Time, at 1:27 a.m. on the 28th.

Under a bright moonlight, Hu Biao secretly poked out a little behind a sandbag and looked at the seemingly quiet battlefield.

Under his observation, there was no Japanese in his sight.

Even at the current midnight, there are frogs croaking, and the sounds of crickets continue to reach their ears.

If it weren't for the untreated Japanese corpses in front of the position, they still emitted a strong smell of blood, and everything was quiet like a normal summer night in the countryside.

Of course, Hu Biao knew that all the above were illusions, and God knew when the next attack by the Japanese would come.

The problem is that in terms of the Japanese, I may have been having a headache about the unfamiliar anti-tank weapons on the position, and I don’t know what ultimate move to be held and when will it be activated?

Therefore, the replenishment camp for the position defense official affairs was repaired, and after a meal that was not known to be considered late supper, it should be food for dinner. Even after a storm of "condolences".

They were filled with anger in their hearts and planned to fight to the death. They waited until such a time in the early morning, but still did not wait for the Japanese to continue their attack.

Of course, this is also a great thing for Hu Biao and the others.

If possible, Hu Biao would even be willing to wait so bored, lonely, and empty until 3 a.m. tomorrow night on the 29th.

It's just such a good thing, I can only think about it.

So, Hu Biao forced himself to suppress the recent period of time. It seemed that whenever the moon became brighter, the more irritable the feeling in his heart became.

Considering that it is not a solution to do this, I planned to make such arrangements.

Turning back to everyone, he arranged in such a low voice:

"No matter what! Who knows when the Japanese will come up? AT You kid are so in good spirits, then you should take five people to watch the night, and the rest will rest on the spot.

Don't worry, we won't catch a sheep like you and pull the wool to death. You can hold it for 2 hours first. If the Japanese don't come yet, you can go and rest.

The others rotate once an hour, followed by the flying falcon, and then the fake foreign devils and staff members took people to watch each other. Otherwise, if they keep going like this, that would not be the same."

Of course, AT has no objection to Hu Biao’s arrangements.

He still has a force count! Since taking the bloodline of the primary blood clan, it has indeed brought great benefits to his physical fitness, but it still cannot change the essence of a young white-collar worker who is a rookie on the battlefield.

In the battle just now, he took a Hanyang Zao with his hand speed and hit a bullet of at least 30 rounds.

As a result, the results of killing one person and injuring three people were achieved. Compared with the two and a half-ordinate characters added to the butt stock after the war between the Xiongnu Dharma Gods, the results of the fake foreign devils transforming two ordinate characters on the butt stock are really unpredictable.

Even Xu Feng around him has 7 records.

In this way, he can only have a vigil at the moment to provide the team with a little quick contribution.

The only thing that is to be grateful for is that after firing 30 consecutive shots, he felt that he gradually felt a little shot.

Among them, the only one he had was the result of the battle, which was also shot by the last shot, and it seemed to be the best proof...

Under Hu Biao's arrangement, in addition to AT, five native soldiers were lit up on the positions in the form of a secret whistle and hid up on the positions to watch the night.

The remaining people had no trace of ink. After finding a gap between the broken bricks and walls, they hugged the rifle tightly in their arms, curled up and fell asleep to death.

Especially the new netizens, they almost reached the point of falling asleep in one second.

Of course, Hu Biao could naturally allow others to rest in a safer cellar after arranging sentries; not to mention anything else, at least there will be fewer mosquitoes after raising a fire.

But if you are attacked in the middle of the night, you will need more reaction time and you may be able to take advantage of the loopholes.

So, this is the only way to arrange it.

At the same time, after a day of tossing and pursuing the continuous reinforcement of fortifications, Hu Biao felt that the labor intensity was several times greater than that of the construction site, and he was as tired as a dog, and urgently needed a good rest.

But he still stood up and patrolled the position. After confirming that everything was normal, Hu Biao found a corner and leaned on it.

After a maximum of three seconds, he would have fallen asleep.

Damn it! A ghost place like Luodian battlefield can't even resist such a big beast.

*******

In Hu Biao's prediction, he originally thought that such a peaceful period of rest would last for more than an hour at most, so that they could squint their eyes a little.

However, such a strange period of calm continued until before dawn and when the sky was faintly lit.

Until suddenly, Hu Biao, who was still sleeping like a pig the previous second, jumped up from the ground like a zombie the next second.

With Yang Dongli, who was on duty, and was frightened, they shouted almost at the same time:

"Arson, everyone goes into the cellar~"

Then, they forced their comrades who were still sleeping beside them, while kicking and hitting each other.

Under such a surprise attack, many people are still confused and unable to react even after waking up because of their severe lack of sleep.

But it didn't matter. They soon woke up, and they were more like anxious rabbits, carrying their weapons and running towards the cellar.

The main reason was that a huge whistling shell landed seventy or eighty meters on the left side of the position.

Good guy! This shot might be a 203mm caliber naval gun shell. After it landed, a scary flame burst out immediately.

Apart from such a long distance, the stones and mud brought by the explosion hit them like rain, hitting them in a head-on and painful way.

The shock waves that had slowed down a lot, and they could still stagger.

Compared with Hu Biao and the others, the 70mm caliber Type 92 infantry cannon I experienced last time, this thing is simply grandfather's level, and the 92 infantry cannon can only be regarded as a gray grandson.

Even the bombing of the 105mm cannon that I experienced yesterday felt so cruel.

The firing of this 203mm naval gun was like a horn of attack.

A large number of artillery of various calibers opened fire from the northeast direction of the position, which was currently controlled by the Japanese, and fell to the entire Luodian owner's position.

Faced with such a scene, Hu Biao and the others could only hide in the cellar as soon as possible, and silently waited for the past of all this.

He didn't even send an observation post out.

Damn! Under this fierce firepower, with the configuration that does not even have an anti-aircraft hole on the position, no matter who is sent out, it will be dead. Let's stay in this seemingly safe place together.

However, when he was about to enter the cellar, Hu Biao looked back and almost didn't get angry.

At such a critical moment, Yuan Jiu and Qingtian were blushing and struggling to carry the Tingmin Type 24 heavy machine gun, and struggled to move toward this side with difficulty.

They should be worried that such a heavy firepower would be reimbursed during shelling.

The other people who were frightened by the naval gun did not expect to help the manager at this moment.

Or maybe someone thought of it, but he didn't dare to do it at all; they probably had only one thought left in their minds:

"Run~"

In fact, even Hu Biao dared not yell at the 'I don't want this broken gun anymore'. He ran over quickly, snatched the heavy machine gun and carried it. He led the two of them who were relaxed and ran to the cellar again.

As a result, they ran into the cellar and when Hu Biao put down a thick wooden board covering the entrance.

I saw incredibly that the position they were staying at was completely covered by artillery fire...

Such a shelling lasted about 20 minutes in total.

Compared with the preparation time and density of artillery fire in later generations, such a scene is of course nothing; the problem is that Hu Biao and the others who encountered this kind of formation for the first time felt as if they had been a century.

Finally, after the artillery fire subsided, Hu Biao rushed out immediately.

Because there is no need to doubt that the Japanese must rush to the position immediately.
Chapter completed!