1.6 Night in the Battlefield

Wakisaka Osa put away the unsheathed katana, changed his eager tone and continued to ask:

"But Kuroki-kun! Can you tell me? How long will our 36th Wing be held back by the line of the army in front of us? The commander of the Iide Brigade has already called three times to ask when we can break through! Also ask us if the blood of the heroes of the 36th Wing during the Russo-Japanese War has turned cold! Do you want to let the 19th Wing of the show show three big Zuo come to replace us and go down to rest ......! ”

"Gentlemen! If what His Excellency the Brigade Commander said becomes true, our 36th Wing will go from the pride of the 9th Division to the laughing stock of the 9th Division! ”

Wakisaka Daisa's words have turned into a roar in the end! The Japanese officer in the command post of the 36th Wing suddenly felt his blood surge! The two captains, Ito and Yamazaki, jumped out at the same time and demanded a decisive assault on the positions of the Shina army overnight. Captain Kuroki didn't speak www.biquge.info because his troops were piled up on the defense line of the Shina army on the opposite side, and now he was an empty commander!

Wakisaka Osa shook his hand and rejected his subordinates' proposal, because this veteran old devil still knows: The night belongs to the Shina people!

Wakisaka Daisa's father was beheaded by the night attack of the Shina people in the fierce battle with the Beiyang army, and his 36th Wing has not suffered less from the night raid of the Shina army since the Shanghai Incident!

Wakisaka Osa now has an inexplicable fear of the night in Shina......

On the other side, Wang Shankui, who was on the Chinese army's position, felt that he needed to talk to the lieutenant commander from the brigade headquarters, after all, it was someone's decision today to save the lives of him and his brothers.

And Wang Shankui also wanted to know what he should do next, the telephone line to the brigade headquarters was blown up again by the artillery fire of the Japanese army's retaliation, this time Huang Haoran did not send guards to check the line, and his guards were never heard from after they asked for key support artillery fire......

The loss of news from the soldiers on the battlefield can only mean a result, but Huang Haoran obviously doesn't want to mention it, and Wang Shankui can't say anything comforting!

Company Commander Wang squeezed to Huang Haoran's side from among the soldiers, handed Huang Haoran a cigarette, and then struck a match for Huang Haoran.

Huang Haoran put the cigarette up, lit it and took a big puff, the spicy taste made him cough loudly.

Wang Shankui lit one for himself, and said to Huang Haoran with a smile: "The chief hasn't smoked like this time, right?" Yamato Shun! A pack is only 5 coppers, and we stinky hills and eight can't afford to buy good cigarettes for just a few military salaries. ”

Huang Haoran remembered that there were two packs of American camel cigarettes in his briefcase, and reached out and threw them to Wang Shankui, which should be regarded as a small gift for this life-saving benefactor.

Wang Shankui took the cigarette and put it to his mouth, sniffed it vigorously, and said incense! Hurriedly dismantled it and lit one, and Yamato Shun, who was originally lit in his hand, had already been picked up by a veteran oilman.

Wang Shankui picked up a pack by himself, intending to throw the remaining pack of cigarettes back to Huang Haoran, Huang Haoran waved his hand when he saw Wang Shankui's movements, and said, "Divide it among the brothers!" ”

Wang Shankui thought about it, took out the camel cigarette that he had put into his arms, and threw it to his brothers with his Daheshun, and soon, the cigarette spread around the trenches, and basically one person who could smoke or not had one on his mouth.

The smoke screen is full of smoke, giving people the illusion of entering a bathhouse.

"What do you call a sir?" Wang Shankui felt that he should speak first:

"Huang Haoran, staff officer." Huang Haoran's answer is very simple.

"It turned out to be the Yellow Ginseng Seat, in Xia Wang Shankui." Company Commander Wang didn't expect that there was actually a famous demon king in the brigade in front of him, and he thought that this rumor really couldn't be fully believed, at least the staff officer Huang he saw was very different from the rumor.

"You introduced you when we met, Camp Commander Wang." Huang Haoran was finally in the mood to smile.

This time it was Wang Shankui's turn to be embarrassed, he scratched his scalp, and said embarrassedly: "What kind of battalion commander am I, but the commander is really martyred, and the brothers give me face." In fact, I am a deputy company commander, and this is going to change the battalion commander, but I will be promoted to three levels in the company! ”

Huang Haoran continued to smile and said, "What is the battalion commander? When this battle is over, I don't know how many seats will be vacated, and I'm afraid that even being promoted to the third level will not be new! ”

"When the battle is over...? I didn't think about it! If we really want to finish the fight, I don't know where our head is resting! I just want to be alive when it ends.....! ”

Having said that, the atmosphere was a little depressing, Wang Shankui smoked with his head stuffed, and Huang Haoran didn't know what to say.

"Yes, it's better to be alive than anything else......

After the hand-to-hand combat just now, Huang Haoran felt that his soul began to sublimate and began to integrate into this battlefield.

Huang Haoran now felt that the smell of gunpowder smoke on the battlefield was no longer pungent, as if it still smelled good......

Sure enough, after people survive the life-and-death struggle, their mentality will also begin to change!

This change is truly amazing and cannot be expressed in words......

When Huang Haoran calmed down again, power began to pour out of his body, and his mind began to become active......

In his memory, he clearly remembers that the Songhu Anti-Japanese War in 1932 only lasted for more than a month.

There should not be more than a few days left in terms of days, and this war will soon be over.

If you're lucky, you might be able to survive long after the war is over......

Thinking of this, Huang Haoran became a little excited!

However, in this position, except for him Huang Haoran, no one knew that he was fighting a war that was about to end.

They don't even want to think about the end of this war!

All these people care about is whether they can see the sun tomorrow!

Huang Haoran looked at these faces soaked in gunpowder smoke in front of him, and suddenly felt that he couldn't and couldn't bear to tell them these ......!

Telling them will only make them lament the worthlessness of their sacrifice!

Who would want to die in a war that is doomed?

As the night deepened, the devils outside fired a few flares from time to time, which was to prevent the "night attack" of the Chinese army.

The silver ball of light quickly rose to its highest point, and then slowly fell......

After a short period of light, the night was even thicker.

Huang Haoran looked at the cautious devil opposite and wanted to laugh!

Little Japan must not have imagined that there was only such a small remnant of the 3rd Battalion left, and in the absence of reinforcements, they could not even solve the problem of how to hold their positions, so how could they engage in any "night attack"?

"Night Raid"!

These two words lit up Huang Haoran's thinking like a spark at once, and his cerebral cortex was jumping excitedly:

"Yes, anyway, the position will be lost as soon as it dawns, why don't you use the night to give the devil a little powerful taste? Perhaps, it will be atonement! ”

Huang Haoran secretly made up his mind!

Since he didn't have time to change the outcome of the Songhu War of Resistance, he must at least leave his footprints on the ass of history!

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