Anti-Japanese sniper action

Chapter 162 How much ammunition do we have?

The night fell, covering the tall city walls of Nanjing City.

At this time, Zhao Zilong and everyone were eating hot steamed buns under a female wall.

[Nvqiang is the low wall on the inner side of the top of the city wall. 】

Although the devils did not attack at night, no one dared to light a fire on the city wall, for fear of being sniped by those. Therefore, the steamed buns were steamed under the city wall before they were brought up.

Zhao Zilong sat on the edge of the parapet, holding steamed buns and pickles, quietly approaching the wall.

While eating, he looked at the crowd and didn't speak.

Wen Bin squatted halfway, with half of the steamed bun in his mouth, and while eating, he put the [-] big lid flat on the blue brick battlement, aiming at the distance, but there was blackness on the other side of the moat. Don't know where to aim.

Some of Zhang Long and a row of national soldiers were eating, bragging, and some were cleaning their guns...

And Wang Zhong was leaning against the city wall, holding a steamed bun in his right hand and a cigarette in his left finger.But he neither ate steamed buns nor smoked, but narrowed his eyes, wondering what to think.

Zhao Zilong looked at it for a while, and when he turned around, his eyes caught sight of several tents under the city wall not far away, illuminated by the fire.

That's a makeshift first aid station.

At this moment, under the light of the torches inserted on the wall, there were figures coming and going, and one of them was a familiar figure.

Looking at Li Xiaoling's figure, Zhao Zilong couldn't help frowning slightly.

I saw the other party holding a tray of medicines, standing next to a doctor, listening to the other party's words, just nodding or shaking his head.Then he trotted to a tent, and then ran back, without saying a word the whole time.

When Li Xiaoling just passed under the city wall, under the light of the fire, Zhao Zilong saw that although there were still tears on the corners of the other party's eyes, and his pretty face was dirty like a cat's face, but it seemed that the whole person became calm, giving off a kind of determination. Feel.

Immediately, Zhao Zilong frowned, a little surprised, how did this weak girl become strong all of a sudden?
Seeing that the other female student nurses didn't panic or scream, they were all busy and focused, Zhao Zilong seemed a little relieved.

After the baptism of artillery fire, maybe those weak people will become strong.

"Brother Zhao! What are you looking at?"

At this time, Wen Bin was a little tired from squatting, so he stood up. He turned his head and saw Zhao Zilong looking at the bottom of the city wall, so he asked curiously.

"No, I didn't see anything."

Zhao Zilong was awakened suddenly, but then shook his head, looking to the southeast, towards the Yuhuatai, which was filled with gunpowder smoke in the distance.

On the three hazy hills in the distance, there were bursts of gunfire from time to time, mixed with rising flames.Because of the dark night, I didn't see those gunpowder smoke.

He looked at the hills in the distance, and couldn't help but think of the 88th Division National Army and the brigade commander Zhu Chi Zhu who had sworn to stand firm there, his brows tightened.

Wang Zhong also followed Zhao Zilong's gaze and saw Yuhua Terrace, and couldn't help muttering: "I don't know, how long can the brothers over there last?"

Everyone listened, but didn't speak.

There was silence on the city wall.

"Brother! Don't you go down and have a look?"

At this moment Wang Zhong said suddenly.He looked at the temporary ambulance station, and then at Zhao Zilong, with a half-smile.

In the afternoon, some devils climbed up the city wall and rushed to the temporary ambulance station. Everyone knows that Zhao Zilong killed the devils to save Li Xiaoling.

"Brother Zhao! You should go down, so that the girl thinks you care about her."

At this time, Zhang Long came over with a smile on his face.

His waist and foot injuries are still not healed. After a day of fighting, he walks with his waist supported, limping.

"Go, go, go...you don't have a wife, what do you know?...Wang Zhong just gave him a blank look.

"Yingzuo! Just because you have a family, doesn't mean I don't know about it." Zhang Long fell in love with the other party again.

Zhao Zilong glanced at these two people, but he just moved his mouth and didn't speak.

"That's right, Brother Zhao! That Miss Xiaoling is a girl, she's timid, why don't you go over and comfort her?"

Wen Bin came over and said with a smile.

Zhao Zilong was taken aback, then couldn't help but chuckled, and touched the other person's head: "You, you are a big kid!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he caught sight of a person running from the city wall horse path.

"Camp! The statistics are ready." As soon as Chen Jiang ran over, he took a steamed bun in one hand.

"Say it quickly." Wang Zhong immediately put away his smile and looked at the other party seriously.

"us……""

Chen Jiang just ate a mouthful of steamed buns, but because he ran in a hurry and his throat was dry, he choked.

"Drink some water first." Wang Zhong immediately handed over a water bottle.

After drinking the water, Chen Jiangang swallowed the steamed buns, took a breath, and said: "Our battalion sacrificed more than 50 brothers, and more than [-] were injured."

"So many?" Wang Zhong raised his brows immediately, with a serious expression on his face: "Then our battalion only has the fighting power of more than 100 brothers now."

"Yes." The deputy battalion commander nodded, and said again: "However, fortunately, there are doctors and nurses below, so after treatment, half of the injured brothers may still be able to fight."

"Well. It's hard for those little girls." Wang Zhong nodded and asked, "How much ammunition do we have?"

Chen Jiangang looked at the paper in his hand and replied: "1 barrel of kerosene, 15 grenades, 500 rounds of bullets, 110 Zhongzheng rifles, 30 Sanba Dagai, 5 Czech and crooked light machine guns each , the heavy machine gun is only the one in the hands of platoon leader Zhang."

"Why are these left?"

Wang Zhong's face changed, and he stood up immediately: "Also, according to the number of guns you mentioned, is there still more than 20 people without guns?? How can they kill devils without guns?"

"Sub-battalion seat! There are not many bullets for the heavy machine gun, can you get some?"

At this time, Zhang Long patted the Maqinke heavy machine gun beside him.

"I can't do it. Let's see if there is any ammunition when the Ministry of Military Supplies delivers tonight." The deputy battalion commander shook his head.

"If you don't have one, go get it." Wang Zhong said.

"Camp! In the afternoon, we went to the National Central College to check. There are still some bullets in the warehouse over there, and there are not many others." Chen Jiangang said with a sigh.

Everyone frowned when they heard this.

How can you defend the city without ammunition?
"Isn't there ammunition down there? Let's go pick it up." At this moment, Wen Bin pointed to the bottom of the city wall.

Everyone can't help but look at it together.

Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew by, Zhao Zilong sniffed his nose, and couldn't help frowning, because he smelled a strong burnt smell.

At this time, everyone also smelled it, and looked in the direction of the wind, it was coming from under the city wall.

Wen Bin asked, "Brother Zhao, what does this smell like?"

He had been helping Zhao Zilong load bullets in the afternoon, and he was bending over to hide under the city wall, so he seldom saw the fighting outside. "That's the smell of burnt ghost meat." Zhang Long interrupted.

Zhao Zilong couldn't help flashing through his mind, the scene of those devils who were burnt by fire oil in the afternoon's battle were struggling desperately.

"Camp! We found devils in the gate at the bottom of the city wall."

At this time, a national army rushed to report.

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