The shelling lasted an hour before stopping, and it was the heaviest artillery fire ever suffered from the Flying Army. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When the fat man came out of the tunnel, he looked at it and was startled.

I saw that all the soil dug in the trenches was flattened in this shelling, and even the anti-mine ditches were full of pictures, and many trenches were shelled, and even the anti-mine ditches and trenches were bombarded beyond recognition.

The trenches can only be cut so much to meet the needs of the battle, Jia Daodao, Sai Laohu, Li Liu, and Uncle Biao are organizing soldiers to quickly repair the trenches, because in front, the little devils who launched an attack have already approached the position.

"Prepare for battle!" The fat man shouted, quickly rushed to the newly repaired trench, set up the Garand M1, and aimed at the approaching little devil.

"Damn, I'm afraid that a wing will attack this time!" Xiao Banshan glanced at the little devils who slowly touched the highlands, and saw that around the highlands, within a range of three hundred and six degrees, the little devils began to climb up densely.

Looking through the binoculars, the rear of the little devil infantry was followed by several 92 infantry guns that followed the infantry.

The little devils specially used the 92 infantry guns to get close to the bombardment machine gun fire point, and formed a close and neutral match with the grenadier canister, which posed a great threat to the machine gun fire point on the position.

The fat man observed the firepower of the attacking little devils, and he knew that once this wing was defeated, then the flying army would be under the fire of the little devils again.

"Report to my uncle and master, the casualties of the shelling just now have been counted, and the soldiers who died are fifty-three, thirty-two people are seriously injured, and sixty-eight people are lightly injured!" At this time, Xiao Banshan's deputy came to report.

"So much?" Xiao Banshan was slightly stunned.

The fat man frowned, although the casualties were still within an acceptable range, but for every soldier who was killed or wounded, he was in pain, digging tunnels, just to reduce the casualties of the shelling, but he didn't expect the casualties to be so high.

"Isn't the pit we're digging working?" Xiao Banshan Zou Mei asked.

Before that, there was no tunnel casualty rate that was about the same, which is a bit strange.

"The main thing is that the tunnel does not have logs and other timber to support the pit, and when the little devil's shell explodes, the tunnel shook so badly that some soldiers were worried that the tunnel would collapse and rushed out of the tunnel during the shelling, so they ......," the deputy sighed.

The fat man and Xiao Banshan turned their heads to look at each other, and they finally understood that it was not that the pit did not work, but that some soldiers lacked confidence in the pit when they used it for the first time, which caused heavy casualties.

"In the shelling of the little devils, one of our tunnels collapsed, and seven soldiers were ......buried alive," the deputy's words struck the hearts of the two again.

Judging from the use of tunnels, the tunnels have reduced casualties, but the tunnels that have not been reinforced have the possibility of collapsing under the repeated bombardment of the little devils, and the pros and cons are obvious.

But the advantages of tunnels and the use of double-layer trench anti-artillery outweigh the disadvantages!

In the shelling just now, a tunnel collapsed, and seven soldiers were buried alive, if all of them were lying in the lightning protection ditch against the little devil's cannon, the casualties might be much higher than now.

"Uncle, the little devil is here!" The soldier next to him cautionally reminded him.

The fat man no longer thinks about the casualties, the distance of the little devil has entered four hundred meters, if he wants to fight, this distance of the flying army can also exert combat effectiveness, but habit dictates, it is his favorite way to fight closer.

The best distance is within 200 meters, and the marksmanship of both sides can be fully exerted at this distance, but the flying army is on the defensive side, lying on the trench and only exposing its head to shoot, the bomb area is small, and the personnel shoot fixedly, occupying a natural advantage.

And the little devil is the attacker, the bomb area is the whole body, and it is also a shooting in motion, the hit rate is discounted, and he is at a disadvantage.

What's more, every soldier of the flying army is fed with bullets, even if the artillery brigade, logistics brigade and mule brigade, although they are not the main force, but everyone has experienced thousands of rounds of ammunition training, which is twice the average of about 1,800 rounds of ordinary little devil soldiers.

Even the fighters of the mule heavy, artillery and logistics brigades generally have a much better level of shooting than the little devils.

"Go, inform Jiang Yi, give the fat man the 92 infantry cannon that the little devil came to bombard with the team, and the sniper will knock out the little devil grenadier, and wait until the little devil enters a hundred meters, and the other soldiers will call the fat man to death!" What the fat man is afraid of is the ability of the little devil to clear the firepower points of the flying army.

The approaching 92 infantry guns, as well as the grenadiers that charged with the team, were the nemesis of the heavy machine gun fire point of the flying army.

Because of the Makqin water-cooled heavy machine gun, the whole gun weighed 100 pounds including the tripod and water, plus the ammunition, which was seven seven seven eight eight, and no four or five fighters could not transfer it at all.

Therefore, the water-cooled Makqin heavy machine gun is not conducive to transfer, and the maneuverability is poor, but the fire continuity is good.

In order to ensure that the Makqin of the Flying Army can provide continuous firepower, the snipers of the Flying Army must eliminate the firing point of the Makqin in advance, and the last threat of the little devil troops.

The snipers in the infantry squad of the Flying Army are the types of troops that exist to eliminate the little devil grenadiers, machine gunners, captains, and Cao Chang.

This is also the tactical requirement of the infantry brigades, squadrons, and squads of the Flying Army, where one branch provides protection for the other, cooperates with each other, preserves itself, and destroys the enemy.

In fact, at 400 meters, the combat dogma of the snipers of the Flying Army Infantry Brigade is that they can shoot freely and shoot the little devil units that pose the most threatening to their own firepower.

Entering 400 meters, which is also the shooting range of the machine gunner, using the fire suppression ability of Makqin and the Czech style of thousands of meters, point fire makes it difficult for the little devil to attack, but now the fat man does not need to do this, he needs to put the little devil at a distance of about 100 meters, and use the continuous firepower of the tripod fixed Makqin, strafing, and give the little devil a lot of damage.

"Bang Bang ......"

"Bang Bang ......"

The sound of the Springfield sniper rifle and the 82 mortar sounded almost at the same time, one shot the little devil grenadier who entered the 400 meters, and the other bombarded the 92 infantry gun that followed the little devil and had already chosen a position to prepare to shell the machine-gun fire point of the flying army.

The battle is in full swing!

The little devil grenadiers who were shot fell down one after another, and the little devils who were carrying the 38 big cover and the cat's waist suddenly fell into a big mess and looked for cover to lie down.

The little devil's machine gunner quickly found a position, erected a crooked handle and a pheasant's neck, and the surviving grenadier began to enter the role, adjusting the grenadier in his hand, ready to bombard in the direction where the gunfire came.

"Knock!" The little devil commander waved his command knife towards the position of the flying army on the high ground, urging the little devils around him, shouting to attack...... (To be continued.) )