Anti-Japanese sniper action

Chapter 113

Zhao Zilong took a closer look and found that most of the national soldiers who came back were wounded soldiers.Some were carried on stretchers, and some were supported by others, walking towards them step by step.

"They are all brothers of the 88th Division." Zhang Long said suddenly.

Needless to say, Zhao Zilong also saw it, because he could clearly see that "88D" was printed in the middle of the rectangular armbands on the arms of these national soldiers.

"Brother, what's the situation over there?" Zhang Long asked a national soldier.

Glancing at Zhang Long, the national army's face darkened, and he replied, "The devils broke through the positions on both sides of Yuhuatai, and the two brother regiments we guarded there suffered heavy casualties."

When everyone heard it, their faces changed drastically, and their eyes widened.

Zhao Zilong raised his head and looked into the distance, and saw the three hills that seemed to be no higher than the Zhonghua City Tower. There were continuous bursts of gunfire and booming, accompanied by puffs of gunpowder smoke.

His brows couldn't help but his face was ashen, because he knew that the devils had completely surrounded Yuhuatai, and the soldiers of the 262 brigade guarding it were desperately defending against the enemy and fighting bravely.

"Let's go back to the camp." Zhao Zilong, who came back to his senses, immediately pointed to the busy crowd on the left side of the city gate.
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"Brother, it's good that you return to the team."

Wang Zhong, who was building a bunker with sandbags with everyone, saw Zhao Zilong and everyone coming back, he immediately smiled and rushed forward to give Zhao Zilong a bear hug.

"Brother Wang!" Zhao Zilong nodded without speaking.

"Hahaha, good brother, I knew you would definitely come back."

Wang Zhong laughed heartily, then took a Zhongzheng rifle and handed it over: "Here you are. I keep your gun all the time."

"Thank you!"

Zhao Zilong took the three-foot-long rifle with smooth lines, stroked it carefully, and immediately felt a familiar feeling in his heart.

Although it has only been a few days since he used this centering rifle, he already has a feeling that is hard to let go.

"Brother Zhao, do I still need to reload you?" Wen Bin walked over on crutches.

"Huh?" Zhao Zilong was startled, and then said, "Now is not the time, how about it, I will teach you how to shoot."

As Zhao Zilong said, he patted Wen Bin's head. The man was only tall enough for his shoulders.

"Okay!" Wen Bin was so excited that he almost threw his crutch.

"Don't look around, everyone, spread out quickly and prepare fortifications." Seeing the crowd surrounding them, Wang Zhong shouted loudly, signaling everyone to prepare separately.

On the ground outside the Zhonghua Gate, there were some bunkers piled up with sandbags. After Wang Zhong and his battalion arrived, they went to collect a batch of sacks to reinforce the fortifications.

After hearing the battalion commander's order, everyone coaxed away and got busy, some digging soil, some filling sacks, and some building bunkers.

"Yingzuo, we're back."

At this time, the deputy battalion commander and several national troops returned from the city with some additional ammunition.

Although they gained a lot from defeating the two brigades of devils in Fangshan, most of them were reserved for the brothers guarding Yuhuatai, so the actual two platoons in the battalion now don't have enough ammunition in their hands.

"Look at the camp seat." The deputy battalion commander happily came over with a national army carrying a heavy machine gun.

"Maximum? That's great. Is the Military Supply Department not stingy this time?" Wang Zhong grinned again when he saw it.

"Camp seat! Who is this for?" The deputy battalion commander asked after looking at Zhang Long, who was covered with gauze.

"The camp seat! Let me use it." Zhang Long saw it, and immediately stood up.The original [-]-type heavy machine gun he got from the devils was destroyed when he was in the Fangshan position. When he switched to rifles and machine guns later, he always felt uncomfortable and said he was uncomfortable.

"You?" Wang Zhong looked at Zhang Long, his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised: "Your back injury is not healed, can you do it?"

"Why not, is there anyone here who can use it better than me?" Zhang Long was unconvinced.

"Okay, I'll give it to you. I'm not saying you can't do it, but I'm not talking about you." Wang Zhong blinked his big eyes and laughed.

"Yingzuo! If you are a man, you can't say no." Zhang Long suddenly said angrily: "If you can't do it, you have to do it."

Because everyone has almost piled up the bunker, and the devil has not yet appeared, so it is rare to have time to rest.

"Xiao Bin, if you want to be accurate with the marksmanship, you must first learn how to handle the gun. If you can't even handle the gun, you will definitely not be able to hit the target accurately."

Zhao Zilong took the rifle and showed it to Wen Bin.

Wen Bin held the [-] cap, listening carefully and watching carefully.

"Brother Zhao! You can also teach me marksmanship." Zhang Dian walked over expectantly.

"Xiaohu, take charge of shooting the cannon." Wang Zhong immediately drank when he saw it: "You are a veteran, and you can't shoot accurately after fighting for so long. Don't learn."

When Zhang Hu heard this, he immediately froze: "Ying Zuo! If I don't learn, then what should I do? There is no gun for me."

"No cannon? Look, isn't there a cannon sent here?"

Following the direction pointed by Wang Zhong, everyone saw several national soldiers walking over with a cannon on the avenue in the distance.

Zhao Zilong put down his rifle, stood up straight, and looked at the cannon.

The cannon looks a bit ugly, its light gray cannon body is low and short, but the cannon barrel is long and thin.

Those national soldiers pulled the cannons across the moat bridge and arrived at the front of the position. They were probably tired, so they stopped to rest.

"Brothers, you have worked hard!" Wang Zhong greeted him with a smile, took out a pack of cigarettes from his body, took out one, and handed it to an artilleryman.

The rank on the armband of the artilleryman's uniform shows that he is a sergeant.

"Barrack!" Seeing the military rank displayed on Wang Zhong's armband, the artillery sergeant immediately stood up straight and saluted.

"Hey, what time is it, don't be such a mother-in-law. Take it." Wang Zhong glared at the other party deliberately.

Seeing the artillery sergeant continue to smoke, Wang Zhong set the fire on him and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Where are you going?" The artillery sergeant was stunned and sighed, "We don't know where we are going..."

"Why don't you know? What's the matter with you pulling this cannon back?" Wang Zhong glared again and asked.

The artillery sergeant glanced at the cannon beside him, and said slowly: "The scope of this cannon is broken. The regimental commander told us to withdraw it and leave it for the artillery company of the 88th Division. But on the way back, the vehicle pulling the cannon was killed. The Devil’s plane blew up, thanks to these infantry brothers who helped us pull the cannon back.”

"Brother Zhang, what kind of cannon is this?" Wen Bin and Zhang Hu approached at this moment.

"Calling you a rookie is a rookie." Zhang Hu suddenly became proud: "This is called a war anti-aircraft gun, which is specially designed to fight devils' armored vehicles."

"That's right." The artillery sergeant nodded to Zhang Hu and asked, "Brother is also an artilleryman?"

"Yes, I was originally an artilleryman of the 262 regiment." Zhang Hu replied with some pride.

"How many guns do you have?" asked the artillery sergeant.

"This?" Zhang Hu opened his mouth wide, unable to answer.

"Brother, you don't know where to go anyway, why don't you leave this cannon for us to use instead of putting it back in the warehouse to eat the dust?" Wang Zhong asked with a smile again.

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