A gust of evening breeze blew, bringing a few wisps of blood and smoke, and then a few faint moans, which made Zhang Chi feel a chill and shivering involuntarily.

At this time, Zhang Chi felt scared. The bloody scene just now was spinning in his mind like a movie, and he could not get rid of it. Especially the Japanese army lying under his gun, Zhang Chi could clearly see the blue smoke rising from the cluster grenade, the beast-like light in the eyes of the Japanese army, and the howl of the Japanese army before his death was still lingering in his ears...

Zhang Chi couldn't help looking at the location of the Japanese army, but unexpectedly found that there was nothing but a pit.

The next second, Zhang Chi's stomach churned, because he soon realized that the Japanese army had been broken into pieces by cluster grenades and could not even see the body. Zhang Chi even knew that the tank he was in was stained with a lot of the Japanese army's blood or his corpse was hanging on it, but Zhang Chi no longer had the courage to take a look.

"Platform leader, is it okay!" asked the fellow villager from a distance.

"It's okay!" Zhang Chi replied, actually his hands and feet were trembling at this time.

"Platform leader!" Xiao Zhejiang in the tank reported: "We are almost out of bullets!"

Zhang Chi was stunned when he heard this.

It’s all my fault for being careless, or it can be said that I have no experience. How can I ignore the ammunition issue when I was in war? I should have driven an ammunition truck over at the beginning!

But then again, it’s okay to drive an ammunition truck over, but there is no place to hide in this village. What if the ammunition truck is blown up by the Japanese?!

Now, no ammunition means they have to drive an ammunition truck on the road... Needless to say, the dangers in this, who knows if there will be a few or even a team of Japanese men staring at them with guns in the darkness?

But this is not a solution. Without ammunition, those machine guns, tanks and guns will become decorations. If the Japanese launch another attack, they will have to wait for death.

After thinking about it, Zhang Chi shouted to his fellow villagers: "Squad Leader 7, you bring two tanks close to the highway, find an opportunity to drive an ammunition truck over, and other tanks will cover it!"

"Yes!" Everyone responded, and the atmosphere became tense again.

The two tanks slowly drove towards the highway under the command of fellow villagers. They drove very slowly, almost one step at a time, but soon they stopped because the corpses of Japanese soldiers were everywhere at the entrance of the village, and the soldiers were hesitant in the face of these corpses.

But that was just hesitating for a moment. The next second the tank drove forward with full force again... So it was a piece of flesh and blood flying everywhere. The sound of the bones being crushed in the motor was clearly audible, like a broken branch, or a burst of bamboo joints when they burned in the fire. And the tracks passed by was a bright red meat paste, and Zhang Chi couldn't help but feel sick again.

"There is a situation!" The gangster in charge of protecting me shouted.

Looking along the hooligan's gaze, I saw a group of soldiers holding guns on the road lowering their bodies and jumping towards Zhang Chi very quickly.

Zhang Chi couldn't help but whine in his heart: "It seems that he is really going to die here today!"

Others also felt the same... Before they could replenish ammunition, they could only block the Japanese charge at best.

But then that's it, the soldiers turned their guns and picked up machine guns to prepare for battle. The two tanks of fellow villagers also retreated in time and re-deployed along the village into a defensive circle.

Just as the soldiers were ready to fight to the end, a half-baked English sounded from the opposite side: "HI, weChinese!"

Although there is something wrong with this sentence in English, Zhang Chi still understood it. The person who came from the Chinese was his own.

"We are also Chinese!" Zhang Chi replied excitedly.

He had never been so excited when he saw his own people like he was now. At this time, he suddenly understood the meaning of the word "comrade-in-arms".

The soldiers also understood that the troops were coming, and immediately cheered.

It was indeed the 200th Division's troops, but they were not here to rescue Zhang Chi and others... Although the devil had reported the situation to his superiors, the platoon of soldiers and engineers could not attract the attention of the superiors when they were fighting in a tense situation.

However, the British side sent an urgent telegram, saying that the British armored regiment was blocked by the Japanese army at Wajie Bridge, hoping that the Chinese side could send troops nearby to assist in the battle.

So this reinforcement army was found, and the reinforcement army also brought a translation that only knew a few English words. The half-foreign English was called by the translator just now.

"Which part of you are?" A hoarse voice came from the group of soldiers.

"We are from the First Battalion of the Engineer Corps!" Zhang Chi, who felt weak all over just now suddenly had strength. He opened his voice and replied loudly: "I am Zhang Chi, the leader of the platoon in three rows in a row!"

"Where is the British?" asked in a hoarse voice.

"Escape!" Zhang Chi replied.

"Where is the Japanese devil?" continued to ask with a hoarse voice.

"We beaten away!" Zhang Chi replied.

"You are the only one? One row?" The voice was full of doubt.

"Yes! Just us!"

There was a silence in the darkness. After a long time, the soldiers came forward with guns and alertly. While walking, they looked at the Japanese corpses all over the ground and various vehicles lined up on the road that were endless.

"Who is Zhang Chi?" asked with a hoarse voice.

"I am!" Zhang Chi climbed down from the tank tremblingly, and he almost fell down while climbing down.

But no one laughed at him because they had long been shocked by the Japanese corpses on the road.

"I am Huang Yuan, the commander of the Third Battalion of the 600th Regiment." A hoarse voice saluted Zhang Chi and asked, "What's the situation?"

Zhang Chi briefly said the battle, and then said, "Now the Japanese have temporarily retreated to the other end of the river. I am worried that they will make a comeback soon. Captain Huang, we should quickly make a defense and notify the top of the peak, and send tank soldiers and drivers to drive this batch of equipment to a safe place, otherwise..."

"Yeah!" Huang Yuan responded, raised his head to the adjutant beside him. The adjutant immediately stepped back.

"Good job! Brother!" Huang Yuan patted Zhang Chi's shoulder: "I'll leave it to us here, you can go down and rest!"

Zhang Chi was waiting for this sentence, so he responded to the "Yes" and led the troops to the direction of the ancient times.

Along the way, soldiers from the 600th Regiment cast admirable eyes at them, and some soldiers even stood up to salute them.

In this gaze, a sense of pride arose in Zhang Chi's heart, and he unknowingly raised his chest.
Chapter completed!