Wu Qiujian was burned by Fang Bu's anger and forgot about this stubble. Fang Buwei reminded him again, he reacted.

Fang Buwei's predictability and action, Wu Qiujian has seen it a long time ago, and it is absolutely unmatched, so he knows that by allocating the machine gun to Fang Buwei, he can avoid the situation of being locked by the devil's grenadiers without firing a few shots.

Fang Buwei looked at Wu Qiujian in a daze.

Wu Qiujian's cheeky ...... I can't admire it if I don't want to!

There are famous and surnamed figures in history, and there is really no simple one.

Just rushed to Wu Qiujian's attitude of knowing his mistakes and correcting them, and he was extremely single, so he had to give a thumbs up.

"Okay!" Fang Buwei didn't have any jokes and pinch Wu Qiujian, and said simply: "Send me two more groups of experienced loaders and helmsmen...... Well, forget about the old fritters last time......"

"No problem!" Wu Qiujian patted his chest and said.

He shouted to the gunners behind him to prepare machine guns and bullets, and Fang Buwei put his ears to the wall again, judging the distance of the tank.

"Squeak ......"

At most, I walked a few dozen meters forward, but there was no sound.

The tank stopped!

Fang Buwei's face changed.

This is definitely not that the Japanese army will not attack, but it is likely that the next artillery coverage is brewing.

Fang Buwei poked his head out and glanced at the opposite side of the position.

The smoke was so big that nothing could be seen.

Isn't that right?

Fang Buwei reacted again.

Since it is covered by artillery fire, it has always been as dense as it is to bomb as intensively, so how can there be a reason to stop in the middle and let the enemy take a breath and bomb again?

Fang Buwei really couldn't figure it out, turned his head and said to Wu Qiujian: "The devil's tank has stopped!" ”

Wu Qiujian smacked: "How far is it?" ”

"About three hundred meters!" Fang is not a return.

It is equivalent to having already rushed through the first line of defense where the original first battalion was located, and immediately approached the second line of defense where Wu Qiujian led the second battalion to defend before.

"Could it be that the devils are going to use grenadiers?" The regimental staff officer next to him said.

The devil's grenadier is actually a small mortar, but in order to highlight the mobility so that the grenadiers can carry it with them, it is very light, and the total weight is only five and a half catties.

But the disadvantage is the short range, up to five hundred meters.

The distance of three hundred meters is just the optimal range of the grenadier canister.

"I can't see anything, where is he going?" Wu Qiujian pointed to the smoke clouds in the sky and said.

Even if it is a real mortar, the power is far worse than that of the offensive and defensive artillery, and the Japanese grenadier canister has a killing radius of seven or eight meters at most.

At this time, Fang Buwei heard the Japanese commander near the tank ordering: "Artillery, unload the ammunition ......"

Fang Bu's eyelids jumped: "The devil's artillery is unloading ammunition from the tank, and it seems that he is about to prepare to open fire!" ”

"The devil has too many grenades to run out?" Wu Qiujian exclaimed.

Fang Buwei is also suspicious.

It's a hell of a day, don't the devil's grenadiers need to aim, don't they need to calculate the angle of the projectile?

Or, is the kind of bomb thrown by the devil that does not need to be aimed, but only needs to determine the approximate range to cause damage?

At this time, a trace of smoke wafted over, and Fang Buwei subconsciously took a breath.

Wu Qiujian, the regimental staff, and the adjutant all coughed in a choked voice.

Fang Buwei's heart jumped faintly, and he raised his head suddenly.

The wind is blowing westward, just facing the ** side.

"The devil wants to shoot gas bombs?" Fang Buwei turned around and shouted at Wu Qiujian.

Wu Qiujian's face changed, and he even forgot about coughing.

As soon as he saw Wu Qiujian's face, Fang Buwei knew that he had guessed correctly.

"Hurry up, try to lie down as low as possible, water your mouth and nose with a cloth, and pee if you don't have water...... Fang Buwei shouted wildly.

Without gas masks, this is the only way to go.

Tears will still be shed, but at least no one will die.

"Commander Wu, gather all the gas masks, give them all to the machine gunners and throwers, and leave a few ...... for the artillerymen"

Fang Buwei roared continuously:

"Have the thrower prepare the Molotov cocktail...... Artillery, what about Lao Tzu's machine guns? Guan Dafeng, put up the big gun for Lao Tzu......"

Fang Bu was desperate to stop the Japanese tanks in order to prepare.

"It's useless, withdraw!" Wu Qiujian roared.

Before the war, ** didn't expect that the Japanese army still had a weapon like poison gas bombs, even if it was the 88th Division, there were not many gas masks, and there was no solution to this thing.

When attacking the headquarters of the Japanese Marine Corps, Wu Qiujian's 523rd Regiment did not suffer less.

Once inhaled, let alone holding a gun, the soldier can't stand up with a cough.

It can only be withdrawn beyond the spread of the gas bomb.

"You think about it, once you lose this last line of defense, you can really only fight in the streets......

Fang Buwei reminded loudly.

Wu Qiujian was stunned.

In order to hold this depth of less than a kilometer, how many lives has he filled in in the past month?

Of the 2,000 veterans of the 523rd Regiment, there are not even 1,000 alive now.

Don't you shoot a shot, and if you say you lose it, you will lose it?

If you really want to fight street battles, you can't use any mortars or machine guns.

The Japanese planes, tanks, and armored vehicles were unimpeded, and the grenadiers were a sharp weapon for street fighting......

Wu Qiujian gritted his teeth: "Then fight!" ”

"Deployment, ......"

Fang Buwei roared and jumped into the trench.

The machine gunner was too slow, and he ran to help.

Wu Qiujian roared continuously, and according to Fang Buwei's proposal, he arranged the throwers and machine gunners as quickly as possible.

The mask had just been brought, and the devil's shells had arrived.

Seeing that there was smoke after the shells landed, and none of them were on fire, Fang Buwei was also relieved.

If a few more incendiary bombs are sandwiched, not to mention the soldiers, even Fang Buwei will have to withdraw in disgrace.

"Don't panic, wait for me to give the order, and then you will come up and set up your gun......," Fang Buwei explained to the machine gunner lying in the trench.

If you don't knock out the tank, you can't hit the devil behind the tank, and the machine gunner is simply wasting bullets when he shoots.

"You two, keep an eye on the ruler and don't shoot within a hundred meters!"

Guan Dashan, who was holding a big gun, responded vigorously.

Seeing that the loader had a good elastic chain, Fang Buwei turned around again and explained to the loader and the helmsman: "Remember, after playing at most one elastic chain, immediately transfer the ......."

The two nodded heavily.

One of the cannon's shells is 100 rounds, and it takes at most half a minute from the time the gun is fired to the time it is finished.

And the grenadiers of the Japanese army, from discovering the position of the machine guns, to calculating the coordinates, putting the barrels of the guns ready to drop the bombs, how can it take about a minute.

And the tank, which does not dare to stop, wants to aim, and it may take longer.

The machine guns have long been transferred.

It's about taking a shot and changing places.