Wounded in Glory

  Suddenly Old Wang heard "Rumbling cannon sounds. Fastest search net"

  The little devil is launching a fierce attack again, and the target is the flag-raising platform. The little devil saw through the morale-boosting trick. It's estimated that the third wave of attack will come soon. Old Wang quickly crouched down and ran back to the three-row array from the second floor.

  Old Wang discovered that the flag-raising move was indeed used correctly. The soldiers on the position were all gritting their teeth, waiting for the Japanese tanks hundreds of meters away.

  The Japanese tank advanced proudly, the machine gun on the tank spewing out flames, suppressing the troops on the ground who couldn't lift their heads. Old Wang looked at the Mitsubishi Heavy Industries-produced tank with hatred. In that era of later generations, this company that refused to admit defeat still retained a complete tank production workshop. As they put it: "If one day another world war breaks out, we Mitsubishi don't want to be the sinners of the entire Yamato nation."

  Old Wang ran back into the building, thinking as he ran that this time he would make you all become China's beggar calling card dish.

  "Rooster."

  Old Wang went into the warehouse and called over a few Boy Scouts. He found the supplies that had just been transported in. From inside, he pulled out high-proof liquor, gasoline, cotton balls, and glue.

  Old Wang taught them how to make a Molotov cocktail, something he had experimented with many times in his previous life before succeeding. Old Wang assigned several children to be responsible for washing the bottles, pouring alcohol, and mixing glue water. The most dangerous task of pouring gasoline and sealing the bottle was left to himself. Soon, this famous Molotov cocktail of later generations was made. Old Wang told several children to continue, and he took two Molotov cocktails and ran back to the third company's position alone.

  Hei Da Ge is holding a machine gun, desperately suppressing the Japanese infantry. However, these Japanese soldiers are very clever. They all concentrated around the tank. From time to time, they would jump up from the ground, run wildly for a few steps, and find a place to hide. The Japanese soldiers would lie down, holding their Type 38 rifles and firing at the Chinese troops.

  Old Wang cursed the devils in his heart, but they were indeed formidable. At the beginning of the war, the enemy's individual shooting ability was much stronger than ours. The battle had just begun and we already had several wounded soldiers. However, the 88th Army was indeed one of Chiang Kai-shek's elite guard units, with exceptionally strong individual combat skills. They also inflicted heavy casualties on the enemy. The enemy's advance slowed down significantly.

  However, the devils were numerous after all, and with the tanks to boost their morale, they continued to push forward stubbornly. The devils were getting closer and closer. Many warriors had already been injured. Old Wang poked the big black guy beside him and said: "I'll go take care of two of the devil's tanks."

  The big black man with distrust said: "You can't go."

  Old Wang said you're covering for me. After finishing speaking, he jumped out of the sandbag-constructed trench like a hero.

  Old Wang still remembers that in the movies, soldiers charge with their heads held high and chests out. In reality, unless you want to die faster. Old Wang did his best to keep his body low, but he forgot one thing - all the houses had been burned down and there was no cover left. The Japanese bullets whizzed past his ears. Old Wang felt a bit of cramp in his calf.

  Suddenly, Old Wang felt a severe pain in his left shoulder. He fell to the ground. Only then did he realize that he had been shot by a rifle. Fortunately, it was a 7.62mm bullet. The bullet entered from the top of his shoulder and passed through.

  Old Wang felt his left arm was unable to move and he lay flat on the ground in between the two armies' positions.

  At this moment, Old Wang thought a lot and wondered if he was going to die. He recalled his parents and his childhood in his mind.

  Suddenly, Old Wang felt himself being pulled. He struggled to lift his head and take a look. It was Hei Da Ge, one hand holding a bulletproof shield and the other pulling on his left leg, dragging him back into position.

  Lao Wang thinks those protagonists in YY novels are so overpowered, becoming heroes the first time they go to battle. But himself is just a good-for-nothing.

  Hei Da Ge took a look at Lao Wang's wound and threw him a hemostatic bandage, saying: "If you want to live, press it down with all your might."

  Old Wang was really scared at this time! Although it is said that this life was picked up for nothing, but who in the world does not cherish their own life?

  Old Wang pressed hard on the wound, at this time a little nurse jumped over from the side.

  The little nurse had a long face, pointed chin, and ran over to take a look at Old Wang's injuries. She rummaged through the medicine box, took out bandages, and quickly wrapped up Old Wang's left shoulder in a neat bundle.

  As she was dressing his shoulder, the nurse's body was very close to Old Wang's. Old Wang could vaguely feel that the nurse's breasts were quite large. If she were to take off her military uniform and put on a bikini, it would be absolutely stunning. Old Wang thought this and chuckled to himself twice.

  The little nurse saw Old Wang's eyes scanning around and smiling lewdly. She added a bit more force to her hands, causing Old Wang to let out two strange cries again.

  Others were staring at the Japanese army, which was pressing in step by step, and didn't notice the two of them. At this time, the Japanese army's troops were only fifty meters away from the position. Old Wang stretched out his head to take a look, and found that the enemy tank had already entered within his firing range.

  Lao Wang is also a basketball enthusiast at home. The reason for choosing to study in the United States is also related to the NBA. Lao Wang has great confidence in his shooting accuracy.

  Old Wang said to the nurse: "Can you help me dig something out of the pocket in front of my chest?"

  The nurse said, "No time." and rushed to the next wounded person.

  Old Wang strained his body to pour some gasoline from a petrol can. He ignited a small piece of wood. Then Old Wang observed the position of the tank again. Holding the burning object, he swung his only uninjured arm. Thinking: Today is either a hero or a loser, it all depends on this one move.

  Old Wang picked up another Molotov cocktail and lit the long cotton rope at the mouth of the bottle. He remembered the trick his instructor taught him during military training on how to throw hand grenades.

  Stand up. Swing your arms, take a big step, and lean back. Your arm is now in a circular motion. Give it a good swing.

  The Molotov cocktail flew out like a missile. However, Old Wang apparently didn't calculate that the person's arm strength would increase after rebirth. The Molotov cocktail didn't hit the tank, but instead landed in the queue of Japanese infantrymen behind it.

  The crisp sound of a glass bottle shattering. The glass bottle happened to hit the head of a Japanese soldier who was charging forward. The soldier was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground. Gasoline and alcohol were poured over him. Then, a raging fire erupted, reaching as high as six or seven meters. The Japanese soldier had been unconscious for less than a second before being burned awake by the flames. His entire body was engulfed in fire.

  Severe pain made him rush around in the Japanese army's formation. The people around him were afraid to avoid it. His rushing around disrupted the entire Japanese army's formation.

  Hei Da Ge stretched out his big thumb and said: "I didn't expect you, a white-faced scholar, to be so ruthless."

  Old Wang wiped the outside of the remaining Molotov cocktail with his own clothes, adjusted his strength, and threw out the second Molotov cocktail. It happened to hit a Japanese tank that was advancing. The adhesive on the Molotov cocktail made the flames more sticky. In an instant, the Japanese tank was engulfed in a sea of fire.

  Old Wang knew that this type of bean tank was the thinnest armored tank in World War II, and a Molotov cocktail would be enough to roast the crew alive.

  This is what they call a beggar's chicken!

  Old Wang didn't feel any cruelty at all, and when it came to dealing with the cruel Japanese, what else could be called cruel?

  Old Wang ran to the back and brought over several Molotov cocktails, throwing them wildly at the devils without looking. The tragic death of their own comrades had already put great pressure on the infantry. After the tank was destroyed, they lost all will to fight. In the end, when they saw Old Wang's Molotov cocktails flying through the air, the Japanese soldiers collapsed. They all desperately ran back!

  The devils have retreated and everyone is very happy.

  "Old Wang, are you interested in joining us? I'll send you to the recoilless gun company. Your arm is already a anti-tank cannon." said Commander Xie, fiddling with the incendiary bottle that Old Wang had researched.

  The company commander of the howitzer battery, Lao Yu, laughed and said: "With your range, you're just an anti-tank grenade. If you came to our artillery company, you'd only be able to do cooking."

  Old Wang shouted: "I'm not going! That's the worst unit in the army."

  Hei Da Ge still didn't understand what was going on and asked: "Why?"

  Old Wang burst out laughing: "Always bearing the blame, can't even fire a shot."

  "Haha." The whole house burst into laughter.

  It's already dusk. Xie Jin-yuan said, "The little devils probably won't attack again today. Everyone hurry up and rest. Have a hot meal. We still have to fight the ghosts tonight."

  Everyone dispersed. Xie Jin-yuan kept Old Wang behind and said, "Now there's no problem with supplies and all that. That withdrawal to the concession you mentioned last time..."

  Old Wang knew that as the highest commander of the dead guard troops, there were some things that were not good to ask directly.

  Old Wang continued his words: "When I came over, the British side had already sent a note to Nanjing and Tokyo. The evacuation order from the Nanjing government should be coming soon."

  Xie Jin-yuan sighed and said: "If it's called a retreat, then it should have been called earlier. If it's to be defended to the death, then it should be defended to the death. The orders are changing from morning to evening. Now that the soldiers have made up their minds to die, if the government issues an order to retreat, it would be easy. What I'm afraid of is that the soldiers will get this news through other channels and their morale will collapse again."

  Lao Wang looked at Xie Jin Yuan and said: "Don't worry, I will definitely keep it confidential for you. But I'm not worried about this. What I'm mainly worried about is..."

  Lao Wang bought an official position.

  Xie Jin Yuan indeed asked with a smile: "What are you worried about?"

  Old Wang said mysteriously, "According to rumor, the Japanese side has agreed to let you withdraw safely. However, their bottom line with the British government is to put all of you under soft detention in the concession. Otherwise, they will attack the concession. And it seems that the upper levels of the concession have already agreed to the Japanese suggestion."

  Xie Jin Yuan suddenly became furious and scolded: "I would rather die standing than live on my knees."

  Lao Wang looked at Xie Jin Yuan and said: "You're just being stubborn. When the Nanjing government orders you to withdraw to the concession, will you withdraw or not?"

  Xie Jin Yuan sighed: "A soldier's duty is to obey orders."

  Old Wang said, "Withdrawal is a must. If not, we will lose the heaven's timing and people's hearts, and staying here will be useless. We can't even leave a good name behind. But we can't withdraw like this and let others bully us. I have a way to prevent us from being soft-confinement."