"Staff Officer Fang, why don't you wear a mask?" On the other side of the trench, Wu Qiujian, who was about to throw an incendiary bomb with a thrower, asked.

"Don't worry, Lao Tzu is invincible!" Fang Buwei laughed.

……

Three hundred meters away.

"Why didn't you hear the howls of the Chinese soldiers?"

A Japanese squad leader put down the small listening device in his hand and asked suspiciously.

"It should have been withdrawn!" The squadron leader responded.

With a telescope in his hand, he was observing the nearby position.

There was not a single living person in sight, only the completely blown trenches and a few corpses.

"I can't even hear the gunshots, it looks like I've really withdrawn!" The squadron leader put down the binoculars and said to the squad leader, "The projection distance is extended by a hundred meters, let the artillery fire another round of poison gas shells, and drive in!" ”

"Hey!" The squad leader answered.

He didn't doubt the squadron leader's judgment at all.

In the past, if there were Chinese soldiers within range of the gas bomb, the first reaction would definitely be to shoot blindly, followed by a howl of pain.

Now not a single voice is heard, indicating that the Chinese soldiers have withdrawn from their positions.

After the nine grenadiers fired another round, the squadron leader pointed his knife forward and roared loudly: "Forward ......"

"Hide it, the devil is coming!"

Hearing the voice of the Japanese commander, Fang Buwei whispered another machine gun more than ten meters away.

Sitting on the gun chair was Yi Jing, the commander of the third battalion of the 523rd Regiment.

Fang Buwei really knew this person.

In my previous life, I remembered it when I watched the anti-Japanese war documentary "An Inch of Mountains and Rivers and an Inch of Blood".

He was one of the few surviving officers of the 88th Division.

Later, the first special operations force in the history of the Kuomintang was formed.

According to Wu Qiujian, he fired the first shot of the Battle of Songhu.

At first glance, it seems to be a little confused, a little prodigal, and doesn't care about anything.

For example, he knew that the devil might have three wings, and he would attack it immediately, but they still looked indifferent.

But Fang Buwei understands that such a character is the most suitable for fighting.

Because he rarely gets on the pulse and can always stay calm.

For example, now, Yi Jing believes that the entire 523rd Regiment, except for Fang Buwei, is the most suitable for him to control this most machine gun.

Cool-headed, but not afraid of death, this is the most important condition that a battlefield commander should have.

Like Liu Xuwu, he was born in the artillery department, and as soon as he graduated, he was assigned to a tutor and served as an artillery platoon commander.

As long as it's a cannon, there's nothing he can't play.

Wu Qiujian naturally has no opinion.

Didn't you see that even he personally ran to direct the throwers?

The devil's tank restarted, and even Wu Qiujian heard the sound of the track turning.

"Steady!" Fang Buwei snorted again.

Under the cover of the smoke of the gas bombs, even he could only hear the sound, but not the specific situation.

In this case, whoever fires first will be exposed first.

"Molotov cocktails!"

Fang Buwei stretched out his hand, and the filling hand handed the two Molotov cocktails to Fang Buwei's hand.

He took the Molotov cocktail and looked at Yi Jing ten meters away.

Yi Jing nodded vigorously, meaning that he was ready.

Fang Buwei tilted his ears and listened quietly.

The devil's tank platoon is in a "T" formation?

Haha, good chance.

The smoke from the poison gas bombs made the Nationalist army unable to see the situation of the army's tanks and infantry, and the Japanese army also made it impossible for the Japanese army to see the situation on the Nationalist army's positions.

In the case of unknown enemy strength, this armored charge formation can ensure the maximum protection of all tanks and infantry behind the first tank.

But again, the only thing that can pose a direct threat to the enemy is the first tank.

It just gave Fang Buwei the opportunity to break them one by one.

After listening for about ten seconds, Fang Buwei estimated that the distance was almost there.

He ignited the strip of cloth at the mouth of the bottle, opened his bow left and right, and the two Molotov cocktails dragged two lines of fire and flew towards a tank led by the Japanese army.

With a "bang", one Molotov cocktail smashed into the armor of the tank, and the other to the ground.

At the moment when the flames rose, Yi Jing captured the shadow of the first tank of the Japanese army.

Without hesitation, he pulled off the plate.

The "Tutu Tutu Tu Tu ......" machine gun spat out a fiery snake and fired it at the first tank with unmistakable accuracy.

Fang Buwei jumped into the air and sat in the gunner's chair accurately: "Turn!" ”

The bullets fired by Yi Jing and the flames rising from the tank armor completely exposed the position of the Japanese tank.

The helmsman immediately set the direction of the muzzle.

"Enemy Attack ......"

"Grenadier......" shouted the Japanese squadron leader.

Where will Yijing give the devil a chance to drop a bomb?

After a chain of bullets was fired, he jumped off the machine gun like a fly, and shouted, "Withdraw!" ”

Yi Jing and the helmsman used all their strength to push the cannon forward, and the loader followed behind with the cartridge chain.

A few more soldiers went down the trenches below, carrying bullets for them.

As soon as Yi Jing's cannon stopped, Fang Buwei's cannon rang out, and he was still hitting the first tank.

Yi Jing's fifty armor-piercing rounds, although they brought the first tank to a halt, did not seem to completely eliminate the threat.

The tank's front machine gun was already firing at the place where Yi Jing had just set up.

At the same time, Fang Buwei yelled at the machine gunner who was climbing on the dirt slope: "Stand the gun......"

Three water-cooled heavy machine guns, eight Czech light machine guns pushed up at the same time, pulling the trigger almost at the same time.

According to the division of labor, the responsibilities of each person are very clear.

Fang Buwei and Yijing specialize in fighting tanks, and machine gunners are specifically responsible for strafing.

Under the crossfire of eleven machine guns, the grenadiers of the devil did not even dare to show their heads from behind the tanks, let alone open fire.

Fang Buwei pulled the trigger tightly, and before the hundred armor-piercing bullets were finished, a huge fireball suddenly appeared in front of him, and then there was a muffled sound of "poof".

Ha ha......

Fang didn't almost laugh out loud.

The fuel tank of the devil tank was blown out.

This is the first one!

"Withdraw!" Fang Buwei jumped off the machine gun like a fly.

"Spread out ......," the devil's commander roared with all his might.

Each tank of the Japanese army was equipped with a base number of shells, that is, 100 rounds, and God knows whether these shells would explode if they were burned.

Fang Buwei pushed the machine gun while tilting his head to watch.

It's a pity that when he turned to the next firing point, he didn't wait for the devil's tank to explode.

But the fire got bigger and bigger.

Now there is no need to be guided by throwing Molotov cocktails, and the flames ignited by the devil's first tank illuminate the vicinity clearly.

The tanks behind attacked one after another, firing as they rushed towards the positions of the national army.

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