freenovelworld Chapter 468 The Forgotten Person
Chapter 468 The Forgotten Person
Turning onto the road, the roar of the engine echoed over the street and could be heard far away in the silent night.
“Da Da~ Da Da”
The sound of horse hooves was heard, as the Japanese cavalry were catching up.
Are you so fierce?
The Kwantung Army has fought against the Russians, don’t they know they are at a disadvantage?
There was also a battle between the German and Polish cavalry.
"Dangdang"
The bullets hit the steel plates like hail, creating sparks.
"Lieutenant Yoshikawa orders an assault."
A dozen or so Japanese horses spread out and began to speed up.
Zhang Aiguo adjusted the direction, stopped the car, and moved to the driver's seat with great effort.
The searchlight was on, illuminating the path of the pursuers.
The muzzle flame flew out more than 10 centimeters in the dark night, and the cockpit was filled with smoke.
The warhorse screamed non-stop, and bullets tore apart everything in sight.
What a pity, it’s all meat and I don’t have time to get it.
Looking from the driver's observation window, the last Japanese cavalryman was holding a cluster grenade. If hit by it, he would be sent flying.
He turned the car around, turned off the lights, and continued running towards the west gate.
It has a small body, quick response and runs flexibly on the road.
The Japs were good at night attacks and close combat with bayonets, and they made a living by practicing tactics. They even invented the art of marching with squinted eyes, because the side of the eyeball is more sensitive to light.
He is good at combining the real and the fake, and is capable of both feint and main attacks. He likes flanking movements, outflanking, single-soldier assaults, and split-force advances.
Zhang Aiguo did not dare to be careless. He opened the observation window and sped away. The loaded Luger P08 was ready to use at any time.
Simon bolted the door early.
They stopped more than 400 meters away, with the lights off, which meant the Japanese must have set up an ambush.
After getting off the car, he put the bayonet on the Type 41 mountain gun and aimed straight ahead.
The Japanese were also a little confused at this time. When did the things disappear?
How many people attacked?
"Boom"
A red trail flew low towards the gate.
"boom"
An explosion and a flash of red light allowed Zhang Aiguo to see clearly the Japanese ambush.
The circular sandbag fortifications had been blown up by artillery shells.
Just as he was about to fire the second shell, countless red lines flew towards him.
The crisp sound of gunfire, accompanied by the rattling of a light machine gun, caught Zhang Aiguo off guard.
The bullets hit the shield, ping-pong.
He placed the cannon against the chariot and pulled the fuse with gritted teeth.
The second shell flew out.
The door collapsed as expected.
There are blocking troops in front and pursuing troops behind.
Taking advantage of the chaos, another shell was loaded. The hot shell casing fell to the ground and light smoke lingered in the night.
flash.
Now I didn’t dare to enter through the turret, so I had to open the small door at the back, shrink my body, take a deep breath, and crawl inside.
Lower the observation window, aim in the direction, and the bean tank accelerates forward.
The tank that didn't fire was like a useless lump of iron. The Japanese became arrogant and started rushing forward.
Damn, so hard?
Sometimes Zhang Aiguo couldn't help but wonder if the Japanese also wanted to die quickly?
Their own relatives were recruited as comfort women, various advance teams, and the National Salvation Association. There is no wall that is impenetrable in the world, so they would naturally know the situation in the country.
I just want to out of sight, out of mind.
Although he is open-minded, the cuckold doesn't want to do it openly, so the devil who is bent on death is a bit scary.
What a charming night!
The iron lump was like an old tractor, crushing the unevenness. Some of the wailing sounds became obedient and no longer made any sound when the bean tank passed by.
Zhang Aiguo was swaying back and forth, shaking with the constant shaking of the car body.
When we were near the city gate, we suddenly turned on the lights and found several Japanese soldiers standing against the wall with grenades tied to their bodies. They were suicide soldiers.
He immediately broke out in a cold sweat, stepped on the clutch and brake, changed the steering wheel, and the Bean Tank turned around with its tail facing the doorway.
Damn hand-cranked turret, it takes so much effort.
As soon as Zhang Aiguo started, he gave up because there was not enough time.
Maybe when you turn around, the suicide soldiers will pounce on you.
The rear door opened, and the Chicago typewriter gently typed out a pair of beautiful words in the void, which should be "Long live freedom!"
He didn't care that his body was bruised and sore all over.
Escape, no, it should be called strategic transfer, it must be serious.
Putting the car in reverse gear, the Bean Tank rushed out of the city gate tower in reverse.
After avoiding the throwing range of the city wall, he finally cranked the turret and pointed the machine gun in another direction.
The bean chariot turned around on the spot, and the sky and the sea were vast from now on.
Like lightning, he ran towards Zhaoyang Lake.
The Japanese cavalry slowly fell up, but did not dare to get closer.
Zhang Aiguo stopped the car at a pond, put away the bean tank, and threw the armored car into the pond.
After doing all this, Zhang Aiguo walked towards the wilderness with his back hunched.
The next day, news of the attack on the city spread. The unfavorable public opinion could not be suppressed. The shattered gate of the west gate and the bullet craters left behind could not be concealed or covered up.
No matter how much gossip and so-called celebrity secrets are thrown out, they cannot divert attention.
The common people woke up and realized that the Japanese were bluffing to cover up their inner anxiety.
At a certain moment, I suddenly woke up, because I had seen through them long ago.
Various forces are happy to see this happen and are still adding fuel to the flames.
Zhang Aiguo knew that the more guilty he felt and the crazier he was, the more deeds he needed to demonstrate his great achievements.
On a small fishing boat on the lake, the radio was playing a message that the Japanese had made another major breakthrough in a certain area and had reiterated the Sino-Japanese friendship, the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, and so on.
This management method?
Before rushing to the lake, Zhang Aiguo made a special trip to the Manzi Forest in Yanggutun. The word "manzi" here does not have any derogatory meaning.
Lin Tongling, local language.
The Sichuan Army left Sichuan, wearing straw sandals and thin clothes, and endured the freezing cold in the snow and ice in Shanxi. They went to Shandong to fight the Japanese, fought in Taierzhuang, endured hunger, and defended Teng County in a tragic battle.
He turned out a wooden board and placed the snacks, fruits, and dried meat in the space on it as offerings.
Lighted incense, burned paper, poured wine, lit cigarettes, and bowed.
Ugh!
It is difficult for the soul to return to Shu, I only hope that the heroic spirit will live forever!
A name no one knows?
Whose old man are you?
Whose doll is this?
Whose man's family?
Who is waiting for the return of the person?
Who still remembers that the Sichuan Army was equally poorly equipped and equally skinny?
But they have the courage and passion to face the national crisis.
He was not well fed and well clothed during his lifetime, and the same was true after his death. Decades later, still no one burns incense to commemorate him.
I didn't dare to stay, I felt really uncomfortable.
There is enough space for the wind and moon in the river, and the endless sky is filled with smoke and waves.
The water is rippling, one wave after another.
Are you also complaining?
That's it, that's it.
The oars cut through the water, heading northwest along the water.
Zhang Aiguo thought of the old man living by the canal. How is he now?
I had some concerns at the time, but now I think I should have kept more things.
The old man’s eyes are too fierce. What if your uncle is still your uncle?
I ask you with a smile, which bowl of noodles do you want to eat?
I smiled and thought, since I had just arrived, it would be best to just go easy on the situation.
The sun in the west, its afterglow reflected the fiery red sunset, sprinkled the lake with golden light, and the ripples on the water were like human hearts.
Tomorrow will be another sunny day!