After crossing, Yan Zhi also studied the weapons at this time, and if he comes, he will be safe! He was an expert in guns, ammunition, and cold weapons, but he didn't know much about all kinds of large and small guns during World War II.

It was because he thought that Wu Zhonghua would prevent the soldiers from practicing with devils, so Yan Zhi asked him to kill the devils on the lookout.

Yan Zhi knew that if he wanted to do a good job, he must first sharpen his weapons This eternal truth, on the battlefield, sometimes a cannonball can change the direction of the entire battle, so he immediately sent someone to replace Wu Zhonghua on the lookout.

Touching the Type 92 infantry gun, Wu Zhonghua loved and hated: "The 92 gun of this dog day is both a good thing and a bad thing, as long as the devil's place, almost all the 92 infantry guns are indispensable, and it does the most harm to our Chinese army." ”

Yan Zhigang wanted to say that it was not the fault of running, but Wu Zhonghua continued: "But I also know that this is not the fault of the cannon, it is the little devil who has no humanity." ”

Yan Zhi nodded, squinted, stroked a non-existent beard, and said secretly: "The child can be taught!" ”

Wu Zhonghua also squinted his eyes and turned around twice in place, pointing to a rock in the north of the Winged Valley and said: "That is the best place to place the 92nd Infantry Cannon, the firing range can cover the entire Winged Valley, and one shot can make the little devil cry and cry for his mother." Come, come on, four brothers, carry this 92 cannon over. ”

The total weight of the 92-type infantry gun is only more than 200 catties, which is very convenient for transportation, and in wartime, as long as two powerful soldiers can change the position of the gun at will, and it can also be broken down into several parts of transportation, suitable for survival in various environments, and the requirements for various battlefield roads are almost reduced to the lowest point.

Wu Zhonghua took matters into his own hands while commanding everyone: "Remove the protective shield of the cannon, we are condescending, we don't need a protective shield, as long as the little devils enter the Winged Valley, I will let them taste the taste of their own infantry artillery." Winged ValleyWinged Valley, the little devil can't escape even if he inserts his wings. ”

The soldiers removed the shields of the 92 infantry guns, which were only slightly higher than the calves of a man, making them more agile and powerful.

A 92nd infantry cannon was mounted in a grass nest in the rock at the north upper corner of the Winged Valley, only the muzzle of the gun was exposed, and it was easy to hide, even if the opponent used a telescope, it was difficult to find.

Another 92 infantry gun was placed at the entrance very close to the Winged Valley, which gave full play to the accuracy, suddenness and ferocity of its firepower.

Everything was arranged, Yan Zhi asked the soldiers to hang the changed military uniforms behind those small thorny grasses at the entrance of the Winged Valley, and the military uniforms of the dead devils by the pond were placed in the grass a hundred meters away from the Winged Valley.

At six o'clock, the sun was about to go down and was already covered by the forest, and a faint damp mist had begun to overflow from the bottom of the valley, but outside the valley there was still a heat wave and dryness.

At half past six, Yan Zhi stood on a high place with Wangyuan, and looked at the entrance of the Winged Valley, the clothes of the Chinese soldiers hanging behind the thorns outside the entrance of the Winged Valley vaguely looked like real soldiers.

A dozen soldiers of the Nationalist Army wearing Japanese uniforms were lying in the grass wearing 90-style steel helmets, humming and hehe, pretending to shoot outside the Winged Valley, throwing grenades, and the two sides exchanged fierce fire.

Yan Zhi slapped his thigh: "Anyway, you buns learn quite quickly." ”

Several soldiers on the side of the listener had black lines on their faces.

Yan Zhi handed over the telescope to Zhao Fugui and Lu Xuguang, who were also replaced, and asked them to see what flaws there were, they were veterans on the battlefield.

Both of them said that it was completely possible to confuse the real with the fake.

Yan Zhi made a gesture to stop shooting.

The soldiers who were acting immediately stopped performing.

Everything was ready, Yan Shang ran to the phone room out of breath and dialed the phone.

"Hey!" As soon as the other party's phone was connected, Yan Zhi stretched out his thumb, and Zhao Fugui outside the door commanded the soldiers to release their guns into the sky.

"Da Da Da ......"

Then, many crooked handles sounded in the back.

Then, the 38 big covers of several other soldiers also rang.

There were also a few soldiers in the distance, interpreting the sound of the Zhongzheng rifle to the extreme.

Someone threw a few grenades into the woods, scaring the translator who was missing an ear not far away into peeing his pants.

Anyway, the devil can't run out of ammunition here, and he can't take it with him when he leaves.

For a while, the overwhelming shouts and killing sounds seemed to be in the distance, but in fact, they were right in front of them.

Yan Zhi preemptively answered the phone, and without waiting for Yukio Mishima on the other end to ask, he eagerly asked first: "Password!" ”

Yukio Mishima said: "It's hot and dead! ”

"It's good that the heat doesn't die!" Yan Zhi replied, and then secretly cursed the password designed by Wang Ba Lizi.

Yan Zhi shouted eagerly: "Mishima-kun Mishima-kun, our Winged Valley was attacked by the people of China, their firepower is strong, please support quickly, please support quickly." ”

Zhao Fugui made a tactical gesture outside the door, and the soldiers' guns became more chaotic and fierce.

Yukio Mishima on the other end of the phone seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Higashino-kun, how many people are there?" ”

"There must be at least two or three hundred people, it seems that they have premeditated and want to attack us, and now our army has been caught off guard by them, please come to support quickly. The firepower of the people of China is very strong, and everyone on our side has gone up, and I will go up too. Please support quickly, support quickly. Yan Zhi didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, anyway, he used all the lines he learned from watching TV before.

Hearing a noise on the other end of the phone, Yan Zhi immediately hung up the phone.

Five minutes later, the soldiers on the watchtower made a gesture towards Yan Zhi, and the mobile unit of the devil was spotted in the distance, and it was rapidly approaching this side.

Wu Zhonghua shouted: "Brothers, the devil has sent to the door, everyone is in place!" ”

After crossing over, for the first time, he led the team and the devil to carry out real guns, Yan Zhi's heart was a little panicked, at this time, there was a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and me, and if you don't pay attention to it, you may really not be able to go back.

At this time, the sun is almost setting, and the light of natural light is gradually dimming. Standing on the side of the Japanese troops in the Winged Valley, looking at the entrance of the Winged Valley and the Grand Canyon, it has been a little blurry, if you don't use binoculars, you can only see shadowy grass, many soldiers on both sides are raising their guns to shoot at each other, and the grass and leaves in the valley are flying and rocks are jumping in the valley with bullets.

Three Japanese Type 97 military side three-wheeled motorcycles rumbled in, with the Japanese army's sun flag planted in front of the car, the rider wore transparent goggles, and behind him sat a soldier holding a 38 big cover, and in the side compartment of the Type 97 military tricycle, a Japanese machine gunner with a crooked handle sat up, and rushed in first, and about a kilometer or two behind them, a military car full of devil soldiers raised yellow sand and drove a little slower.

The nine devils jumped off the 97-type motorcycle, and saw Yan Zhi, who was wearing a captain's uniform, standing on the side of the valley top, pressing the handle of the captain's knife with one hand and holding a telescope in the other, looking at the battlefield, only two soldiers stood behind him.