He glanced at the two parties who were already struggling together and asked tentatively: "Your Excellency, Captain, let's do it now."
Isn't it inappropriate?
We haven't captured the opponent's first line of defense yet. We're sending it now. If we can't reach Okada and the others within an hour, how will the company commander explain to the brigade commander then?
Can you call me and say this?
Anyway, the brigade commander already knew that he was under attack, so it was understandable that he was slow to show up.
"We have delayed for too long, and the brigade commander is very dissatisfied. If we don't give him a little hope, this will be a lifelong shame for our entire regiment."
It's because you're worried about embarrassing yourself.
Well, since you said so, if I don't send a message, I'm afraid you will be scolded.
After a fight.
I don't know if the Japanese army received the order to retreat, or if they really couldn't withstand the assassination, they withdrew after holding on for a while.
Zhou Weiguo looked at the retreating Japanese troops, dropped his bayonet on the ground and looked at the cheering soldiers: "Stop howling and return to the position quickly."
I am howling here because I am dissatisfied with my longevity, and I want to be happy later.
Zhou Weiguo led his men back to the position and stopped the fourth battalion commander: "Go, pass the order, the whole regiment will have extra meals today, braised pork in braised pork tonight, and ask the people from the munitions department to buy it quickly."
The secret service team ate well.
If you win, you have to have a delicious meal.
After this meal, only the devil knows whether it will still be edible tomorrow.
Therefore, Zhou Weiguo was never demanding about food. As long as he fought well in the front and didn't die, he would definitely have food.
Returning to the bunker, Xueyi had already brought the tea cup over.
When she handed over the tea cup, she saw blood coming from Zhou Weiguo's arm.
"Captain, you are subject to..."
"Stop talking." Zhou Weiguo saw that she was about to yell and stopped her from yelling.
If they make such a noise, the morale of the entire regiment, which they have finally built up, will probably collapse.
"Don't scream, Xiaoshang. You block my right side and we go back to the regiment headquarters."
Minor injury.
The minor injury was still bleeding out.
Xueyi's eyes were red, but she couldn't resist Zhou Weiguo's look, so she could only walk over with a cry, blocked Zhou Weiguo's arm with her shoulder, and walked towards the regimental bunker.
Jiang Yue was discussing the enemy situation with several staff officers from the regiment.
He raised his eyes and saw Xue Yi holding Zhou Weiguo's arm. His face suddenly darkened, "I told you not to go, but you went again. Now it's okay. You were stabbed by the Japanese army again."
If Zhou Weiguo was good, he would never let Xueyi help him back, and he would definitely be stabbed by the Japanese army.
He cursed twice and then looked at his guard through gritted teeth: "Why don't you hurry up and call Fan Xiaoyu?"
Zhou Weiguo sat on the ammunition box and laughed twice; "I didn't pay attention and let the bayonet hit me."
Pooh……
Jiang Yue wished she could beat Zhou Weiguo, but seeing him like this.
He swallowed all the words that came to his lips and looked at Xueyi; "How did you get hurt?"
Xueyi shook her head slightly, she didn't go up at all.
"She didn't know, I didn't let her go up."
Zhou Weiguo hasn't finished speaking yet.
The Japanese artillery fire started. Jiang Yue turned her head and looked over, frowning slightly.
Seeing that Zhou Weiguo was about to get up, he grabbed his desk and said, "Okay, let's wait until Fan Xiaoyu comes to show you and talk. If you want to die, how will I explain to the eldest sister?"
Zhou Weiguo knew that Jiang Yue could handle it, so he ignored it and asked Xueyi to light a cigarette for him.
When he was injured, he didn't feel it. He didn't even know that he had been stabbed.
When he returned to the trench, a dull pain in his arm let him know that he had failed this time.
When he was highly nervous, he didn't feel anything, but now.
The excruciating pain in his arm made him unbearable.
Fan Xiaoyu is operating on the wounded in the field hospital.
She has been busy since returning from the front line.
Now, after finally taking out the bullet, she didn't even have time to get stitches. She was ready to go to the next place.
As for stitches, just the people around you will do.
"Platoon Leader Fan." Just getting ready for the next operation.
Fan Xiaoyu heard a familiar voice.
This person is Jiang Yue's guard. She often goes to the regiment headquarters to see her cousin and brother-in-law, so she is somewhat familiar with the people in the regiment headquarters.
"Why are you here?" Fan Xiaoyu asked with a blink of an eye while holding a scalpel.
Jiang Yue's guard came to her; "Follow me quickly, the leader is injured."
"you……"
"Don't yell, don't yell. If you yell, the whole group will collapse." When the guard saw that she was about to yell, he was frightened and stopped her quickly.
The leader is the soul of the entire secret service group.
It's okay for you to yell.
"Go quickly." The guard handed her scalpel to the deputy, then picked up a medicine box from the side and walked up.
Fan Xiaoyu's legs felt weak all the way up.
Not long ago, my brother-in-law was scolding me.
How long had passed before I was injured?
She hurried to the bunker and took a look.
My brother-in-law's shoulder was pierced, and the flesh was turned out and was bloody.
The tears were uncontrollable and stayed.
"Don't cry. Why are you crying about such a trivial matter? Don't cry. Be obedient and give me medicine quickly."
Zhou Weiguo looked at Fan Xiaoyu's appearance and smiled to comfort him. However, the wound hurt and his smile was a bit ugly.
Fan Xiaoyu walked over to get the medical kit and prepared it while scolding: "You are still talking about others, look at yourself, you are already a regiment commander, and you can easily go to the front line and bayonet with the Japanese army. Why don't I stab you to death?
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While she was scolding, she took out the alcohol, and then handed Zhou Weiguo a small wooden stick.
To clean the wound yourself, alcohol is indispensable.
A person who usually feels pain even with a small wound is dying, not to mention that his hand was pierced.
"Bite it." Fan Xiaoyu handed the thing to Zhou Weiguo and muttered, "I really don't know what my sister likes about you."
Zhou Weiguo didn't say anything, he just bit the stick.
He really didn't have the courage to scrape his bones to heal his wounds. He didn't dare to use a wooden stick.
A hot pain that was about to tear him apart came. Zhou Weiguo grunted and broke into a cold sweat.
Xueyi quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel.
Jiang Yue observed the situation of the Japanese troops at the bunker entrance without looking at Zhou Weiguo.
Such a small wound was not worthy of his concern.
Anyway, he has seen more serious wounds in the past.
After waiting for Zhou Weiguo to be bandaged, Jiang Yue looked back at him and asked, "Can you still move?"
Zhou Weiguo glanced sideways at Jiang Yue and narrowed his eyes: "My hand was injured, not my foot. You are making it sound like I am half dead."
"If you can move, come over and take a look. It looks like the Japanese army is making a big move."
