All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 278, Artillery Bombing Infantry Rush

"I hate this damn jungle."

Chen Hao stabbed the black spider that almost fell on his face with a throwing knife, cursing in his heart, busy arranging and adjusting the Type [-] rocket launcher.

Jungle warfare, urban street warfare, and mountain warfare are beneficial to the party with inferior firepower.

Because trees, buildings, and rugged mountains are not only good hiding places for the weak side, but also absorb energy and limit the display of firepower.

The ass decides the head. If Chen Hao's side is inferior to others, he will be beaten by the enemy.

He will never complain about the bad surroundings, and maybe he will be very grateful.

The opposite is true.

The dense jungle restricted Chen Hao's weapons, and his mood couldn't get better no matter what.

The only consolation is that the weapons he carries are really sufficient.

If one bazooka is not enough coverage, then two.

Considering that some enemies are under the shade of the trees, and the big trees will block the damage of shrapnel, we added another door.

Three rocket launchers and 36 rockets are enough to completely cover all enemies.

Adjusting the placement of the third rocket launcher, Chen Haoyou noticed that there was a bowl-sized tree in the grass in front of him, which happened to block it, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart:
"Blocking the field again, I hate damn trees."

……

The sergeant, who vented his anger with a heavy machine gun, was called by his superior, the captain of the second lieutenant.

"The squadron can't stay here. Leave one heavy machine gun for your squad, and five riflemen, and let you block the enemy again." The second lieutenant announced solemnly.

"Hey, I promise to complete the task." Juncao agreed wholeheartedly.

Leaving less than 20 people to block the six No. 70 enemies blocked in the valley, there is a huge disparity in terms of the ratio of troops.

The second lieutenant was very satisfied with the bravery of the sergeant, and said: "There is a death valley inside, don't attack them by force, if you are trapped inside, they will starve to death."

The sergeant said: "Sir, I understand what you mean. When they rush out and attack us actively, the Type [-] heavy machine gun will become a sickle for harvesting the souls of the dead."

Time is not tight, and when they can win by waiting for work, they will naturally be flexible, and they will not blindly attack and pay unnecessary prices.

The piercing whistle is a signal for troops to gather.

The Japanese soldiers who had just rested for a while immediately put down what they were doing and got up one after another to move closer to their superiors.

In less than 1 minutes, the three teams gathered as the core and prepared to set off.

Chen Hao, who was watching from a distance, showed joy, and gave him a pillow when he fell asleep. This kind of Japanese army was too much in line with his wishes.

"Amitabha, God bless, let me send you to hell!"

With a sinister grin, Chen Hao activated the three rocket launchers, and the smoke from the burning propellant sprayed out, and the rockets flew straight towards the enemy.

The sound of the rockets roaring was like a sharp whistle being blown.

This naturally attracted the attention of the Japanese army, and they looked up one after another.

"Cannonball?"

"It's shells! Dodge shells!"

In the blink of an eye, doubts turned into panic, and the experienced junior officer shouted loudly.

But the fast-firing rockets didn't give them time to react.

One shot after another, like a large fishing net, enveloped the Japanese army.

"Boom!"

The explosion shook the ground, and the trees in the jungle seemed to tremble slightly, like a bolt from the blue.

This kind of sound is not the aura that human beings can display, but it is precisely something made by human beings.

The black soil turned up straight, like a pillar.

The raging shrapnel cut off the branches of the trees, and they were scattered everywhere.

The big tree surrounded by one person who was directly hit by the rocket collapsed, which made the Japanese soldiers who were crushed underneath even worse.

The shelling and bombardment lasted nearly twenty seconds.

Although the time was not long, twenty seconds was too long for the Japanese soldiers who were in it and the cannon fodder who saw this scene for the first time.

"So this is his surprise!"

Long Wenwen stared straight at the place that had been ravaged by rockets. The trees collapsed scattered, kicking up dust and broken leaves, which slowly fell from the air after the explosion.

Such a large-caliber artillery is still of such a scale.

Not to mention that he has never seen the national army use it, he has not even seen the Japanese army use it.

The national army has no strength, and the Japanese army is relatively lacking in artillery fire. There are not many opportunities for the heavy artillery to roar together.

Both sides have a scale of more than [-] people, and there are only big battles that can be called names.

I don't know how this awesome artillery fire came about, but it was used to deal with a mere [-] people in a Japanese squadron, so it was inevitable that there would be suspicion of cannons hitting mosquitoes.

With a whoosh, the red flare went off into the air.

That was the signal for an agreed attack.

Long Wenwen swiftly picked up the light machine gun, stood on a high place where the cannon fodder could see, and shouted excitedly: "Don't stand still, the little devils have been blown into a daze, hurry up and follow me!"

Hearing his reminder, the cannon fodder recovered from the shock.

The overwhelming rockets and the deafening bombardment frightened them who had never seen the world.

He was bombed by little devils on the frontal battlefield before, recalling the unbearable experience at that time, his legs were weak and trembling.

Yup!This time it was not us who were bombed, but the little devil who was beaten.

After trying to understand this, the cowardice dissipated, and the courage regained the high ground in the brain.

Holding the machine gun, Long Wenwen rushed out first, which played a very good example.

Meng Fan was stunned for a moment. When he was the company commander, he would only fool the recruits: "I killed the little devil, go for me!"

He himself always stays behind, the last one to go out of the trench when attacking, and the first one to retreat when retreating.

This is not what he did alone, all the officers of the national army did that.

Those who don't do that are either heroes or martyrs.

The difference between the two is that the hero lives for a longer period of time, receives the medals awarded, and then becomes a martyr in the following wars.

"Weird, both of them are weird." Meng Fanyao sighed in his heart.

While he was thinking blankly, the cannon fodder had already rushed out, following behind Long Wenwen to kill the Japanese soldiers who were almost still in a daze.

"Fuck little Dongyang to death!"

"Watch me kill them."

"Kill the duck!"

Long Wenwen was shouting loudly, and the cannon fodder followed him.

Shouting out the breath in your chest seems to strengthen your courage and inspire courage in people's hearts.

"Da da da da da..."

The Type [-] heavy machine gun that was set up to aim at the valley, under the adjustment of the four-member heavy machine gun team, quickly turned the gun around and fired at the rushing cannon fodder.

Immediately, one person was hit in the chest and knocked to the ground. After all, the cannon fodder around was more experienced than the recruits.

Even rolling and throwing, he quickly fell to the ground to avoid being knocked down by a shuttle.

The Japanese heavy machine gunner hadn't knocked out half of the ammunition feeder. Accompanied by a dull gunshot, the bullet passed through his skull and shattered half of his head.

The bomb supplyer next to him was splashed with brains and blood all over his face.

His eyes were wide open, and he didn't react for a while.

"Associate shooter, get on top!"

Cao Chang, the commander of the four-member heavy machine gun team, yelled sharply. When the heavy machine gun misfired, the enemy got up again and attacked them.

Suddenly feeling wet on his face, the dizzy Cao Chang stretched out his hand to wipe it, his hand was covered with blood, and he choked on the words that came to his mouth.

Looking again, the deputy shooter and bomber were all killed.

The next moment, his entire chest seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer, and he flew backwards.

"I was shot!"

In the severe pain, Cao Chang quickly lost consciousness.

Chen Hao used a sniper rifle to call names one by one, blocking the stumbling blocks on the way of the cannon fodder's charge.

No machine gun could provide sustained fire suppression under his blows.

The few riflemen who slowed down and fired, survived for a very short time after the target was exposed.

Under large-caliber sniper bullets, as long as the upper body is shot, the combat effectiveness will be lost on the spot.

Long Wenwen, who rushed to the front, was not idle. He also shot short bursts one after another during the movement, and cooperated with Chen Hao to suppress the Japanese soldiers who recovered from the explosion and counterattacked.

It greatly reduces the enemy's resistance and ensures the safety of oneself and others.

The negative teaching material is Milong.

The muzzle of the gun was inaccurate, and his fingers were still holding the trigger. Under the strong recoil vibration, the machine gun almost exploded in his hand.

The bullets were fired indiscriminately, not only not hitting the enemy, but also accidentally injuring one's own people.

A bullet from behind scratched Long Wenwen's arm, leaving a bloodstain. He stared back and looked back. Which bastard hit him with a black gun?
I saw the out-of-control operation of the machine gun in Milong's hands.

"It's a bastard. If you can't play with a machine gun, just throw it away. Picking up a stick can kill devils." Long Wenwen shouted angrily.

How could he be so blind that he would let Milong use a machine gun.

At this moment, Long Wenwen didn't care so much anymore, he ran to change a full magazine, and rushed up to hold the machine gun to shoot.

The four long bursts shot out all the bullets, and at the same time killed the three devils who rushed up to fight with him with bayonets.

The fourth devil screamed, and slashed at him with the command knife clenched in both hands.

Long Wenwen raised his gun to block him, kicked the man to the ground with his military boots, and smashed the devil's head with the butt of his gun, killing the devil in a snap.

He picked up a three-eighth cap with a bayonet and went straight to kill the next devil.

Bu La used the gun to push aside the devil's bayonet, and the bayonet on the muzzle pierced straight into the devil's abdomen: "This little Dongyang has become a soft-legged shrimp."

He felt that the devil's strength was not right. The devils he had met before stabbed very vigorously with the bayonet.

"That must be. They were all stunned by the shells. Those who can get up are considered to be in good physical fitness."

While speaking, Milong hit the devil on the head with a broken tree as thick as a bowl and more than one meter long, like hitting a baseball.

The whole person was blown away on the spot, with blood splattered from the eyes, mouth and nose, and it seemed that he would not survive.

The little devil couldn't even stand firmly, and his reaction was slow and his strength was reduced, all of which were caused by the shock wave generated by the explosion.

The shock wave after wave is too dense.

Don't even look at some who can stand up as if nothing happened. In fact, the internal organs inside have been shattered, and even the gods can't save them.

When the cannon fodder meets the greatly weakened little devil, they will gain confidence in killing and killing.

Suddenly he felt that he could do it, and he killed even more vigorously.

It didn't take long to find that there were no more standing little devils, only corpses strewn all over the ground.

"Big bastard, why did you kill him?"

The non-hot bayonet was stained with the blood of the enemy, and he sighed unsatisfactorily.

Mi Long saw him as if he was invincible and Dugu Bubai, and found it extremely ironic. Is this still stupid, straightforward and not spicy?

"Is this due to you? What kind of big-tailed wolf are you pretending to be!" Mi Long curled his lips in disdain and said, "If there was no artillery fire just now, how dare you attack that squadron of devils? I have your last name."

He ruthlessly tore open the naked reality and made the cannon fodder sober.

Don't regard victory as ability. Anyone can win a cheap battle like this.

"Anyway, the little master stabbed a devil to death, and he killed the enemy no matter what, so it doesn't mean he doesn't even have credit for it."

Meng got annoyed and said what was in his heart.

The only thing he could brag about before was that his leg was injured in fighting the devils.Others almost believed it, but he couldn't fool his own heart.

Now it can be regarded as killing one, and he must be proud for a while.

"Brother Milong, I also killed a devil just now."

Bean cake, who is not tall and thin like a half-grown child, said proudly with a bright smile on his face.

A veteran next to him glanced at him: "Nonsense, if I hadn't stabbed that devil from behind, he would have strangled you to death."

"Then I stabbed him twice later, so I must be half of it." Dou Cake blushed, stubbornly arguing with the old soldier.

He wants to prove that he can kill devils, and he is no longer a child.

Long Wenwen listened to their argument, and felt that they were really interesting, but now is really not the time to be excited, and the devils on the ground still need to make up their swords to prevent any fish from slipping through the net.

After the crisis is resolved and the friendly troops trapped in the valley come out, how should they negotiate with them and bring them under their command?

No, it should be under the Generalissimo's command.

Long Wenwen may have had it before, but now he has no intention of going it alone.

Just because of the fierce artillery fire that was comparable to a heavy artillery regiment just now, the generalissimo is a golden thigh thicker than a pillar, and there is no harm in hugging him tightly.

It's just that he couldn't help but wonder, where did the fierce artillery fire come from?
The size of a heavy artillery regiment is at least a thousand people. This place shouldn't exist. Is it possible to change it?
A group of soldiers wearing British military uniforms came out of the valley. Long Wenwen had good eyes and noticed that there were indeed many British among them.

He greeted Meng Fan: "Commander, the people in the valley have come out, you need to negotiate with them first."

On the other end, Chen Hao walked out of the jungle with a gun and walked towards them.

Long Wenwen confessed to Meng Fanle, and with a flattering smile on his face, he went straight to Chen Hao: "Enjoy it, enjoy it!"

"I have fought hundreds of battles in Long Wenwen, and this is the first time I have seen such fierce artillery fire. The little devils were all blown up, and the generalissimo is awesome."

He said that when he gave a thumbs up at that time, not only the language was exaggerated, but even the expression was very exaggerated, which was completely a gesture of sycophancy.

　and also……

　　
　
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