The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

At this moment, the people on the ground didn't even make any movement to pursue them.

They were like mud, one after another they collapsed to the ground.

It's not that I don't want to, but I really can't do it.

In this battle, which lasted only twenty minutes, definitely less than half an hour, the intensity was really too high.

Even Hu Biao and other strong bloodlines are now exhausted due to extreme mental tension, let alone other ordinary people.

Only Hu Biao was sitting slumped on the ground, while watching the German soldiers retreating in embarrassment, he took out a pack of camel cards from his pocket with trembling hands.

Just took a sip in my mouth after lighting it up.

Next to my ear, there was a crying voice: "Old Hu, Hu Biao, come on here, Tie Dan is dying, and I have something to tell you at the end."

After such a sentence, Hu Biao hurriedly ran towards the place where the voice came from.

At such a time, he discovered that during the previous bombardment and battles, they had dug trenches, and most of the trenches had been filled with splashes of sand.

Because when he ran all the way, he stepped on floating soil, so that when he moved forward, his steps were always deep and shallow.

After running wildly for a while, Hu Biao ran to his position.

He could see the iron egg lying flat on the ground with a twisted steel pipe stuck in its stomach. Every time the chest and abdomen rose and fell, the mouth kept spitting out blood foam.

As for the orthopedic surgeon, Original Sin, and Delo who were lying on the side, everyone was at a loss.

Because this twisted steel pipe is inserted too deep into the stomach; it is impossible to pull it out under the current environment. If you pull out the iron egg, you will die immediately. If you don't pull it out, it will probably be soon.

So Hu Biao was called here just to listen to his last words.

"Brother, what do you want to say, as long as my old Hu can do it, I will help you."

After lowering his head, Hu Biao put his mouth close to Tie Dan's ear, and solemnly asked such a sentence.

"Mission, mission~" At such a moment, Tie Dan could no longer utter a complete sentence, and could only barely repeat these two words.

And when these two words were forcibly uttered, blood foam with body temperature continuously splashed onto Hu Biao's face.

But relying on the word 'task', Hu Biao could actually understand what Tie Dan wanted to say.

Therefore, he assured Tie Dan with an extremely certain tone:

"Don't worry brother, we will definitely complete the mission; Uncle Sam's No. 35 plane, Uncle Sam will definitely fall into the water; their big black fish will also continue to hit the mountain."

In such an assurance, Tie Dan slowly closed his eyes.

The face that was originally distorted due to pain also gradually stretched out; with a smile on it, Si died just like that.

But after hearing the news around, the members of the Central Continent team who rushed over felt a heavy pressure in their hearts.

For a moment, the atmosphere couldn't help but become heavy...

About 10 minutes after the battle ended, two British Hurricane fighters finally appeared.

Facing the battle that had ended, the two Hurricane fighters, under the strong request of Hu Biao on the ground position, rushed to an artillery position in the southwest of the German stick.

Mainly there are no less than 8 150mm caliber heavy guns there, frankly speaking, the pressure on the position is too great.

If it weren't for their prior shelling, which destroyed a considerable part of the fortifications on the position, so many people would never have died in the last battle.

The two main weapons are Hurricane aircraft with four 4mm cannons, and they also carry two 20kg bombs.

Therefore, Hu Biao and others still placed considerable expectations on their actions.

It's a pity that the German stick's anti-aircraft firepower is too strong.

After the two Hurricane fighter jets circled, strafed, and dropped bombs over the artillery position, they did not achieve any actual results at all, and could only fly away here.

Even the left wing of one of the Hurricane fighters was still damaged by ground fire during the battle; when it left with a trail of black smoke, it was not known whether it could successfully fly back.

Faced with such a bad result, Mad Dog scolded the street for a long time.

The content in it is nothing more than changing him to fly the plane, which will definitely teach these German sticks a heavy lesson and so on.

After the two Hurricane fighters left in embarrassment, the envoy of the German stick appeared in front of the position again and requested a two-hour truce.

During such a period of time, they can treat their own wounded and take away the bodies of their own soldiers who died in battle.

Of course, they understand the rules: keep weapons, ammunition, and food.

Faced with such a request, Hu Biao also decisively agreed to the other party's request.

During these precious two hours, in addition to urgently strengthening the fortifications, Hu Biao and the others also held a funeral for the personnel who died in the battle.

Specifically, it is to use firewood and gasoline to cremate all the dead in battle first.

The ashes are collected and brought back after the war.

At this moment when the broken bodies of the war dead were wrapped in raging fire.

A paratrooper of the British army was there, blowing the Scottish bagpipes he carried; a sad sound of the flute was transmitted far, far away with the sound of the bagpipes...

Xu Shi exhausted all the strength of both sides in the fierce battle at noon.

In the next whole afternoon, the German stick side did not launch any attack.

During such a precious time, Hu Biao and other defenders silently licked their wounds like wounded beasts.

Suppressing the nausea, I ate something, took a break from the fortifications, treated the wounded, and so on.

Even from the British army at the southern end of the bridge, another 230 paratroopers were brought in again. After counting the slightly wounded on the position, the number of troops reached [-].

This peaceful situation lasted until 06:30 in the evening.

Just when Hu Biao thought that today's German stick's attack was over, suddenly the familiar sound of shells piercing the sky rang again in their ears.

"Everyone enter the bomb defense hole immediately and hide~"

After throwing away the cigarette butt in his mouth, Hu Biao's voice roared again on the battlefield.

******

Time: September 9th, after 19 o'clock in the evening; tonight is another dark night without any moonlight or starlight, and you can't see your fingers.

Only when the German side occasionally shoots a flare into the sky.

That kind of pale, dazzling light is what illuminates such a pitch-black night for a short time.

Location: At the southern end of the Arnhem Bridge formation, on the already dilapidated position.

However, during such a rare truce, Hu Biao didn't seize the time, and quickly strengthened his position to resist the German stick. He didn't know when he would launch a fierce attack.

Instead, he is doing a more important thing, which is related to whether he can hold his ground tomorrow:

Spend a little time holding an emergency meeting to study the countermeasures. Otherwise, if the current situation continues, the position will be in danger tomorrow.

well!The attack launched by the German stick in the evening was unsurprisingly repulsed by Hu Biao and the others, but the casualty statistics after the war clearly made Hu Biao and the others aware of one point.

If you don't get rid of the 150mm heavy artillery on the artillery position southwest of Germany's stick.

They will definitely not survive the daytime tomorrow.

no way!Those urgently reinforced artillery holes in the position were indeed carefully constructed; but they couldn't hold up these German sticks, and they had to bomb back and forth regardless of the loss of shells.

At the very beginning, for those blast holes that were collapsed.

Hu Biao and others dug it out in the first time, hoping that these people can still be saved, and they will not be suffocated to death.

But after digging several bomb-proof holes that collapsed continuously, Hu Biao and the others found that as long as the bomb-proof holes were blown down by this kind of 150mm heavy artillery, the people inside could not be saved even if they were dug out.

Even though they looked fine on the surface, their viscera had been seriously injured, and there was no way they could be saved.

So now, Hu Biao and the others didn't even have to do the digging, so that the blasted bomb hole became the grave of those people.

In short, in repelling the new attack of the German sticks, Hu Biao and the others were the ones who killed or injured 20 people, but more than 40 people died in the shelling.

Calculated, the number of defenders on the position dropped to 160 at once.

And Hu Biao also knew that the troops held by Major John were almost exhausted, and it was estimated that there would be no more reinforcements.

So tonight, those German sticks must be killed.

Otherwise, tomorrow, the German stick can completely flatten such a small position of more than 200 meters just by bombing with heavy artillery.

But how to get rid of it, this issue needs to be discussed carefully...

Distraught, Hu Biao entered the chimney mode again, smoking one after another, and his nostrils continued to smoke; the Camel cigarettes on his body had been burned out long ago, and now he lit a German stick with horses. Shit cigarettes.

Doesn't he know that smoking is bad for your health?

Of course I know it, the problem is that it's all at this time, what are you talking about with him that affects his health?

"Brothers, let's talk about it, how did you get rid of the heavy artillery of the German Gun? Not to mention the casualties caused by their direct bombing, the trenches were all flattened just now, and everyone basically fought on the flat ground.

If it weren't for this, there would be no need to kill more than 20 people to repel the German stick's attack. "

Facing the members of the Central Continent team surrounded by him, Hu Biao asked such a sentence.

Facing such a question, Xu Feng answered angrily: "What else can I do? Of course, set up a night raid death squad to blow them up. Isn't that what you often do when you fight devils in China?"

Night attack on the Death Squad, this is indeed a helpless but very useful method for the weak side.

Seeing that everyone in the team had no objection to such a statement, Hu Biao asked another key point:

"Then who will go to the Night Attack Death Squad? Everyone sign up."

"I, I sign up, as long as I can see Uncle Sam's plane fall into the sea, I am willing to die again, no matter how miserable the death is."

As Xu Feng said that, he raised his arm.

"Count me in. Uncle Sam's plane fell into the sea. I didn't catch a cold, but the scene of the third brother's plane and boat toilet explosion, I want to see it again in my lifetime."

The above statement is what Po Gong said after he raised his hand.

"What I want to see is another tsunami in the island country, and their air force base will be played as a scene of stray bullets." Mad Dog said the scene he was looking forward to with a look of excitement.

In this way, it can be regarded as opening the chatterbox of everyone.

In a short period of time, the members of the Zhongzhou team who were still able to fight all expressed their willingness to participate and expressed their thoughts.

Good guy!If their wishes come true, the strength of the three armed forces in the surrounding areas, such as Uncle Sam, Third Brother, Monkey, Island Devils, and Obama, will suffer a devastating blow.

But that's okay, at least among the above-mentioned talk, everyone cheered up after being depressed because of the fierce battle.

In the face of everyone's enthusiasm, Hu Biao maintained a rare rationality.

He said: "Everyone calm down, it is impossible for everyone to join the Death Squad, otherwise who will defend the position tomorrow, let me call the roll.