After firing three more bullets, Fang Buwei reloaded quickly, and at the same time yelled at Ye Xingzhong: "Grenadiers!" ”

Ye Xingzhong also reacted, and quickly searched in the scope.

There is no need to worry that their position will be exposed, and the distance is getting closer, the tank does not dare to stay, although it is still firing, but the accuracy is much worse.

So Fang is not more unscrupulous for fighting.

There were grenadiers and grenadiers, and without grenadiers, he fought the infantry who dared to show their heads.

It's basically one shot at a time.

The Japanese tanks should have also noticed that something was wrong, and the speed of movement was getting slower and slower.

The large force of the Japanese army had just advanced a few dozen meters in a straggler formation, and found that the mortars of the national army were still firing shells and stayed in place again.

The battalion commander, who was originally dead and ready to count the ball desperately, felt that something was wrong the more he looked at it: Today's Japanese devils don't seem to be so difficult to fight?

It seems that it started after judging the specific position of the four Japanese infantry guns and being dumbed down by a heavy artillery.

It was because of the lack of suppression by infantry artillery that the Japanese army fell into a dead loop.

If it weren't for the four infantry cannons of the devils first, let alone the fortifications outside the trenches, the trenches of the first line of defense would have been blown up by the devils.

The mortars on the first line of defense and the second line of defense were either already exposed and blown up by the Japanese infantry guns and grenadiers, or after a shot, they immediately changed places, reassembled them, and fired another shot......

In this case, there was no way to suppress the Japanese troops who were charging later.

The Japanese tanks would stop unscrupulously and fire at the mortars and heavy machine guns of the national army.

But now it seems to be completely reversed.

The mortars on the rear line of defense of the Nationalist army were still firing from time to time, and the Japanese tanks did not dare to stay at all.

If you don't stop, the shells fired by the tank won't hit the head at all.

In this way, the firepower of the first line of defense of the national army will not be suppressed, and the mortars on the second line of defense will not need to be in a hurry to shift positions.

The Japanese troops in the rear were forced by the pressure of the mortars and heavy machine guns of the Nationalist army, and the first line of defense of the Nationalist army basically did not suffer substantial losses, and the depth was not opened, so they did not dare to launch a charge at all.

But isn't that right?

In the past, even if there was no infantry artillery to suppress it, as soon as the mortar on the side was fired, after the position was exposed, the grenadiers behind the Japanese tank would concentrate their fire to destroy it, and most of the time, let alone move the artillery, even the artillery could not escape.

The form seems to be getting more and more favorable to you?

As long as the devil's three tanks are blown up, the balance of victory will tilt to one's side.

The battalion commander has a feeling that he can repel the Japanese infantry squadron in front of him with three tanks with this incomplete infantry battalion under his hands?

Isn't that right?

The battalion commander thought of another strange thing.

Just said that what about the grenadiers, the grenadiers that the Japanese army used to follow the tanks to show their might, but today they are dumb, right?

The battalion commander had the audacity to set up a telescope.

He saw a grenadier peeking out from behind the tank and quickly lifting the grenadier to the ground.

As soon as the gun mount touched the ground, it was as if someone had smashed a hammer head-on, and the grenadier fell on his back.

The battalion commander clearly saw the scene of half of the grenadier's head mixed with blood and water scattered all over the sky.

Who hit it?

"Good ......"

The battalion commander only thought that it was who was lucky and happened to shoot the grenadier in the head.

Before the words could be spoken, the battalion commander saw a hand stretched out from behind the tank and touched the grenadier next to the corpse.

The battalion commander was puzzled.

What the hell did today's Japanese devils see?

Why are they all so cringe?

Before the thought fell, the battalion commander saw a stream of blood coming out, and the outstretched hand was gone.

The hideous face of a Japanese soldier emerged from behind the tank, and the whole person fell to the ground, rolling with his hands folded.

What about Lao Tzu's gun......

The battalion commander just wanted to catch the gun over and make up for it, but he saw a cloud of blood mist coming out, and a hole the size of a fist suddenly appeared on the neck of the devil with a broken hand.

No matter how slow the regiment commander reacted, he woke up, the Japanese devils didn't see ghosts, and these three shots were definitely not a coincidence.

It's that there are sharpshooters on this side.

Who is it, and how do you not know?

The most accurate marksmanship in the battalion, at this distance, it is basically no problem to hit people, but where is this level of bare head and bare hands?

The battalion commander followed the trajectory of the three shots, searching his own position, trying to find out the person who fired the shot.

"Battalion commander, the devil's tank is about to rush up......"

The battalion staff officer shouted.

Hearing the roar of the Japanese tank engine getting closer and closer, the battalion commander struck a sharp slap.

My brain was kicked by a donkey, how can I be stunned now?

He peeked out and saw that the tank was almost within a hundred meters.

"Demoman, prepare!" The battalion commander roared.

One by one, the soldiers half-crouched, some clipped explosives packs or grenades under their armpits, some hung them around their necks, and some tied them directly to their chests.

No matter how they take it, every Demoman has a tragic look on their face.

Because everyone knows that they can't survive.

Either they rushed out and were killed by the machine guns on the tank, or they ran halfway and were killed by the Japanese infantry behind the tank.

Even if you are lucky, you can rush to the tank, but you will be blown up in the end.

The battalion commander carried the binoculars and climbed up a little more in order to judge when it was best to rush out.

Fang Buwei, who was not far away, also lost the rifle in his hand, and grabbed a bundle of grenades.

Jue's hand sank, Fang Buwei subconsciously turned his head and found Ye Xingzhong clutching the rope on the grenade.

"What are you doing?" Fang Bu asked in surprise.

"How are you going to blow it up?" Ye Xingzhong asked in fear.

"Nonsense, how else can it be fried? Throw it out......" Fang Buwei said with a dark face.

He found that Ye Xingzhong was getting more and more stupid.

Throw it out?

Ye Xingzhong's eyes widened.

A grenade is a catty, a bundle of ten is ten catties, no matter how strong you are, how far can you throw it?

Another one, even if it can be thrown so far, but at a distance of nearly 100 meters, how can the accuracy be guaranteed?

If you can't hit the tank, or you can't throw it under the tank, the most you can do is make a noise.

"Loosen it for Lao Tzu?"

Fang didn't care what kind of nerves Ye Xingzhong was having when he had time, and snatched the grenade with his hand.

He peeked out and saw that the nearest tank was at most sixty or seventy meters away from the trench.

It's almost the distance.

Fang Buwei made a visual inspection, pre-ordered a coordinate in advance, and then vigorously pulled the half-cut rope on the tail of the grenade, and the back covers of the ten grenades were all pulled down.