Chapter 102 The Beginning of Another Legend

...For a long time, my friends in the modern dimension were often surprised that there were very few selfies in my WeChat Moments, let alone any group photos.

According to them, since my life is so comfortable, I should take selfies more often.

To put it nicely, it is called recording life; to put it bluntly, it is called showing off.

But they didn't know that I had a strong psychological trauma after the Battle of Shanghai, a psychological trauma about taking photos, especially group photos.

Because at this time, I always think of the brothers who have taken photos with me.

I remember their frozen smiling faces in the group photo, and their expressions before they died, which were either resolute, twisted, or roaring.

Every time I reach this moment, it feels like a knife is stabbing my heart, even breathing hurts...

...Excerpt from Hu Biao's diary collection "Hu Shuo"...

Amidst the particularly loud roar of the Type 89 tank's air-cooled diesel engine in the night, Hu Biao took a deep breath and suppressed the excitement in his heart.

The main thing is that he knows that this is only the first step in a long journey and it is far from the time to be happy and celebrate.

At the top of his lungs, amidst the chaotic situation, he shouted a question: "Team leaders, please report on your preparations. Are there any difficulties at the moment?"

The reason why Hu Biao asked this question was that he knew that in the upcoming battle, it was impossible for everyone to rush in like a swarm of bees.

However, due to limited time, they did not have time to carry out such complex preparations and drills.

Therefore, while Uncle Bo and Black Star were busy repairing the tanks, Hu Biao divided the eighty people into groups, each led by one of the seven time travelers.

The main thing is that once the fighting starts, the Gui army brothers in each group will keep an eye on the actions of their team leader, and they will just follow whatever the team leader does.

The specific grouping is as follows:

Black Star brought two people with him to serve as the crew of the Type 89 tank.

The machine gunner was a wounded soldier whose left leg was blown off; his mobility problem was not greatly affected by the fact that he was now sitting in the tank and firing the machine gun.

He was originally the main shooter of a French-made Hotchkiss heavy machine gun, and now he has no problem operating a 6.5mm machine gun in a tank.

The tank gunner is not so good, he can only be considered a semi-professional.

Because the 1020th Regiment is an infantry regiment, it does have an artillery company directly under the regiment, but its equipment is only some small-caliber mortars.

Asking a mortar operator who operates indirect-fire artillery to act as a tank gunner of direct-fire artillery feels a bit like forcing a duck to climb a tree.

The reason why other time travelers are not allowed to serve as tank gunners is of course that they each have some important responsibilities.

Huang A'di, leading a total of ten clever Gui army brothers, will need to walk in the front and act as the vanguard later; if they encounter the Japanese along the way, they will try to fool them as much as possible, and then attack them directly after they have fooled them.

For this purpose, each of them was equipped with a pistol equipped with a DIY silencer.

Hammer, AT, and Chaozi each lead a combat team of fifteen people.

They were mainly responsible for the left and right protection tasks when the tanks launched a charge after arriving at the outer defense line of the Japanese heavy artillery position.

Anyway, no matter what method they use, they must not let the Japanese holding the explosive pack get close to them and blow up their most powerful weapon of attack.

Of course, if Huang A-di could perform exceptionally well and lead them directly into the heavy artillery position, that would naturally be the best outcome.

But they themselves know that they shouldn't have too high expectations for this.

Uncle Bo, of course, led ten Gui army brothers with better marksmanship and acted as snipers at the end of the team, responsible for shooting down important targets such as grenade launchers, machine gunners, officers, etc. in advance.

As for Hu Biao himself, he led the remaining sixteen people and acted as the mobile force in the battle.

At that time, no matter whether it is the left or right side of the tank, if the Japanese soldiers rushing towards it are too numerous and too fierce to resist, he will immediately go over to provide support...******
In response to Hu Biao's questions, the team leaders gave answers one after another.

Black Star: "The tank still has more than half a tank of diesel, which is enough. The number of shells and bullets is not very large, but considering the short duration of the battle, it should be enough."

Uncle Bo: "The sniper team is ready, no problem."

Chaozi: "No problem."

AT: "Old Hu, my team's other problems aren't serious, but there's one thing that's really serious. We searched the entire regiment headquarters and only found six rifles."

"Fuck!" Hu Biao cursed immediately after hearing that.

Even though he cursed, he knew there was nothing he could do about it.

The equipment of the Gui army was naturally much better than that of the Sichuan army, but they were not so wealthy as to equip the cooks and clerks in the regiment with guns.

It is really a problem to arm them all in such a hurry now.

After a pause, Hu Biao could only shout out a solution that was not a solution:

"Chaozi, Dachui, have your team allocate two guns; the rest of you without guns can grab kitchen knives, shoulder poles, etc. and follow the team.

When the fighting starts, be smart and pick up guns from the hands of your fallen brothers. Any other questions?"

"No, everything else is ready." AT replied, and from then on, the time travelers no longer had any problems.

Unexpectedly, Huang Sanxi, the former head cook of the regiment, yelled out:
"Captain Hu, I see you have a foreign camera. Most of us have never taken a picture before. Would you like to take a picture of us in front of this foreign iron lump?"

Faced with this request, Hu Biao and other time travelers remained silent this time.

Because he thought of the brothers from the Third Company of the Sichuan Army who took a photo together last time. Apart from them and Zhu Cong, only a dozen of them are still alive. And even if these dozen people are still alive, most of them will be left with serious disabilities.

In short, Hu Biao's camera is really weird.

When they heard the word "photographing", their scalps went numb and they instinctively wanted to refuse.

Before they could figure out how to politely reject this request, another Guijun brother also spoke up:
"Yes! Chief Hu, please print a few more in the future and send one to my mother when the time comes. If my mother misses me, she can take it out and look at it."

As soon as the voice fell, more voices of agreement from the Gui army brothers were heard.

In this way, they proved that when they followed Hu Biao and others this time, they actually had no intention of coming back alive.

Seeing that the conversation had come to this point, Hu Biao stopped talking nonsense and shouted loudly: "Okay, everyone go wash your faces and refresh yourself."

Twelve minutes later, under the light of a distant flare, a seriously injured soldier who could not participate in the action pressed the shutter.

As the flash lights came on, 88 people with various identities such as time travelers, staff officers, clerks, and cooks appeared with a gray Type tank as the background.

Their expressions, whether strong and heroic, or nonchalant, or blinking, were frozen at this moment.

After the photoshoot, AT, who had just forced a smile, cursed in a voice that only the people around him could hear clearly:
"You idiot, I'm going to smash your broken camera when I get home.

Otherwise, I would rather cough to death or be stabbed to death by the Japanese bayonets than take photos like this.”

Hu Biao did not respond to the AT's request. Instead, he used one hand to climb onto the tank, sat down on the turret, and shouted again:
"Let's go. We must destroy the Japanese heavy artillery positions tonight."

Black Star didn't hesitate after hearing that. He got into the tank and pushed the joystick, causing the tracks to creak and turn, and at the same time, the iron lump started to move forward.

Thus, this team, led by seven modern time travelers and composed mainly of cooks, staff officers, clerks, and grooms, with few real warriors, began a legendary battle...

(End of this chapter)

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