Following a piercing sound of air defense sirens, the Japanese bombers came again. Countless heavy aerial bombs fell like wild boars giving birth, and the huge explosions deafened the soldiers.
Battalion Commander Chang, who was eating a steamed bun, patted the dust on the steamed bun: "Grandma's bear, even eating a steamed bun doesn't make people worry."
After ten minutes of aircraft bombing, the roaring heavy artillery began another half hour of preparations for the attack.
After hearing the artillery fire stop, Battalion Commander Chang's eyes suddenly opened with confusion, and he shouted loudly: "Company Commander Sun, the Japanese are about to attack. The demolition team must enter the trenches quickly."
"Don't worry, battalion commander, we are already prepared." Captain Sun led the demolition team out of the tunnel to avoid the bombing.
Battalion Commander Chang poured some water from the kettle, wiped his face three times, sobered up, picked up a Thompson, walked out of the tunnel, and shouted to the brothers who were already preparing for battle in the trench: "Brothers
Everyone, please listen to me. Each company will leave one platoon to cover the demolition team, while the others will all retreat to the city. Relying on private houses, shops, and temples, we will organize street battles on our own in squad and platoon units. There are no other requirements.
Just one thing: kill more Japanese and try to save yourself. Do you have the confidence?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
The battalion commander felt comfortable hearing this shout, and with satisfaction he led a platoon of brothers to retreat in search of favorable terrain.
I happened to meet Hu Biao on the road. Biaozi was very excited to see Battalion Commander Chang and shouted quickly: "Commander Chang, Commander Chang, what are your plans? The Japanese have entered the city, and the advantage of heavy weapons is gone. We
We have to take good care of them."
When Battalion Commander Chang saw the treasure, which was borrowed from the New Fourth Army, he said, "You guys, just find a place to hide, so that we don't have to protect you."
"Hahaha" everyone around Battalion Commander Chang burst out laughing after hearing this.
"Old Chang, why are you..." Biaozi was a little unhappy after hearing this, but at this time, it was time to speak to the outside world unanimously, so he didn't say much more.
"Captain Hu, aren't they looking down on others?" Murong was a little unconvinced.
"Aren't you convinced? The name of the 200th Division was obtained by fighting Japanese soldiers. If you are not convinced, just show off and show them." Biaozi took the opportunity to encourage his brother.
"Captain Hu, there are temples and pagodas over there. Where are we going? Two sniper rifles, plus your Thompson Garand, are enough." Yang Ying said.
Biaozi looked over there. There were temples, pagodas, and several big houses belonging to rich people. Although a lot of them had been destroyed by the bombing, there was no shortage of commanding heights and roundabout hiding places for covert attacks.
It's a good place.
"Lieutenant Colonel Yang said it well, let's go, let's give the Japanese some color." Biaozi led his brothers over.
Biaozi didn't know that Battalion Commander Chang was holding back his ultimate move. However, Battalion Commander Chang didn't know that Biaozi's team had helped him a lot.
Battalion Commander Chang climbed to the second floor of a dilapidated restaurant. Half of the private room had been blown down, but a Maxim was placed here by Battalion Commander Chang.
Battalion Commander Chang touched Maxim with great care and said to the brothers beside him: "Fight quickly and retreat quickly. If Maxim is blown up by a Japanese tank, I will take your heads."
"yes."
Battalion Commander Chang stretched his head out of the broken window, looked at the ridge of the opposite house, and said with a smile: "Hey, that Maxim will kill dozens of Japanese, so I'm sorry I didn't sleep for half the night."