The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

And from the direction outside the city, there are also devil troops one after another, rushing over from Chengcheng to support.

Maybe these support troops will not be many in number, but for a night attack like Hu Biao's, it is far more difficult than expected.

The problem is that now that the fight has started, they have no other choice but to bite the bullet and go up...

With a bang of "呯~", the warehouse manager rushed up to the Second Lieutenant Devil on the Xinshi Street position with a squad-sized reinforcement.

Like a silly roe deer, he shot through the head, causing him to be thrown to the ground immediately.

At such a time, although Yang Dongli killed the devil's mortar positions, no more flares were fired into the sky.

But on the battlefield, there are still many human-shaped fires burning blazingly.

Under the light of these fires, in fact, the battle between the two sides has not been affected.

After killing a devil's commander, the Xiongnu Fashen, who was counting the bullets in his heart every time he fired a shot, didn't cover the [-] in his hand at all.

Continue with the action of loading a bullet and then firing.

Instead, he directly put down such an empty rifle, and picked up a full-loaded, even loaded, medium-sized rifle from his side.

After picking up such a completely different model, the warehouse manager just aimed it a little bit.

He shot a devil who was about to throw a grenade through his left chest and staggered to the ground. Immediately, the seriously injured devil was hit by the small melon grenade in his hand, and as a result, he lost his life.

"What the hell! I'm a sniper, and after one shot, I have to change places to engage in this kind of artistic fighting style; I'm not Xu Feng's kind of assaulter who just charges with a submachine gun and only knows how to do it."

In the process of pulling the bolt with great effort and putting a new bullet into the chamber, Cang Guan cursed bitterly.

The main reason was that at a position about 100 meters away, the personnel of the two sides had been completely mixed together, and the fight was very close.

In order to provide support to his teammates as much as possible, the warehouse manager has turned into an emotional shooting machine.

It is necessary to fire continuously in order to destroy the devil's officers, machine gunners, grenadiers, and these threats to the team.

Even in such a process, he didn't even have time to reload his rifle.

Fortunately, a veteran who had his legs broken by a Type 92 infantry artillery during the daytime battle spontaneously helped the warehouse manager.

He was pressing the bullets for him one by one, and reloading the chamber by the way.

In this way, the warehouse manager can lie on a sniper position and continuously pull the bolt to fire.

From the beginning of such a night attack to the present, even the warehouse manager can't remember how many devils he has killed before and after. Anyway, the number will not be less than thirty or forty.

It can be said that with my own strength, I suppressed the firepower of the devils by three points.

It was the threat one after another that came up, and he killed it directly.

It's just that under the current coquettish performance, the warehouse manager is getting more and more frightened and guilty, because for a sniper, it is simply a big taboo for a sniper not to change his sniping position for a long time.

At some point, he would die under the opponent's counterattack.

This is indeed the case. When the warehouse manager put a shirtless sergeant with a devil knife in his hand into the front sight, it was too late to pull the trigger on his fingertips.

A cannonball roared towards the area they were in and greeted them.

At the moment when the sound of the gun appeared, according to the experience of the warehouse manager, this shell was just a 70mm caliber Type 92 infantry gun.

The problem is that at the speed of the shells, he has no time to transfer them. This kind of small-caliber shells is still enough to kill him.

So under the current circumstances, the warehouse manager can only hope that the shell will miss.

It's just that the artillerymen of the Devils smashed such a small 92-type infantry cannon and almost played it out, the possibility of such a possibility is basically zero.

Therefore, the only thing the warehouse manager can do now is to lower his forehead and head tightly, and protect his head with his hands.

Then, while he was waiting for the shells to fall, he was surprised to find a figure lying on top of him.

After vaguely realizing who this person was, the warehouse manager didn't even have time to react. The shell just landed a few meters away from them.

Under the impact of the explosion, the warehouse manager and the man on top of him were immediately overturned.

But thanks to being covered by someone, he blocked the most deadly shell fragments.

After Cang Guan spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, although he felt a pain in his legs, he seemed to have lost all consciousness, but he survived.

In the first moment when he propped up his upper body, Cang Guan just let the person beside him look at him.

Sure enough, as he expected, it was the veteran with the broken leg who risked his life to save his life just now.

Now this side of the body is full of bloody veterans. It seems that after feeling Cangguan's eyes, he squeezed out a simple and honest smile.

Then, with the last bit of strength, he said: "Brother, we have no cowards in Division 54 for the time being."

Under such a nonsensical sentence, the warehouse manager understood the meaning.

For this reason, after he nodded affirmatively, the veteran with the broken leg took his last breath.

Looking at the unsightly corpse that was blown up by a shell because he was covering himself, and dragging his legs that should have been severed by the shrapnel, the warehouse manager crawled back to the sniper position just now.

He picked up a [-]-style rifle, pulled the bolt and loaded it, and then continued to fire.

Perhaps on the battlefield, the saying that two shells will not land in the same crater really has some truth to it.

Anyway, after the warehouse manager crawled back here, he was never bombarded again.

In this way, he kept loading, firing, and reloading until he fell down here due to severe blood loss.

And now that two military doctors, Black Chinese Medicine Doctor and An Tusheng, are holding submachine guns in their arms, how can anyone take care of the poor warehouse manager...

At 5:57 in the morning, when the sky was slightly bright, the devils' attack finally stopped.

After seeing the devils in the distance, Hu Biao didn't even have the intention of picking up the rifle on the ground and firing.

With the bloody bone blade on his arm, Hu Biao sat down on the ground.

As for the position in front of the chest and abdomen, even if he hung a thick DIY bulletproof plate, but because he was shot so many times, he didn't know how many ribs were broken by the kinetic energy of the bullets?

Anyway, even if he moves a little bit now, it is very strenuous and painful.

Compared with Hu Biao, the other people on the battlefield were not much better, almost the same performance.

But in such a state of embarrassment, these bastards suddenly burst into laughter collectively for some reason.

As for why, the reason for this?

It was Hu Biao who later relied on his memory to pull out a buried field phone in the trench.

Maybe the phone line was buried deep enough. After Hu Biao tried it and found that it was still working, he yelled directly into it:

"I'm Hu Biao from the supplementary regiment. Pick up General Fang for me. I want to tell him that the position at Xinshi Street is still in our hands."

Chapter 331 The Curtain Falls (additional 10/10 for Davarishsky)

Time: August 8, around 6 noon.

There are still about 32 hours before the completion of the second stage of the Zhongzhou team, Hu Biao and the others are still fighting.

Squeezing out the last sliver of potential of the body, with the help of the few remaining fortifications, he fought against the attacking devils in the increasingly dilapidated Xinshi Street.

During this period, the morphine carried by the black doctor and An Tusheng was being consumed rapidly.

It's not that they don't know the side effects of using this thing, but that other eyes don't care too much about such a thing now.

It's just when the last few people in the supplementary regiment are guarding such an important place in Xinshi Street so that they won't be snatched away by the devils.

They didn't know that in Hengyang City, it is the only intact building today, that is, the building of the Central Bank of Hengyang City.

A meeting about the future fate of Hengyang City is going on.

At that time, Hu Biao and the others were rejoicing after two consecutive days and two nights, plus a morning of fighting.

The offensive strength of the devils in front of them actually became a little weak, and gradually became hotter.

I don't know if it was because the devils finally turned their attention to other directions after they found that there was such a breakthrough in Xinshi Street that they couldn't get in.

But forget about him, at least let Hu Biao and the others, whose physical strength has reached its limit, be able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Taking advantage of such a short time, they should bandage the wound well, eat some food and water; if possible, they also hope to sleep for a while.

Even if it's just half an hour, that's great...

Among the participants in that important meeting, in addition to General Fang, the commander of the 10th Army, there were also the Chief of Staff, the 3rd Division, the 10th Division, and the 190th Division, three of his division commanders.

There were five people in total, and they discussed the fate of everyone in the city.

The topic of the meeting was very simple, and Hengyang City must not be able to hold on.

Up to now, the entire Hengyang City can use a full force, only a few hundred people, and the rest are thousands of wounded.

So next, do they want to break through?

After all, it is the 45th day of such a mission that only needs to be adhered to at the beginning. It can be said that the top and bottom of the 10th Army have fulfilled the original promise long ago.

Even if he breaks through like this, he is worthy of everyone.

The problem is that it is so simple to break through, Commander Fang raised such a question:

"It's very simple to break through, as long as the supplementary regiment Hu Biao and others are the backbone, and dozens of people are added as the forwards, I believe we can easily fight; but what about the more than 6000 wounded in the city?

After fighting for so many years, everyone has long known who the devils are, and they probably just murdered to vent their anger. "

Facing such a heart-wrenching question, everyone else at the meeting fell silent; because no one could say the words of giving up so many brothers.

In the end, the result of such a meeting still ended with the 10th Army defending Hengyang City to the death.

In the following time, General Fang tried to commit suicide with a gun, but was knocked out of the pistol in time by his subordinates.

After failing to commit suicide, General Fang sent the bald-haired one last farewell message.

In such a farewell message, General Fang expressed his determination to live and die with Hengyang City and all the soldiers under him.

Talk!After reading this telegram, the bald man burst into tears.

Of course, I feel distressed that a general who can fight and is more reliable is about to die in battle. This incident is only one of the reasons, and it is not even the main reason.

The main reason is that during this period, Master Luo, the boss of Uncle Sam's family, planned to let the bald head hand over the command of his subordinates in view of the continuous defeat in the Huaguo battlefield.

Let an old white man surnamed Shi, who has little experience in commanding troops, take over as the commander of these millions of troops.

Otherwise, if you are bald, you will not continue to provide material assistance.

If there were no Uncle Sam's house and the continuous supply of supplies, to be honest, the bald head would not have any confidence in such a war.