Wang Qiang took the order and led a platoon to continue to march downstream along the river, and Lu Hang then passed Tian Sanqi to the front: "Have you seen me use a compass to draw a map?" ”

Tian Sanqi nodded.

Then Lu Hang raised his hand and pointed to the west in the direction of Kongzhuang Bunker: "The location of the bunker is the origin, which is the position where the needle tip of the compass is pierced." Now your second row is the starting point of the first compass line, Wang Qiang's row is the starting point of the other line farther away, and our offensive line is two parallel arcs drawn by the compass, which is advancing around our pillbox, not a straight line attack. Do you understand? ”

Afraid that Tian Sanqi would not understand, Lu Hang stretched out the index finger and middle finger of his right hand separately, and explained the compass drawing method on the soil beside him at the same time.

Tian Sanqi tried to think about it, and then nodded.

"After entering the woods, the whole platoon is pulled out, you are at the left end, try not to stay away from the forest line on the left, grasp the distance from the bunker and pull the formation and don't do it brutely, there is the firepower of the bunker outside, don't worry about the left side being copied or leaked, don't worry about our few people."

"However, after entering the woods, Wang Qiang, can they still grasp the direction?"

"He can rely on our gunshots. Go ahead and prepare. After speaking, Lu Hang looked downstream, Wang Qiang's platoon had already left the waterfront and crept north into the green, so he picked up his rifle and turned around and climbed up to the position, his eyes drifted over the green swaying and stared at the woods dozens of meters away: "Gazi, the target forest, the distance is eighty, eight extends, now." ”

On the shore behind Lu Hang, Gazi quickly set up grenadiers, set the distance based on experience, and used waste as a deputy, eight grenades were taken out of the magazine, the first one quickly rushed into the blue, and the second one was immediately loaded, this is a rough shot, there is no need to test fire and then adjust, just to deter the enemy, create more chaos, and create more favorable conditions for approaching the woods.

Boom –

The first explosion kicked off broken leaves at the end of the trees near the riverbank, and the shock wave hit a large area of trees trembling, like an instantaneous illusion of vision, which made the puppet army in the forest dumbfounded, and they didn't understand why.

Boom –

Just three seconds later, the second explosion threw up large pieces of broken branches, flying and falling leaves rattling, and this time someone finally understood that it was not a grenade that had been dragged by mistake, and realized that the dull explosion in the direction of the river bank was the sound of the Imperial Army's grenadiers.

"Little cannon!"

The apocalyptic shout was heartbreaking, regardless of how far away the explosion was, his scream was more penetrating than the explosion, giving a blow to the fragile minds. There is a problem of habit in everything, and if the eight roads are bombarded by the devil, they will be used to being bombed; The puppet army is always bombarding and booming in the eighth direction, and it feels more terrifying when it is their turn, and they are not as good as the ignorant.

Some ran wildly into the deeper woods, some curled up in the grass with their heads covered and chanted Bodhisattva, and a few calm people were not deterred, but their guns were all facing west, and their eyes were still staring in the direction of Kongzhuang, unaware that the Eighth Road had appeared on the south bank of the river, and under the leadership of a professional soldier, the cat's waist and back were hunched and the rifle was opened into a scattered offensive horizontal line in the green, like a wolf.

In broad daylight, it is already strange enough that the eight roads dare to defend Kongzhuang without retreating, how can they still attack it? It's not scientific!

After following capable people for a long time, you will think that you are also a capable person, and forget what it means to be a fox and a fake tiger......

When he opened his eyes, it was a broken sky between the leaves, and it was not blue, but blue, and it was white, and it was as dark as a dark cloud, and the sun shone down the woods, and the pale halo set off the green leaves

Enduring the pain all over his body, enduring the ringing in his ears, he sat up blankly, and his puppet army hat turned crooked in the grass a few meters away, only to realize that he had just been swept away by the blast wave of the explosion. It seems that there is a gunshot in my ears, as if there is a cry nearby, and I can't hear it clearly.

With a swaying of his shoulders, he turned his face sideways, and a subordinate half-knelt beside him and tore at his shoulder, and his face, deformed by fear, shouted at him: "The Eighth Road is calling from the south!" Platoon leader! Let the brethren withdraw! Platoon Commander ......"

Platoon leader? Right! He remembered that he was a platoon commander. As a platoon commander, the salary is much richer, and the salary has been saved for several months, and the family has promised a family from the neighboring village to choose an auspicious day for the zodiac.

Suddenly, half of his face was hot and sticky, and the hand of his subordinate holding on his shoulder let go of him, and his subordinate on the other side was trying to cover his neck, his expression of fear had frozen, and his head suddenly trembled like an impact, as if a dark thread had penetrated his head at that moment, poof—the corpse fell beside him, the blood was still flowing, and the discolored eyes were not bright red, they were very dark.

Turning back to the south, between the light and the shadows of the trees, the figures of black soldiers swayed, several meters after another, stretched into a horizontal line of attack, obscene and despicable cats, cautiously raising the muzzle of the gun, or hanging a bayonet under the muzzle, calmly and slowly approaching.

He didn't shout to retreat, in fact, the survivors were already retreating in a panic and fleeing to his side, however, this was wrong, he understood.

"Fight back! Resist! Resist me......"

He was shouting in tears, his voice hysterical in the not-so-dense dark woods, but it had no effect on the deserters, who were struck in the back and thrown into the gray vegetation, or staggered to their feet, shot again, as if they had been harvested.

Soon, the fleeing targets were dead, and now he was not as desperate as he had imagined, and there were at least seven or eight others who were trying to fight back but did not escape, whether they carried out his orders or instinctively resisted, at least there was hope.

He finally heard clearly, the sound of gunfire, ballistics across the branches and leaves, the wounded crying, and the noise coming from another platoon on the northwest side, hesitating to come to support until now.

has been surrounding Kong Zhuang, platoon by platoon deployed in a fan-shaped line, his platoon is the easternmost point at the end of the woods, the insidious Eighth Road suddenly attacked from this end, fire support is impossible to obtain, only the adjacent platoon can save him, however......

He pulled the seventy-nine rifle next to the corpse, and his mind went blank behind the nearest tree trunk, and he pulled the bolt to load it, and mustered up the courage to bend his body and raise the gun.

He shot desperately with a few remaining subordinates, and after emptying the magazine, he felt that he had hit one, and pressed the bullet bridge into the chamber again, and the probe gun hit again, and the black offensive line behind the light and the shadows of the trees finally stopped, and he still did not stop, shooting frantically at the shadows of those tree trunks, hating that the bullets did not penetrate.

Emptying the magazine again, he reloaded the bridge clamp for the second time, and courage eased his nerves, and he felt that at least he would survive.

Pull the bolt and raise the gun again, suddenly there are two less subordinates in front of him, and in hesitation, the third one was shot again, he was obviously half-kneeling behind the tree, why? The corpse is tilted horizontally out of the trunk of the tree, and is being planted in the ground.

"Sideways!"

The offensive line composed of more than twenty black shadows stretched out nearly fifty meters wide, and he and a few surviving subordinates blocked their limited front, but the other end of that offensive line did not stop at all, and obscene and gloomy black shadows were visible on the left! Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Crossing the Anti-Japanese 1936 Claw Book House" for free for the first time.