The anti-tank trench, three meters wide and three meters deep, reinforced with logs, was next to the bunker with a mound of dirt, and the fat man was right behind it.

The distance is very close, that is, the relationship between up and down, so Zhou Youfu's grenade does not need to be thrown.

This frightened the officers of the 308th Division who were watching him build a lightning protection ditch, and they all used their strength to turn around and run, escaping from the range of the explosion and lying on the spot.

Even Division Commander Feng, the old soldier, immediately reacted and ran seven or eight meters away, and then a fish jumped, and his body fell heavily to the ground, embarrassed.

At this moment, the 308th Division completely blew up the nest, and everyone's hearts were shocked, it was really ruthless every year, and this year was particularly ruthless!

With a "snap", the grenade drew a perfect parabola in the air, landed at his feet, and rolled into the lightning protection ditch along the slope under his feet.

He took a cigar in his mouth, his face was calm, and he quickly squatted down without hurrying.

"Dead fat!" I don't know why, everyone is hiding, Jiang Lai didn't hide, but ran wildly in the direction of the fat man, but unfortunately the distance was too far, in vain!

Hearing this exclamation, he raised his head in surprise and glanced at Jiang Lai, who rushed towards him, he saw the unusual thing in Jiang Lai's eyes, and shivered all over, this is not a good phenomenon!

With a "boom", the little devil's grenade that rolled into the lightning protection ditch exploded, bursting into a cloud of gunsmoke, blocking everyone's sight, and they didn't know whether the fat man was dead or alive.

When the smoke cleared, the group was dumbfounded, only to see the fat man cursing in his mouth and getting up, and draining the dirt from his body with both hands.

Is this thing all right?

Senior Commander Feng got up, his face full of surprise. The fat man seemed confident in his trenches. That's how dare you play really. The gall is also fattened!

"Pass on, pass on my order, use the ditch dug by this fat man as a blueprint, and dig a ditch for Lao Tzu!" Division Commander Feng got up, patted the dirt and said to the officers nearby.

He can see the way, this lightning protection ditch is good, and this fat man is ruthless enough to himself!

Seeing that the fat man was jumping around, Jiang Lai stopped, a little stunned. Only then did I realize that I was really crazy just now, and I would actually care about the safety of this dead fat man, this situation should not be!

At this moment, it was already dark, and Division Commander Feng asked to light a bonfire to illuminate the position, and let the soldiers dig a lightning protection ditch with the light, and the rest of the soldiers used branches and quilts to spread on the anti-tank trench, and then sprinkled soil to make traps.

Division Commander Feng took the fat man and his party back to the division headquarters for dinner. The movements of the little devil are naturally the scouts of the brave leader, who have just finished dinner at the headquarters. I received the information brought back by He Yong.

The little devil mixed the little devil infantry with the chariot brigade, and just arrived in front of the position of the 308th Division, because it was night, it was naturally appropriate for the little devil to break through the defense line of the 308th Division during the day, so he did not attack, and camped on the spot to hold on to the 308th Division.

"Commander, I took the brothers in the camp to get a little devil at night?" He Yong volunteered to ask Master Feng, the little devil was in front of him, and if he didn't do it, he was uncomfortable.

Master Feng wanted to agree to He Yong, but when he thought of the fat man's ability, he didn't directly agree to He Yong, but asked him, "Boy, what do you think?" ”

"Battalion Commander He can imagine it, but the little devil can't think of it?" He said with a smirk.

It's not that he is full of He Yong's IQ, the reason is very simple, everyone wants to use a small group of strange soldiers to attack the opponent's team at night, take the opportunity to take advantage, even if they can't take advantage, they also toss the opponent's soldiers can't sleep at night.

The little devil has the advantage of chariots and firepower, and he is not in a hurry to attack, which is very abnormal, and he guessed that the little devil may attack the position of the 308th Division at night.

"You kid has a point, order all the members of the reserve regiment to enter the position, they come to duty at night, they all polish their eyes, if the little devil comes, Lao Tzu will let none of his brutes escape!" Senior Commander Feng gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

The herald immediately went to deliver the order, and he discussed tomorrow's battle with Division Commander Feng again.

Light and heavy machine guns must not leak out easily, otherwise they will be easily hit, and they must wait until the little devils advance to within 100 meters before they can shoot.

The eight mortars are scattered, but the artillery fire needs to be concentrated in the direction of the little devil's main attack, and one shot will change the place, otherwise once the little devil's artillery discovers these mortars, the eight mortars of the 308th Division, there will be a catastrophe.

Although the continuous firepower is not strong in this way, there is no way to do it.

The battle defense artillery is mainly responsible for knocking out the little devil's Iron King Eight, and it is necessary to change the position when one shot.

However, the heavy machine guns and anti-aircraft guns were relatively heavy, so they could only be carried to death.

The mortars were also heavy, but that wasn't the point of the battle, and the mortar shells made him happy.

These mortar shells are similar to the principle of the little devil grenade, they are also detonated, and they can also be fired by hand, so much more powerful than grenades and grenades.

The thin-skinned iron king of the little devil was hit by a shot, and it was almost the same if he didn't lie down.

Therefore, the fat man asked He Yong to transfer a company of soldiers from the special battalion to form a death squad, let them carry a mortar shell in their hands, teach them how to use mortar shells, and then tell them the tactics of blowing up tanks and armored vehicles.

"If the little devil Butan attacks together, the light and heavy machine guns, rifles and pistols of the whole division must be fired only if the little devil infantry is within 100 meters, and the gun must be fired at full power!"

"Four battle defense guns, only responsible for destroying the little devil Iron King Eight!"

"Eight mortars are scattered, remember to shoot one, change positions, play freely, and focus on eliminating the little devil infantry!"

The fat man said to Division Commander Feng about his tactics: "After the little devil tank fell into the anti-tank trench, He Yong's death squad knocked and triggered the mortar shell, and threw it at the Iron King Eight who fell into the anti-tank trench!" ”

"If you can't blow it up, wait to repel the little devil infantry, blow it up with bundles of grenades, explosive packs!" At this moment, he was also ruthless, gritting his teeth.

Senior Commander Feng nodded, he had the illusion that he was just a soldier at the moment, listening to the commander's lecture.

It's just that this fat man does have a bit of a doorway, his heart is alive again, and he smiled at the fat man: "Boy, how about it, come to Lao Tzu's 308 Division, there are little devils to fight!" ”

"Just the little devils of this brigade and the chariot of a brigade in front of you?" The fat man glanced at Senior Commander Feng and said, "The fat man will tell you this old thing, the fat man has defeated the little devils of one wing, and now he is still ready to fight with the little devils of the two wings?" ”

"Bragging, huh!?" Master Feng was stunned, and he was not afraid to flash his tongue when he said big things, who wouldn't blow nonsense?

also defeated one wing, and you have to fight hard with two wings, do you think you are a Super Saiyan?

The fat man looked at Master Feng with disbelief, rolled his eyes, and was too lazy to ...... (To be continued.) )

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