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

The artillery commanded by Jiang Yi received the information that the little devils had launched an attack on the 200th Division of the Expeditionary Force again, and carried out a covering artillery bombardment on the front of the position, killing and injuring the little devils attacking the 200th Division as much as possible. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Boom, boom......"

Looking at the little devil death squad advancing in front of the position, they fell into a dense artillery fire, and the little devils suffered heavy casualties, and everyone felt very relieved that the only remaining soldiers on the position of the second company felt very relieved.

"Boom, boom, it's better to blow the little devils into slag, the brothers in the province can't hold the position with such a small number of people!" Platoon Commander Li temporarily forgot about the fat man who did not listen to his orders, and immersed himself in the joy of the little devil being killed and wounded by a large number of artillery fire.

It's just that these little devils' death squads are not like the little devil soldiers who attacked before, panicked when they were shelled.

The little devil death squad accelerated its advance under the command of the little devil officer under the fierce Allied artillery fire.

The little devil machine gun that followed the advance of the death squad immediately set up a natural bunker formed by the terrain, and began to blindly suppress the position of the second company by point fire to cover the charge of his own death squad.

"Don't shoot, stabilize Lao Tzu, listen to Lao Tzu's orders!" Platoon Commander Li is not a white man, he understands the shortcomings of his brothers, and nine out of ten soldiers think that the training is insufficient, and the shooting level is simply 100 paces.

"Bang-" Gunshot!

As soon as Platoon Commander Li heard the direction of the gunshots, his feelings were emitted from his own position.

Oops, is it shit to be Lao Tzu's order?!

Platoon Commander Li was furious, turned his head to look in the direction of the gunshot, only to see that the "fat soldier" he had reprimanded just now was actually lying on the trench with his gun in his hand, and fired the Garand M1 in his hand again.

"Bang-" Gunfire again!

Platoon Commander Li was so angry that his nose was crooked, fuck, are you a dead fat man really as Lao Tzu's order is a piece of shit?

It's just that he also saw the surprised look of the third squad leader who was in charge of monitoring the fat man, and several brothers in the machine gun team, and he was a little puzzled.

The aiming posture of this fat soldier is enough to aim, and at first glance it is the soldier oil among the veterans.

By the time the fat man fired the Garand M1 in his hand again, Platoon Commander Li had already seen that in the little devil death squad, the little devil death squad officer holding a command knife fell down with the sound of gunfire.

"My land is good!" Platoon Commander Li exclaimed, his face was incredulous, he finally understood why the third squad leader didn't stop the fat man from shooting just now.

He made a visual inspection, and the little devil death squad was at least three hundred meters away from the position of the second company.

300 meters and one shot down, not a sniper rifle, what is this concept?

"Bang-" The Garand M1 in the fat man's hand rang again, and the officer of the little devil death squad three hundred meters away was reimbursed again.

......The crooked machine gunners who covered the charge of the little devil death squad were going crazy, shooting the positions of the second company frantically, trying to kill the Allied snipers with their luck.

Finally, after a few shots, the little devil machine gunner seemed to sense the position of the fat man, and several crooked handles took advantage of the long shooting distance and fired wildly at the trench area where the fat man was hiding.

The fat man immediately locked into the trench, and the monkey, the third squad leader, and the soldiers of the machine gun team were not slow, and they also shrank into the trench one after another, and the bullets fired on the trench bunker caused a curtain of bullets, and the sand and dust were everywhere.

Of course, the fat man did not stop, and directly moved the Garand M1 along the trench to the other side, then climbed into the bunker and continued to shoot the little devil with a gun.

"Bang-" The gunfire of the Garand M1 rang out again, this time the fat man was too lazy to shoot the officer of the imp death squad, he shot the little devil machine gunner.

In World War II, the greatest threat to soldiers was always machine guns!

What's more, the little devil's crooked handle has high accuracy and long range, and the fat man is very suspicious that it was the little devil's machine gunner who knocked off his steel helmet just now and was almost opened.

It is not the character of a fat man to have revenge, this Garand M1 has followed him for several years, he is simply too familiar with this gun, although his eyesight is just 300 meters away, and it is difficult to shoot the head, but there is no big physical problem with the shot.

This time, the fat man also learned well, in order to avoid discovering his location for the little devil, he invited several crooked shots to be killed by random shots, and he changed places after a few shots.

In addition to the monkeys, the third squad leader with the members of the machine-gun squad also moved with him.

"Talent!" Platoon Commander Li was no longer entangled in the fat man's shooting without his order, and praised in his heart.

Nonsense, three hundred meters away, one shot dumb and listening to the crooked handle of the little devil, and the pheasant's neck, how much pressure does it have to relieve the position of the second company?

The little devil death squad entered a distance of two hundred meters, and the fat man alone and with one gun, he killed six little devil death squad officers and twelve machine guns covering the attack of the little devil death squad.

Platoon Commander Li's anger and resentment towards the fat man also disappeared invisibly, before he really looked away, before, this fat man nested in the trench and smoked, which was to relax himself and let his body fight in the best state, not a cowardice at all.

Even at this moment, he was a little distracted, his attention was completely attracted by the fat man's skills and tactics, and he didn't even notice that the little devil death squad was only a hundred meters away from the position.

Fortunately, the soldier next to him reminded him that he returned to reality from his distraction!

"Stabilize Lao Tzu and prepare grenades, except for the fat man!" Platoon Commander Li yelled at the soldiers in the trenches, reminding himself and his brothers.

They don't have the means of fat people, all they can do is do everything they can, even if they pay with their lives, they have to hold their ground.

"Beat me hard!" When the little devil entered the firing distance of fifty meters, Platoon Commander Li gave an order, and the grenade that had been prepared in his hand had already been drawn, and then threw it towards the little devil who was only a few dozen meters ahead.

The fighters in the trenches threw out one after another, grenades that had already been prepared in their hands, and the grenades drew a parabola in the air and landed in the little devil death squad.

"Boom, boom, boom......" grenades exploded one after another, blowing up the little devil death squad to the point of urine.

The three machine guns on the position fired fiercely, and at a distance of fifty meters, there was no need for point fire at all.

With Thomson in the hands of the monkeys, the position of the second company had a density of fire equivalent to four machine guns.

The other fighters had already prepared a second grenade and threw it at the little devil death squad.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Boom ......"

The sound of machine gun fire accompanied by the explosion of grenades caused most of the little devil death squad that rushed to the front of the second company's position to suffer most casualties in an instant, and the rest were still fearless in their death-defying charge.

The little devil death squad of this squadron was killed by one-third of the artillery fire commanded by Jiang Yi, and another third was killed when it rushed to the front of the position, leaving more than sixty little devils.

The little devil death squad is still twenty or thirty meters away from the position, and this distance is the distance to prepare for hand-to-hand combat.

"Get on the bayonet!" Platoon Commander Li roared, and said in his heart, the time for the second company to coexist with the position is up, it's a pity that the fat soldiers with excellent marksmanship can kill a few more little devils......