C4 Gambling

Sakota put away his unsheathed samurai sword, changed his tone, and continued to ask: "But you, Shuijun! Can you tell me? How long will it take for our company to be blocked by the defensive line of this branch army in front of us? The brigade leader has called three times to ask us when we can break through! He also asked if the Blood of the Hero in the Russo-Japanese War had turned cold! Should we get the Zhongcun Alliance to replace us down there to rest?! "

"Monarchs! If what you say becomes the truth, then the pride of the Ninth Regiment will become the laughingstock of the Ninth Regiment! " Sakata's last words had turned into a roar! The Japanese commander in the Sakata command post suddenly felt his blood boiling! The two captains of Long Valley and Fukuda leapt out at the same time and demanded a decisive assault on the positions of the Qana troops that night. However, Chief Officer Shui Hu did not say anything, because his troops had all fallen on the opposing army lines.

Sakata shook his hand and rejected his subordinate's suggestion, because this battle-hardened old bastard also knew that night belonged to the subordinate! Sakata's grandfather was decapitated by the man who attacked him in the night during the battle with the North Sea army, and his regiment had suffered a fair share of the damage caused by the night attack since the Shanghai incident. Sakota now had an inexplicable fear of the night in Chana.

On the other side, Zhu Jinyi felt that it was necessary to have a chat with the principal and officials of the Chinese Army. After all, their decision today had saved his life and the lives of his group of brothers. This time, Hua Bicheng didn't send out any guards to check the lines, and his guards had no news of any more soldiers on the battlefield after the arrival of the critical supporting artillery fire, which could only mean one result. However, Bi Hua Cheng obviously didn't want to mention it, so Zhu Jinyi couldn't say a word of consolation at this time!

Commander Zhu pushed his way between the soldiers to Hua Bicheng's side, handed him a cigarette, and struck a match for him. Hua Bicheng moved the cigarette closer to him, lit it and took a big drag. The spicy smell made him cough loudly.

Zhu Jin lit a cigarette for himself and smiled at Hua Bicheng, "Sir, are you not used to smoking it? Guan Dong Yan, great power! "

Hua Bicheng recalled that his briefcase contained two bags of Hades' Gate. He took it out and tossed it to Zhu Jinyi as a small gift to his savior.

Zhu Jin took the cigarette and placed it in front of his mouth. He took a deep sniff and repeatedly said, "How fragrant!" He quickly opened it and lit one. Guan Dong Yan, who was lit up in his hands, was long gone.

Zhu Jin took out a pack, intending to return the rest of the cigarettes to Hua Bicheng. Hua Bicheng waved his hand and said, "Distribute them among the brothers!"

Zhu Jin thought for a moment and then took out the Hades Gate from his bosom and threw it to his brothers. Soon, the cigarettes were passed around the trenches, and almost everyone who couldn't smoke usually had a cigarette lit up on the corner of their mouth.

A short while later, smoke filled the trench.

"What's your name, sir?" Zhu Jin felt that he should speak first.

"Hua Bicheng, Commander Lan." Hua Bicheng replied.

"So it's Attendant Hua, I am Zhu Jinyi."

"You introduced him when we met, Battalion Commander Zhu." Hua Bicheng was finally in the mood to smile.

This time, it was Zhu Jin's turn to feel embarrassed. He scratched his head and embarrassedly said, "I'm not some Battalion Commander, it's really our commanding officer who sacrificed his country. Brothers, please give me face." "Actually, I am just a vice company commander. If I were to become a Battalion Commander, it would be a company of three levels!"

Hua Bicheng laughed and said: "What is Battalion Commander? After this battle is over, who knows how many spots will be left, or even rise to the third level?! "

"Wait for the battle to end? I didn't think about it. "I don't know where my head will be if I can finish the fight. I just want to be alive when it's over!" At this point, the atmosphere was a little depressing. Zhu Jin held his head and smoked.

Hua Bicheng didn't say anything else. He thought to himself, "That's right. Living is better than anything!" After the hand-to-hand combat just now, Hua Bicheng felt his soul begin to sublimate, becoming one with the battlefield. Hua Bicheng now felt that the smell of gunpowder on the battlefield was no longer pungent. As expected, after surviving a life and death battle, one's mentality would also begin to change. This kind of change was truly marvelous and impossible to describe with words.

When Hua Bicheng calmed down once again, his physical strength seemed to have recovered, and his mind also started to move again. In his memory, he clearly remembered that the 1932 Sang-wang War of Resistance only lasted for a little more than a month. According to the date, it would only take a few days for the war to end. If he was lucky, he might be able to survive until the end of the war.

Thinking of this, Hua Bicheng became somewhat excited! If he had the chance, he would head north to join the Eighth Route Army. However, he was probably still at the Red Army in Jiangxi Province. Although he was now an officer of the Whampoa department and had a promising future among the heavily affiliated national army, he would not linger in the army because of that. As a transmigrator under the red flag, whether it was out of emotion or reality, he had no choice but to turn to Road 8. Hua Bicheng was well aware that the Kuomintang's defeat in the end and its retreat from Taiwan was an irreversible trend in history.

However, the most important thing right now was the issue at hand. How was he to survive until tomorrow? Now, other than Hua Bicheng, no one else here knew that they were fighting a war that was about to end. They didn't even want to think about the end of the war. All these people cared about was whether they could still see the sun tomorrow. Hua Bicheng looked at the face that was covered in smoke and suddenly felt that he couldn't and couldn't tell them about this. If he told them that he would only let them know that the sacrifices they made were worthless, who would be willing to sacrifice themselves in a war that was destined to end their lives? Sometimes being able to foresee history did not make one happy.

As the night gradually deepened, the devils outside would occasionally shoot out a few illumination flares, as a precaution against the Chinese army's night raids.

Hua Bicheng felt like laughing as he looked at the cautious and stiff devils in front of him. "The Little Volcano Kingdom would never have imagined that the First Battalion would only have such a pitiful amount of manpower left, and without reinforcements, they wouldn't even be able to defend their position, so how could they do any sneak attacks?" "Sneak attack!" The two words were like a spark that lit Hua Bicheng's mind up. His brain cells jumped in excitement, "That's right, anyway, we will fall at dawn. Why not use the night sky to give the devil a taste of his power? Perhaps, I can atone for my deeds! " Hua Bicheng secretly made up his mind! Since he has not had time to change the outcome of the Wusong war, he must at least make his own mark in history.

In his head, Hua began to rummage through all the information he had on the first war between Hong Kong and Shanghai, as well as everything he could remember about the Japanese army. What should be worth using for himself? Soon, a gambling-like plan formed in Hua Bicheng's mind.

Hua Bicheng began trying to persuade Zhu Jinyi that he needed the support of Zhu Jinyi and his subordinates to carry out this plan. He was going to circle around to the rear of the Japanese position and blow up their arsenal.

Unexpectedly, when Zhu Jin heard this, he only said one sentence: "You are the superior, you have the final say!"

Hua Bicheng knew that he had already won the approval of these soldiers. Hua Bicheng repeatedly and carefully confirmed his plan in his heart. This plan was almost like an idiot's plan. His success was a bet on the Japanese army being as stubborn as they were described in the books of later generations. Since he was going to place a bet, he had to have the courage to gamble. Hua Bicheng decided to try once.

Of course, he couldn't say what he was thinking aloud to Zhu Jin. He could only tell him again and again that they were going to lose their position at dawn anyway, so he might as well take a gamble.

Zhu Jin looked at Hua Bi Cheng as if he had seen a ghost. He rubbed his eyes to make sure this Hua Bicheng was the same person as the lieutenant colonel he saw vomiting on the ground in the afternoon at the back of the base. Could it be that he had misjudged them? He didn't expect this Central Chinese Academy to be such an impatient gambler who lost so quickly. Right now, he was betting everything on one throw.

Right now, this gambler wanted him to lead dozens of his men to bypass the Japanese lines and sneak attack the General's ammunition depot! The Third Battalion was clearly in a situation where they were about to be eaten at any time by the devils, and in the eyes of this gambler, they could actually see the opportunity to retaliate.

Zhu Jin started to suspect that Hua Bicheng was the one who had ordered his brain to be kicked by a donkey. If the phone line hadn't been blown up, Zhu Jin would have called the brigade to ask. What Hua Bicheng said was right. The result of the fall of Zhu Jin's position tomorrow was either killing the enemy or following this gambler to the back of the devil's line of defense, where they would do something that would save everyone's heads.

Everyone in the Third Battalion voted, and in the end, they decided to let the 20 most powerful men, Hua Bicheng, leave. Zhu Jin wanted to stay, but Hua Bicheng asked him to stay as a mediator to include him in the team. He knew that when the sun rose, all those who remained would die in the face of the madness of the Japanese army. In the end, Hua Bicheng had Zhu Jinyi's messenger bring two warriors back to the brigade headquarters in the dark to call for reinforcements, but he didn't hold any hope. Hua Bicheng had done all that he could, and the rest depended on luck.

Hua Bicheng bade farewell to each of his brothers who were still in the shelter. Zhu Jin punched each of them heavily. When they were about to leave the shelter, he gave a standard military salute to the remaining soldiers. The soldiers inside the bunker were either lying down or sitting down as they returned the military salute to Hua Bicheng. Zhu Jin, who was watching from the side, had tears streaming down his face.

Hua Bicheng was the first to leave the field. Looking at the soldiers behind him, he felt that he had gained another responsibility. He wanted to bring them back alive.

Zhu Jin could feel that the aura coming from this man's body had changed, and had become sharper and sharper than before. Zhu Jin stared blankly for a moment. Then, he stretched out his hand to tighten the belt on his spear and quickened his pace to keep up with the team.

The small group sped on under cover of the night. All of the soldiers in the group had changed into the yellow dog skin and equipment of the devils, and their painted helmets were dangling from their heads. The source of the equipment were the corpses left behind by the devils at the front of the base. However, the devils were killed in the artillery attack, so it took Hua Bicheng a while to collect the set of 20 yellow dog skins. He himself wore the uniform of a first lieutenant, but this first lieutenant's sabre was blown off, and Hua Bicheng inserted the other half of his belt into the scabbard. Since it was only half full, the blade seemed to be weightless, constantly swaying at the waist. From time to time, Hua Bicheng would use his hand to press the sheath onto the blade onto its original position.

Hua Biancheng led his squad in a wide circle and made his way through the Japanese lines. Along the way, he met the Zombie Patrol several times, but they were all able to pass through under the cover of Hua Bicheng's fluent Japanese language and the thick night sky. They actually managed to get behind the devils' lines.

Zhu Jin lowered his voice and asked Hua Bicheng how he was going to find the evil spirit's ammunition depot, but Hua Bicheng didn't reply. Hua Bicheng really had something to hide. He couldn't possibly tell Zhu Jin that he had transmigrated and read about the Japanese Army's World War II information online, right? Therefore, he did not answer. Zhu Jinyi felt that he had really been screwed for eight lifetimes and had gotten himself such a superior.

Around one in the morning, the team's outpost discovered a huge target. In the darkness of the night, the huge dark building was like a black behemoth. There were clearly many unlit military trucks entering and exiting the brightly lit entrance. This further proved its identity. This was one of the evil spirit's ammunition depots, at least at the first rank of a team.

Due to the visual error caused by the night, Hua Bicheng and Zhu Jinyi had judged the level of the target at the same time. This was actually an important ammunition reserve for the Japanese Army, as it was responsible for the main ammunition supply for the 18th Infantry Regiment of the 9th Infantry Regiment.

"He really hit the jackpot!" Zhu Jin could be described as shocked in his heart. Hua Bicheng's performance on the way here had already astonished him quite a bit. How much of this superior had he failed to see? He had been a good-for-nothing from the start, but now he was calm and composed. In his heart, he had already begun to revere Hua Bicheng.

Hua Bi Cheng looked at Zhu Jin's egg-sized eyes and quietly explained to Commander Zhu, "Actually, there's nothing miraculous about it. The little devil always likes to put his ammunition depot on the right rear of the position. After all, they had a lot of brains, and everything was according to the Infantry Training Manual. It's just like when they attack in a triangular formation that will never change, never changing! "