Chapter 1138 An Unexciting Rendezvous

There are still a few flares shining in the sky. If you look down from the air, you can see the Zhuangzi that has been riddled with holes.

The grenades of the Chinese army and the grenades of the Japanese army exploded densely or sparsely, and smoke and dust rose up with the explosions, so under the glow of the illumination bomb was the dust that seemed to have never fallen away.

However, the explosive power of grenades is still limited after all. Suddenly, a wall below suddenly collapsed. As the wall fell, there was a "pop, pop, pop," shooting sound from the box cannon, and the bullets passed through the wall. A cloud of smoke knocked the two Japanese soldiers down in the dust.

However, more Japanese soldiers no longer needed to shoot with guns, because at the moment the wall collapsed, several Japanese soldiers who were leaning against the base of the wall had already been knocked down under the wall.

"Stop rushing, hold on here!" said a Chinese soldier.

So several other Chinese soldiers retreated and hid in the back room instead of advancing. However, two of the soldiers were holding a twelve-pound sledgehammer each.

The enemy and we were fighting for each other house by house, sometimes even guarding in different rooms of the same house. The reason was naturally that shooting was useless and only hand grenades or hand grenades were used.

So in this era of hot weapons, sledgehammers actually come in handy. Strong soldiers can sometimes make a hole in a thin part of the wall with just one hammer, and then use the grenade to smash it out. The hole was plugged.

What was extremely coincidental here was that the wall was not strong to begin with. As a result, the wall fell directly after the Chinese soldiers swung it with a hammer, but a few grenades were saved.

Who would have thought that the street fighting in Taierzhuang would end up like this? The enemy and we were spending their time here, and at the same time they used refueling tactics. They went up and dialed once and then dialed again when they were gone.

This situation is a bit like the famous "Versailles Meat Grinder" during World War I. People who entered were turned into "meat paste" by the cruel war. That is, they were piled with people. As long as they entered That meat grinder will only die sooner or later.

And if we use the analogy of playing poker in Northeast China, this is called "filling the big hole". Participants have to gather a dinner party for an agreed-upon amount of money, and "throw" money into it to play games. The only difference lies in who is playing. There are only a few losers, there are no winners at all.

"I don't know how long we can fight here." A Chinese soldier sighed in the darkness during the battle.

"I hope we can survive until we are still alive." A companion echoed.

No one spoke in the darkness. Yes, who knows how long this battle will last, and who knows whether they will still be alive after this battle is over.

The Chinese army suffered heavy casualties. More than half of the 31st Division defending the city had suffered casualties, and many companies only had a few people left.

At this time, in a remote corner of Zhuangzi, someone was talking about casualties. The light from the flares in the sky in the distance was shining on the faces of those people.

"Captain Lu's camp is over!" The person who spoke was the young Taoist priest Li Qingfeng, and the people beside Li Qingfeng were Da Laobeng, Wang Xiaodan, Hu Chuang, and Shang Zhen and Wu Ziqi who were listening to Li Qingfeng's words. .

"The whole camp is over? What do you mean?" Wu Ziqi asked curiously before Shang Zhen could speak.

"It's over and you've entered reincarnation again." The old fool continued.

"What's going on again?" For Wu Ziqi, the words of the old fool were too profound.

"It's just that he has become immortal and ascended." Qingfeng Li said angrily.

"What?" Wu Ziqi doesn't even understand reincarnation, let alone what it means to ascend.

Wu Ziqi was a lesser person. Although Shang Zhen had just met Li Qingfeng and the others, Wu Ziqi offended both Big Boss and Li Qingfeng when they were hiding away from the battlefield.

"Wu Ziqi, please stop saying a few words," Shang Zhen also expressed his dissatisfaction with Wu Ziqi.

"Then let me ask the last question, Shang Zhen, didn't you say that you are from the Northeast Army? Then why don't their accents come from the Northeast?" Wu Ziqi, who refused to shut up, asked again.

Wu Ziqi is from Shandong, but Li Qingfeng, Da Laoben, Wang Xiaodan, and Hu Chuang are from AH, and their accents really don't match the Northeastern accent.

"You don't care, if they are from the Northeast, they will beat you eight times a day!" Shang Zhen finally got angry because Wu Ziqi always interrupted.

Wu Ziqi then closed his mouth.

"What about us people?" Shang Zhen asked Li Qingfeng again.

"Those of us, Ma Erpao, Lu Yifei, and Xu Shenwei, who arrived first, were assigned to Battalion Commander Lu's camp.

They are holding their position, and I heard that there are only about ten people left, and those of us—" Li Qingfeng hesitated, and looked at Shang Zhen's face after he finished speaking.

But he didn't need to say it, Shang Zhen also understood that a battalion of hundreds of people could only survive a dozen or so. If there were a few of his people among them, it wouldn't be called a misfortune, or a life of nine deaths, but a life of a hundred deaths. .

I'm afraid they don't even count the remnants of the Northeastern Army now. Is this still called a rendezvous? That was the meeting between Shang Zhen and the four people in front of him.

"Boom", there was another explosion in the distance. This time the explosion was loud, and the light produced by the explosion was also strong, so Shang Zhen's face became clearer at the moment of the explosion.

But even so, Qingfeng Li, Old Man, and the four of them could not see what Shang Zhen's expression was.

That's not to say that Shang Zhen wouldn't be moved after hearing the news. It's because he crawled out of the stove. If his eyes weren't still shining, he could have completely blended into the darkness. .

The annihilation of the entire camp was really not good news, so everyone remained silent.

Who knows what Shang Zhen was thinking. After a few minutes, Shang Zhen sighed and asked, "Then how did you guys escape?"

"We are here to avenge our Northeastern Army." Li Qingfeng replied.

Shang Zhen said "Oh" and didn't ask further, and Li Qingfeng didn't elaborate further. For the two of them, this was already a tacit understanding.

It would be true to say that Li Qingfeng and the others came out to avenge their own people, but it was better than holding on to their position.

It is said that no matter how good your kung fu is, you are still afraid of the kitchen knife, but this positional battle has nothing to do with whether you are a martial arts master or not!

You are mortal and a bullet can send you to the West. You have become invulnerable to the iron cloth with a golden bell and a bell. But what happens when a bullet hits your iron cloth with a golden bell?

Is there any need to say what the result will be?

During the Qing Dynasty, that's what the boxers of Boxer Boxing did. If it's over, it's really over.

So, when Li Qingfeng, who has always been smart, saw that the situation was not good, he took the three of himself and came to avenge the Northeast Army, thus gaining operational autonomy. At least they no longer had to be cannon fodder. At this point, Qingfeng Li can be regarded as the true successor of Shang Zhen!

"You haven't said how you hid in that stove?" Wang Xiaodan, who had been listening nearby, suddenly asked.

After hearing what Wang Xiaodan said, Shang Zhen couldn't help but glance at Wang Xiaodan.

At this time, Wang Xiaodan naturally looked like he had been baptized by the battlefield. No matter who looked at Wang Xiaodan, he would be considered a battle-hardened warrior.

Of course, Shang Zhen also knew that compared to other soldiers, Wang Xiaodan's courage was only average. If it were in other armies, Wang Xiaodan would have been killed long ago.

But it turns out that being in the right team is very important. At least Wang Xiaodan fought many more battles than the average army after following Shang Zhen, but he survived in the end!

"Let me tell you!" Wu Ziqi became excited when he heard about the situation between himself and Shang Zhen.