...Zhang Dabiao thought to himself that he was unlucky. He spat hard on the muddy ground. The saliva star was rolled up with dust and kneaded into a ball. A few traces of blood could be seen vaguely.

"Damn, I've been fighting for a lifetime, but I didn't expect to fall here today."

Zhang Dabiao looked up at the sky. His already rough skin was mixed with the black smoke and mud, which made his rough face suddenly feel a little vicissitudes. If it weren't for the war, Zhang Dabiao probably thought about it and then thought sweetly in his heart that his son would probably be able to resist Hanyang's creation.

What Hanyang made, that kind of garbage gun should at least be the 38th Guards of the Japanese, that thing is a good thing... But this idea was quickly abandoned by Zhang Dabiao, "Fuck, if I have a son, I will not be willing to let him go to the battlefield. He should live well. Yes, I will send him to study, maybe I can still take the exam for a scholar... No, now there is no scholar, and I can get into a college student, so my old Zhang family, who has been muddy for several lifetimes, can also smoke from the ancestral grave."

A severe pain suddenly came from his legs, "Damn it, the Japanese are so hurting." Zhang Dabiao cursed, and touched the gunshot wound on his leg that was shot by the Japanese. When he let go of his hand, he saw that it was indeed a piece of bright red blood. However, Zhang Dabiao never gave up on his mouth, especially for the Japanese, Zhang Dabiao had never been afraid.

"Damn it, I was just bitten by the Japanese!"

Zhang Dabiao has always looked down on the Japanese. In his eyes, the Japanese are just the smelly and disgusting mosquito that hates people. When they are injured, they are just bitten by the mosquito.

The tough guy Zhang Dabiao pulled off a cloth from his coarse cloth top and endured the pain and tied the gunshot wound on his calf tightly. He didn't want to faint due to excessive blood loss.

Thinking about his experience a quarter of an hour ago, Zhang Dabiao felt frustrated. He was brave and charged with some of the main forces of the first battalion. The big sword he was carrying sounded, and he had longed for bloodthirsty in the palm of his tightly held hands.

At that moment, Zhang Dabiao had a passionate impulse. He even thought that even if a small team of Japanese soldiers rushed towards him, he would split the Japanese soldiers in half.

But who could have expected that "they died before they succeeded, and the heroes were full of tears." Zhang Dabiao, who was carrying a big sword to raise his spirit to the top, had just led the team to a fork, but he didn't expect that the Japanese had set up there early in the morning.

The black heavy machine gun muzzle was shot directly, which means that Zhang Dabiao was extremely responsive. While shouting "hidden", he twisted his body to the bunker near him... his life was finally saved, but he was shot in his calf.

It was just a shot in the calf. In the eyes of Zhang Dabiao, who was determined to be strong, it was just a bite of a mosquito. If this was done in normal times, not to mention being shot in the leg, even if it was broken, Zhang Dabiao would be confident that he could not change his face.

Looking back on the battle in the dark world, Zhang Dabiao was shot several times, but he still held a machine gun and killed more than a dozen Japanese devils in a row?

At that time, Zhang Dabiao was just a squad leader under Li Yunlong. It was precisely because of that battle that Li Yunlong fell in love with this warrior who was desperate to fight. Later, he promoted Zhang Dabiao all the way to the first battalion commander of the new first regiment today.

Thinking of Li Yunlong, the eyes of the iron man Zhang Dabiao suddenly felt a little hot. Since he joined the army, he had never thought of living well. He was never afraid of death. This has never changed whether under Song Zheyuan or under the Eighth Route Army.

But after meeting Li Yunlong, Zhang Dabiao understood that if a soldier dies for his confidant, his life will be Li Yunlong's. Over the years, Zhang Dabiao will be born and die with the regiment commander Li Yunlong, and the emotions between the two have long surpassed the relationship between superiors and subordinates.

"Captain, Zhang Dabiao can no longer drink with you and kill the Japanese in the future!"

Zhang Dabiao roared in his heart, and then he did not care about his leg injury and led his subordinates to retreat to the high slope of the bunker behind him.

The Japanese guys were too slapping this mouth, but now they are breaking through with all their strength. Time is life. It can be said that they are the time when they rely on their two legs the most, but Zhang Dabiao's calf was injured.

The moment Zhang Dabiao was hit by a bullet in the calf, he knew the severe pain from the calf that he could not run away this time.

However, Zhang Dabiao thought very clearly that he could not run away, but he could not become a burden to other soldiers. He ordered the soldiers of the first battalion to retreat and said to the soldiers: "You keep some grenades and bullets for me, and then retreat quickly! I'll cover you."

"Battery Commander, what about you?" a soldier asked.

A foot outside the wall, the Japanese fire ejection had not stopped, but Zhang Dabiao laughed wildly and said, "Those Japanese can't kill me. You can't follow the orders and retreat immediately!"

The soldiers of the first battalion were still hesitating. An old subordinate of Zhang Dabiao found the blood on Zhang Dabiao's legs and exclaimed: "Battery Commander, you are injured!"

Zhang Dabiao glared at the next moment and cursed: "You bastard, whisper."

But the old subordinate's voice became louder and louder, and he said, "I understand, battalion commander, you want to sacrifice yourself to cover our retreat. Brothers, do you think we can leave the battalion commander and run away alone?"

"Battery Commander, we won't leave!"

"Yes, at worst, it's all right to die. Let's fight with the Japanese."

"Battery Commander, we will never leave if you don't leave."

Zhang Dabiao's eyes became rosy, but he cursed even more: "You idiots! If you don't leave, I will shoot you!"

Zhang Dabiao took out his gun and pointed it at his subordinates, but no one of the soldiers in the first battalion retreated.

The old subordinate said resolutely: "Battalion Commander, you don't have to waste bullets and shoot us. Just keep the bullets for the Japanese! Even if we die, we will die on the way to charge, instead of leaving the battalion commander to retreat."

"Yes!" The soldiers of the first battalion yelled in unison.

Tears of emotion and anger were circling in Zhang Dabiao's eyes. Zhang Dabiao moved his body and changed his wounded calf in a position, which made him feel less pain.

Zhang Dabiao had to say something, but he was stunned because he saw the scene in the distance: Han Feng, who was about to break out of the encirclement, probably because he saw the situation on his side, gave up the opportunity to break out of the encirclement and moved closer to him.

Han Feng's assault platoon was also dispersed, with only three comrades left by his side. The four of them were about to rush out along the cover. Han Feng looked back and saw that more than a dozen soldiers were still surrounded by the Japanese. After seeing again, the first battalion commander Zhang Dabiao could not break through.

Without thinking too much, Han Feng took the three soldiers around him to attack the assault platoon and attacked back again...

(I really worked hard to update... I can only have so many today, I have to prepare for tomorrow. I am so sorry for going to work!)
Chapter completed!