The content of the chat between Wang Chengzhu and Zhang Dabiao shifted away from the former, with Zhang Dabiao occasionally interjecting a few sentences from previous stories. Perhaps this was also a way of testing, but Wang Chengzhu inherited the memory of the original owner of the body, and his responses were smooth and natural.
The conversation between the two ended with the instructor coming over to talk about the battle losses. Wang Chengzhu regarded Zhang Dabiao as a tree hole with reservations. He confided some systematic information to others. Finally, he felt much more relaxed as he was not shouldering the burden alone.
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Ever since the flash bomb in the warehouse spread, few of the soldiers of the new regiment have made any critical remarks about the equipment that Wang Chengzhu took out. In the simple beliefs of the north, there are worshiping holes and worshiping Qiu, and there are also worshiping customs. Wang Chengzhu once said it at night
I heard the soldiers in Linyuan talking about it, saying that he was enlightened by the red prince who dragged the knife and caressed his beard, and that he had the ability to gather wealth and offer treasures.
Wang Chengzhu was totally unaware of this. As for the time-travelers, the more complicated the rumored situation was, the more room he had to maneuver. Anyway, superstition was not a crime. As long as he continued to be a member of the 18th Army, he would naturally
There are forces that appreciate this ability to protect him.
The period when Wang Chengzhu recovered from his injury and returned to the New Regiment was like going to work before time travel. He got up at a fixed time every day to tidy up the housework, did morning exercises, had dinner, participated in cultural studies and ideological and political practical education, had a lunch break, military training and was
After training, have dinner after group activities, sing songs with the company, or turn off the lights and go to sleep after the meeting of remembering the bittersweet.
Of course, this is military life when there are no combat missions. When you come to a mission, it is like working on a project in the previous unit to catch up on progress. Between battles, you take turns to eat and rest, eat cold meals and sleep in a den, which reminds Wang Chengzhu of many times at the end of the year, eating box lunches and laying on the floor.
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"Alas!" Wang Chengzhu let out a long breath. It was only 1940. The timeline of Liangjian World ended in August 1945, and there were still four and a half years to deal with these invaders who were traveling westward.
I am used to living a life of peace and prosperity, but I am not used to hearing this when I come to war. In the new regiment, I have a more comfortable relationship with my comrades, but in the ten kilometers around, in addition to the three regiment-level units of the same sequence, there are also the Jinsui Army and the
Bandits occupying mountains and robbing roads.
On the way back to the headquarters of the New Regiment, we met two platoons from the guard service company directly under the regiment headquarters who were not on duty to come to our rescue. We made way for the comrades who had experienced the battle to return to the barracks for repairs. The guard troops and the fourth company as the reserve team stood behind together.
, beware of prisoners escaping or other accidents.
Perhaps the entire front line was wiped out, or perhaps the Heavenly Punishment Death Ray that hit the middle of the line was frightened. Two invading soldiers who were lucky enough not to be hit and a sergeant whose left shoulder was vaporized by the satellite rays were held down by the pseudo-security forces.
Live and give it to the first company commander as a bargaining chip in exchange for salary.
42 puppet soldiers and 3 Japanese Japanese were taken as prisoners and escorted back by the third company.
The sergeant, who had completely lost his left upper limb, was lying unconscious on a simple stretcher carried by two subordinates. The limbs below the left shoulder that had been vaporized by high-energy rays disappeared, and the clothing, bones and flesh and blood tissue at the wound were somewhat scorched.
The medical staff of the first battalion had no idea what to do about it. They only said that the prisoner's unconsciousness was the body's protective function after being seriously injured. If he was forcibly awakened, he would probably die of pain.
On the domestic battlefield, this is probably the only army that treats prisoners so favorably. To find military doctors for prisoners, huh, is the Army a high-tech branch? In the minds of these Japanese Japanese commanders, sergeants and sergeants are not separated from soldiers.
The category is not an officer, but a group of "gray cattle" [2] of a "herbivorous people" [1].
While walking on the road, I listened to some familiar cadres tell gossip, and they were very knowledgeable.
It is said that the Army Headquarters believes that the operations of several brigades in recent months, the expansion and training of troops have performed well, and considering that the garrison has a good relationship with the military and civilians in the base area, it is time to jump out of the comfort zone and further reduce the enemy's power in the guerrilla zone.
To sum it up in one sentence, the main force must move eastward and develop.
