under fire

Launch an attack on the enemy.

Make a battle plan first.

The plan should include enemy situation analysis, firepower allocation, and troop deployment.

Attack direction, attack route...

Main attack, feint attack, support, reserve team...

Even the retreat route and the disposal of the wounded must be considered.

Hu Yi might not be able to ask the Jiuying Waigua split Zao people to obey orders completely, let alone use their fingers like an arm.

If the training is insufficient, then use what they are good at.

Hu Yi knew the personalities of his commanders very well, and the soldiers he brought out were probably similar.

The character of the grassroots commander will affect the fighting style of the soldiers he leads.

Li Xiang Company's combat effectiveness may not be as good as that of Big Dog, or even as good as Luo Fugui Company's organic platoon.

However, the soldiers carried out the orders resolutely, far surpassing any other team in the independent regiment.

Generally speaking, in an eight-way team, in a dark environment, once the attack starts, the subordinates are likely to let go.

Li Xiang's character is unique among independent groups.

The dark night provides innate conditions for brutal attacks.

Therefore, just use simple and brutal firepower to crush them.

I clearly remember some of the battle experiences the chief said, small-scale battles should be regardless of the situation.

With the current superiority of troops and the advantage of automatic weapons, in the dark night, they can completely suppress the little devils who are well-trained and good at marksmanship. With the advantage of the speed of fire of the shells, they can kill the little devils with a volley of guns.

It's not too difficult.

Is there any example on the casualty battlefield where victory can be achieved without sacrifice?

Grassroots commanders who have not attended a military academy may lack the ability to command in battle, but the soldiers of the ninth battalion do not lack actual combat experience.

After the attack begins, the lack of coordinated attack among the various units can be made up for by yelling at each other.

Attacking without any offensive plan, the Ninth Battalion did a lot.

Hu Yi did not issue any battle plan.

This does not mean that the teams participating in the attack are completely disorganized.

Luo Fugui and Li Xiang simply exchanged a few words about who would be the main attacker and who would be the second echelon. They each summoned their platoon leaders and squad leaders to start assigning tasks.

Big Dog was a little dumbfounded after receiving the order. He didn't even get a surprise reconnaissance mission.

He came to Hu Yi who was coming from the road and muttered: "Why don't I obey anyone, so I will obey you."

Following the shout, the elites of more than ten reconnaissance squads under his command quickly gathered together and exchanged the shell guns on their shoulders for Li Xiang's soldiers.

All the soldiers in the battalion consciously sent their beloved helmets to the front.

Li Xiang began to assign tasks to his platoon leader and squad leader, who mobilized the assembled team before combat.

The battalion commander said that in order to level the village in half an hour, the attack speed should be fast and the firepower concentrated.

Soon, more than ten attack teams were formed: a three-person group of soldiers wearing steel helmets crouching forward along the ditch, followed by two three-person groups in the open space on both sides of the ditch more than ten meters behind.

The squad leader next to one of the three groups was holding a Czech light machine gun. His position was in the gap between the two attacking squads. There was no one in front of him. From time to time, he would cooperate with the brother squad next to him by shouting in low voices.

"Remember, when the Japanese machine gun sounds, I must kill it within two bursts."

"We have nine sharpshooters in our company. Squad leader, just keep your heart in mind."

"Your mother's heart is in her belly and her heart is in her chest."

"A murderous gun? Never heard of it."

"Go back to the first aid study and see if I don't torture you to death." The squad leader scolded helplessly: "I think your team, He Gensheng, will be my assistant washing bandages for half a month."

"People die and birds look up to the sky. Who can listen to He Gensheng's half-hearted instructor?"

"Can you shut up? It will make you feel better if the company commander hears this." Someone next to him finally reminded: "We are attacking now, can you just concentrate?"

The tactics are simple and direct.

Behind them, the scattered teams of Luo Fugui Company were stretched into a line, and the light and heavy machine gun teams and grenade teams were all pressed up.

Two offensive levels crushed!

Troop line.

silent.

forward.

Snap.Dang.

The head of the unprecedented elite soldier who was walking along the waist of the ditch just poked his head out.

A gunshot finally rang out from a position more than ten meters ahead. The multi-helmeted warrior fell in response.

Bang bang bang.

Da da da.

The sound of turbulent shell guns and Czech light machine guns suddenly rang out.

The sound of hurried footsteps began to sound loudly.

"Go ahead."

"Kill."

"Little devil, I'm going to fuck your grandma."

The trio of Japanese soldiers who fell behind the temporarily dug calf-high bunker never imagined that they would only fire a few shots and then receive nearly a hundred rounds of bullets!

Isn't this insulting?

The footsteps above his head kept passing by the Japanese who fell to the ground and quickly turned into corpses.

Seized?

Leave it to the new recruits at the back.

The muzzle flash attracted the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

The sergeant at the front had already heard the footsteps coming from the west after the gunshots were fired from the east, and subconsciously believed that a massacre by the imperial army should be staged next.

Unexpectedly, his opponent gave him a blow as soon as he came up.

In the dark night battlefield, the opponent only broke through one point on the periphery, which was nothing to the imperial army's steel defense line.

He quickly ordered his men to hold their ground.

Unfortunately, the opponent's offense seems to be in no particular order.

The elite elite soldiers he placed in front of the formation also only fired one shot and were hit by a wildly flashing shot.

As a large number of black figures appeared from the dark night, I only had time to fire one shot. My eyes flashed like summer stars, and the sound of killing was loud. I don’t know how many guns were pierced into my body.

The sergeant, who was trembling and bleeding out, never expected that in less than half a minute, more than ten of his imperial elites would be killed by the opponent's random gunfire.

Twitching at the last thought, these people are crazy!

Also shocked was the Japanese second lieutenant standing at the entrance of the village.

The entire northern perimeter defense line flashed like stars one after another, and gunshots rang out.

The sound of gunfire was dense, familiar yet unfamiliar.

Shell gun and Czech style!

Almost all automatic weapons!

Something is wrong. This time, are we running into the main force of the national army?

Only the main force of the national army will be equipped with submachine guns!

The invincible imperial army is invincible!

There were not many troops in the first place. There was only a squad of fourteen warriors deployed on the western perimeter, and all of them were shattered in just one encounter!

Facing such a powerful opponent, the second lieutenant felt his blood boiling and his heart was like lightning. He was not afraid of loud bird calls and issued a series of orders: "Suppress the light and heavy machine guns and fire immediately."

"Grenade, fire flares."

"Southeast peripheral team. Reinforcements from the west of the village"

The messenger repeated loudly at the top of his lungs.

"Yes" "Hai."

Order confirmation sounds came one after another from the second lieutenant's left and right sides and in front of him.

Chug tug tug.

The muzzle of the heavy machine gun began to shine like a cross star.

The bullet-proof plate was sent into the chicken's neck with a clatter.

The light machine gun followed and screamed

Wan Shouxi, who had previously detoured back to the south of the village to fight against the Japanese machine gun group, was lying in the ditch breathing heavily, holding a sweaty grenade firing belt in his hand and looking at the dark figure who had just leaned over: "Correspondent, Mr. Ge said, what's going on with this little bitch?"

"The battalion commander has an order to level the village in half an hour, not in twenty minutes."

"What? What half an hour, twenty minutes?"

"Ten minutes have passed since the battalion commander ordered the attack."

"What is my mission?"

"There is no mission, you can do whatever you want." The correspondent stared enviously at the scene in the west of the village where the shouts of killing were loud, and suddenly came back to his senses: "Hey, the Japanese machine gun rang out, why are you still standing there? "

As soon as the correspondent finished speaking, he suddenly heard a muffled sound next to him.

Then I heard Wan Shao shouting: "Reload."

Just as Muranixi started to scream, a huge flash of light erupted from the position of the Japanese heavy machine gun.

boom.

The explosion came immediately.

Ignoring the occasional stray bullet flying above his head, the correspondent leaned forward and howled wildly: "Shoot, you son of a bitch has been hit!"

"Brother Ge, howl your ass. It's just this far away. If I don't hit you, you'll howl again." Wan Pao kicked the correspondent who was leaning out into the ditch with his thin kick, and then pulled the firing belt again: "You little devil, this thing, It works pretty well.”

嗵.

A grenade flew into the air at the entrance of the village.

As it flashes across the sky, the bright light of the flare instantly illuminates the open field with daylight.

In the dark crowd, people fell down from time to time, and more black figures rushed toward the entrance of the village without fear of death.

In the attacking team, a certain black figure suddenly lay down.

boom.

A screaming crooked misfire