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In the end, the fat man "reluctantly" ordered Keith and Potter to carry out this fateful mission to warn the troops in advance.

Keith and Porter, leading several American GIs, in addition to weapons, also carried sapper shovels and a walkie-talkie, taking advantage of the little devil's night attack before it began, rushed out of the trenches, according to the fat man's requirements, went out of the position 60 meters, found a suitable bush for hiding, and began to dig foxholes with the sapper shovels in their hands.

In a short time, a foxhole for only two people had been dug, and then Keith and Porter led the American GIs to weave a ballade out of weeds and dead branches.

In the end, Keith and Porter entered the foxhole with weapons and radios and squatted, and the other American GIs covered the foxhole with camouflage baffles, pressed mud on it, covered it with weeds and dead branches, and repaired the area around the foxhole, and restored it to its original appearance.

If you don't pay attention, you really can't find that there are two people hiding here, plus the cover of the night, the sneak attack of the little devil will find the foxhole, unless he has sharp eyes.

When everything was ready, the American GIs who set off together retreated to their positions one after another, told the fat man about the situation, and the fat man smiled and began to ask Filip to let the American GIs start to set up the positional fire points, and prepare grenades and grenades.

Not only is the position of the foreign brigade of the hooligan detachment preparing for the station, but the entire 200th Division of the Expeditionary Force is busy, and every brigade, regiment, battalion, company, and even platoon has arranged positions to prevent sneak attacks by little devils.

Division Commander Dai also informed Brigadier General Lauren of the 7th Armored Brigade of the Indo-Burmese Army and Zhang Liguo of the Rogue Detachment of the little devils preparing to attack the position of the 200th Division of the Expeditionary Force.

So throughout the first half of the night, the forward positions of the Allied forces on the Eastern Front were secretly preparing for a night attack on the positions of the 200th Division, although this was not about the Seventh Armored Brigade and the Rogue Detachment of the Indo-Burmese Army, but it was always right to take precautions.

As the minutes passed, the forward positions of the Allied forces on the Eastern Front were kept on duty by the sentinels during the wartime as usual, while the others were squatting in the trenches, preparing for the sneak attack of the little devils.

In the early hours of the morning, the expected night attack had not yet taken place, and it was the foreign brigade of the hooligan detachment that could not bear it first.

"It's past one o'clock in the morning, why hasn't the Japanese devil come yet?"

"Numb, is the 'fat man' fooling us?"

"Sleepy, sleepy, if the devil doesn't come again, I have to sleep on my stomach for a while!"

On the "......" position, the restless American GIs whispered earnestly, complaining that the little devil had not yet come, making them wait in vain, and some people were questioning the fat man's decision.

"Shut up, whoever is making a sound, I, Fili, will definitely enforce battlefield discipline and shoot him with a deserter!" Fili scolded in a low voice.

Although it was a low voice, it spread far at night, and immediately silenced the American GIs in the trenches.

Of course, all the talk of the American GI could not hide from the fat man, and do not forget that his hearing is much better than that of ordinary people.

The fat man is also suspicious, could he have guessed wrong, shouldn't he?

Unless the little devil is also ready to take advantage of the law of the human body to sleep, and launch a sneak attack in the early morning when the human body sleeps the deadliest.

It's already past one o'clock in the morning, and I'm afraid the little devil chooses to take advantage of the best time to sneak attack in the dark to come to the future.

Sure enough, at two o'clock in the morning, Keith and Porter, who were lurking sixty meters ahead, heard three taps on the earpiece through the walkie-talkie.

"Knock knock knock......" The sound is slight, but the fat man with excellent hearing stays next to the communication soldier, this is the signal agreed with Keith and Porter in advance, as long as they find the little devil, they will tap the walkie-talkie earpiece three times as a signal.

If you open your mouth to report and lurk in an environment surrounded by little devil soldiers, isn't that looking for death?

There is no doubt that the little devil touched it silently.

"Fire!" The fat man shouted, the man was already lying on the trench bunker, and the Garand M1 in his hand had been erected.

......At this moment, the captains of the foreign brigade fired flares into the sky in front of them, and a flare emitting a strong light pierced the inky sky and slowly rose.

Under the light of the flares, there is nothing to hide!

At the front of the position, a group of little devils were holding 38 big covers, cats, leaking incomprehensible expressions, their actions were extremely hidden, how could they be discovered by the allies?

"Da Da Da ......"

Almost at the same time, the light and heavy machine guns and submachine guns that had been prepared in advance poured fire on the front.

The little devils who were caught off guard were shot and fell to the ground, and the wheat pushed by the Kubota combine harvester was planted in pieces.

This was just the beginning, and just as the little devil was swept away by the fire, countless grenades and grenades flew out of the position.

The explosion of the "boom, boom......" grenade was like a cluster of brilliant fireworks in the dark, which was very beautiful.

The network of machine guns and submachine guns formed a curtain of light in the night, which was beautiful and fatal.

The rumbling explosions were mixed with the strafing sound of machine guns and submachine guns, and this night sneak attack led by little devils was supposed to be a plan, but when it came to the end, it suddenly changed its taste.

It was not their enemies who were killed, but themselves!

The fat man had already thrown aside the Garand M1 in his hand, and personally carried a box of grenades to the bunker, but threw it at the little devil in front of him.

In the dark, area-of-effect weapons are more lethal, and single-shot rifles are completely devoid of grenades and grenades.

At this moment, Keith and Potter, who were cowering in the foxhole, could only resign themselves to fate, if they dared to come out of the hidden foxhole, the little devils who were whimpering and mourning by their comrades could swallow them alive.

They can only pray that their lives will be better, and that their comrades' grenades and grenades will not be called to this position, or that madman Jiang Yi will not order the indiscriminate shelling of the little devils on the battlefield, otherwise their lives will be in danger.

After all, machine gun and submachine gun strafing were flat fire, and as long as the two of them squatted in the foxhole, they would not have to worry about their lives.

Of course, it is best not to let the little devils find out where they are hiding, this is the safest.

In fact, the two of them were too worried, at this moment the little devils were whining and wailing by the firepower of the foreign brigade, and they didn't have time to check the surrounding environment, plus it was night, they either charged desperately with casualties, or retreated in disgrace.

Soldiers who want to stay within a distance of fifty or sixty meters under the fierce firepower, and still be able to see the surrounding environment carefully, unless they are invulnerable......