I want to be a good person

The artillery tower was difficult to attack. The area within 300 meters was bare, with no crops or trees left. There was a trench 2 meters deep and 3 meters wide, with barbed wire set up outside the trench.

Located on a major traffic route, the brick-and-earth mixed building is approximately 8 meters high, 10 meters long, 6 meters wide, and oval in shape.

A fortress is easily breached from within, with its center bursting into bloom.

Zhang Aiguo's pistol was fast, and the Japanese were stunned for a moment when they saw the familiar turtle box.

Their officers oil and clean their guns when they have nothing to do, just enough to ensure their usability, but the Chinese rarely see them being used. Do they know how to disassemble and maintain the guns?

One second slower is the critical point between heaven and hell.

"flutter"

Bullets fired from the watchtower's top hit the wall.

"Snapped"

As soon as you show your head, you will be shot by the Japanese with accuracy.

The half-raised suspension bridge fell down, and the five people gathered at the gate, but the gate was blocked by the Japanese, leaving them in a dilemma.

"Chief of Staff, the machine guns haven't fired yet?"

"I know."

At this time, Zhang Aiguo was secretly worried, wondering whether the tactical guidance call had already been made and whether the supporting traitors were on the way.

Maeda huddled in a corner, his lips opening and closing constantly. His voice was so soft that it was unclear what he was saying. Was he praying?

As expected, relying on conventional operations to attack the artillery tower is really a life-threatening operation, bullying the Chinese who have no guns or artillery.

In the later period, when the Eighth Master attacked the strongholds and artillery towers, he relied on the black explosives borrowed from Shandong coal miners. He accumulated the explosives little by little and used them to blow up the Japs.

Like a trickle of water, by mobilizing the masses, it will converge into the vast ocean of people's war.

Now I use you and respect you, shake your hand cordially and smile.

Under the direct sunlight, the water evaporated and everything floating under the water revealed its true form.

There are so many people in this world, but some people hide deeply, and the little black guy finally showed his true colors.

The door with the words XX on it is tall, solemn and dignified, and no longer accessible to locals.

Time has created a gap, a wound that is difficult to heal.

This is the problem Zhang Aiguo is facing now.

There is also barbed wire on the wall, which has rusted due to wind and rain.

"Xiao Mao, you guys blindly shoot at the 11 o'clock direction and suppress the cold gun."

We concentrated fire in the same direction and suppressed the Japanese on the top of the lookout. We didn't believe that the Japanese would not hide because of the flying bullets.

Zhang Aiguo knew that he only had one chance to fire, and the machine gunner on the second floor would not let him go.

Several people adjusted their positions, and Zhang Aiguo observed the bullet point again.

God bless!

"beat."

The battalion, company and platoon only exposed the gun barrels, and fired four or five shots from the semi-automatic box guns, with bullets flying everywhere.

Zhang Aiguo turned sideways, revealing half of his body.

The box gun is connected to the wooden box buttress.

Just shoot towards the imaginary target.

There are shooting crenels on the top of the lookout.

After the concentrated fire suppression, some people want to charge forward, and the Japanese are very familiar with the routine.

As soon as the gun stopped, he half-rose and looked out.

"when"

A small hole was rudely drilled on the Type 90 helmet.

"Da da da"

The bursts of machine gun fire hit the earthen wall, raising a cloud of dust.

"Bring the donkey here."

"Chief of Staff, this is borrowed from a fellow villager. Do you have to pay it back?"

"What belongs to our fellow villagers is ours. We can write them an IOU later. They should be happy to do so."

"this?"

"What's this and that? Everything is for victory. At this critical moment, we have to go. At worst, I'll let you eat more donkey meat."

Ah, is it about eating meat?

Not on the same channel.

Wang Xiaomao felt mixed emotions.

Zhang Aiguo has been instilling in people how to survive and how to speak clichés. One must be proficient in the art of being thick-skinned in order to survive and enjoy the fruits of their labor.

As for the turret, one person has plenty of means, such as steel plates and machine guns, but the Type 75 mm gun is useless and cannot blow a gap.

Green smoke came out of the machine gun firing port, which was large on the outside and small on the inside.

"Machine guns are hard to shoot."

"In the early years, two or three hundred people failed to take it down. I heard that the wall was very thick, probably as thick as a long arm."

"We have to fight even if it's not easy."

"Next time we can fill sacks with sand and soak quilts in water to make earthen chariots."

"I heard that they did it last time, but they were blown up by a cannon."

"Tell me about it later."

Wang Xiaomao was a man with a story. Zhang Aiguo was very optimistic about him because he had a good background and came from a poor peasant family.

The donkey had its eyes covered with a black cloth, its four hooves kept moving, and its body tried to turn around, looking a little uneasy.

Maybe he was thinking of the tragic experience of the man who was blindfolded and turned in circles, and he was sighing?

A blanket was put on the donkey.

A naked donkey can be seen through by the Japanese at a glance. To pursue the great way is to be secretive in doing things and vague in speaking.

"Are you ready?"

Zhang Aiguo asked in a low voice.

"I'll run first, don't show your head, just shoot blindly."

"Chief of Staff, I'm coming."

"Let me do it. I know what I'm doing."

Zhang Aiguo patted Wang Xiaomao on the shoulder.

After realizing that he had set a bad example and coming to his senses, he gave his son a stern lecture.

"In the future, don't be so aggressive. There are soldiers who are not worth the officers. What do you want them to do? Just eat. You must dare to let them take the lead at the critical moment."

"Only when a person survives can he have a chance. When a person dies, it's like a light goes out."

New wine in old bottles, still the familiar recipe, familiar taste.

"咴"

The huge pain on the buttocks made the donkey scream and run away.

A stab in the anus.

I work so hard pulling the cart and grinding the mill, how can you treat me like this!

The donkey feels aggrieved, silly, cute, and a bit violent.

Zhang Aiguo took a step back and ran to the other side of the artillery tower.

The donkey was stubborn to the end and fell down after being hit four or five times in a row.

One step at a time, one step at a time.

"Ding"

Zhang Aiguo, who had just stopped and was leaning against the wall, heard a slight sound of knocking against the wall, and a black iron lump fell out of the shooting hole.

Damn, that’s so cruel.

Who doesn’t have a flick?

run.

The door of the turret is on the east side, made of iron and wood, and bolted from the inside.

Zhang Aiguo went around to the back of the artillery tower. The wall was smooth and there was no leverage for him to climb over the eaves.

He quietly took out a wooden ladder, leaned it against the wall, and listened to the movement inside.

"呲呲"

The grenade emitted green smoke, and he stretched out his arm and inserted it through a larger firing hole.

"Grenade."

Zhang Aiguo slid down the ladder, leaned over and covered his head with his hands, covering his ears.

"boom"

Dust and thick smoke impatiently emerged from the shooting hole, blooming into a soul-chasing flower.

"The Chief of Staff is so powerful?"

"Magic pitcher?"

The four people who heard the explosion were extremely excited and followed the right person.

There is no such thing as a great pitcher.

In a closed space, there is nothing that a grenade cannot solve. To be on the safe side, Zhang Aiguo changed the angle and threw another grenade.

I went back to the main door and pulled it a few times with the dagger, but it didn't budge. I pushed it with my hand, but it was still blocked by an object inside.

A small explosive pack was placed on the door hinge.

Thick smoke and dust flew up again.

Zhang Aiguo waved his hand and four people ran over.

"Search the turrets, clear out the enemies, reload the guns, and take no prisoners."

"Yes."

They kicked the half-collapsed door a few times and entered in a line.

In the open space, the smell of blood filled the nose.

The donkey fell to the ground, with blood all over the ground, forming a small pool of blood.

Why are cattle and horses always the ones that get hurt?

Because they were born like oxen and horses, they can only lower their heads and pull carts!