Chapter 763: The Difficult Blocking Battle (Part 2)
Chapter 763: A tough blocking battle (Part 2)
"Remember.\\First published by 9vk.com\\" Shen Jiaqiang's tone was gentle but firm: "Our mission is to stay here and prevent the Japanese from stepping here. We have no choice, this is our mission
, the mission of a soldier! You are all the best soldiers, I believe you can do it! I, Shen Jiaqiang, will stand side by side with you until the last moment! You will let the Japanese taste our guns, our bayonets, our
fist! We can defeat any enemy! Never give up! Never take a step back!"
Wang Zhimao ran back to the church, and Shen Jiaqiang asked hurriedly: "How was it?"
Wang Zhimao took off his wet hat and shook the water: "They have already assembled outside the city and are waiting for the shelling to end."
Shen Jiaqiang walked back to the table, put his hands on the table and looked at the defense map. Wang Zhimao pointed to the area south of the city and said: "The Japanese bombardment lasts about half an hour. They should send search troops in first. I have already sent the first battalion of guerrillas
Ready. How is our artillery support contact going?"
Shen Jiaqiang lit a cigarette, nodded and said, "It's done. The brigade artillery battalion is ready. We're just waiting for us to guide them to shoot."
"Great." Wang Zhimao put on his hat again: "I am responsible for guiding the shooting in the south of the city. I just happened to have prepared some small gifts for the Japanese."
Another staff officer Zeng Keji came over and handed Wang Zhimao a helmet: "Put this on."
Wang Zhimao took the helmet and showed a knowing smile: "Thank you."
Shen Jiaqiang shouted to the signal corps: "Bring the radio here."
Wang Zhimao memorized the radio with the help of Shen Jiaqiang. Shen Jiaqiang tightened the belt and bullet belt on his body a few times: "Pay attention to safety."
"Yes." Wang Zhimao nodded and put on his headphones to adjust the band: "The troops in the north of the city don't need to move yet. Currently, one battalion in the south of the city can withstand it."
"Go." Shen Jiaqiang handed the rifle to Wang Zhimao.
Wang Zhimao looked at Shen Jiaqiang. He was surprised. He suddenly found that the face of the group leader Shen Jiaqiang at this time was full of determination...
"Why are you looking at me like this?" Shen Jiaqiang was a little confused.
"Nothing?" Wang Zhimao smiled, put on his helmet and ran out of the church again.
Deng Chunlai and two soldiers hid in a drugstore and looked out the window on the second floor. They could clearly see what was going on outside the city.&*.
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com fastest update** The Japanese tanks are still there motionless, but the thickening fog makes these steel guys look even more blurry.
"Can we hold on? ***, the tank that bullied me didn't come up?" A soldier behind him swallowed.
The three of them were silent, and they could only hear the sound of dense raindrops hitting the window sill. Deng Chunlai moved to the other side of the window and sat down against the wall, looking at his two somewhat guilty warriors.
These two people were new recruits who had been recruited a few days ago. He didn't even know their names. As a veteran, he wanted to comfort them. However, after thinking for a long time, Deng Chunlai couldn't think of anything suitable to say.
He could only hide his guilty conscience with silence and seemingly firm eyes.
At this time, the shelling seemed to have stopped, and the explosions became sparse. But a loud noise came again.
Deng Chunlai hurriedly leaned over and looked outside. The tank over there was moving, and thick black smoke was sprayed out from behind. The harsh sound of the tracks rubbing against the gravel road made people feel goosebumps. Surrounded by the thick smoke, every time
Behind each tank, a pair of soldiers followed, pressing toward the city.
"Here they come, four tanks." Deng Chunlai muttered as he came to the window near the street, leaned out half of his body, and stretched out four fingers to a group of three people downstairs. One of the people downstairs
The soldier turned around and ran back quickly to report the news.
"Let's change places." Deng Chunlai waved, and the three of them went downstairs. At the door, he shouted to Sheng Yuanxin across the street: "It's 400 meters away, about 200 enemies. You move back, and I'll lead the tanks over.
.Tell the brothers to disperse and not to get together.”
Deng Chunlai ran forward several tens of meters and hid in a room. He put his gun on the window sill and whispered to the two soldiers behind him: "Don't squeeze the three of us into a room. One shell will kill you all."
The two of you go to the other side of the street and watch me shoot. You fire again and shoot 5 bullets. Then immediately retreat along the street and hide in the house behind, do you understand?"
The two warriors nodded a little less confidently!
Deng Chunlai patted the two of them: "Don't be afraid, the enemy is still far away from here and can't hit you."
Seeing a tank driving onto the street calmly, Deng Chunlai waved his hand: "Run."
The two soldiers rushed out of the house one after another and ran towards the opposite side. There was a clear gunshot, and the second soldier who rushed out of the house fell to the ground. The one in front turned around and looked at
The comrade with a bloody hole in his leg was stunned.
The soldier who fell to the ground, his pants stained red with blood, shouted hoarsely: "It hurts me so much, save me, save me quickly." He stretched out his hand tremblingly, looking at his comrades with pleading eyes, hoping
He can lend a helping hand,
Hearing the gunshot, Deng Chunlai instinctively shrank his head. When he opened the door and saw the scene on the street, he shouted: "Don't be stunned, quickly find cover, there is a sniper on the other side!"
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"Pop!" There was another gunshot, and the second soldier's head was penetrated by a bullet, exploded, and fell to the ground.
"***." Deng Chunlai jumped up. He wanted to rush out and pull the still alive soldier back, but as soon as he showed his head, the machine gun on the tank opened fire and hit Deng Chunlai back again.
The still struggling soldier waved his arms wildly and crawled toward the house. Deng Chunlai squatted at the door and watched the flames trailing the bullets in front of him, hitting everything nearby from time to time, sending dust and sawdust flying everywhere.
"Climb quickly! Climb quickly!" Deng Chunlai tried to reach out and hold the soldier, but there was still a huge distance between their arms. The flying bullets blocked them, and Deng Chunlai was helpless.
"Hurry up! We're almost there." Deng Chunlai was still trying to encourage the soldier. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the tank was not far away from him. The infantrymen behind him could see clearly. If he ran out rashly now,
As for this comrade who fell to the ground, he knew that he would definitely die. Looking at the enemy that was gradually approaching, Deng Chunlai got up and left the poor recruit brother, jumped out of the window from the other side of the room and left.
The injured soldier looked at Deng Chunlai's disappearing back and shouted desperately: "Wait for me, don't go! Wait for me! Don't go!"
Nothing could help. There were no familiar figures around him, only the huge black monster that was gradually approaching. He struggled to turn his body over, and the pain from the wound made him almost faint. He instinctively lay forward
, kept mumbling: "Wait for me...wait for me."
He lay forward slowly, and the blood from the wound left a dazzling thick mark behind him. The ground beneath him was shaking violently, and the suffocating noise became louder and louder, and a stream of metal mixed with diesel fuel
The choking smell came from behind him. He slowly turned his head, and the big guy had stopped in front of him, and the temperature of the car was scorching his body.
The soldier could no longer crawl, and his lower body had lost consciousness. He lay weakly on the ground again and gasped for breath. The dense raindrops hit his face, making it almost impossible to open his eyes.
Suddenly the tank started moving again. It slowly adjusted its forward path and rumbled past the soldier.
The soldier just lay like this, with figures constantly moving in front of him, saying some words that he couldn't understand. No one paid attention to him, so he stretched out his hand again and gave a weak cry: "Help...help...
....I."
Suddenly, the arm fell down and he died.
Wang Zhimao, who was behind the artillery mirror on a small building dozens of meters away, could see all this clearly. He felt sad and there was nothing he could do. He moved the artillery mirror away from his eyes and raised the walkie-talkie to his mouth:
"Crow! I am Lao Huo Zicheng, target the southern area of Lao Huo Zicheng, scale 235, 056 to the right, 2 shots in a row, one test shot, fire!"
A shell roared into a house. With the explosion and fire, the Japanese soldiers all fell to the ground and crawled around to find cover. However, the tank continued to move forward.
Wang Zhimao called again: "Crow, reduce the scale by 6, go to the left 023, fire a salvo of 10 rounds from the whole battalion, let go!"
Listening to the explosions one after another over there, Wang Zhimao rushed downstairs and fired back along the street. On the way, he pulled out all the branches stuck on the anti-tank mines. He rushed into another building, which was a detonation point.
. He jumped up to the second floor in a few steps. The detonator was under the window. He first leaned over and looked over there. After withstanding a round of artillery fire, the Japanese troops all fell to the ground against the buildings on the street. They did not expect that one of them
There is ** buried in the bricks and rubble under many people’s bodies!
Wang Zhimao checked the switch one last time. Seeing the Japanese soldiers shouting in the smoke, he lowered his hands and pressed the detonator. Several loud noises were heard, accompanied by the gravel flying across the field, gunpowder smoke rose again, and screams came from over there.
Come. After the smoke, countless stumps and broken arms were left on the ground, and the ground was almost dyed red with blood. The Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to escape the disaster dragged their injured comrades and looked for cover everywhere, shouting:
Wearing medics.
At this moment, gunshots rang out from all around, and the guerrilla sentries lying in ambush shot at the incomplete group of enemies. Those who were not killed were unfortunately hit by bullets.
The tank at the front had to back up to cover its comrades. The two vehicle-mounted machine guns fired everywhere, leaving holes in the surrounding buildings.
Wang Zhimao raised his gun and aimed at the machine gunner standing behind the tank turret. He pushed the scale of the gun body forward again, and the crosshairs had already firmly caught the Japanese!