" Yes!" Gao Han took out a pair of stockings." This is it!"”
"A new fiber. It's said to be made of synthetic fiber ~"
"It's refined from oil!" Li Zhibo pinched his stockings and looked up at Gao Han with a smile." My colleagues in the United States told me that Dupont has developed a new material, but they haven't figured out how to use it."
"I didn't expect it to appear in Shanghai ~"
"Yes!" Ouyang Jianping suddenly remembered something.”
"What's wrong? Big Sis!"
"That person!" Ouyang Jianping thought of a person.
"Who is it?" Ma Yunfei's eyes turned cold. For his sister to care so much, it must be very important.
"The person who resisted until the end in the four-row warehouse!”Ouyang Jianping stood up and paced in front of the table.
"According to the information I know, he is a sniper himself. He shot down two Japanese planes with a machine gun and rifle.”
" And he was also the first seller of this kind of stockings. For this business, he even hired someone to kill a Frenchman."
"If he's the agent of these stockings on the surface, then it makes sense!”Li Zhibo suddenly understood something." The agent of the Dupont Group definitely has the ability to create an epoch-making sniper rifle."
" The person who sells stockings is now living in Sister Rong's casino." Ouyang Jianping looked at He Jian." He Jian, go and get in touch with him."
"Good!"
The Battle of Songhu was a tiger's head but a snake's tail.
Although the defense of the four warehouses was the main plot of Eight Hundred, it was definitely not the end of the Battle of Songhu.
On the Shanghai-Nanjing line, beside the Suzhou Creek Bridge, wounded soldiers were abandoned one after another.
They wailed and cursed, but it was useless.
Those comrades could only walk back numbly.
" How is this a retreat?" Zhou Weiguo, the battalion commander of the 87th Division's Independent Battalion, looked at his dispirited allies and felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.
" This is a complete defeat!"
Their independent battalion had been ordered to stay behind to bring up the rear, so they had to be the last to retreat.
"Battalion Commander, Battalion Commander ~" The scout in charge of scouting ran over and reported to Zhou Weiguo.
"Battalion Commander, the Japanese vanguard is only half an hour away from us!”
"How many of them are there?" Zhou Weiguo asked.
"More than a hundred people!"
" More than a hundred people?!" Zhou Weiguo's face twitched when he heard this answer.
"A hundred people and you dare to chase after seven hundred thousand of us?!”
"Company commander!"
"Here!" A company commander wearing a steel helmet came over and saluted Zhou Weiguo.
"Bring your men and follow me!" Zhou Weiguo picked up an MP18 Bogman submachine gun and walked behind him.
"Yes, sir!"
Zhou Weiguo's company each had a mid-sized gun and a box cannon. They were also given a light machine gun made in the Soviet Republic, which was specially used for close-range assaults.
A group of people hid in a ditch by the road, waiting for the Japanese to come.
After waiting for almost half an hour, the Japanese finally approached.
"Get ready ~" Zhou Weiguo was about to give the order.
" Bang!" A gunshot that no one had heard before was heard.
“!!”The senior captain leading the group was shot in half.
"Enemy attack!"
" Who shot him?!" Zhou Weiguo said,"I'm going to kill him!"”
Bang! Another shot!
"Ah!" One of the Japanese lieutenant's head was blown off.
"Forget it, fight!" Zhou Weiguo could tell that it was the sound of an anti-tank rifle, but he did not have time to think about it now.
" Da da..."
A company of soldiers fired all sorts of automatic weapons at the 100-odd Japanese soldiers.
"Bagou!" "Bagou!" The Japanese's 38th Cover fired in the direction of the national army. The four-man machine gun team also found a good position and began to shoot five times.
" Pfff!"" Pfff!" Yang Hao kept firing with his SCAR-H rifle. The Japanese Grenadiers were all shot in the head within four to five breaths.
" Puff!" The bullet hit the grenade in the Japanese's hand.
"Boom!" A Grenadier squad was blasted into the sky.
A 40mm grenade was loaded into the grenade launcher, and Yang Hao pulled the trigger at the few Japanese gathered together.
"Whoosh ~"
"Boom!" Five or six Japanese were blasted into the sky.
At this time, the national army had also ended the battle.
"Friend from the other side ~" Zhou Weiguo shouted at Yang Hao,"Thank you ~"
" Whoosh!" Yang Hao came out of the ruins and slowly walked to the front of the national army while carrying the NAC-50.
"Which troop are you from?" Yang Hao asked.
"Independent Battalion of the 87th Division ~" Zhou Weiguo looked at Yang Hao, who was wearing a ghillie suit and holding a rifle with a scope, and asked curiously.
"I'm Battalion Commander Zhou Weiguo ~"
"Zhou Weiguo? Did you study in Germany?" Yang Hao looked at this guy. He looked quite similar to Fan Xian.
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