However, more flames sprayed out from the enemy bunker and its hidden heavy machine guns swept like the same chain of fire. Lu Xiaoyu hurriedly buried his head tightly and splashed his face with dust.
A little behind, the mortar squad quickly set up the mortar, and three rounds of rapid-fire artillery shells roared to the enemy position, while the rocket gunner next to them also rushed to the previous round, dragging the tail flame rocket shells, hissing and hitting the enemy bunker, blowing it up to the sky.
Sun Zhong Yao leaped over Lu Xiaoyu from the side of Lu Xiaoyu and quickly got up. Others were tall, legs long and brisk, and soon they chased Sun Zhongyao’s rifle again and again. The guns just popped out, and the British people all cracked their heads.
"Lu Xiaoyu, can’t you spread out a little and stop shaking in front of me!" Sun Zhongyao shouted, "Do you know that I haven’t fired a shot yet?"
"When the squad leader runs fast, he will flash you, and then you won’t feel that you are shaking in front of you!" Lu Xiaoyu said that he ran around and dodged stray bullets, but finally blocked Sun Zhongyao.
Sun Zhongyao really wants to make contributions and get promoted, and he wants to show Zhang Yiping some achievements.
Since he knew that Zhang Yiping had always known about his 13th division, his desire for meritorious service became stronger, because he vaguely felt that Zhang Yiping had been paying attention to him, but he had been in the position of monitor for so long and had not been promoted, which would give Zhang Yiping an illusion that his level was generally beyond that of a soldier, such as the annoying Lu Xiaoyu in front of him.
The first line of defense in front was quickly broken through the 13 th division and entered the street corner of Le Mans City.
When Lu Xiaoyu entered the city, he could no longer rely on his speed to block Sun Zhongyao. Only then did Sun Zhongyao feel wronged and completely released.
In the middle of the street, there was a car that was blown up, and the roof of the car was lifted, and the iron sheet was rolled over to reveal uneven cracks. The rails of the car were completely destroyed by artillery, and they were bent into circular arches and stood tall.
There are some French civilians lying beside the car groaning, but the warring parties are indifferent to them. The war always inevitably hurts some civilians, and the injured civilians can ask for their own blessing.
Not far from the corner of the street, two British soldiers helped each other and walked silently forward
Sun Zhongyao’s foot is two meters away, and a British soldier looks very young. You are a half-aged boy who may be a recruit. You are very tired and looking at Sun Zhong Yao and Lu Xiaoyu in horror and pain. His abdomen was cut by shrapnel from a shell, and his military uniform was broken and his intestines were exposed. In addition, there were injuries in his thigh, and blood stained his half.
In this way, the injured base is already dead. Even if someone sends him to the hospital, it is difficult to walk out of the field hospital alive with the current medical skills.
"Lu Xiaoyu, be kind enough to give him a knife and send him to the West!" Sun Zhongyu said
"This is not included in my body count? If you don’t count the little grandfather, you are too lazy to start work! " Lu Xiaoyu said that he aimed his gun at the two wounded soldiers in front, turned the corner and pulled the trigger in an instant, and went through the two wounded soldiers who helped each other and fell to the ground together.
"Who knows how many British troops you killed without counting the number of enemies you killed?" Sun Zhongyao said that it is difficult to calculate how many people you killed in the battle. The officers and men of the regiment are marksmanship, such as sharpshooters, which is even more difficult to calculate.
"The Ministry of Army Credit doesn’t calculate the number of British ghosts killed in my heart, but it is calculated clearly in my heart. I don’t want such a sum of money to kill a dying British soldier …"
Sun Zhong Yao walked past the British soldiers. The young British soldiers’ eyes moved a little. He had no strength to speak, but Sun Zhongyao didn’t intend to speak. He took out a dagger and raised his face. The British soldiers’ eyes showed horror.
Although he knows that he can’t live if he doesn’t die, he will be nostalgic for life. If he doesn’t swallow his last breath, he will still be strong.
Sun Zhongyao turned his head, waved his hand and crossed the young soldier’s neck with a wave of his dagger. A stream of blood came out and sputtered Sun Zhongyao’s arm. Sun Zhongyao went on chasing Lu Xiaoyu without looking at one eye.
"I am trying to get rid of you at an early date …" Sun Zhongyao said to himself.
Chapter 23 Hard bones
War is more cruel than cruelty. With the attack of the 13th Division getting deeper and deeper, more and more blood and death appear bloodily. Sun Zhongyao shattered his pity one by one before his eyes and gradually became numb.
The siege battle started in all directions, with rapid shelling and constant machine guns ringing through the whole city of Le Mans.
Shells divided the night into cracks, and the bullets kept rising, turning the dark city into a pale one.
After it got dark, the attack slowly slowed down. Four regiments from the 13th Division attacked Sun Zhongyao’s 313th Regiment in two rounds, taking a rest day to continue the attack instead of other brothers.
However, the gun didn’t stop or a fierce shot shook the houses to dust.
Sun Zhongyao got up, hung his helmet in his neck and walked out of the rest residential street with a rifle. There was a machine gun array built by sandbags. Yu Songyang leaned against the sandbags and lit cigarettes in his hand, flashing his face full of smoke.
Next to a soldier hand tightly buckle light machine gun trigger nervously looked at the dark across the street.
Sun Zhongyao bent over and said to Songyang, "I’ll take your place when you go to rest."
Yu Songyang threw up the cigarette butt in his hand and stepped on it to put it out. He said, "If I want to sleep, I will have the spirit to play ghost. You can rest assured for me!"
Yu Songyang staggered to the eaves and disappeared in the shadows.
Sun Zhongyao patted the machine gunner next to him and said, "Don’t be nervous, brother. The 314th regiment is attacking them right in front. How can Britain cross the 314th regiment and come to us? Besides, they haven’t been scared by us during the day? How dare you bother us at night? That’s really seasoned road. "
The machine gunner held the light machine gun in his arms and sat against the sandbag. "This is not because of the supervision here."
Sun Zhongyao took out tobacco and paper roll, lit a trumpet-shaped match, and gave the cigarette bag to the gunner. Two of them just smoked a few mouthfuls, and a tall shadow darted over and shouted, "Monitor Sun doesn’t call me when he comes out for air."
Sun Zhongyao said grumpily, "Lu Xiaoyu, can you spare me? You’ve been with me all day. I’m out for a cigarette. You don’t have to stare at me like that, do you?"
"I’m afraid of you. If you want to be a monitor, I’ll let you do it!" Sun Zhongyao said that he wanted to show Zhang Yiping the certificate of meritorious service and promotion, but he didn’t expect to meet Lu Xiaoyu, a teenager who always kept an eye on his position as monitor and always wanted to replace him.
"Staring at you? Grandpa, who wants your monitor position? I’m too bored to sleep to go out for a walk, you know? If there is no war today, I just took a vacation today, and I have slept with a French woman in my arms. Where is the itch like this? "said Lu Xiaoyu.
Sun Zhongyao is at a loss for Lu Xiaoyu, and now he wants to finish smoking this cigarette.
Lu Xiaoyu sat with a sandbag on his back and suddenly got up again. "Shh!" Lu Xiaoyu light call way
Sun Zhongyao pricked up his ears and heard nothing. But Lu Xiaoyu has crept out and disappeared into the darkness.
"This little girl must be looking for an excuse to spoil her French sister!" Sun Zhongyao scold a way
"I also want to go …" The gunner said drooling.
Sun Zhongyao didn’t speak and the gunner was silent.
Lu Xiaoyu is a bad life. It is difficult for others to learn from him without being old and caring.
In a short time, Lu Xiaoyu has come back. He came back with a man by the neck. He dragged a man back with a weak light. This man looks like he is not tall. Sun Zhongyao was wrong because he was a woman. He didn’t see that he was a teenage white kid until Lu Xiaoyu left people on the ground with a weak light.
Sun Zhongyao couldn’t help laughing gently. "Liu Xiaoyu, you stole a man back. Do you have pedophilia? That’s disgusting! “
Lu Xiaoyu said, "It’s really fucking bad luck for a man, but I want to tell you that I didn’t sneak out until I heard a noise outside just now. I didn’t want to go out and spoil my sister. Don’t say casually that if I was looking for a sister, I wouldn’t have dragged this person back."
Maybe you just want to come back and do things again. What did Lu Xiaoyu dare not do? Sun Zhongyao thought, but Lu Xiaoyu is now slack and can hit Sun Zhongyao, and there is nothing he can do.
"But it’s a trouble for you to drag it back," Sun Zhongyao said. "Let him go, for fear that he will expose our reality; If you kill him, he will still be a child and look like a Frenchman, "Sun Zhongyao said.
"I can make a bet with you that this young man must be an Englishman, probably disguised as a French human being to spy on our information, but I found out that there was a young man, and they wanted to take advantage of us and spy on us. I really don’t know how to write it."
Sun Zhongyao andao estimates that Lu Xiaoyu doesn’t know how to write the word "death".
"There is no evidence that he is British, so we can’t kill people indiscriminately, especially French civilians," Sun Zhongyao said. He thought of killing the young British soldier at the street crossing. Although the other party was already dead, it was always a little uncomfortable to die in his own hands.
"The French where there is such a tender? Such a young man has long been dragged to the battlefield to fight as a soldier, so I’m sure it must be an English spy disguised as a French man to spy on the news. Unfortunately, I don’t know English, or I’ll know if I ask you a few questions. Do you know English or French, Monitor Sun? "
"Do I know how to be a monitor here?" Sun Zhongyao said
"too! Our commander-in-chief knows not only French but also English, so he sleeps the most beautifully, French sister … "
Sun Zhongyao feels that he is not worse than Zhang Yiping in military ability except knowing English and French, because he used to be in the Xu Shuzheng Department and could not be beaten by Zhang Yiping, and he doesn’t know how long he will stay as the squad leader.
* * regiment in the military, marksmanship to promote cadres, and he is not very outstanding in this respect, even if compared with this Lu Xiaoyu, if you don’t know a few words yourself, maybe you can’t even keep the position of the monitor. Sun Zhongyao thought of this and felt more depressed.
"Don’t digress. Watch him yourself tonight!"
Liu Xiaoyu raised his palm and slapped the young man in the back of his head. The man passed out without saying a word. "Isn’t this much more neat?"
Sun Zhongyao shook his head and squatted down to untie the white kid’s shoelaces, which tied up the man’s hands and feet. Although it was dark around, when he touched the white kid’s shoes, he knew that the heels of his shoes were the same as those of the British army, which means that this man is indeed an English spy.
After a fierce ideological struggle, Sun Zhongyao finally got away with it and didn’t tell Lu Xiaoyu about his discovery, otherwise Lu Xiaoyu would definitely stab the kid to death.
Sun Zhongyao opened his eyes and saw the white kid caught last night with his limbs tied together. His eyes looked around in horror and fear made his pores open.
The chaotic footsteps from the other side of the street finally faded away from us. This is where the brothers came through a new day, and a new battle came.
Yu Songyang came out of the house and shouted, "Let’s get to work …"
Lu Xiaoyu asked, "What should monitor Sun, the white kid, do? Let him go or kill him?"
Sun Zhongyao already knows that this man is British and should be treated as a prisoner according to the regulations. The Chinese Communist Youth League has a set of policies for British prisoners. After complying with the international regulations on not hurting prisoners of war, these regulations are difficult to achieve in combat.
For example, Sun Zhongyao’s class will continue to attack the British prisoners without being escorted, and it is impossible to take the initiative to go to the 13 th division prison camp. Besides, since the officers and men of the Chinese team were promoted to intermediate gunmen, there have been few prisoners. They often shoot the enemy with one shot, unless the British army voluntarily surrenders on a large scale, there will be few prisoners.
"Give him a good knife. He is British. Although he is wearing civilian clothes, his shoes betrayed him …" Sun Zhongyao gritted his teeth and said that he picked up his rifle and turned and walked forward without looking back.