Baoshan City entered temporary tranquility because the Little Japanese and the Eighth Battalion reached a short-term ceasefire decision. The ceasefire lasted for half a day so that they could treat the wounded and bury the bodies as a humanitarian act!

The commander of the eighth battalion wished that the war would cease for one day. When the reinforcements arrive tomorrow, the defensive pressure will be much less. Of course, the vigilance will not be relaxed at all. The new Japanese will be trustworthy, and it is better to believe that the old sow can climb the tree!

When Hu Yizhou led three veterans back to the city with eight rifles, a crooked handle, several Japanese water bottles, several pairs of Japanese military boots and a pile of bullet boxes, he happened to catch up with the brothers from the Eighth Battalion looking for him.

"Sir, the battalion commander is looking for you everywhere, saying that he has assigned you new artillery units!" The speaker was Monkey, the one who first appeared in Hu Yizhou's ward.

"Just in time! You guys can help send these things to Quartermaster Li. These are our trophies. Let him keep them!"

Hu Yizhou threw a crooked handle, three 38 rifles, special machine gun bullets and some unused bits and pieces to Skinny Monkey and the others. As for the remaining five 38 rifles and the corresponding nine

More than a hundred rounds of ammunition and a few pairs of military boots that fit well were intercepted by Hu Yizhou!

By the way, Hu Yizhou also intercepted the few kettles and more than 30 cantaloupe grenades that were hard to reach. He did this because he heard that he had new subordinates! He wanted to unify firearms for his subordinates

Ammunition, the weapons captured here are just right!

As for the fact that different gunshots will attract attacks from his own people during the battle, he has not yet considered it. Once the new artillery men have all participated in the battle and fired, the problem of gunshots will probably not matter. Of course, this

You have to make an agreement with the Eighth Battalion Commander!

The little devil’s individual bullet configuration: in front of a soldier are two 30-round cowhide bullet boxes, a total of 60 rounds of 6.5mm bullets, and behind him there is a 60-round bullet bag for reserve ammunition!

In battle, the 60 rounds of ammunition in front of the body can be used casually, but the 60 rounds behind the body require the consent of the battlefield commander! This is the gap in ammunition between China and Japan! Not to mention that the average number of military rabbits is now five

Send bullets (formal combat unit), even the bald men have never been so rich!

"Master, where did you get the enemy equipment? This is the same squad, right? You guys have all been disarmed? Mouse, what about you, what good stuff is in your bag? Show me!"

The monkeys and the others were getting something, and they looked excited. This was captured on the battlefield, and it should be counted as military change!

"This is good stuff! It's crunchy when you put it in your mouth! Do you want to try it?" The one nicknamed Mouse was naturally Fang Hao.

"Ha! What good things did you get from the Japs? Canned goods? Biscuits?" Monkey didn't know where he heard that the Japs were treated well and had biscuits in cans and boxes.

"Here, take it! Send it to the brothers later!" Fang Haoshan directly gave the cloth bag containing 13 pairs of ears to the thin monkey.

"Scared! You, you, you... what are you..." Skinny Monkey is also a veteran, the kind who has seen life and death, but when he saw so many ears at first, he was shocked.

"Put it away! The master said, this is a sacrifice for our brothers!" Fang Hao said seriously.

"Sacrifice...good sacrifice! This is the fucking sacrifice! I thank you on behalf of my third brother!" The skinny monkey who had just killed an elder brother in the battle no longer forced a smile, but was wailing on the ground.

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"Lao San..." Fang Hao said nothing more, but stood there silently.

"Where is the battalion commander?" Hu Yizhou asked several soldiers who came with Shouhou. He remembered that two of them even carried him.

"The battalion commander and the others are digging graves for the brothers at the small slope in the west of the city! You guys can go there just in time!" replied a tall and thin man.

"Let's go, monkey! Go see the brothers off for the last time! Although the sacrifices are a little short, I don't think the brothers will mind!" Hu Yizhou said to the monkey.

"Let's go!" Monkey's eyes were red, he wiped his tears and walked ahead. In his hand, he clutched the cloth belt tightly, as if it was his life.

The small slope in the west of the city is a small place, and it is also the cemetery of Baoshan City.

More than a dozen soldiers from the Eighth Battalion and more than 20 young men from the city had dug a large grave, and the bodies of soldiers still stained with blood were brought over. Some of them were particularly conspicuous because they were completely charred.

They are the soldiers of the Second Company.

Sun Xiaobao has woken up. He is wrapped in a bandage to protect the burns on his back. It is said that the special burn medicine from the house of Cao, the circus troupe in the city, has been applied.

Sun Xiaobao was not seriously injured, but the remaining poison in his lungs seemed to have not been cleared. He coughed violently and breathed heavily. But he still asked two comrades to help him over. He was the only one left in the entire second company, and he also

I want to send my brothers on their last journey.

Of course, if you count the crying ones, there are still eight soldiers in the second company, the only eight soldiers left!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

A head cook in his forties, wearing a shabby but clean military uniform and a clean apron, was squatting there and crying bitterly.

To be honest, when a man cries, he makes less noise than when a woman cries, but it has a stronger appeal to the people around him. Several soldiers on guard around him also looked at them with red eyes, holding the rifles in their hands tightly, as if there was a ferocious beast.

It will burst out from their bodies to tear those devils to pieces.

Next to the cooking squad leader, there were several soldiers who were also in the cooking squad. They were either old, weak, young, or slightly disabled. These cooking soldiers did not cry with the old squad leader, but silently took the

He took out rice bowls one by one, filled them with rice, covered them with pieces of meat, and placed them one by one in front of the fallen comrades.

At this time, no one said they were wasting food, and no one thought they were in the way. Except for the soldiers on guard, everyone was watching them.

"Okay, stop howling! You guys, take care of the remains of our brothers! They all sacrificed their lives for the country, so they should be clean when they leave!" the Eighth Battalion Commander said to several women.

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"Don't worry, sirs! Although our bodies are dirty, our hands are clean! We will make sure these bosses are on their way cleanly!"

The one who spoke was a woman with heavy makeup, accompanied by several women in their thirties. They were the only remaining women in Baoshan City. The one who did not speak was the widow who lived with her door open, and the one who spoke was the old bustard of Chunxiang Tower.

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When the Japanese came, no one could survive. The old bustard sent the girl away and stayed in Baoshan. She had to die in her hometown.
Chapter completed!