Chapter 154 Guard, Death Squad!

November 28, Fengtian.

This is the third day of the Battle of Fengtian.

The battle was extremely difficult, and the charge of the island army was very fierce. In three days, hand-to-hand combat occurred in several positions from time to time. If reinforcements were not reinforcements in time, the island army would be rescinded, but I was afraid that the position would have changed hands.

Suddenly, the position of the 1st Battalion of the 2nd Regiment of the 1st Brigade, the 1st Brigade, was most severely attacked.

The new battalion commander Xing Yachuang was commanding the defense of this position.

This young battalion commander, who grew up step by step from the defense of Beidaying, is encountering a battle that is even more violent than the defense of Beidaying to some extent.

The brothers who survived the student camp now have become the backbone of each company. Isn’t it the fastest promoted?

A shuttle of bullets was fired and a soldier from the island country fell to his gun. This was the third island country man killed today.

Those islanders are no longer blindly charging.

It turned out that the tide was like, and the attacks were gradually decreasing, which also caused the number of killing against the island army to begin to decline.

In particular, the island military officers clearly paid attention to their protection. It was difficult for each battalion to accurately capture the target.

Both sides are trying their best to reduce mistakes, which also destined that this war will be an arduous tug-of-war.

"bullet!"

He shouted, but there was no answer at the side. He turned his head and looked at it. The ammunition hand was killed.

Xing Yachuang picked up a rifle and aimed at an island soldier. He was still very confident in his marksmanship. When he was in the student team, he was among the best in his shooting.

There was a "bang".

A ball of blood mist splattered out, and the soldier of the island country shook, as if he was unwilling to fall down like this, and continued to rush forward for two steps, then he fell to the ground. After thrusting a few times, there was no movement again...

Xing Yachuang wiped his mouth, put the rifle aside, touched the ammunition box, took out a magazine, changed it back, and the machine gun started to roar again in his hand.

I will turn 18 tomorrow.

Xing Yachuang's body suddenly shook. He was not 18 years old yet?

Fight, fighter, battalion commander?

I never thought that this was how my 18-year-old was spent...

He suddenly remembered his best friend Zeng Shoucai.

The two grew up together and joined the student team together. In the past, they always made fun of his name and sounded like a "real coffin", and they also said that he would definitely be the shopkeeper of a coffin shop in the future.

Zeng Shoucai also said that he would not fight in the future, and that he would be the shopkeeper of a coffin shop.

But he did not realize this dream after all. At this time yesterday, as the commander of the 1st Company of the 1st Battalion, he was unfortunately shot and killed by cold guns.

He survived tenaciously during the Battle of Beidaying, but died here.

He didn't even have a coffin when he died...

When the battle stopped a little yesterday, when he ran to the 1st Company position like crazy, Zeng Shoucai was no longer able to do it.

He saw his best friend struggling in pain on the brink of death, blood in his chest was thrust out, and even a little blood on his face could not be seen. Seeing that his good friend was coming, Zeng Shoucai seemed to have recovered some firepower and barely squeezed out a little ugly smile and said to him.

"Brother, it seems that I can't do it...help me...help me get a good coffin..."

After saying that, Zeng Shoucai died.

Xing Yachuang suddenly realized that he was so useless that his friend’s last wish could not be realized.

There is no coffin, nothing.

There were dead people everywhere, and no one would leave the battle to find a coffin for a dead person.

Xing Yachuang took a deep breath. He saw a small group of island people quietly touching his position. In an instant, the machine gun roared in his hand.

This is not fighting myself, but avenging my good brother...

Standing straight there, Situ Tianrui put down the telescope and bit his lips tightly together.

The pressure on the 2nd Regiment's position is too great. From yesterday to now, the island army has repelled nineteen charges.

"Grand Sword Team is ready!" Situ Tianrui said coldly.

This is a 300-person stormtrooper carefully prepared during this period. Each person has a box cannon and a big knife that is exactly the same as Situ Tianrui.

The Big Sword Team is controlled by Situ Tianrui himself, and will never be used easily until the winner is decided or the most critical moment.

"I'd better take the charge with you in the voyage. You are the soul of the voyage." The adjutant whispered.

"Ah, a fart, a fart, a fart, a fart." Situ Tianrui smiled mockingly.

"Which army have you seen that is promoted so fast as we are? I was a platoon leader with a sesame size two months ago, and now I am a brigade. No, either they all die here and the commander is useless. Or when the war is over, I will at most go back to take a battalion..."

The adjutant also laughed. Indeed, the commanders of the 11th Division were promoted too quickly. Anyway, as long as the division was promoted, officers at all levels would be promoted one level.

There is no appointment, just whoever is the teacher seat will sit in this position.

After the war is over, the government will definitely reorganize the 11th Division, and maybe many people will fall.

But, can this battle be finished?

"The pressure in front of the division is too great. Are you considering increasing troops?"

Zheng Yong glanced at Zheng Wengen, and the two chess pieces in his hand were constantly playing with them, and the sound of the transmission seemed particularly harsh in the silent headquarters.

The reserve team does, but that cannot be moved.

It is not the most critical moment yet. It is only the third day. At this time, the reserve team will be put in. How can we continue to fight in the future?

"The guards are all gathered!"

Zheng Yong put down his chess piece and said.

The guards were quickly gathered up, and the captain of the guards led by Hu Bing looked at his eldest son eagerly, "No, he is a division seat."

Since he followed the eldest young master, Hu Bing didn't think about anything else, but wanted to use a gun to fight with the islanders to avenge the big grandma and the others.

"Brothers." Zheng Yong, who was standing in front of the guard, looked at them and said slowly.

"We wear this leather to protect Fengtian. Now the front is tight, and the guards will be the Death Squad from now on. I, Zheng Yong, are the Captain of the Death Squad!"

"Yes, the guard is the death squad!" Hu Bing said loudly.

"Let's look ahead! Look!" Zheng Yong said vigorously.

"Where will we appear there where the position is about to be broken up! Let's prepare it for me to go back!"

"Teacher, this is too risky." After the excited guards quickly returned to prepare, Tao Ping frowned. If anything, if there is anything unexpected, I think it would be better to pull the reserve team up..."

"Even the headquarters guards have been pulled up. Do you think the island people think Fengtian has any power?" Zheng Yong said lightly: "The reserve team must be used in the most urgent time, but it is definitely not now!"

Seeing Tao Ping's worried eyes, Zheng Yong patted his shoulder.

"I am actually just giving them some spiritual encouragement, and nothing can happen. If, if you really have what you said, you will take over as the commander of the 11th Division. In terms of leading troops, you are not as good as me; in terms of command, I am not as good as you."

"Report, Xu Yan requests to join the battle!"

Before Tao Ping could say anything, Xu Yan had already trotted over and said loudly.

After looking at Xu Yan, Zheng Yong nodded.

"That's done well, go get a gun!"

"Yes, thank you teacher!"

Xu Yan responded excitedly.

When you become a soldier, you have to take a gun, and you have to fight against the islanders. If you are a gun against the gun, you have to fight with the gun.

"Reporting to the master, Lin Weidong returned to the team after completing the mission and requested to participate in the battle!"

A man with a muddy face and dressed up as a refugee appeared in front of Zheng Yong.

Lin Weidong? Is this kid back?

"Master, Lin Weidong rushed back to Fengtian as soon as possible and requested to join the battle!" Lin Weidong wiped his face and said panting.

"Okay, I heard about your kid in Nanjing, but I didn't expect to come back so soon." Zheng Yong took the Guard's gun and threw it hard at Lin Weidong.

"Take it, I've finished talking in Nanjing. Now it's time to use a gun!"

Lin Weidong took the gun, took out a small cloth bag from his arms, and put it in the hands of the master.

This is the gold bar donated by Gu Yueming, the gold bar donated by his Lin family, and the gold bar donated by his sister mobilized all the students.

There are not many, only six senses, but this is the wish of the people who pray for heaven.
Chapter completed!