The young deputy squad leader couldn't help but hold his hands tightly.

Even before, he was feeling the storm of Japanese artillery fire in the dangerous fortifications, he might not have been so nervous.

Although he was not familiar with Tang Dao, he knew that it was the highest commander in Kurashima City, and now it was just the first time he had to fight head-on with the Japanese. If the highest commander was killed in battle, it would undoubtedly be fatal to the morale of the defenders in Kurashima City.

Anyone can die, but he cannot die.

But this is not something he, a soldier, can worry about. What really makes him nervous is because he doesn't want to see similar situations happening in front of him again.

Yes, the Supreme Commander went to the front line to fight in person, and it was not the first time this young deputy squad leader has seen him.

In a trance, he seemed to see his colonel commander who was carrying a pistol and personally led two infantry companies to counterattack positions until his figure disappeared into a ball of smoke that suddenly rose.

That was definitely the most tragic moment the young soldiers had ever seen. The regiment commander disappeared, the entire infantry regiment went crazy, and the entire position was filled with roars of "revenge for the regiment commander".

They all jumped out of the bunker, fearing death, just to shoot bullets in the gun chamber before they died. Even if the bullet could not hit the enemy, as long as the bullet flew towards the Japanese army.

If you get under the tank chariot and blow up the tank, you don’t need to draw lots. If an infantry team cannot blow up, then one infantry squad. If one infantry squad doesn’t work, then one infantry platoon will be.

It is not surprising that more than forty infantrymen fell around for a tank.

The Japanese army with tanks had to retreat in the face of madness.

In the end, they took back the previously lost position, and a total of 600 people remained on the position. Half of the regiment was gone, but their regiment commander disappeared.

An infantryman searched in the dust within a hundred meters in tears, but only found a few remaining bones.

He didn't want to see this scene again.

Fortunately, Tang Dao not only has a firm will, but also has better luck than he thought.

Ships and splashing bricks and stones flew beside him, but they didn't stop next to him.

Tang Dao's luck is better, but as one rises and the other goes down, his opponent's luck is worse.

The last four shells of 20 rounds of bullet plates hit the crazy-motorized Type 89 tank. One of them should have hit the edges of the steel plate of its turret. The shells that were flying around the edges changed direction and hit a grenade launcher not far away who was shooting at the Tang Dao frantically. It was visible to the naked eye that a blood mist exploded on his body.

From a distance, the bright and strong blood-colored mist actually had a shrill beauty on the blazing battlefield, but it was definitely not a good experience for the Japanese infantrymen at close range.

The Japanese grenade launcher, whose body was almost broken, was not dead for a moment. Not only was his body squirming with difficulty, but he was still muttering: "San Yamamoto, save me, I don't want to die!"

However, the rushing health soldiers knew that the sergeant in front of him was dead, and the shells made a large volleyball-sized hole in his shoulder blades. It was vaguely seen that his lung lobes were still shrinking hard, even though they were covered with dust.

A massive amount of blood gushed as if he was soaking his whole body in the blood. Perhaps in less than a minute, he would die.

But the health soldiers never expected that Fujita Junsho, who was so cruel that he could have picked up a Chinese baby who was less than a month old on the tip of a bayonet to show off his bravery, would be so fragile. His eyes were full of prayers, begging him to block the wounds he could not bear to see with his first aid kit, and a complete right hand tightly grabbed the health soldiers' ankle and prevented him from leaving.

How could a person who is seriously injured and dying have such great strength?

The health soldiers' thoughts came to an abrupt end.

The loud bang of "Boom!" made all the Japanese troops around look in the direction where the loud bangs were blowing.

The Type 89 tank that bounced off a shell used up all the last lucky light given by Amaterasu, and all the other three shells hit their flanks accurately.

However, the 17mm steel plate was penetrated with one blow under the terrifying kinetic energy of the 20mm machine gun, leaving three shocking bullet holes.

Of course, this is just a scar on the surface. The bloody storm caused by three warheads breaking into the tank is terrible.

Inside the tank where everyone's eyes were blocked, three warheads that had already formed a jumping effect directly tore the three tank soldiers into blood gourds. The high temperature formed by violent metal friction caused the blood splashing on the metal surface to turn directly into charred black.

The ending of high temperature is the death of shells. When the last five shells stored in the tank exploded, the violent explosion sound attracted the Japanese infantry around the tank. What they saw was the once majestic Type 89 tank spraying more than two meters of fire tongue from the inside to the outside, until the turret that was blown up by the accumulated explosion energy splashed and flew high......

Then, he patted the terrifying health soldier like a huge fly swatter, and he was also holding his sergeant-level grenade gunner.

All the begging and surprise disappeared.

Only a smoke-filled turret and a twisted and deformed gun barrel remained at the scene.

As the "heavy" tank was destroyed, the Japanese infantry, who were still suppressed 130 meters in front of the position, finally calmed down, hesitating to hide in the broken wall and shoot at the Chinese position until the iron whistle that ordered them to retreat rang out.

The Japanese army retreated as if it were a tide.

It was not until the Japanese army withdrew more than 300 meters that the young deputy squad leader lay flat on the sandbag after holding his gun and gasping for breath.

The battle seemed to have exhausted all his strength at this moment, but he tried hard to pull out the bayonet hanging from his waist and solemnly drew another bar on the butt stock. This was the third Japanese man he had killed since joining the army.

In terms of personal value, he made a lot of money, but if he looked at the whole class, it would not be possible. In the battle of Dachang Town, his 12 infantry squad only survived him and the old squad leader. If he wanted to kill the whole class, he would have to kill 7 more Japanese.

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A cigarette was thrown into his arms.

"The soldiers under Captain Liu's men are doing well." A voice rang in the ears of the young deputy squad leader.

He looked back and saw that the supreme commander who had just coaxed to kill a Japanese tank to relieve the pressure on the position, holding a cigarette in his mouth, squatting in the fortifications and looking at him with a smile.

"Hello, sir!" Instinctively, the young deputy squad leader wanted to stand up and salute to this man.

"Oh! Damn, you guys must kill me, right?" Tang Dao, who was still smoking comfortably, shivered in fear, and a tiger rushed over and pressed the young soldier's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, sir, I..." The young deputy squad leader realized that they were in a front-line trenches. Perhaps the cold gunmen of the Japanese army were aiming here, and their faces suddenly turned red.

"Boy, you have to pay attention in the future." Tang Dao wiped the hot sweat from his forehead and patted the young soldier who had just performed well. Seeing his shame surged from his face, he smiled and said, "But if you don't like that commander, then just salute him on the battlefield."

"This..." The young soldier didn't expect that the commander who was so cold to him just now would joke with him like a friend. He was excited and didn't know where his usual cleverness was going.

"You are not bad. If we don't die after this war, as long as you are willing, I will talk to your Commander Wang and Commander Liu, and transfer to my Fourth Camp, and I will be promoted to the deputy squad leader of the sergeant." Tang Dao patted the young soldier's shoulder and recruited him for the first time.

The Sixing Battalion has only 100 people now, which is really inconsistent with its name and replenishing its forces is imperative. As the battalion commander of the Sixing Battalion, Tang Dao must perform his duties.

The Sichuan Army's top corps in front of us is a good seedling, which is very consistent with Tang Dao's plan to set up a special team after the war.

As for whether Uncle Wang would scold him for poaching, Tang Dao felt that he would not kill anyone, not only the Sichuan Army, but also the 67th Army!

Children who can cry have milk. This trick is not uncommon for Tang Dao in the special forces brigade. Guo and Wu are his most solid support now, and it is necessary to help me after the war.

"Sorry, sir, I am the deputy squad leader now!" The young deputy squad leader could only answer honestly.

"Then I will give it to you the squad leader." Tang Dao also invested in it.

The Fourth Battalion wants to expand its troops. The 100 people who follow him are basically the backbone forces. Even if it is a Tang Dao, it is the limit.

"Sir, I'll go to our company's position first." The young soldier did not give Tang Dao an accurate reply.

It is obvious that Tang Dao failed to dig Lao Wang's corner for the first time by waving his small hoe.

However, Tang Dao was not disappointed when he looked at the young soldier's hurried departure.

On the contrary, he admired even more. Such soldiers were what he needed the most.

However, no matter how he appreciates it, young soldiers must first survive after the war.

The smile on his face was calm, and the Tang Dao glanced at the Japanese position hundreds of meters away and looked cold.

The Japanese were even more determined than he thought.
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