East Gate, 182 Regiment Position.

Standing on the lookout platform at the city gate, the head of the regiment, Long Weiguo, was observing the devils outside the east gate of Taierzhuang.

As far as the eye can see, the devil's artillery is maneuvering a 150 mm caliber howitzer.

The deputy head of the regiment standing on the side sighed: "My mother, how many little devils must be there at this east gate, I can't count them with two palms of light and heavy artillery!"

Without a trace of waves on his face, Commander Long shouted: "Look at this, our 182nd Regiment is about to face a brutal battle!" With so many heavy artillery hits, all our brothers in the fortifications will be hung up! ”

The deputy head of the regiment shouted: "Yes! Fortunately, the master had the foresight to let our brothers in the city wall completely enter the tunnels of the ruins of the house in advance! Otherwise, the battle hasn't started yet, and our 182nd regiment will have to leave half of the regiment first! ”

While the two were talking, one of the devil's high-explosive bombs suddenly landed at the base of the city wall.

Thundered!

The dust of the explosion lifted several battles high, and the dust raised the helmet of Long Weiguo.

Shaking the dust on his head, the deputy head of the regiment shouted: "Tuanzuo, the devil has fired, let's hurry downstairs!"

Commander Long shouted: "It seems that the little devil's heavy artillery is being test-fired, Deputy Sun Tuan, notify you to go down, leave a few observation posts in the fortifications of the city wall, and the others hurry downstairs!"

agreed, and Deputy General Sun Tuan conveyed the order.

Putting away the binoculars in his hand, Regiment Commander Long quickly went downstairs and walked towards the underground shelter of the regimental command post.

As soon as the dragon commander's front foot entered the underground shelter, the devil's heavy artillery fire smashed over the hind foot.

Boom Boom!

All of a sudden, the 182nd position shook, many houses were in ruins hit by heavy artillery, and the walls of the main wall collapsed.

Fortunately, the soldiers of the 182nd Regiment entered the shelter in advance, otherwise they would not have been killed by the heavy artillery fire of the devils, and they would have been buried by the collapsed roof beams and masonry!

The soldiers were fortunate to have met an excellent division commander, otherwise they would not have survived on the battlefield for a few hours.

Compared to the soldiers in the tunnels, the sentinels who serve as guards and observers on the walls are much more dangerous.

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At this moment, the position of the sentry is the most dangerous.

Sentinels are a high-risk class.

The overwhelming artillery fire could take the life of the sentry at any moment.

For the sentinels on the city walls, every minute and every second is tormented.

The sentinels are in purgatory under heavy artillery fire.

But the sentries can't retreat, because the sentries are the eyes of the whole regiment, and the movements of the devils are related to the timing of the whole regiment's attack.

If the authentic warriors attack early, they will be attacked by devil artillery fire.

If it's too late, then the little devil is likely to break through the position all at once!

All in all, the role of the Sentinel is very important.

In time, the heavy artillery fire of the devils was very fierce, and the sentries must not take half a step back.

In order to complete the task, the wall sentinels also undeniably paid a heavy price.

However, in just ten minutes of artillery attack, the sentries on the city wall were killed nine times out of ten.

Now, only Wang Xiaocheng, a sentry remains, in the city wall.

Wang Xiaocheng clung to his head, feeling dizzy from the artillery fire.

Wang Xiaocheng held on, and silently prayed in his heart that the devil's heavy artillery would stop soon.

Maybe it's sincerity, Wang Xiaocheng finally heard that the artillery fire began to thin out.

When Wang Xiaocheng got up from the hot ground, he found that the other sentry brothers did not move at all.

Wang Xiaocheng's tears burst out of his eyes.

Throwing a corpse from a ruin, Wang Xiaocheng shouted with red eyes: "Old Uncle Han, old Uncle Han, wake up, wake up!"

However, the sentry named Old Uncle Han did not respond at all.

Old Uncle Han's body didn't have a single wound, but he really didn't breathe at all!

Old Uncle Han is dead!

Wang Xiaocheng shouted: "Old Uncle Han, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you!"

At this time, the devil infantry of the Seya detachment had already begun to march towards the east gate wall.

Wang Xiaocheng stared at the little devil in front of him with blazing eyes.

As soon as he took off the military horn behind his waist, Wang Xiaocheng blew a series of horn sounds with all his dantian breath.

After blowing the horn, Wang Xiaocheng grabbed a Hanyang-made rifle and came to a battlement.

Placing the rifle on the battlement, Wang Xiaocheng aimed at the little devil 700 meters away from the east gate.

The performance of Hanyang-made rifles is not good, and the hit rate of shooting at little devils 700 meters away depends on faith.

Therefore, Wang Xiaocheng decided to wait for the little devil to enter the distance of 300 meters.

While adjusting the ruler of the Hanyang-made rifle, Wang Xiaocheng held his breath and waited for the little devil to approach.

When times are critical, time seems to be particularly long.

Wang Xiaocheng tried his best to control the restlessness in his heart.

Gradually, the Devil Soldiers began to enter the firing range of 300.

Wang Xiaocheng locked on to a devil with a katana.

Inhaling slightly, Wang Xiaocheng pulled the trigger of the Hanyang-made rifle.

Boom!

Wang Xiaocheng's shooting level was very limited, and coupled with the quality of the Hanyang-made rifle, the bullet that was discharged missed was missed.

The devil soldiers stood in front of the commander and fired at the battlements where Wang Xiaocheng was located.

Bang bang bang!

Braving the fierce rain of bullets, Wang Xiaocheng bent his waist and quickly moved towards another battlement.

The devil soldiers got closer and closer to the city wall, only 150 meters closer.

Wang Xiaocheng believes that shooting at a distance of 150 meters should be a matter of holding a handle.

In the next moment, Wang Xiaocheng poked the barrel of the gun out of the battlement again.

Suddenly pulled the trigger, and Wang Xiaocheng put down a ghost soldier.

But in the next moment, the devil's crooked machine gun poured bullets and bullets towards Wang Xiaocheng.

Rub and go!

The bullet flew over Wang Xiaocheng's scalp.

Suddenly gasped, Wang Xiaocheng hurriedly lowered his body!

At this time, a battalion of soldiers who heard the sound of the trumpet had already climbed up to the top of the city one after another.

Five hundred fighters quickly moved behind the women's wall and silently waited for the battalion commander's order.

Grabbing a handful of Dezao 20 rings, the battalion commander hurriedly shouted: "Wang Xiaocheng, your task is complete!" Now you can go down and recuperate!! ”

Wang Xiaocheng's sentinel mission has been completed, and it stands to reason that he can now return to the rear to rest...

Raising his gun again and putting down a devil soldier, Wang Xiaocheng shouted: "Battalion commander! I don't need to rest, I'm going to stay here to fight devils and avenge the other Sentinel brothers who died in battle!! ”

Looking at a few sentry brothers on the city wall, the battalion commander shouted: "Okay, let you stay for revenge, but you have to pay attention to safety, the bullets of the little devil have eyes!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bullet from a Type 38 rifle flew past the ear of a battalion commander.

A hint of awe-in-depth flashed on his face, and the battalion commander subconsciously shrank his neck.

Quickly hiding behind the women's wall, the commander of the first battalion raised his voice and shouted: "Pay attention to concealment!" Listen to Lao Tzu's orders, and when the little devil reaches a distance of 50 meters, he will throw a grenade at Lao Tzu! ”

Hundreds of warriors hiding behind the women's wall replied, "Yes!"

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