In essence, a crow cannot be considered a qualified soldier.

Even though he has killed at least four Japanese soldiers now, he is actually an ordinary man in military uniform.

Perhaps, the deep hatred made him not very afraid of death, and he was much more courageous than ordinary people.

Ordinary people may have been scared to death when facing hundreds of Japanese soldiers carrying live ammunition and two armored vehicles with heavy machine guns. So what else can they think of saving people?

In fact, even professional soldiers will face difficult choices when facing such difficulties.

To save his comrades, both of them died. If they don’t, they can only watch him die.

That is undoubtedly a heavy psychological burden for soldiers. Even if they survive this battle, they will live in the shadow of guilt.

Such dilemma is actually multiple-choice questions that do not have the correct answer for professional and non-professional soldiers.

If it were Tang Dao here, he might not be able to give an answer, but he would definitely be much calmer than some of the crows who were unruly at this time.

If you can't save your comrades, let more Japanese people bury him. The focus of his thinking will definitely be on how to attack this cruel Japanese army, rather than just obsessed with saving people.

The crow wants to grow on the battlefield, and this almost unsolvable multiple-choice question is the most critical step he has taken.

The enemy is cruel, so he must choose to be cruel.

He gave up his comrades in a cold manner, even himself, just to kill more enemies.

Victory is the only criterion for measuring the performance of a soldier on the battlefield.

Keeping human nature makes one's life not become a beast on the cruel battlefield, but sometimes, one has to abandon human nature and become a cruel and ruthless killing machine.

Every time a warrior experiences a battlefield, he has to wander between this kind of maintenance and abandonment, which is why there are so many patients with comprehensive sequelae of war.

The glass bottles brought by the companion exuded a strong smell of white wine, but the cotton strips poked out from the mouth of the white wine bottle made the crow recall the demonstrations that Lieutenant Colonel Tang Dao gave to them, which was called a mortise.

The flames created by the mobilizer are terrible, but the crow didn't care much. In his opinion, this thing is far less useful than bullets. Japanese infantry will never stand stupidly and let you smash it with the mobilizer.

As for the fact that his infantry platoon was Mao's thing, it was a crow who planned to do so. If it really didn't work, this kind of mobilizer that could be burned for a long time was the best ignition. When seven or eight houses were lit in a row, the southeast wind blew, the entire block became a sea of ​​fire, and everyone and the Japanese devils died together.

Now, the crow, who was completely filled with "what to do" in his mind suddenly remembered that since the moor bottle can even burn pure stone mountains like rockery, it should be no problem to burn armored vehicles.

As long as the armored vehicle is ignited, the Japanese will be in panic. What if they can still rescue Wang Laoshi!

As for whether he could be as he imagined, as he saw the Japanese armored vehicles driving from more than ten meters away to the second floor where he was hiding, the blood-red crows in his eyes were already stimulated by the unsolved multiple-choice questions, and they could only give up.

Even if the Japanese tanks cannot be burned, then he will accompany Wang Laoshi to the underworld together! The righteousness of brotherhood is complete.

That is, it was a bit regrettable that the goal of killing 10 Japanese people was not able to achieve all of them.

Fortunately, I killed four of them, just like doing business, I have to be the first person to eat, and I have to make money as early as possible!

The soldier brought four moor bottles.

The crow inserted the wrench gun back to his waist, rushed over the soldiers who were crawling over and signaled to one person two. The soldiers attacked the first armored vehicle and the second one by themselves.

The soldier understood and placed the molten bottle on the floor, carrying two of them along the wooden inner hall to the front room.

The crow placed two moor bottles in front of him, leaning against the wooden board, and judging the distance as he listened to the rumbling sound of the engine of the armored vehicle outside.

The Japanese are very cunning, with two armored vehicles separated by six or seven meters in front and one behind, which can ensure more concentrated firepower and prevent both armored vehicles from being caught in the shock wave when attacked by explosive packs.

The soldiers of the Chinese Security Regiment have tried to drop the ignited cluster grenades, but the delay was not mastered properly and were avoided by two flexible armored vehicles. The shock wave formed by the cluster grenades alone will not cause much harm to the 94 armored vehicle with nearly 10 mm thick steel plates.

Listening to the first armored vehicle rumbling past him five or six meters away, the crow shook his hands and lit the cotton cloth soaked in white wine one by one, and then threw it from the gap in the wooden board to Wang Laoshi, who was still dragged by the armored vehicle for the last time.

Perhaps it was because he had been dragged for a long time and his blood flowed too much. His life was like a candle in the wind. Wang Laoshi was already numb to the severe pain. His gray face was not even desperate, but he was more dull. He was staring at the sky blankly, waiting for the coming of death.

The human body is actually very magical. I don’t know if it is because of the legendary sixth sense, or perhaps it is God’s care for the last moment of the wounded soldier’s life.

Wang Laoshi felt someone staring at him, and his dull eyes turned slightly, looking at the crow staring at him.

"Platform leader, save me!" A hint of hope flashed in Wang Laoshi's originally dull gaze.

Although he didn't speak, the crow could understand.

"I'm sorry, brother, I can't save you!" The crow's tears were filled with miserable tears.

The crow knew that even if he lit the armored vehicles, the cruel Japanese army would never give him a chance to rescue. The two infantry cannons that were still following behind would immediately fire at his location. The Japanese army located on the back would use guns to kill the useless bait. Even without them taking action, the burning armored vehicles might also bring Wang Hushi a few meters away into the fire.

Wang Laoshi's eyes quickly dimmed, and he also understood that no one could save him in such a situation.

However, his eyes were still staring at the direction of the crow. He did not hate, but hated that his platoon leader did not save him, but was begging.

He was begging his platoon leader, if he could live, please help take care of his children and not let them starve to death in this chaotic year.

"Don't worry, if I don't die, the big yellow croaker I have worked hard to save for several years will be yours." The crow didn't know if Wang Laoshi, seven or eight meters away, could understand his nod.

After silently making this vow in his heart, he closed his eyes in pain and never looked at Wang Laoshi who was dragged away again.

Then, put the iron whistle on your chest in your mouth and blew it suddenly.

That is a signal to inform your companions to launch an attack.

At the same time, he suddenly stood up and threw the two molten bottles that had lit cotton cloth in his hand towards the Japanese armored vehicle a few meters away at the fastest speed in his life.

The crow didn't even see whether the moor bottle was smashed on the armored vehicle. Before the Japanese infantry bullets came, he lay down on the spot and rolled desperately to jump to the first floor.

This time, he was not only a gangster who wanted to avenge his future wife, but also a platoon leader who was responsible for his brotherhood. He could not die easily like this, and he had to work hard to survive.

The Japanese army's gunfire sounded, smashing the place where he had previously been hiding.

"Baga! Damn Chinese!" When the crow threw two molten bottles into the tank, Hero Kato, who was close to the armored vehicle, was almost scared by the two black shadows flying towards the armored vehicle.

And its skillful tactical action pounced on one side and rolled to the side of the street.

The grenade armored vehicles thrown out by the Chinese are not afraid, but they are scary.

But he unexpectedly thought that the Chinese would launch an attack at such a close distance. Aren’t they afraid of blowing their own people to death?

It seems that the Chinese have finally made up their minds and even their colleagues are ready to abandon them. The bait has lost its effect.

"Pay attention to the Chinese's wounded soldiers!" Hero Kato avoided in a mess, and ordered cruelly. "If the Chinese want to save him, then kill him."

Of course, the Japanese captain knew why the Chinese had launched such a resolute attack. Naturally, it was because he wanted to rescue the wounded soldiers, so he didn't give them a chance, just to make the Chinese despair and let them experience what it means to save them but fail to get heartbroken.

To put it bluntly, Hero Kato is also a psychological warfare.

He is irritating Chinese soldiers.

Only when the Chinese lose their minds can they win more easily.

When the two armies fight, they do everything they can.
Chapter completed!