Jumping in panic over the lying or sitting reserve soldiers in the traffic trench, attracting the eyes to collectively look back at his hurried back. It's nice to have a hygienist. At least...... He was there when he died, and may the Bodhisattva bless him.

It was a ricochet, embedded in the ankle, and the health soldier, who knelt down on one knee to inspect the wound, turned his head and shouted to the traffic trench outside the pillbox: "Come and help me carry him away!" ”

As soon as the words fell, with a falling sound, the heavy machine gun in the shooting stopped, and the main shooter fell to the ground in the bullet casings that were all over the ground, and fell to the dumbfounded gaze of the health soldier who heard the sound and looked back. The sub-shooter stepped forward to operate the machine gun, and one loader stood up and became a sub-shooter, while shouting outside the bunker: "Another loader!" ”

Noise, the loud noise that began to rage in my ears again! The shells continued to fall, jumping, rolling, and dissipating the last wisps of smoke.

……

Upstream, west of Kongzhuang, corresponds to the left flank of the defender.

The armored vehicles were busy with the exchange of suppressive and counter-suppressive fire on the front, and the advance on the flanks was much calmer. The tactical standards of the devils could not be more standard, and the whole is divided into three units, one on the front, one on the side, and one on the reserve.

A small squad of upstream troops, at present, is not a fist-style attack, but an experimental attack, the main purpose of which is to detect the defensive situation, and if conditions permit, it can directly evolve from a tentative attack to a formal attack.

The three-direction firing range of armored vehicles covered most of the range, but the river bank could not be covered by armored vehicles, because the river bank was low.

There is one direction that is most convenient to cover the riverbank, and that is the opposite bank, the south bank of the Muddy Waters. There are two platoons of troops on the other side, more than in Kongzhuangli, one is the third platoon of the horse's leg, and the other is the platoon of the first company. However, Lu Hang told Ma Leg that he was not allowed to participate in the war without a signal to participate in the war, and he was not allowed to participate in the war until he had to do so.

If the fire is deployed on the opposite bank to assist the defense of Kongzhuang, the difficulty of the devil's attack can be imagined, unless the troops are separated from the battlefield to find a position to find a way to cross the river, and then do the coordination of the two aspects. But in that case, although the devil's combat effectiveness is strong, the size of a squadron is too thin, and there are no offensive weapons, and the probability of capturing Kongzhuang is still not optimistic.

The most critical issue is the purpose of the battle, the special operations company is not defending Kongzhuang at all, but is fighting to block the attack, to stick the devils, to consume, once that is done, the devils who have been attracted with great difficulty are likely to immediately turn around and join the puppet army to re-enter the independent regimental headquarters, or immediately transfer back the puppet army that is marching towards the independent regimental headquarters; Either the purpose of the battle failed, or it was a catastrophe of annihilation, these problems were not cared about by others, and the army aviation did not dare not think about it.

Not only to defend, but also to give hope to the devils, so that they can't bear to loosen their mouths and grind slowly, and imperceptibly consume their fighting spirit, troops, and ammunition in order to make a move. The only thing to worry about is the right flank, without fire support from the other side, it is really possible to leak in, can the tower work? If he can't, can anyone else? In this case, the blood that looks at death as if it were home is not of any benefit, and will only hasten defeat.

Sifted through all the faces of the whole special operations company, only the desperate bear was the best candidate, only he could hold on longer, even if this weak-willed bear really abandoned the position in the end, no one could hold on longer than him. Luck can be called lucky, what is more luck? Lu Hang is convinced that the bear will definitely be able to do what Lu Hang can't do on his own!

The stone house is very strong, after it was burned by Zhang Tianbao, two layers of staggered side-by-side log flat roofs were rebuilt, and there were sandbag fortifications on it, and now people have ordered people to flatten those sandbag bags, not to mention grenadiers, mortars can not easily collapse. The stone house was not far from the left bank, and the shooting holes were smashed as high as possible, and the top of the table almost touched the round wooden beams above

Czech machine guns were mounted on the smashed firing holes, and the target had appeared, and a group of devil rifles, nine of them, were pulling away, taking advantage of the terrain from time to time, and were sneakily approaching the low position along the upper western riverbank.

And so the Czech machine guns rang out, firing with a crisp and clear frequency, short bursts like rhythmic melodies, and the ballistics sometimes stirred the snow on the shore, sometimes shattered the ice on the shore. The target sprang up or disappeared in panic during the interval in the trajectory, like a rabbit that had lost its soul......

Kong Zhuang, right wing, i.e. east side.

A large clearing, with some sparse trees devoid of leaves, and you don't have to go to the shore to see the cold, muddy river, which meanders north for a while, and then turns east.

There were originally a lot of sandbags in Kongzhuang, the rat led the little monkey, an ear and the insurgents, and loaded some more, a semi-circular fortification made of sandbags was about to be completed, about fifty meters away from the east bank, although there were a few bare trees nearby, this fortification still looked abrupt and conspicuous, and it was definitely a good target for beating.

The bear is lying behind the fortifications with his back to the sandbag at the moment, looking up at the blue and cold sky, unwilling to bear the heart, sooner or later an iron lump will fall from the sky, maybe the density can directly smash his bear head flat.

Xiong thought, is it okay for Lao Tzu to wear a steel helmet? No way! The key thing is that it explodes, the steel helmet may barely be able to save half of the head, but only half of the head is left...... Can Lao Tzu still live? Difficult! I don't have my teeth when I eat, how can I chew it? How to let Lao Tzu chew in the future? There's nothing down there, so don't you still have to starve to death!

The more I think about it, the more sad I become, the more I think about it, the more angry I become, let him be a bear, and he will languish and depressed. He kicked away the machine gun next to him, still unwilling, picked up a handful of sand and raised it towards the Czech machine gun, wishing it could jam.

The little monkey ran over, half-squatted behind the sandbag wall, pushed the ill-fitting steel helmet that blocked his eyebrows, exposed half of his head and cast his serious and innocent gaze to the east behind the sandbag, and took the initiative to start vigilant observation.

One Ear and the rebels threw down their shovels to dig the sand, and reluctantly returned, and when they came to the sandbag wall, they took advantage of the situation and sighed.

The rat unloaded the last sandbag from his shoulder, set it up on the fortifications, and then wiped the sweat from his head and sat down behind the fortifications, put his arm around his rifle and began to check, silent and speechless.

A soldier bears a nest of bears. This is not true at all, the tower is a real bear, and the bear is so strong that even good soldiers such as rats and little monkeys can't help but wilt with it. The second platoon of the special operations company, under the sad urging of the platoon commander tower, was demoralized, like a group of depressed ghosts.

The wind blew, bringing with it a faint smell of gunsmoke, but also a dull melody of heavy machine-gun fire, and the bell rang incessantly, and no one spoke behind the fortified walls.

Not long after, the sound of Czech machine gun fire suddenly came from the west side, and one ear suddenly had a spirit, and he quickly sat up and looked in the direction of the stone house to the west for a while: "The devil has chosen the west!" We're all right! We should be fine! Hehe...... Hehehe...... Oops, I-"

Before he could burst into laughter, the sole of the bear's shoe was already kicked the back of one ear, ending the giggle that continued. No wonder the boss always likes to kick me, this foot feeling is really good, and even the depressed mood is better!