"Battalion Commander Fan has gone to the front!"

It's pretty much the same, and I finally didn't lose the face of my artillery regiment! "Let's go, follow me to the front!" As the supreme commander of the artillery regiment, Fan Berlin thought that it was necessary for him to go to the front to personally observe the enemy's situation, even if he had to report to the military seat, he couldn't just say that he had encountered a devil, and he didn't know anything else, right?

"Little Five, how is it?" Behind a small dirt slope, the artillery commander found Fan Xianglin. This major battalion commander, who has always cleaned up neatly and pays more attention to his personal image, is now covered in either mud or water, and he is very embarrassed.

"The troops fought very hard, and the casualties among the soldiers were relatively large!" Fan Xianglin saw the head of the regiment and showed a wry smile.

Speaking of which, there are a lot of veterans in his battalion, but these veterans basically don't have any combat experience, and the most they usually do is the work of moving boxes and pushing artillery carts, which is purely a group of porters! Compared with recruits, in addition to being more disciplined, when it comes to fighting, there is no superiority of veterans at all!

"How many casualties?" Fan Bolin's expression also became serious, he knew better than anyone the foundation of the infantry battalion of the artillery regiment, and he usually had little training, and he, the regiment commander, played a decisive role in it.

"Before we have time to count, it is estimated that there are close to two hundred wounded, and I am afraid that there are sixty or seventy dead soldiers." When he said this, the infantry battalion commander's voice was a little low, those soldiers who were killed and wounded were all his soldiers! "Commander, be careful!" Fan Xianglin suddenly shouted, stretched out his arm around Fan Xiaosi and rolled to the ground. "Boom!" A careful shell exploded a dozen paces away from them, it was a grenadier canister.

"Phew! Bah! Fan Xiaosi stood up and wanted to pat the soil on his body, but he slapped the mud in his hand, feeling that the muddy water had been splashed in his mouth just now, and he spat a few mouthfuls of foam. You kid, think, murdered Lao Tzu? ”

The image of the wise and martial arts of the Tuanzuo Lord was completely destroyed, although he knew that Camp Commander Fan was protecting himself just now, but he was still angry in his heart, and stretched out his foot to kick Fan Xianglin's thigh, but heard "Oops! A scream.

"You bastard little five, pretend to be ...... for Lao Tzu, huh? You're hurt? As soon as he scolded for half a sentence, he saw that Camp Commander Fan was trying to sit up with his hands on his thighs, and there were red blood stains seeping out between his fingers. Fan Bolin's kick just now, even if it didn't hit the wound, it was not too far from the wound!

People just saved their lives, but they treat others like this! Even Van Berlin, who has always been strong, feels a little embarrassed. When I looked around, I just saw a paramedic wearing a red cross armband twenty meters away from them, "Hygienist! Come here! "The artillery commander shouted and gestured, and the medical soldier came at a trot." Bandage your battalion commanders! ”

Raising his body and looking forward, the smoke was filled, except for the bright light of the bullets flying, and the shadowy figures, which were the wounded who were carried down every once in a while.

"How many devils are there? What is the number? "Van Bolin took the binoculars off the neck of the infantry battalion commander, and they were all wounded, and it was useless to bring them with him. I was in a hurry, and I forgot to bring the telescope, which is just right.

"There are more than three hundred people in one squadron." Fan Xianglin lowered his head so that it would be easier for the regiment commander to get the telescope. Three hundred devils, five hundred soldiers on his side, can't resist the devils, it's a little embarrassing to say.

"Report to the military seat, the artillery regiment has been attacked by the Japanese army, and the Japanese army has a reinforced squadron size!" Fan Berlin commanded the correspondent beside him with a tense face. Although the report is not very good, since he has roughly figured out the changes on the battlefield, it is necessary to report to the military seat.

"The whole regiment of ammunition soldiers has been transferred to me!" Just relying on the infantry battalion to fight the devils here, it seems a bit mysterious, and Van Berlin decided to transfer his ammunition troops to participate in the battle.

The ammunition men of the artillery regiment add up to three or four hundred, which is quite a lot, but the combat level of these people is not as good as the porters of the infantry battalion! Although the main work of the infantry battalion is usually the work of porters, they always have to conduct military training every once in a while. What about these ammanators? In addition to carrying artillery shells, military training was pitiful. When these soldiers go to the battlefield, except for shooting and throwing grenades, other military actions are basically the same as those of recruits.

The ammunition soldiers went to the front, and Commander Fan also followed to the front. If these troops all collapse, his artillery regiment will be finished! Van Berlin thinks he must go to the front and fight with the fighters! As for the infantry battalion commander, his own family, Fan Xianglin, was all wounded, and of course he had to be sent to a field hospital for treatment. The medics on the battlefield can only bandage the wounds, and they are not responsible for performing surgery to remove shrapnel.

Before going to the battlefield, Van Berlin gave one last order, and the remaining personnel of the artillery regiment, including gunners, men, handymen, and all non-combatants of the regiment, were all ready for battle.

Of course, this would not happen, how could Gao Quan let his precious gunners die on such a face-to-face battlefield? Just when Fan Berlin led his soldiers to shoot at the devils in the line of fire, Jin Hu led the mobile detachment to kill!

A medium tank at the head, three light tanks followed, followed by two hundred bicycles and more than twenty troop carriers, and the mobile detachment stabbed at it diagonally like a sharp bayonet!

It's not like Jin Hu has done this once or twice, since the day the mobile detachment was formed, almost every time his chariot appeared in this way. Listening to the cheers of our soldiers on the battlefield and looking at the panicked appearance of the devils, Jin Hu's heart couldn't stop fluttering. Not long after the wedding, it was the time when the spring breeze was proud, and Captain Jin even went to the battlefield with a smile on his face.

"Report to the military seat, our detachment is progressing smoothly and has successfully contained the Japanese attack!" Through the on-board radio, Jinhu reported to Gaoquan in real time.

"Well done, Golden Tiger! Work harder, intersperse a few times, and strive to break up the devils as soon as possible! "Gao Quan doesn't ask for all the devils to be wiped out, as long as they are dispersed. He has other more important things to do, the two divisions and one brigade of the 500 Army are waiting for him in Piaofeng Ridge, how can he have the kung fu to entangle with this inexplicable devil squadron here?

"Understood!" Turning off the radio, Jin Hu knocked out one of the devil's grenadiers that was about to be launched, and the two devils who were operating the grenadiers were also blown into pieces. "Tubu! Sudden Sudden Rush! "After the cannon shot, the tank restarted and rushed towards the group of devils with strafing all the way.

"Rush!" The roar of the mountains and tsunamis sounded, the trumpet of the charge was blown, and the soldiers of the artillery regiment began to charge.