"Captain, what are you doing with all those things you let us muddle? Why did the devil stop? In the trenches, Yang Dali asked Wang Liang in puzzlement. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He just followed the rebel tank cone drawn on Wang Liang's drawings, and he didn't know what this thing was for.

When he saw through the telescope that the devil's troops stopped and concentrated artillery fire to bombard the pile of strange things, Yang Dali understood that there was a way for this thing.

"Haha, that's an anti-tank cone. Don't look at it small, as long as this anti-tank cone is in front of you, the devil's tank won't be able to pass. "Wang Liang is in a good mood, this anti-tank cone has worked.

Wang Liang deliberately arranged for Yang Dali to do more, real and fake, and mixed it up.

The material of the real anti-tank cone is naturally reinforced concrete, and it takes half a day to dig the foundation to lay a foundation nearly one meter deep.

The fake anti-tank cone is made of plant ash, what is plant ash.

To put it bluntly, it is the ashes left over from the burning of the wood.

There's no shortage of this stuff, just a bunch of random ones, which just comes in handy.

Although there are a lot of reinforced concrete intercepted, only about a hundred anti-tank cones can be made, which is obviously not spectacular enough.

Of the more than a thousand anti-tank cones in front of the devils, more than nine hundred are fake.

However, after checking that the first few were true, the devil did not suspect him.

Believe that in front of you are thousands of anti-tank cones.

"This thing can stop the devil's tank?" Yang Dali couldn't believe it, the devil's tank was like a tiger, so fierce, this little muddy thing could block the tank, it was incredible.

Wang Liang just smiled slightly, then became serious again, and said, "Okay, the devil should make a detour later, go to your camp to keep an eye on, and prepare for battle." ”

"Okay." Yang Dali bent back to the position where his battalion was located.

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"Bastard, bastard, the Eighth Route Army will do such a dishonorable thing. Map, give me the map. Sakamoto couldn't help but scold.

Especially when I heard that the chief of staff of the 20th Division, Major General Kimura Hisazo, had ordered him to arrive at the Datong battlefield within six hours, and if he didn't get there, he would commit suicide.

It's all said and done, can't Saka be angry?

Is his team going to be slapped in the face this time?

No, he has to prove with his strength that Sakamoto United is invincible.

But what he didn't know was that he met Wang Liang, a generation of generals - Wang Liang.

The staff officer did not dare to waste time, and immediately pulled the map out of his briefcase and stretched it out on the hood of the truck.

Sakamoto used the handle of his knife to compare the direction on the map, and eventually, he determined the route.

Bypassing anti-tank cones and minefields, but this route is somewhat condescending, and it would be a bit tragic if there were troops in ambush on it.

However, at this time, Sakamoto could not manage so much, and if he had to reach Datong within 6 hours, the troops had to advance at full speed.

"Give me orders, change routes, and move forward from here. The tank squadron drove here, and then made a detour from this side. It's also a pass! Take action. If you can't reach Datong in six hours, all the officers will apologize for their crimes! Standing in front of several officers, Sakamoto pointed to the route with the hilt of his sword while distributing the pressure on his own to the officers.

After hearing the four words "self-judgment and apology" that the wing commander said at the end, the devil officers couldn't help but change their faces greatly.

Don't dare to despise this task anymore, and cheer up the spirit.

The troops are like this, if they say one thing or another, if they can't do it, they will really implement it, and they will implement it to the letter.

Japan, where militarism and dogmatism are deeply rooted, is no exception.

These officers don't want to die, let alone die by caesarean section.

"Hey!" The officers' last loud replies proved that they were about to exert their strength.

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At this moment, Wang Liang watched all this in the trenches, and sure enough, the devil left according to the plot he had set.

"Herald, let the howitzer gunner prepare, and when the devil's tank is within range, open fire, don't let me go of any of them, and change positions immediately after the fight." Wang Liang instructed the heralds who were waiting for his orders.

As for himself, he grabbed an M1924 Mauser rifle mounted on the scope and searched for prey.

In the absence of enemy troops, the tactics of the devils are always so one-dimensional, with the tanks advancing in front and the infantry following closely behind.

Boom, boom, boom, boom......

Six Krupp mountain guns, one PAK37 battle defense gun, a total of seven howitzers fired at the same time.

The record was good, seven shells hit five tanks.

This also means that the five tanks of the devil are declared scrapped.

With the experience of the operation of the last attack on Jindong City, plus a few days of running-in, the fighters in charge of the howitzer have become more and more smooth to operate.

The second round of shelling unfolded again.

Boom, boom, boom, boom......

Another shot.

But this time the devil's tank was frightened and began to move.

Naturally, the hit rate decreased, but even so, three cars were hit.

In this way, eight of the devil's tanks were crippled.

At the same time, Wang Liang's rifle was also aimed at a devil officer, and judging from the scope, he was a young man.

A distance of 900 meters, a wind speed of five meters per second...

Wang Liang silently calculated the data, and waited until he felt that it was about the same.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and although the bullet failed to hit the center of the eyebrows, it still pierced the head of the devil Shaozuo.

The M1924 Mauser rifle has a theoretical range of 2000 meters, of course, this is only a theoretical range, but it is still exported from Germany.

The ones copied by China in the later period have a range of 600 meters.

The original German version of the M1924 Mauser rifle is also effective at a range of one kilometer.

Obviously, the one who hit was the highest commander of the infantry behind the tank.

As soon as the supreme commander died, the devil soldiers were a little flustered.

A lieutenant tried to stabilize the soldiers.

But there was a bang-thump.

Ou Xiang, who had been brewing, also fired a shot.

Obviously, his marksmanship was a little inferior to Wang Liang, but he still hit the captain.

It was the chest that hit.

This kind of long-range sniping is not something that everyone can do.

From the moment the bullet is discharged, it begins to float at a distance of more than six hundred meters, which requires the shooter to carefully calculate various shooting parameters such as wind speed, humidity, wind direction, etc.

"Oh no, Wing Commander, the enemy has howitzers, eight of our tanks were destroyed. The captain of the 2nd Infantry Brigade and the deputy of the brigade were sniped. An officer ran to report to Sakamoto in a panic.

Obviously, judging by the performance of this officer, this situation is something they have never encountered.

(To be continued.) )