"Where to shoot?"

Not only the regiment leader and others, but also the soldiers on the position hid in the bunker, pricking up their ears and listening to the noise happening around them, fearing that the Japanese army was still organizing an attack.

Zhao Ziming lay in the trench and looked out, but the surroundings were pitch black and he could not see anything.

"It's the sound of the 38-year-old Gai!" A veteran could easily distinguish the gunshots from the enemy and our side. Zhao Zhiming said to the regiment leader, "Could it be another sneak attack by the Japs?"

As the emergency order was issued, the soldiers once again prepared for defense.

"boom"

Another gunshot touched everyone's nerves.

"Look up the gun, someone is firing the gun up." Zhao Ziming judged from his many years of battlefield experience that the gun was not aimed at them.

"Handgun?"

The regiment leader also suspected that if the Japs were to conduct a sneak attack, according to the experience of the Japs soldiers, there would be no misfires, and the misfires would happen one after another.

"It seems like someone is sending a signal!" Zhao Ziming thought that it was probably Zhao Zhiguo, "Maybe it was Zhiguo."

Soon the group leader learned from others who Zhao Zhiguo was, but what he learned was only from the past. He was a half-stupid person, so he didn't care.

After five gunshots, Zhao Zhiguo stood up and shouted loudly: "I am Zhao Zhiguo." Zhao Zhiguo shouted several times in a row.

"Don't shoot, turn off the safety." Zhao Ziming quickly ordered not to accidentally hurt his brother.

But the regiment leader immediately stopped Zhao Ziming and issued the opposite order: "Everyone is ready for battle and aims."

"Captain! That's my brother!" Zhao Ziming was confused by the commander's order.

"How do you know that Zhao Zhiguo has not surrendered to the enemy? What if he comes to attack with his little devils? What will happen to these brothers on the battlefield?"

The leader doesn't care who is shouting over there, he wants the position.

"Commander, I know Zhiguo, there is no way he will surrender to the enemy." Zhao Ziming became anxious.

"Company Commander Zhao, no one can tell whether Zhao Zhiguo has surrendered to the enemy. Even if he has not surrendered to the enemy, he may have been coerced by the Japs. The Japanese army just suddenly retreated after a sneak attack. The reason is not yet clear. How can the regiment commander bet on the safety of the position.

"A captain next to the regiment leader scolded Zhao Zhiming.

Zhao Zhiming was speechless. He wanted to continue to defend Zhao Zhiguo, but found that he could not say anything.

The regiment leader was right, at least in terms of the overall situation. Compared with the position, Zhao Zhiguo was insignificant.

"Listen to the people on the other side, raise your hands high and come over slowly." The captain yelled into the darkness, then turned around and whispered to the soldiers around him, "Keep an eye on them all. If you find anything unusual, don't wait for me.

Order, shoot directly."

When Zhao Zhiguo heard the voice that was not Zhao Ziming's on the battlefield, he felt a little bad, but he had no other choice. If he wanted to return to the battlefield, he could only do as the other party said.

"I should have known I wouldn't have come out with you. I was so scared that I didn't say anything, and I would be interrogated again when I got back." Dianhou complained, "They must have regarded us as deserters."

"Tell the truth when you go back, but don't tell me that I asked you to prepare food for three days." Zhao Zhiguo told Dianhou that if this matter was told, they would most likely be accused of deserting.

The outlines of two people gradually appeared in the darkness. They raised their hands high, and their bodies were covered with weapons and ammunition taken from the corpses of the little Japanese. Only the two of them held two machine guns.

"Stop, raise your hands!" the captain yelled.

"Sir, don't shoot. We are our own people. We are covered with weapons and ammunition picked up from the corpses of the little devils. We have four machine guns." Norihou shouted, fearing that the other party would order to shoot.

"Are there any little devils following you?"

Dianhou stood up straight: "Sir, what do you mean? If it hadn't been for us just now, the Japs would have occupied our position now."

"You two go over and take a look to make sure there is no one behind them," the group leader ordered.

After ensuring that everything was safe, Zhao Zhiguo and Dianhou were brought back to their positions by the soldiers.

The group leader was surprised to see that the two men were covered with various weapons, all of which belonged to the little devils.

"Guards, take off their equipment and escort the two of them to the regiment headquarters." The regiment leader ordered his guards.

"Hey, my pistol, I just seized it from a little Japanese officer today." Norihou reluctantly watched the guard take away the pistol he had just seized.

Zhao Zhiguo didn't care. He obediently took off all the equipment on his body. The soldiers who surrounded him looked straight. They had three rifles on each shoulder, two crooked handles in his arms, and several more wrapped around his waist.

There was an unclear ammunition bag, and there was a samurai sword and six tortoise boxes inserted diagonally between the belts...

"Bring all the weapons and equipment to the regiment headquarters."

"Captain, I..." Zhao Ziming also wanted to follow because he was afraid that Zhao Zhiguo would be bullied.

"Captain Zhao, if there is a problem with Zhao Zhiguo, as his brother and company commander, you can't escape the involvement." The captain warned Zhao Ziming to do his job well, "Your brothers need you as the company commander. If you lose it,

Position, your head also needs to be moved."

"Brother, I'm fine, don't worry." Zhao Zhiguo doesn't do anything bad and is not afraid of ghosts knocking on his door.

The headquarters is very simple, with an old radio, a few operators on duty day and night, a lame table with a few maps on it, and a door made of stone in the corner.

A simple bed, and an officer was sleeping on the bed at this time.

Zhao Zhiguo looked around at everything in the headquarters: "I didn't expect that a regular army regiment headquarters would be so crude. The map was from the 29th year of Guangxu's reign."

"Are you literate?"

The group leader was very surprised when he heard what Zhao Zhiguo said. The level of education in China today is not up to the level of prenatal education, and it is very common for most ordinary people not to be able to write their own names throughout their lives.

Especially in the army, any soldier who can read and write can be used as a clerk.

"You know a little bit, but it will take some time to get used to it."

Zhao Zhiguo completed his high school studies with difficulty before joining the army. Although he did not understand Fourier series, he could still understand a few traditional Chinese characters after getting used to them.

The group leader ignored it and continued to ask: "Can you understand this map?"

"The map is too old. If you use this kind of map to direct the battle, you won't be afraid of sending your troops into the ambush of the little Japs."

Zhao Zhiguo smiled contemptuously. In fact, he felt sorry for the brothers who were fighting the Japs. It was just that their equipment and training were not as good as others, but the things the commander used to command were also far inferior.

"Boy, be careful what you say. This is the regiment headquarters, you are not talking about the mountains!" A captain scolded Zhao Zhiguo. There is a strict concept of superiors and subordinates in the army. He, a small soldier, has no right to make such a joke with the regiment leader.
Chapter completed!