Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 278 Use everything to the extreme
In essence, the crow is not a qualified soldier.

Even though he had killed at least four Japanese soldiers, he was still just an ordinary man in military uniform.

Perhaps, it was the deep-seated hatred that made him not very afraid of death, and he was much more courageous than ordinary people.

Facing hundreds of Japanese soldiers armed with live ammunition and two armored vehicles with heavy machine guns, ordinary people would have been scared to death, so why would they have any idea of ​​saving lives?

In fact, even professional soldiers face difficult choices when faced with such a predicament.

If you save your comrade in arms, both of them will die. If you don't save him, you can only watch him die.

For soldiers, it is undoubtedly a heavy psychological burden. Even if they survive this battle, they will live in the shadow of guilt.

Such a dilemma, for both professional and non-professional soldiers, is actually a multiple-choice question with no correct answer.

If it were Tang Dao who was here, he might not be able to give an answer either, but he would definitely be much calmer than the crows who were at a loss.

If he can't save his comrades, then let more Japanese be buried with him. The focus of his thinking will definitely be on how to attack this cruel Japanese army, not just obsessed with saving people.

For Crow to grow on the battlefield, this almost unsolvable multiple-choice question is the most critical step he has taken.

If the enemy is cruel, he must choose to be ruthless.

Ruthlessly abandoning his comrades, even including himself, just to kill more enemies.

Victory is the only criterion for measuring a soldier's performance on the battlefield.

Retaining humanity so that he will not become a beast on a cruel battlefield, but sometimes, he has to abandon humanity and become a ruthless killing machine.

Every time a soldier experiences a battlefield, he has to walk between this kind of maintenance and abandonment, which is why there are so many patients with war syndrome.

The glass bottle brought by the companion exudes a strong smell of liquor, but the cotton strip protruding from the mouth of the liquor bottle reminds the crow of the demonstration that Lieutenant Colonel Tang Dao gave to these lieutenants, which is called a Molotov cocktail.

The flames created by the Molotov cocktail were terrifying, but the crow didn't pay much attention to it. In his opinion, this thing was far less useful than bullets. The Japanese infantry would never stand stupidly and let you hit it with a Molotov cocktail.

As for the fact that his infantry platoon had this thing, it was the crow's plan that if it really didn't work out, this kind of Molotov cocktails that could burn for a long time would be the best fire starter. After lighting seven or eight houses in a row, the southeast wind would call With a blow, the whole block became a sea of ​​flames, and the big guys and the Japanese devils died together.

But now, the crow whose mind was completely filled with "what to do" suddenly remembered that since Molotov cocktails can burn even pure stone mountains like rockeries, it shouldn't be a big problem to burn armored vehicles.

As long as the armored vehicle is ignited, the Japanese are in a panic, what if Wang Laoshi can be rescued!
As for whether it can be as I imagined, seeing the armored vehicles of the Japanese army approaching the second floor where I was sheltering from more than ten meters away, the blood-red crow, who has been stimulated by the unsolvable multiple-choice questions, can only fight. up.

Even if he can't burn the Japanese tanks, then he will go to hell with Wang Laoshi!Complete brotherhood.

That is to say, it is a little regrettable that the goal of killing 10 Japanese people has not been realized in time.

Fortunately, four of them were also killed. Just like doing business, you have to be the first to eat crabs, and make money as soon as possible!
The soldier brought over four Molotov cocktails.

The crow inserted the shell gun back into his waist, and rushed towards the crawling soldiers Nunuzui, motioning for two of them.Let the soldiers attack the first armored vehicle, and attack the second armored vehicle themselves.

The soldier understood, put the Molotov cocktails on the floor, and crawled along the wooden inner corridor to the front room with two of them.

Crow put the two incendiary bottles right in front of him, leaning against the wooden plank, and judged the distance by listening to the roar of the armored vehicle engine outside.

The Japanese are very cunning, and the two armored vehicles are separated by six or seven meters one after the other, which can ensure more concentrated firepower and prevent both armored vehicles from being involved in the shock wave when they are attacked by explosive packages.

Soldiers of the Chinese security regiment have tried to drop ignited cluster grenades, but the delay was not well grasped. Two flexible armored vehicles avoided the explosion point. The shock wave formed by the cluster grenade alone hit the 10 armored vehicle with a steel plate nearly 94 mm thick. It can't do too much harm.

Hearing the first armored vehicle rumbling past five or six meters away, the crow wiped the matches with trembling hands, lit the Molotov cocktails in front of him one by one on the cotton cloth soaked in white wine, and then threw them from the gap between the wooden boards to the one still being dragged by the armored vehicle for the last time. The author Wang Laoshi.

Perhaps it was because of too much blood flow after being dragged on for a long time, and Wang Laoshi, whose life was already like a candle in the wind, was already numb to the severe pain, and his ashen face didn't even have despair. Staring blankly at the sky, he was already waiting for the coming of death.

The human body is actually very miraculous. I don’t know if it’s because of the legendary sixth sense, or maybe it’s God’s care for the last moment of the wounded soldier’s life.

Wang Laoshi felt that someone was staring at him, and his sluggish eyes turned slightly to meet the crow staring at him.

"Platoon leader, save me!" Wang Laoshi's originally dull eyes flashed with hope.

Although he didn't speak, the crow could understand.

"I'm sorry, brother, I can't save you!" The crow's tears were full of misery.

Crow knows that even if he ignites the armored vehicle, the cruel Japanese army will never give him a chance to rescue him. The two infantry guns still following behind will immediately fire at his position, and the Japanese army at the rear will also use their guns. Useless bait to kill, even, without their hands, the possibly burning armored vehicle would also drag Wang Laoshi a few meters away into the fire.

Wang Laoshi's eyes quickly dimmed, and he also understood that no one could save him in such a situation.

However, his eyes were still fixed on the direction of the crow. He didn't hate, hated his platoon leader for not saving him, but prayed.

He is begging his platoon leader, if the platoon leader is alive, please help take care of his children, don't let them starve to death in this chaotic year.

"Don't worry, if I don't die, the big yellow croaker that I have worked so hard to save for several years will belong to your family." The crow wondered whether Wang Laoshi, who was seven or eight meters away, could understand his nod.

After silently making this oath in his heart, he closed his eyes in pain, and never looked at Wang Laoshi who was being dragged away.

Then, he put the iron whistle on his chest in his mouth and blew it suddenly.

That was the signal to inform the companions to attack.

At the same time, he stood up abruptly, and threw the two burning cotton bottles in his hands towards the Japanese armored vehicle a few meters away at the fastest speed in his life.

The crow didn't even look to see if the Molotov cocktail hit the armored vehicle. Before the bullets from the Japanese infantry came over, the crow lay down on the ground, rolled desperately and jumped to the first floor.

This time, he is not only a Jianghu man who wants to avenge his future wife, but also a platoon leader who shoulders the responsibility of his brother. He cannot die so easily, he has to work hard to survive.

The gunshots from the Japanese army blew up the place where he had previously hidden.

"Baga! Damn Chinese!" When Crow threw two Molotov cocktails at the tank, Hero Kato, who was moving close to the armored vehicle, was almost scared to pee by the two black shadows flying towards the armored vehicle.

And its skilful tactical moves, a side flutter and then rolling to the side of the street.

The armored vehicle is not afraid of the grenade thrown by the Chinese, but he is terrible.

It just surprised him that the Chinese would launch an attack at such a close range. Aren't they afraid to blow up their own people?
It seems that the Chinese have finally become ruthless, and even their colleagues are ready to abandon it. The bait has lost its effect.

"Pay attention to the wounded soldiers of the Chinese!" Hero Kato ordered cruelly while dodging in some embarrassment. "If the Chinese want to save him, kill him."

The Japanese captain certainly knew why the Chinese decided to attack so decisively. Naturally, it was because he wanted to rescue the wounded soldiers, so he did not give them a chance, just to make the Chinese desperate and let them experience the heartbreak of not being able to be rescued.

To put it bluntly, for Hideo Kato, this is also a kind of psychological warfare.

He is pissing off the Chinese soldiers.

Only when the Chinese lose their minds can he win more easily.

The two armies were at war, and they did everything they could.

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PS: I saw that some book friends said in the comment area that there were too many descriptions of psychological activities, and some said that they were slow, and that Fengyue poured water, how should I say it!Fengyue hopes to try to portray the image of these humble little people in the war, because the war is completed by these little people, whether they are alive or dead, they are the most glorious people of that era.

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