under fire

Chapter 1466 Allies and Comrades

The sun hanging high in the blue sky is getting lower and lower, and the distant mountains in the west seem to be getting closer and closer.

The green gauze tent is like a dense forest, and it is almost dusk earlier.

Southwest of the gun tower.

With the Devil Commando as the center, one grenade after another was thrown around, forming an explosion circle with a radius of more than ten meters.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Detonation shock waves resounded through the green gauze tent again and again.

Devil Sergeant Cao is not stupid, throwing grenades evenly around, can disturb the sight of Balu.

Rang Tuba Road didn't know the direction of the imperial army's attack at all.

The flying shrapnel seemed to cherish the last glory, impacting, splashing, and cutting off countless stems and leaves recklessly. After completing the ultimate mission, they fell to the ground powerlessly.

It will eventually turn into rust and disappear on this land.

The devils stuffed their ears with cloth strips, and the bloody smoke of the countless battlefields they had experienced surged into their hearts.

Silently counting the number of grenade explosions in my heart, preparing for the assault.

The devil still thought he was attacking, and as for breaking out or escaping, it was absolutely impossible for the invincible imperial army to appear.

In the green gauze tent filled with dust and gunpowder smoke, the devil moved.

It's not like the legend says that when you charge, you will scream.

Instead, they silently started a desperate assault.

direction, west!

After rushing out a distance of more than ten meters, he found that there seemed to be no eight roads ahead, and was about to speed up his pace.

A few balls of fire suddenly appeared from among the dead leaves on the ground in the north.

The deadly flash seemed inconspicuous in the smoke.

The ears that were still buzzing from the shock did not hear the gunshot at all.

The leader of the trio of devils and vanguards had clearly seen the flash, but the rifle protruding in front of them couldn't turn quickly.

I watched helplessly as my body was smashed into a sieve by the shell gun bullets.

Frightened and unwilling, his body slowly fell to the ground.

Bullet holes sprayed red and covered the green gauze curtain, and soon turned into flowing out from the bullet hole, and finally turned into seepage
The vanguard was ambushed as expected.

The Devil's machine gunner who was following him held a crooked handle, and suppressed the despicable ambushers in the north in the gap between the green gauze curtains squeezed by the frontline soldiers when they attacked.

The devil infantry who followed behind to protect the flank of the commando just turned their guns in the green gauze tent.

The soldier lying on the ground pulled the bolt fast, and kept shooting at the figure of "Eight Routes" coming forward.

As for whether the target will be mistaken, it is impossible to tell at this time.

The plan for encirclement and suppression is very simple. If you encounter a stranger in the green gauze tent, the first action is to get down and check your identity.

As long as there are still people standing, battlefield discipline will be enforced!
As for the correspondents who shuttled between the positions of different teams, they had to yell passwords in a low voice first.

Otherwise, you will be shot.

The combat effectiveness of the Devils commandos in Eighth Route Army uniforms is not exaggerated. When they were attacked suddenly, they still maintained their commando formation.

With the cover of the green gauze tent, the bullets that returned fire poured down like rain.

The devil's machine gunner breaks through very quickly. This guy knows that as long as the speed is fast, even if the distance between the two sides is very close, the possibility of being hit by bullets is not very high.

Time passed quickly, and time seemed to pass slowly again.

No time to think at all.

An instinctive assault formed entirely by the habits developed on the battlefield.

The big dog lay on the ground and shot at the running cats in an awkward position.

About one meter in front of him, Gao Liang was cut into a circle by the bayonet.

This makes it easier to turn the rifle around quickly.

After a while, there was no one standing in the green gauze tent.

Devils are not dead.

You will die standing up. Although the devil is proud, he will not be so stupid that he really doesn't take his body seriously in the rain of bullets.

There are fewer devils who can maintain their combat effectiveness lying on the ground.

This wave of assaults resulted in at least ten casualties.

The only remaining class of devils, under the command of the sergeant, silently took out the only remaining grenade, preparing for the last fight.

The main ambushes encountered came from the north.

On the contrary, the firepower of the eight routes due to the southward advance and the east-west convoy is weak.

As long as you can rush out another 20 meters to the west, you can protrude from the eight-way encirclement.

Sergeant Cao felt so aggrieved that the invincible imperial army was humiliated by Tubalu.
Looking at the men who fell on the assault road, I don't know whether it was excitement or grief, a teardrop fell from the corner of my eye.
Before he knew it, Jiuying had been entangled with the devil for nearly four hours.

Explosions and gunfire from the southwest.

It didn't attract too much attention from the heartless people in the north.

Luo Fugui, who was wearing a steel helmet, suddenly asked, "Girl, can you hit the eye of the gun tower?"

"The devil commander behind the shooting hole always shrinks as soon as he probes." No devil observers appeared on the top of the gun tower, and Xiao Hongying withdrew her inspection gaze.

"To capture a thief, first capture the king, to shoot a man first, shoot a horse..." Luo Fugui suddenly suggested.

"Hehe, when did you know how to speak idioms?" Xiao Hongying froze for a moment.

"This is not an idiom, but a poem." Luo Fugui showed off proudly, but he actually heard it from an opera.

"Who taught you to speak?"

"Who do I want to teach? I am born with it." Luo Fugui suddenly felt that bragging was too much, and quickly raised his finger to point at the long line of devil cars at the bottom of the gun tower. How do you think the little devil will feel?"

"Who gave you the idea?" Xiao Hongying couldn't believe that Luo Fugui could come up with such a wicked idea.

"I can come up with ten or eight of these ways at random." Of course, Luo Fugui would not say that it was a bad idea from his recruits. If the car is seized, he will have to charge the tour fee of the main force.
Although the car is more valuable, it will eventually end up being burned or buried in the ground to take root.
Xiao Hongying, with bright eyes, held up the binoculars to observe the devil's car carefully.

Ignore the bear who is still nagging, the bear is already planning how to start a big business of charging.

No one paid any attention to the continued gunfire from the southwest.

The big dog led the team himself, so it's no wonder that something happened.
The little girl looked around and began to mutter: "Grandma, I want to shoot the little devil."

"Hahaha" After a while, the wicked voice became louder: "Mule, hurry up and ask Mancang to bring a heavy machine gun."

"Boss Hu said that the firepower cannot be exposed now." Fa Cai Mei Meng Xiong lay in the ditch without poking his head.

"Hurry up and take Mancang to the east for a few shuttles." Xiao Hongying, who was holding a binoculars, rolled her eyes and immediately came up with a new idea.

Seeing that the bear was still motionless, a bullet casing accurately flew onto the bear's helmet.

There was a crisp sound.

Luo Fugui had no choice but to get up, and crawled north along the traffic trench, Xiao Hongying added from behind: "Remember, the devil lying on the edge of the second trench is Zhang Xiaodao, don't make a mistake."

"Do you think the machine gun can compare with your broken gun? It depends entirely on luck to hit the target."

east.

The company commander of the main force saw a large group of people carrying heavy machine guns appear through the green gauze tent, and quickly pretended to decline: "Commander Luo? We... uh... don't need reinforcements yet."

Before he finished speaking, Luo Fugui had disappeared into an uninhabited soldier pit... Like a groundhog working, he set off a frenzied wave of dust and rain.

Immediately afterwards, the full warehouse asked the ammunition hand to open the four boxes, and four long canvas bullets appeared in front of him, and the main company commander stopped saying no.

The green gauze curtain continued to shake.

An undisassembled mortar suddenly appeared in front of the main company commander.

The company commander was startled, did the plan change?

The brother troops are going to attack from the east where they are defending?

It doesn't seem to have appeared in the previous battle plan?

As soon as the position was set up, Wan Baxi immediately yelled at the main company commander: "Hey? Why are you in a daze? Hurry up and take your people aside, remember to plug your ears with cotton, and don't be deaf when the time comes Say I didn't warn you."

"But... the regiment commander said that artillery positions should not be on the front line..." The main company commander didn't move.

"You know what a fart, those little cannons of yours fired for a long time, and none of them fell into the devil's convoy"

"Our target is not the devil convoy, and it doesn't matter whether the iron lump is blown up or not, anyway, he is surrounded by us now and can't run away."

"Oh, your heart is really big. Do you think if the devil runs south, you can stop it?"

"Of course it can be stopped. The road to the south has been dug up by our team long ago, and the devils don't even want to escape."

"It's okay for us to fight guerrillas, why are you so confident today?"

"We are the main force and have participated in the Hundred Regiments War."

"You can really brag, the Hundred Regiments War is in the mountains, what kind of Hundred Regiments War are you fighting on the plains?"

A certain soldier kindly reminded Wan Baxi: "We used to be active in the mountains, but now we are doing well in the plains."

Being dismantled by his subordinates, Wan Baxi immediately turned black: "Shut up, do you have a place to speak here?"

The commander of the main force looked at the formation of these troops and felt unhappy, mainly because he was a little sour about the equipment of the brother troops.

I feel very helpless for their behavior of disrupting the combat plan privately. This group of "friendly troops" from the self-governing army guard battalion is completely disorganized and undisciplined.

But he has a heavy machine gun, a mortar and two younger brothers. Proper heavy firepower!

My heart is sour.

Still full of expectations, my company is mainly defending the east. If these "comrades" bombard and blow up the devil's car, they will be honored for their meritorious service.
(End of this chapter)