He had quick wits to adapt to the situation, but that was not enough. He had brains, but not too much. Smoke bombs had almost no effect. His enemies did not care whether their vision was blocked or not. They just fired bullets ruthlessly from a high position or hid in their trapezoidal positions and waited for the smoke to dissipate.
Under such a suicidal attack, Hai Zhengchong did break into the Japanese army's first defense and inserted himself between the second defense, so that the second main force behind could continue to fire.
But he underestimated the power of those inconspicuous semi-permanent fortifications. These semi-permanent fortifications only revealed a small hole for people inside to shoot, and there were heavy fire points inside. Unless it was a close-range grenade launcher or something with stronger firepower, there would be no way to deal with them.
They are like sharp, hard pebbles stuck in your feet, and they will never let go until you become a cripple who has given up on your feet.
These semi-permanent fortifications look like small mushrooms growing on the Nantianmen Gate. They look edible, but are actually highly poisonous. You can even see little people in them.
When Hai Zhengchong died, he was in the second line of defense of the Japanese army, stuck in the mud, shouting "Damn it", and was shot to death by the Japanese soldiers who were withdrawn from the first line of defense to reinforce the second line of defense. Shuo Yu thought that he died with regrets.
Yu Xiaoqing should be proud, because the soldiers under his command are not weak, on the contrary they are very brave, so brave that they don't care about their own lives, they just want to kill more enemies, there is no room for retreat, they are already the last bones,
"Go down, you're just not as shameless as him."
Hai Zhengchong was more mature than He Shuguang. He saluted, maintained his composure, and walked away.
The venue was a little quiet for a while. Shuo Yu came to Fanla, who was becoming numb and gradually stiff. His hair was wet as if he had just been fished out of the Nujiang River. There was still some green poop on his face and neck.
He extended his hand to indicate that there was still plenty of water in the kettle, and put it to his lips to moisten his dry lips. They had just crawled back from the west coast three days ago, and now they were just patients who had just crawled out of bed.
Silence, as if even the sound of breathing was a sin. In such an atmosphere, Shuo Yu opened Meng Fanle's tightly clenched palms one by one and put another candy in his pocket. This one had been in his pocket for a long time and was a little sticky, but it was still edible.
The rat eyes looked at him in confusion. Shuoyu had nothing else to do. He just reached out and picked up the stick he had just dropped, and handed it to him, whispering to him,
"I'm so annoyed, you look so proud today~!"
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