The anti-tank trench, which was three meters wide and deep, was covered with a thin layer of earth with cloth, sheets, and branches, and was supported by a bamboo pole the size of a teacup, which turned into a trap.

This was supposed to pit the little devil Iron King Eight, but there is an anti-tank cone ahead, and the little devil Iron King Eight must clean up the anti-tank cone if he wants to rush over.

It was early in the morning, and the little devil naturally couldn't tell the truth from the fake, and took advantage of the dark night to attack, obviously wanting to let the infantry sneak into the positions of the 308th Division, clear the soldiers of the 308th Division, and let the sappers clear the anti-tank cones.

Iron King VIII was on the periphery of the anti-tank cone, covering the infiltration of the little devil infantry with artillery shelling and bluffing.

Hearing the movement of the heavy object falling from the anti-tank trench, the fat man immediately saw the plan of the little devil.

Speaking of playing yin, the little devil is not enough to lift his shoes.

It must have been a little devil who sneaked into the vicinity of the anti-tank trench, and in the dark night he couldn't see clearly the anti-tank trench that had been turned into a trap, and he stepped into the air and fell into the anti-tank trench.

Sure enough, after a while, there was a cry from the anti-tank trench that deliberately lowered his voice, he was amused in his heart, he knew that the anti-tank trench could also pit the little devil infantry, so he asked the soldiers of the 308th Division to dig a little deeper, and directly fell to death the little devil.

At a height of three meters, it was an unintentional fall, at most it was a fracture, most of the soft tissues were bruised, and it was difficult to move for a few days.

It's just that that's enough!

Then, there were "sparse noises" and "popping" sounds nearby, and there was no need to think about it, the little devils took advantage of the night to touch the infantry, and they fell into the tank trench one after another, and stepped on the cover covering the trench together.

"Throw a grenade where there's movement!" The fat man directly took off the grenade on his body. It was a shout to the soldiers of the 308th Division on the position.

This distance is also within ten meters. The two sides are out of sight. Only grenades and grenades are the best weapons to destroy the opponent.

If he didn't shout, remind the soldiers of the 308th Division that he was afraid that the little devil who fell into the anti-tank trench would take the first step and attack the soldiers of the 308th Division on the position with grenades.

Skillfully pulling out the safety pin of the grenade, he struck it on the steel helmet, and threw his hand at the place where the sound had just occurred.

"Boom ......", and the fire soared into the sky.

Then, the soldiers on the positions threw grenades into the anti-tank trenches. The explosions of "boom" and "boom" suddenly sounded in the anti-tank trenches in front of the entire position.

Although the fighters in the distance could not hear his shouts, they all threw grenades into the anti-tank trench one by one, and explosions and fires came one after another.

The little devil infantry who touched it poured blood mold, and before the person saw it, he was hit by a grenade, and the fashion was exhausted.

Even if there were a few who could fight back, throwing a grenade, they fell into the lightning protection ditch, and only one of the fighters lying on the mound bunker was unlucky, and was injured in the arm by the explosion of a single piece.

"Boom, boom......" when the 308th Division greeted the little devil infantry with grenades. The little devil seemed to find out that he was passively beaten, and Iron King Eight began to fight back. One side retreats.

The only four battle defense guns of the 308th Division returned fire after a long time, and they immediately changed positions, so that the little devil's Iron King Eight could not grasp the position of the battle defense guns.

The fat man sneered in his heart, engaged in sneak attacks, and infiltrated him, he is the ancestor of the little devil!

The eastern sky was exposed to the whiteness of the fish's belly, and the little devil's Iron King Eight all withdrew from the direct distance of the battle defense gun, and his line of sight could already be vaguely seen in the distance at this moment.

The two sides have temporarily ceased fire, awaiting more ferocious fighting.

Many soldiers leaned out from behind the mound of fortifications and looked into the anti-tank trenches, only to see the little devils lying in the sparse spots.

Some of the little devils who were not killed or wounded were struggling and wailing in the anti-tank trenches, and these soldiers took out their guns and shot one after another, and even the officers could not stop screaming, and they were all killed.

These soldiers never leave a living style, fat people like it!

The fat man lit his cigar and smoked it after sitting down on the mound.

Many soldiers looked at him differently, if it weren't for the anti-tank trench dug yesterday and a layer of camouflage covered, dealing with these little devils who sneaked up at night would definitely pay a great price.

Now they can still live, so that they both admire and appreciate the fat man.

So much so that when the Huotou Army arrived at the land with breakfast, the regiment commander in charge of his position personally helped him make a bowl of braised pork with a lunch box, and took four snow-white white bread and sent them over diligently.

"Brother, eat!" With a smile on his face, the regiment leader handed him the lunch box.

The fat man looked up and saw that this person was the one who asked him to dig an anti-tank trench yesterday, and this thing was full of complaints, and at this moment he saw him with a look of admiration on his face.

He put the cigar aside, rubbed his hands on his clothes and took the lunch box, not bothering to wash up, the battle would start again at any moment.

"Brother, the infantry of the anti-tank trench at night has made a fuss for the little devils, all of them have been exposed, and the little devils will definitely find the anti-tank cone greasy during the day, if the little devil tank shoots in front of the anti-tank trench, if it doesn't come up, we won't be able to win!" The head of the regiment asked him, and the smile on his face was even more exaggerated at this moment.

"Are you afraid of what? Wait for the little devil Iron King Eight to come up, listen to the fat master's orders! He glanced at the head of the regiment and began to eat and drink by himself.

"Oh." The regiment commander hurriedly responded, and then went back to the regiment headquarters for breakfast.

After he nibbled on two steamed buns, Division Commander Feng came over with a roast chicken in his hand and a division staff officer, officer, and guard.

"Boy, eat?!" Master Feng saw him nibbling on steamed buns and braised pork, and asked in a daze.

"Don't you see?" He was too lazy to do this, and his eyes were staring at the roast chicken in Master Feng's hand.

"Haha, thanks to you kid, the battle in the early morning fought well! This is a reward for you! Master Feng laughed and handed him the roast chicken in his hand.

He didn't squeak, he called Jiang Lai, who had been beside him, to come over, tore off a chicken leg from the roast chicken and handed it to Jiang Lai, and then stuffed the remaining roast chicken to Jiang Lai, and said, "Go, give the rest of the roast chicken to Kong Ning and Zhou Youfu." ”

"What about you?" Jiang Lai asked in a daze.

"The fat man found out that you are not a verbose person? Just go! The fat man stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth and glanced at Jiang Lai.

"Go ahead!" Senior Feng looked at him with a smile, patted Jiang Lai's shoulder, and said.

Jiang Lai gritted his teeth, turned around and took the roast chicken to find Kong Ning and Zhou Youfu.

"Boy, tell me, how should we fight during the day?" Division Commander Feng did not say anything about the problems exposed by the anti-tank trenches, because he could see the situation of the position.

For a person as calculating as a fat man, he must have already had a countermeasure, so he asked him directly.

"It's very simple...... the fat man said while chewing on the steamed buns: "Old thing, get some water for the fat man first!" ”

Division Commander Feng was stunned, smiled helplessly, and immediately asked the guard to borrow the kettle and hand it to him.

He took a sip of water, and then said: "The old thing immediately ordered that all four battle defense guns be transferred to the regiment defending the road, and the two regiments on the high ground on both sides should first get all the corpses of the little devils in the anti-tank trenches." ”

"Okay, I'll give the order right away!" Although Division Commander Feng couldn't guess what he was calculating, he always felt that this fat man would never let himself suffer, so he immediately asked the herald to go to the two regiments to give orders.

After a while, some of the soldiers of the two regiment commanders stopped to eat breakfast and went down to the anti-tank trench to get the corpse of the little devil, and Division Commander Feng asked again: "What's next?" ”

"Let your brothers, hide the little devil's steel helmet out of the little devil's sight, and let the little devil's corpse lie on the bunker one by one, exposing his head."

"Let the brethren take off their steel helmets and military hats, and put them on the heads of the corpses of the little devils, and let the little devils take your guns."

The fat man continued: "When the little devil starts to attack, the light and heavy weapons on the position are greeted, and when the little devil Iron King Eight arrives at nearly five hundred meters, the two regiments on the high ground withdraw one hundred meters!" ”

After speaking, he didn't bother to pay attention to the onlookers of Master Feng and his cadres, and continued to eat, people are iron rice and steel, and he is hungry and panicked if he doesn't eat a meal!

"What kind of play are you, boy?" Senior Commander Feng glared, confused.

He still didn't bird Master Feng, he ate his own steamed buns and braised pork, he was too lazy to explain, and there was no need to explain.

Believe in the fat man, and you will have eternal life!

Senior Commander Feng looked at him with an unfathomable look, leaned over with a cheeky face, and whispered, "Boy, tell me, why are you arranging it like this?" ”

The fat man swallowed a mouthful of steamed buns, raised his head, glanced at Senior Commander Feng, and scolded: "You old thing is an elm pimple, and you are embarrassed to lead the troops?!" ”

"Hehe......" Senior Commander Feng laughed extremely embarrassed, and he was embarrassed.

The staff officers, officers, and guards next to him were dumbfounded, and dared to scold Division Commander Feng for his elm pimple, this is the first person...... (To be continued.) )