"Who fired the shot?" A nearby company commander asked angrily.

The regular army is better, but the miscellaneous troops, especially the ones with poor discipline, are only a little bit the size of a soybean at a distance of five or six hundred meters, and the soldiers can't bear to shoot.

Hanyang-made has such a long range that it can't even hit a single hair.

The 88th Division is also the most elite and disciplined unit in the national army, and it is not the first time that it has been in close contact with the Japanese, so the soldiers naturally did not panic.

But the length of the company is not a matter of distance.

The smoke and dust have not yet dispersed, and most of the Rao shooting area is still foggy, and there is no one to see at all.

A soldier pointed in the direction of the side.

The company commander ran over with an angry face, and when he saw that it was not enough, he didn't dare to say anything.

Ye Xingzhong waved his hand impatiently, meaning that he would go back wherever he came from.

Fang Buwei didn't pay attention to what was happening around him, and only the commander on the Japanese tank was in his eyes.

Although the mountain artillery was dumbfounded, the Japanese mortars were still firing, and I wonder if the tanks had found the position of the national mortars and kept firing.

No, coupled with the interference of smoke, the tank commander did not realize that one of the infantrymen following his tank had been shot in the head.

Only two accomplices near the soldier found out, and they immediately got behind Tan Jiao.

I don't know if the two soldiers were reminding the commander, but Fang Buwei vaguely saw that the commander first tilted his head back, and then looked like he was about to get into the face.

It just so happened that a puff of smoke wafted in, blocking Fang Buwei's vision.

If you don't fight again, you won't have a chance, so Fang Buwei didn't delay at all, and immediately pulled the trigger.

He tugged on the bolt of his gun and when he put his eyes on the scope again, the smoke just cleared.

The person is no longer there, but the clear pool of blood outside the window proves that Fang Buwei hit again.

After being shot in the head, the gods were helpless when they came.

"Chirp ......" The earthen beams in front of him splashed with soil flowers, and Fang Buwei lowered his head violently.

This is a vehicle-mounted machine gun for the Japanese army.

Japan Rao reacted too quickly, and he only fired two shots, and he was discovered?

Even if the other party is an enemy, but the other party has to admire it.

He estimated that either the fire from the bullet exiting the muzzle revealed his position, or the devil judged his position based on the wounds on the heads of the commander and the Japanese soldier.

Fang Buwei has never realized it, this is a plot that will only appear in the drama of the Anti-Japanese War.

In the early stage of the Anti-Japanese War, the infantry coordinated by the Japanese infantry was carefully selected. Their main role is to protect the tank.

Judging the speed of the signal, the marksmanship is also accurate.

At a distance of three to four hundred meters, in the case of kneeling shots, it can basically reach five out of ten shots.

Many units of the National Army, including the Central Army, experienced mortars or gunners often fired at most two shots, and then quickly moved or abandoned their guns and fled.

It's all the experience of human life.

Fang Buwei exhaled heavily, and went down the trench with his gun.

"Run!" Fang Buwei shouted loudly, "I'm going to be shot!" ”

The soldiers in the trenches had long seen Fang Buwei climbing on the dirt slope behind the trench, holding the gun and aiming halfway, and seeing that he had only fired two shots, the other party's bullets came over, and they didn't know that the devil had judged the specific location.

Next, the devil will definitely shoot at this place.

The nearby soldiers swarmed in both directions.

No matter how accurate the Japanese tanks were, it was impossible to shoot shells into the trenches. The trenches are dug deep enough, so naturally they are not afraid that shrapnel will shoot in.

But the problem is that the trenches are blown up, but they can bury people alive.

Sure enough, in about ten seconds at most, the trench had just cleared more than ten meters of space, and a cannonball shot and exploded at a position less than ten meters away from Fang Buwei.

Fang Buwei saw that a piece of shrapnel was accurately inserted into the place where he had just crawled.

He gasped.

It's dangerous!

Thankfully, I reacted quickly.

Ye Xingzhong looked at Fang Buwei with a fairy-like gaze.

Fang Buwei almost died, thanks to his timely awakening.

This on-the-spot adaptability, where does it look like the first time on the battlefield?

"Stunned, change places!" Fang Buwei roared, jumped into the trench with a gun in his hand, and dug the cluster grenade and explosives bag out of the soil.

Ye Xingzhong picked up another gun, snatched two bundles of grenades from a soldier's hand, and then chased after him.

After running along the trench for more than 20 meters, Fang Buwei set up his gun again.

"Keep an eye on Lao Tzu, the tank is a hundred meters away, just remind me!" Fang is not the way.

Although Ye Xing Center was puzzled, he still nodded and quickly set up the gun.

One hundred meters, just the soldier carrying the explosive bag braved the rain of bullets to blow up the best distance.

I hope Fang didn't fool himself just now.

The smoke and dust had basically dissipated, and the situation on the position was roughly visible.

A total of three tanks, still advancing at a breakneck speed, were already less than two hundred meters from the position.

Behind each tank, almost twenty infantrymen followed.

He looked behind him, and beyond that, the Japanese troops were preparing to charge.

Visually, at least four or five hundred, it should be an infantry squadron.

But there were at most more than 300 people in the trenches, and there was not even a battalion.

Fang Buwei gritted his teeth, if there was no miracle, I am afraid that this position would not be able to hold it today.

The battalion commander's face had long since turned earthy gray.

In the morning, the opponent also made a tentative attack, and it was only the size of a team, and there was only one tank.

Where did the rest come from?

"Go to the regiment commander and tell him that if he doesn't send reinforcements, just wait for us to collect the body......"

The herald ran out like a fly.

Fang Buwei was also a little puzzled: The devil only has the strength of one squadron, how can there be three tanks alone?

But there's no time to dwell on that now.

If you don't fight, you may not be able to run.

Fang is not looking for a target at a rapid pace.

A Japanese soldier knelt behind Tanko's side, fiddling with a grenade and a grenade in his hand, ready to reload it.

Fang is not a shot.

I didn't hit my head, I hit my upper body.

A blood flower rose up, and the shooter planted his head on the rain.

A soldier in the back, with a gun on his shoulder, got out of the back of the tank and ran to pick up the grenadier canister.

Fang Buwei is another shot.

"There are snipers ......"

The captain of the detachment, who was immediately behind the tank, shouted.

The other infantrymen looked at the two corpses on the ground and no longer dared to run to pick up the grenadiers, but hid behind the tanks.

The company commander of the national army had already given the order to shoot, and the bullet hit the tank, making a "ding-ding-clang" sound, but it was useless at all