The veteran Youzi looked at the direction where Tang Dao disappeared, his eyes were a little lonely, but he could only take the third squad back.

Knowing that Tang Dao went to steal the Japanese position alone, the three squads and dozens of people who returned were collectively silent.

Like veterans, they are both worried and lost.

What is worried is that Tang Dao is just alone. No matter how powerful the combat power is, if he is surrounded by a large number of Japanese troops, he can only regret it on the spot.

But the loss was because these veterans who had been fighting for the rest of their lives knew that they were not weak, but in Tang Dao's eyes, they were still not strong enough and were not qualified to stand beside him and fight on the most dangerous battlefield.

Especially the recruit Niu Er, he was extremely depressed.

The battle during the day had already proved himself and he was full of confidence. He found that he still had difficulty catching up with the boss's back and could not even help him.

It was not that he blamed Tang Dao for looking down on him, but that he understood what Tang Dao said was the perfect match. Once the Japanese army launched artillery fire to retaliate, with Tang Dao's ability, they would naturally find a place to hide, but these ten of them may not be sure of it, but instead they will become a burden to Tang Dao.

Niu Er blames himself, why can't he be stronger? It's good to be trusted by the superiors. Even if he is a hundred meters behind him, it's good!

Until he returned to the trenches, Niu Er was depressed and even refused the cake handed over by Yang Xiaoshan, even though his stomach had already made a "gurgling" protest.

"Look at your promising energy!" Li Jiujin sat next to the dejected Niu Er and stuffed the roasted hot bread into his hand. "Eat! Don't you eat that energy that comes from the Japanese?"

"Squad leader, am I useless?" Niu Er complained to himself in dejectedly.

"Tsk tsk, your baby is useless, so do all of our class 3 have to hit the wall and commit suicide?" Li Jiujin lit a cigarette in anger.

"During the day, your baby earned more than a dozen Japanese military achievements for our Class 3! One person is almost on the way to our class. What else do you think?"

"I didn't mean that." Niu Erbun looked up and explained.

"It's not that, but that's it?" Li Jiujin took a deep breath of smoke, allowing him to fully enjoy the stimulation of nicotine in his lungs for a week and then vomited it out.

"The chief chooses to go by himself, so there is a reason for him. Don't think too much about your child. If you want to be the chief's helper, it's very simple. Let's live hard on this battlefield first."

"Only those who survive can kill more Japanese in the next battle." Li Jiujin's eyes shone with the light of wisdom under the thin blue smoke.

It was the survival philosophy of a veteran who could still survive more than a hundred battles.

I don’t know if Niu Er understood it, but he started to chew the noodles and chewed the noodles from the concession in big mouthfuls.

Surviving is very important.

Squad leader Li Jiujin said this, and Chief Tang actually meant this.

He hopes that they all live, and that only by living can they help him.

Tang Dao, who was lurking towards the Japanese position, took ten minutes and quietly approached the Japanese position.

It was already four o'clock in the morning, and it was the moment when Dan Tai Mingyue stared at the battlefield, and it was also the darkest time before dawn.

Not only was the Chinese defenders beaten up for a day, the morale was already extremely low, but the Japanese army, who had been tormenting for more than half a night, fell asleep completely. Even the sentry was standing in front of the warm little campfire and drowsy.

The bonfires lit by the Chinese will be patronized by the Japanese heavy machine guns and infantry artillery, so how dare the Japanese bonfires be open?

For the same reason, because of the threat of mortars in the warehouse, the Japanese army did not dare to be open and dominate, and basically kept the bonfire behind the broken walls and hidden them.

Even the function of a bonfire is not to keep warm, but mainly to provide light for sentry alert. If the Chinese see it and throw it over a mortar shell around the bonfire, it will be really ugly.

Even the stupidest Japanese army quietly hid more than 30 meters away from the bonfire and fell asleep in the cold trenches wrapped in a simple rain cloth.

The reason is simple. It is better to be colder than to be killed by a shell falling from the sky in your sleep.

The Japanese army was actually very alert. They set up a special barbed wire and warning bell forty meters in front of the trench, and two sentries were sent every fifty meters.

For a commander who still has nearly 2,000 infantry and other auxiliary troops, it may be difficult to attack the Sihang Warehouse with a strong fortress and armed to the teeth, but anyone who wants to use the night to stroke his tiger whiskers will have to pay a huge price.

Just because of the current strength of Hijiro, not to mention that there will be no more than one thousand defenders in the Sihang Warehouse, even if there are 3,000 national standard regiments, they are fully capable of fighting and winning.

With such strong strength, Nao can still be so cautious. From this perspective, Hakichiro is a fully qualified colonel captain.

The Japanese colonel who graduated from the Army Non-Commissioner Academy was cautious enough. Unfortunately, he did not know that there was another tactic called special operations in this world.

Sneak attacks and anti-sneak attacks are twin brothers. Since you can come to steal me, how can I not steal back?

In the war in the southwest jungle, China spent a full ten years to learn this small-scale sneak attack tactic from its former students and raise it to the extreme.

What the Japanese colonel had to face was a super individual soldier who had incorporated this tactic into his bone marrow.

Tang Dao, who was crawling in the dark, was no longer his former new captain uniform. He was wearing a blood-stained Japanese lieutenant uniform, which he had taken off a Japanese officer who had attacked the warehouse.

The MP28 submachine gun, along with several magazines and Lei Xiong's captain's uniform, was hidden in the ruins by him. At this time, the only weapon on his body was a Type 38 bayonet.

Oh, no, there is also a southern pistol with a holster, if the turtle box is also considered a weapon.

The barbed wire in front of the trenches was not as easy as our army in the time and space dramas. Even the Tang sword used the moon to hide in the dark clouds and used the 38 bayonet to cut it off and drill into the Japanese position.

Ten meters away from Tang Dao, two Japanese sentries leaned against the wall and faced in two directions. In front of them was a bonfire burning behind a low wall, enough to illuminate the darkness within five meters.

The two Japanese soldiers were obviously extremely tired, especially when the warm fire passed the heat on them for a long enough time, their eyelids were already extremely heavy.

Then, they heard footsteps.
Chapter completed!