Zhou Weiguo turned his head and looked at Nan Zulinzi; "What's wrong with me?"
"Baga, you beast, don't you have any responsibility for me to be where I am today? If it weren't for you, I would still be an outstanding disciple of the Nan Zao family." Nan Zao Linzi said angrily.
It was obviously his fault for this person. But he still...
Pooh……
Zhou Weiguo spat viciously and said, "You have the nerve to say this. If you hadn't made your own decision to deal with me, how could you be here today? You're really..."|
Forget it, what to say to such a non-human thing is simply asking for trouble. Nan Zaolinzi sighed and pointed outside: "I feel sorry for them, who will feel sorry for me? Who knows what is in my heart?"
It’s bitter.”
What he said was very decadent, and Zhou Weiguo didn't intend to stimulate Nan Zulinzi any more, so he lay down on his side.
"Hey, this is the first time I've seen someone who can't attack." Yamadajima walked over from a trench on the side, and behind him were Zhang Qing, Yamada Shizuko and a few soldiers.
"The battle isn't over yet, you're here." Zhou Weiguo threw out a cigarette.
Yamadajima came to Zhou Weiguo and sat down to light his cigarette; "I want to make a fortune today, so I came here specially to have a look."
have a look.
Zhou Weiguo pointed to the front and said, "We'll go up later. It's inevitable that there are still wounded soldiers now. Don't go up and let others shoot you."
Yamadajima glanced sideways at Zhou Weiguo; "I don't take your own life seriously without you."
The two were chatting there, and the sound of a motorcycle in the distance came. Xu Hu raised his eyes and said, "Captain, Deputy Commander Jiang is back."
Jiang Yue came back, Zhou Weiguo stood up and looked outside. The command knife in Jiang Yue's hand could prove that today's harvest was good.
"Old Zhou." Jiang Yue called out halfway.
Zhou Weiguo lay down in front of the machine gun, stretched out his head to take a look, and then asked, "How is it? Today's harvest is not bad, isn't it?"
"Shangjing ran away. I asked Hu Yong to chase him for nearly five kilometers with a battalion and a truck. The bunkers were all left behind by them. In addition, they left in a hurry and left behind a lot of supplies, but they were enough for us.
It's time, and two more infantry guns were captured, with a lot of shells."
"Hey..." Yamadajima shouted from the side; "I want the infantry cannon. The 33rd Army has already paid the deposit, so I want this."
Infantry artillery is nothing in the special service regiment. They are all field artillery. This infantry artillery is nothing.
"Do you have a Type 92 heavy machine gun?" Zhou Weiguo lit a cigarette and asked Jiang Yue who came over.
Jiang Yue thought for a while and nodded; "Yes, I didn't pay attention. The Japanese army evacuated in a hurry. He couldn't take away the heavy machine gun. He is not afraid of death."
That's fine. Zhou Weiguo turned to look at Yamadajima and said, "Give them two 92 heavy machine guns as gifts. The Sichuan Army's equipment is really poor. Maybe they will become our flanks in the future. We can't forget it just for money."
It’s about other people’s equipment.”
"I am the kind of person who is blind to money." Yamadajima turned to look at Zhou Weiguo; "I will send it to them, and also send some rifles. The 38-meter rifle is useless for the special agent group.
In order to be able to obtain the above replenishment in time, the special agent team uses medium and formal. Only the grenades will be left, and they can be used as soon as they are used.
When Zhou Weiguo and Yamadajima were discussing giving things to the Sichuan Army.
Shangjing, who had narrowly escaped death, saw that the once mighty and majestic soldier had now become a drowned dog. He was so angry that he took out his command knife and chopped it at the tree trunk next to him.
The trunk of the tree was not that big to begin with, so he had to cut it off.
Several battalion captains and artillery commanders looked at the crazy Shangjing without saying a word.
Although this seems quite relieving, it is ultimately a team honor.
It seems that the entire regiment has never suffered such serious losses since entering here in the late stages of the Shanghai Incident.
After counting just now, there are almost no heavy weapons left, no transport vehicles left, and even the ammunition has not been taken away.
Now the only heavy weapon in the entire regiment is the third brigade that has not gone up to the rear to be responsible for observation. The rest are not complete even with weapons and equipment, so there is no heavy equipment.
In addition, the losses are also quite large. The losses of more than 400 people are probably the total since September last year until today.
After finally venting his anger, Shangjing gritted his teeth and thought of something.
Gas bombs.
Where did the other party get the gas bomb?
Today's failure was entirely due to the fact that the other party had poisonous gas bombs. If he had known about it, he would never have failed so miserably.
The attacking side only needs to prevent the defending side from taking one step forward, and the other side launches a counter-charge.
It was a disaster to beat a regiment of your own. Except for the third brigade and the brigade assigned to your command that did not suffer any losses, the rest were more or less lost, even supplies...
"Your Excellency, Captain, this matter is really not our fault." Hisamiya's words made Kamei nod repeatedly; "Yes, it is indeed not our fault. We didn't expect that the other side would have poison gas bombs. Damn it.
Where did they get the gas bombs from?"
No, that's not the problem.
Hisamiya did not dare to say that this was the fault of the division. He handed the telegram in his hand to Shangjing: "Your Excellency, the captain, you will know after reading this."
Weng...
Looking at the message above, Shangjing's face instantly turned as white as a radish.
The division's message mentioned that once they encountered a special agent group, they should not use poison gas bombs.
A bloody lesson, once a regiment used poison gas bombs against them, and they launched an attack backhand.
No one knows how many such things they have, so everyone has formed a tacit agreement not to use them against the special agents or the 74th Army, and whoever uses them will have to pay the price.
"Pigs? They all have pig heads. Why didn't they tell us such important news in advance? Why didn't they tell it in advance?"
A few minutes, just a few minutes. If this message had arrived even a few minutes earlier, I would have immediately ordered the people in front to prepare gas masks.
It was because of this late message that his soldiers did not die in the hands of the enemy, but died from poison gas bombs.
Who is responsible for this failure? Whose responsibility is it?
"Shameless." Ueijing was so angry that he tore the message in his hand into pieces and threw it into the sky.
A failure that shouldn't have happened, just because of a late telegram, resulted in not even heavy weapons left.
"How can I be worthy of the soldiers who died on the battlefield?" Shangjing's cat cried and the mouse pretended to be compassionate and didn't let anyone persuade him. Everyone has an idea in their mind. Everything, it's not you who used it after boasting that it couldn't be realized.
Gas bombs.
If you didn't read the message, it means the same thing. If you don't move, he won't use it.
Jiugong had the same idea, but he was always begging for food in Shangjing. He thought about it and stepped forward and said, "Your Excellency, Captain, this is not a bad thing for us."
