He even had a premonition that the Sichuan Army would not give him too much time.

The baggage was lost, there were not enough tools, and the fortifications had not been built yet. When the singing was heard from afar, the Sichuan Army caught up.

Chu Tianshu didn't care. He was carrying so many shells on the horses running to the camp. Let's take a wave first.

The brigade guard battalion is on guard at the bend of the road.

Don't let the army get closer.

Look from a distance.

The Japanese army was in a hurry to fight back in the low pit that had just been dug, and even the people in the low trench could not hide it.

"Planning cannons, fifty mortars are all for me!"

The slutty Chu Tianshu shouted arrogantly at the battalion commander Zhao Huaming.

Chang Desheng frowned. Fifty cannons, one volley fired fifty shells. This bastard, good steel is used on the blade, and even if there is shell, you can't waste it like this.

Turning his head, he saw Zhou Xiaoshan looking at Chu Tianshu happily. Not only did he not speak to stop him, he even gave Chu Tianshu a thumbs up.

The shells are so precious, and I know that the War of Resistance is a long-term process.

Two prodigal sons.

He didn't know that Zhou Xiaoshan thought that fifty shells could defeat the Japanese.

It's much more cost-effective than killing soldiers' lives.
Chapter completed!