The fat man again arrived at the position of the 200th Division of the Expeditionary Force, this time in the position where the foreign brigade of the rogue detachment was stationed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

These American GIs had never experienced night battles, and besides, the position of the Second Company had been defended by a fresh force, so he was not worried, he was worried that the foreign brigade, which was dominated by American GIs, would be beaten by sneak attacks in the night battle and lose its armor.

"Your Excellency, Brigadier General!" Captain Fili, who had been informed by the sentry, hurried over with his lieutenant and saluted the fat man in the dark.

Captain Fili was very grateful to the fat man, if it wasn't for the fat man who took him out of the Anglo-Burmese army, how could he have joined the rogue detachment to see this invincible and glorious army.

"Well, take the fat master to your position for a walk." The fat man nodded and said to Captain Fili.

Although Captain Fili was very puzzled by him, the commander, who ran to the position in the middle of the night, he still followed his orders and led him into the position of the foreign brigade.

In the trenches of the position, American soldiers in groups of three or five were holding guns, steel helmets resting on their heads, lying in the trenches and resting, without any vigilance at all.

Before coming, Captain Fili sent out the open and dark sentinels to cooperate, but the vigilance of those sentries was completely scum, and it was not until he and the monkey appeared in front of him that the sentry spotted him and the monkey.

Needless to say, these American GIs are accustomed to a truce at night, and if they are as vigilant as scum, fortunately he was the first to appear on the position of the foreign brigade, not the little devil.

The fat man and the monkey came to the position, looked at the piles of resting American soldiers, even the monkeys frowned, and whispered to him: "Uncle, this group of Yankees is too vigilant at night, and they even sleep in the trenches with guns in their arms, if the little devils touch them, they will easily kill them!" ”

The monkey's words are not unreasonable, the same is the night rest in wartime, and the hooligan detachment in wartime sleeps on its back on the trench bunker, and can shoot when it turns over.

And this group of Yankees for their own comfort, all lie in the flat trench to rest, not only is it not conducive to detecting the abnormal situation, but also when they encounter a sneak attack by little devils, their reaction is also slow.

If you are slow on the battlefield, you will have to pay the price with your life.

"Captain Fili, get your soldiers up!" The fat man gave an order.

At this time, it is impossible to teach these American GIs how to rest in vigilance, so they can only rush up to prevent the night attack of the little devils.

Filip immediately led the officers of the Foreign Brigade, a few Brits, and Kudeller, Case, and Porter to wake up the American GIs sleeping in the trenches.

After a day of fighting, the physical strength and energy were greatly consumed, and many American GIs complained, but as soon as they heard that their brigadier general fat man was coming, even if they didn't want to get up, they got up and stood in line to wait for the fat man's next order.

"Now, listen to the fat man's orders, whether you want to or not, now enter the combat readiness position, hold the gun in your hand, and aim ahead!" The fat man didn't want to roar, but he didn't roar at this group of American GIs.

Many people complained about the fat man's orders, but fortunately, the squad leader and squadron leader of this group of American GIs were all trained by him in the United States, and even if they resisted, they were reluctant to complete his orders.

The fat man was scolding his mother, and at the same time, he was glad that the little devil didn't touch it at this time.

He originally wanted Kong Ning, who was on the periphery of the battlefield, to lead a mobile brigade to attack the little devil's military camp at night, but if he did this, maybe the little devil's sneak attack tonight might die.

Since he had already guessed that the little devil would come at night, why bother to disrupt the little devil's plan in one fell swoop.

To deal with night attacks, as long as there are enough flares, the enemy will find out first, and only the little devils will suffer.

This flare cannot be fired in advance, and the best time is just for the little devil to reach the machine gun strafing on the position, and the best projection distance from grenades and grenades.

Everyone understands that the closer the distance, the smaller the ballistic promenade of the machine gun, the only way to strafe is the hit rate and threat.

Therefore, at a distance of fifty or sixty meters, it is the best distance to find the little devil who touches it, and below this distance, once the fire intensity is lower than the number of little devils, it is possible for the little devils to rush to the position.

Beyond this distance, the strafing trajectory of machine guns and submachine guns is large, and it exceeds the projection distance of ordinary wartime grenades and grenades, so it cannot instantly inflict a large amount of damage on the little devils.

So the fat man decided on one thing!

"Uncle, you can't go!"

"Your Excellency, you can't go!"

"Oh my God, Your Excellency, this is a mission to find death, you are our commander, you must not go!"

"Your Excellency, you are the former commander-in-chief of the Allied forces on the Eastern Front, and the position is still counting on you, your approach is too risky!"

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When the fat man spoke out about his actions, not only did the monkeys object, but Captain Filip, Kudeller, Keith, and Potter all objected.

How can there be a commander who personally shows the police?

Not to mention that it is easy to be discovered by little devils, even if it really fights, it will also expose itself to bullets and explosions, which is really the result of nine deaths.

"The fat man is not going, are you going?" The fat man looked at the soldiers under his hands, and sneered in his heart, these gringos, it is impossible not to provoke.

Although this mission is very dangerous, there is also a great chance of survival, since it is a war, how can there be immortals?

"Uncle, I'll go!" The monkey immediately said, let the monkey come to the dangerous thing, and don't let the uncle go, which is what the second master repeatedly explained before leaving.

"You?" He looked at the monkey and smiled, but the darkness believed the meaning of his smile.

The monkey nodded hurriedly.

"No way!" The fat man categorically vetoed it, this time it was to force the gringos of the foreign brigade to come out and be warriors.

The monkey was dumbfounded, and Keith on the side suddenly said to the fat man: "Your Excellency, that time, as our instructor, you trained us, you used weeds (Artemisia annua) to save me from heat stroke, I thank you for saving your life, my life was given by His Excellency Brigadier General, this task, I will go!" ”

The fat man's aggressive method finally worked, and this thing deliberately pondered.

"No! With such a dangerous mission, how could the fat man let his soldiers go? The fat man sighed brazenly and categorically, in fact, he was pretending to be with this group of American soldiers.

"Your Excellency the Brigadier General is competing for such a dangerous task, how can we be embarrassed by the soldiers!"

"Let me come, Your Excellency Brigadier General's life is more important than ours!"

"Let me come, it's a big deal to throw my life in a damn place!"

"Your Excellency, let me come, even if I die, the American people will remember my contribution to the anti-fascist war!"

“……”

For a time, everyone in the presence of the American GIs scrambled to be the first, and a thousand words were combined into one sentence: "Your Excellency, Commodore General, you rest, let me come......