time to time were disturbed.
This place is full of tension as the war approaches. Although there are machine gun bunkers made of wire racks and sandbags at the other end of the street, the Japanese soldiers on duty are not as nervous and depressed as they are here. They carry rifles or broadswords, and some are
Chatting with my companions, some of them were writing something on their knees.
"Is there any smoke?" Tang Cheng looked in the direction of the sound. A guy who looked like he had rolled in the mud stood up from the steps in front of the house. The white gauze tied to the middle of his right leg and his dirty
The military uniform formed an extremely sharp contrast, and it also showed that he was a wounded soldier. Tang Cheng did not respond, but silently took out the crumpled cigarette pack from his coat pocket, pulled out one and handed it to him who had already walked towards him.
The tall and thin wounded soldier in front of him.
On the battlefield, cigarettes are in short supply like ammunition. Almost all the soldiers I know in Tangcheng smoke. Tangcheng is not a big smoker, so he doesn't care much about cigarettes. The tall and thin man took the one handed to him by Tangcheng.
Not only did he not smoke the cigarette, he reached out and took the entire pack of cigarettes in Tang Cheng's hand. "Thank you." Facing the tall and thin wounded soldier with a playful smile, Tang Cheng was a little dumbfounded. This pack of cigarettes was still nine pounds in the bar.
When he found it inside, he only smoked one.
"Brothers, I'm here to see you. Thank you so much for this little brother." Seeing that Tang Cheng was expressionless but had no intention of taking back the cigarettes, the tall and thin wounded soldier smiled and turned around and entered the room behind him. Tang Cheng subconsciously
The others also followed in. The room was not as big as Tang Cheng believed, but there were about a dozen injured Japanese soldiers sitting or lying there. Some had gauze wrapped around their heads, and some had bandages hanging from their arms.
There were two other people with leg injuries like the lanky one, but there were no military doctors or medical soldiers here.
After glancing around, Tang Cheng, who was somewhat confused, turned around and left. The wounded soldiers puffing on cigarettes ignored him, but the tall and thin wounded soldier kept staring at the back of Tang Cheng as he left. This place was obviously not a safe haven.
There were many houses in the street that were damaged and collapsed to varying degrees. They were probably not immune to the bombs dropped by Japanese fighter planes. Tangcheng found that many Japanese soldiers had gathered here. Judging from the colors of their uniforms and weapons and equipment, these Japanese soldiers were obviously
They are soldiers who do not belong to the same army.
Although they were tired, embarrassed, and stained with blood all over their bodies, and some soldiers had a few holes in their uniforms, apart from rolling up their cuffs and unbuttoning their collars, these ** soldiers still tried their best to maintain their military appearance. Streets
The few civilians in the city were sitting at the door of their houses or on the street looking at the busy soldiers. The eyes of these people were all full of confusion and helplessness. Tangcheng knew that what awaited them would be a fateful decision: What should I do?
Die directly in the flames of war, or continue to accept the arrangements of life and death in a new place.
"Are you from that army? Are you the only one?" This was another person talking to Tang Cheng after the tall and thin wounded soldier, but this man was an officer, although Tang Cheng didn't know that he was wearing a collar on his collar.
What military rank did the symbol represent, but Tang Cheng knew that this man should be an officer.
"Oh, I'm from the 88th Division, and I have two companions over there, my company commander and a companion." Tang Cheng only knew that the Second Company belonged to the 88th Division, but he didn't know the specific number of the Second Company, so he
The answer was very general. Fortunately, the goatee on Liu Yangyang's chin was still eye-catching. The officer who interrogated Tang Cheng just glanced at Liu Yangyang from a distance and already determined Liu Yangyang's position. He motioned to Tang Cheng to follow him and then approached Liu Yangyang.