A gust of evening breeze blew, bringing a few wisps of blood and gunsmoke, and a few faint moans, which made Zhang Chi feel a chill and couldn't help but shiver.

At this time, Zhang Chi felt scared, the bloody scene just now was spinning in his mind like a movie, and he couldn't get rid of it. Especially the Japanese soldier who fell under his gun, Zhang Chi could clearly see the green smoke rising from the cluster grenade, he could see the beast-like light in the eyes of the Japanese soldier, and the howl of the Japanese soldier before he died lingered in his ears......

Zhang Chi couldn't help but look at the location of the Japanese soldier, but was surprised to find that there was nothing but a pit.

The next second, his stomach churned, as he quickly realized that the Japanese soldier had been torn apart by a cluster grenade, and he couldn't even see his body. Even Zhang Chi knew that the tank he was in was stained with a lot of the blood of the Japanese soldier or hanging his corpse, but Zhang Chi never had the courage to take a look at it again.

"Platoon commander, it's okay!" The fellow villager asked from a distance.

"It's fine!" Zhang Chi replied, in fact, his hands and feet were trembling at this time.

"Platoon commander!" Xiao Zhejiang in the tank reported: "We are running out of bullets!" ”

Hearing this, Zhang Chi couldn't help but be stunned.

Blame yourself for being careless, or you can also say that you are inexperienced, how can you fight a war without considering the issue of ammunition? I should have driven an ammunition truck in the first place!

But then again, it's okay to drive an ammunition truck, but there's no place in this village where you can hide, what if the ammunition truck is blown up by the devil?!

Fortunately, the lack of ammunition meant they had to drive an ammunition truck on the road...... Needless to say, there is no danger in this, who knows if there will be a few or even a team of devils hiding in the darkness and staring at them with guns?

But there is no way to go on like this, if there is no ammunition, those machine guns and tank guns will become decorations, and if the devils launch another attack, they will only have to wait for death.

After thinking about it, Zhang Chi shouted to his fellow villagers: "Seventh squad leader, you take two tanks close to the road, find an opportunity to drive an ammunition truck over, and other tanks to cover!" ”

"Yes!" Everyone responded, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense again.

The two tanks slowly drove towards the road under the command of their fellow villagers, and they drove very slowly, it can almost be said that they looked at it three times at a time, but after a short time they stopped, because the entrance of the village was full of corpses of devils, and the soldiers were a little hesitant in the face of these corpses.

But that was just a moment's hesitation, and the next second the tank was driving forward again at full speed...... So it was a piece of flesh and blood, and the "snapping" of the bones being crushed in the sound of the motor was clearly audible, like a tree branch being broken, and like the explosion of a bamboo knot in a fire. And where the track passed, there was a bright red meat puree, and Zhang Chi couldn't help but gag again.

"There is a situation!" The rascal in charge of my protection screamed.

Following the hooligan's gaze, sure enough, I saw a group of soldier cats with guns on the highway bowing their bodies and jumping very quickly in the direction where Zhang Chi was.

Zhang Chi couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It seems that I am really going to die here today!" ”

Others feel the same way...... They haven't had time to replenish their ammunition, and at best they can only block a charge from the devils.

But having said that, the fighters turned their guns and raised their machine guns to prepare for battle, and the two tanks of the townsmen withdrew in time to rearrange the defensive ring along the village.

Just as the soldiers were preparing for a decisive battle to the end, a half-baked English sentence sounded on the opposite side: "HI, weChinese!" ”

Although there is a problem with the English grammar of this sentence, Zhang Chi still understands it, and it is Chinese and his own people.

"We are also Chinese!" Zhang Chi replied excitedly.

He had never been so excited to see his own people as he was now, and at this time he suddenly understood the meaning of the word "comrade-in-arms".

The soldiers also understood that it was their own troops at this time, and immediately let out a burst of cheers.

It is true that the troops of the 200th Division are here, but they are not here to rescue Zhang Chi and others...... Although the adversary had already reported the situation to his superiors, a platoon of soldiers and an engineer platoon could not attract the attention of the superiors at all when Tonggu was fighting tensely.

However, there was an urgent telegram from the British side, saying that the British armored regiment was blocked by the Japanese army at the Wajie Bridge, and hoped that the Chinese side could send troops nearby to assist in the battle.

That's why there is this support army, and this support army also has a translator who can only a few English words, and the half-foreign English just now is shouted by the translator.

"What part are you from?" A hoarse voice came from among the soldiers.

"We are from the first battalion of the Engineer Corps!" Zhang Chi, who felt weak just now, suddenly had strength, and he opened his voice and replied loudly: "I am Zhang Chi, the platoon commander of three platoons in a row!" ”

"What about the British?" A hoarse voice asked.

"Escaped!" Zhang Chi replied.

"What about the Japs?" The hoarse voice continued.

"We've run away!" Zhang Chi replied.

"Just you? A platoon? The voice was full of suspicion.

"Yes! Just us! ”

There was silence in the darkness for a long time, and then the group of soldiers came forward vigilantly with guns in hand, and as they walked, they looked incredulously at the corpses of Japanese soldiers all over the ground, as well as the various vehicles lined up on the highway with no end in sight.

"Which one is Zhang Chi?" A hoarse voice stepped forward and asked.

"I am!" Zhang Chi trembled and climbed out of the tank, and he almost fell in the process.

But no one laughed at him, because they had long been shocked by the corpses of the Japanese soldiers on the road.

"I am Huang Yuan, the commander of the third battalion of the 600 Regiment." The hoarse voice saluted Zhang Chi and asked, "What's the situation?" ”

Zhang Chi briefly recounted the battle, and then said: "Now that the devils have temporarily withdrawn to the other side of the river, I am worried that they will soon make a comeback." Battalion Commander Huang, we should hurry up and do a good job of defense and notify Shangfeng, and send tankers and drivers to drive this batch of equipment to a safe place as soon as possible, otherwise we will ......."

"Hmm!" Huang Yuan answered, raised his head to the adjutant beside him, and the adjutant retreated immediately.

"Well done! Brothers! Huang Yuan patted Zhang Chi's shoulder: "This is handed over to us, you go down and rest!" ”

Zhang Chi was waiting for this sentence, so he answered "yes" and led the troops in the direction of Tonggu.

Along the way, the soldiers of the 600th Regiment cast admiring glances at them, and even some soldiers took the initiative to stand up and salute them.

In this gaze, a sense of pride arose spontaneously in Zhang Chi's heart, and he unconsciously puffed up his chest.

Suddenly, Zhang Chi understood the meaning of honor.