War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 559: Cigarettes, Smoked to Survive the Disaster

On the battlefield filled with yellow sand, the smoke from the burning flames was blown sideways by the wind as it rose upwards. When the last Japanese soldier fell on the battlefield, all the soldiers of the New Second Regiment turned their heads to look in the direction of the Japanese soldiers' attack...

"Stop firing the machine guns!"

"Everyone, set up a new line of defense on the battlefield!"

When the howling of the Japs died down but the sound of machine guns was still rumbling under Wang Tianhao's feet, he had already begun to feel that this kind of unlimited strafing might be useless. In an environment where the sound of bullets was flying everywhere, the Japs would definitely be hiding under the bunkers and would not come out. Continuing to shoot would only be a waste of bullets.

However, once the gunfire here stops, will the Japanese sneak up along the edge of the position?
"First Battalion! Keep an eye on the left line of defense!"

"Second Battalion! Right!"

"The third battalion follows me in the center!"

Wang Tianhao at the front line could no longer see the way the Japanese came. The yellow sand even made it difficult for him to see the soldiers more than ten meters away in the same trench.

But at this time, you, Wang Tianhao, can only hold on and not panic at all, because you are the team leader. If you panic, the people below will be unable to do anything. And in this era, they are not allowed to have the technological level to change the weather.

However, in the era that truly belonged to Xu Chaoyang, it was possible to change the weather to a stage that was favorable to one's side, such as artificial rainfall or rain pressure wind.

This is the gap in military level between the two eras. The difference is not only in weapons and technology, but also in the understanding of the world as a whole.

Swish.

When all the soldiers were staring at the yellow sand in front of them, Wang Tianhao saw a dark figure holding a gun moving forward in the dust. Without saying a word, he immediately raised the gun and pulled the trigger in an instant - bang!

Then he immediately started shouting: "All the black shadows in the wind and sand are Japanese soldiers. Shoot them immediately when you see them!"

"The New Second Regiment, take the trench as the base, no one is allowed to step beyond the trench!"

"shot!"

There were more and more black shadows in the yellow sand. It was obvious that the Japanese were planning to take advantage of the sandstorm to rush to the position. At this moment, Wang Tianhao shouted to the machine gunner in the cave: "Fire!"

Da da da da da da!

Thug, tug, tug, tug!

"Grenade!"

"Captain, the grenades were just reserved for the platoons defending the positions!"

"Grenade launcher!"

"Captain, the New 1st Regiment has used up all of its grenade launchers at the entrance of the regiment!"

He was a staff officer and had been in charge of logistics in the army for a period of time. Xu Chaoyang always handed over something he had seized to the cabinet as if he was giving an account, and he had never been embarrassed about such small things.

"shot!"

"Use whatever you have in your hand, and fight!"

boom!
Wang Tianhao had used up all the bullets in his hand. He bent down and picked up the Type 38 rifle next to the Japanese corpse in the trench. He pulled the bolt and took a look at the bullets in the magazine. He pushed the bolt again and pulled the trigger at the black shadow in front of him.

Such a reckless fighting style really frightened the Japanese. Ono Jungoro had no idea where the bullet came from. With gunshots everywhere around his ears, he was knocked down by a bullet.

At the moment he fell, he even saw drops of blood spurting out from his forehead, but he didn't see them fall at all. It was like someone had unplugged the power cord. Everything went black before his eyes and he rolled down the slope. It was a lucky death.

The machine gun bullets fired from the machine gun holes on the slope were not so reasonable. At such a close distance, the bullets continued to explode on the Japanese with unreasonable force.

When the machine gun on the slope opened fire again, a Japanese soldier who was rushing up the slope just raised his arm holding the gun while running, and a bullet took away three fingers on his gun hand. The machine gun bullet flew forward from the base of the little finger, and after breaking three fingers in succession, it was driven by the middle finger bone to change direction.

"what!"

"what!!!!"

The little Japanese soldier threw away the gun in his hand, covered his hand and cried out in pain. Only the middle finger of his hand was still sticking with a little skin, and he kept shaking it, shaking the broken finger...

next second!
There was a cylindrical object slowly falling from the sky. When it hit the Japanese soldier's face, he suddenly stopped shouting, because it was the ten-year-old grenade they were used to using - boom!!!

With the sound of the explosion, the gust of air carried the broken body parts like a basin of minced meat. At this moment, Wang Tianhao in the trench shouted: "Look for the grenades on the Japanese corpses nearby. Remember, knock them once before throwing them. After pulling out the safety, you have to knock them again!" The grenade just now was the one he picked up from the Japanese!
Wang Tianhao didn't want to do it anymore just after he took over from Yu Minghao as the second regiment commander for one day and one night. Being a military chief is too stressful. You have to discuss everything in detail and not miss a single thing.

As long as you don't say anything, these soldiers who are already dazzled will dare to throw the grenade as soon as the safety is removed. It's not that they don't know that they need to knock it, but they really forget at this moment...

"Stop shooting!"

"Stop shooting!"

Wang Tianhao, holding a grenade in his hand, could no longer find any Japanese on the battlefield. However, under the cover of yellow sand, he did not dare to relax at all and could only wait in the trench facing the wind and sand.

He didn't know whether the Japs had retreated or were letting him take a break after repelling this attack;
He didn't even know if there would be any more conspiracies and tricks from the devils next...

"All battalions, companies, and platoons, quickly restock your ammunition, machine gunners change magazines, everyone stay on the ground and don't move!"

A minute passed, and Wang Tianhao led all members of the New Second Regiment to defend their positions tightly.

An hour passed, and some of the soldiers who were in a fighting posture just now were resting with one leg tilted or lying on the chest of the trench;

An hour and a half passed. When the yellow sand gradually dissipated, all they saw before their eyes were the fallen corpses of the Japanese soldiers. There was no longer any sign of the Japanese attack. Only then did Wang Tianhao release the grenade in his hand and slowly place it on the trench.

"Clean the battlefield!"

"No one is allowed to leave the position. Leave all the bullets, grenades, and rations on the enemy's body behind, then bring the bodies over to reinforce the defense line!"

He had not dared to order his men to do these things until this moment, and even then, he had to add: "The first battalion is responsible for guarding, the second and third battalions are responsible for the work, hurry up!"

The battle was over, but looking at the soldiers on the battlefield again, they had gone from being full to being sparsely populated.

"All battalions, companies, and platoons, count the casualties!"

"Tell the medical soldiers and health workers below to send the wounded off the battlefield."

Wang Tianhao turned around at this time and slid down along the wall of the trench. His legs began to shake, not because of fear, but because of fatigue. The words that often appeared on the battlefield were also spoken by Wang Tianhao at this moment.

"Who has a cigarette in his pocket? Give me one."

At this moment, Wang Tianhao, who had begun to take charge of the family, realized that lighting this cigarette after the war was not for relaxation, but for surviving a disaster.

chapped.

After a soldier handed over a cigarette, he held it in both hands and struck a match in front of him. Today's battle and the act of lighting the cigarette proved the attitude of the entire New Second Regiment towards Wang Tianhao... It was obvious that they had accepted him.

(End of this chapter)