Zhang He, the commander of the engineer company, didn't dare to dodge at all, and after a few belts, his buttocks were hot. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"I told you again and again, don't change the weight of the medicine bag without authorization, and don't increase the amount of black powder at will. Donkey hair stuffed into their ears? This gasoline drum with gunpowder is a cannon battle, do you want to keep a whole corpse? ”

After Qin Lang finished speaking, it was another belt.

This kind of thing cannot be tolerated, and the consequence of "not taking an example" is "taking this as an example", and he does not want to fall on his head because of an operational error.

"Commander, please punish you."

Zhang He was also afraid for a while, and the second platoon commander increased the mine bag to 30 catties without authorization, doubled the black powder, and pressed it to death, almost exploding.

"Are you responsible but not primarily responsible, do you bring about making mistakes?"

"Guo Bing, the second platoon commander of the engineer company, has arrived."

A strong man stepped forward and replied loudly.

"Go back and write the inspection, fifteen days of confinement after the battle, and now remove the platoon commander."

Qin Lang said this and pointed at Zhang He.

"What did you do with your mother's company commander? The people under his hands can't control it, so they can't get out immediately. Go back and write the check, and at the same time straighten out the discipline. ”

"Yes!"

Zhang Hechang replied with a red face.

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Qin Lang waved his hand impatiently.

Sure enough, the one who is close to Zhu is red, and the one who is close to ink is black, and he is becoming more and more like a rough billet.

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The days of late autumn are getting shorter and shorter, and the sun, which was still in the sky just now, is now almost close to the horizon. The dazzling sunlight illuminated the camp of the People's Army with an ominous blood-red color.

The commander of the militia army hid in the shelter and observed, and the remnants fled back a lot, counting that there were still two battalions of men and horses, but these people had become frightened birds, and when they heard any noise, they would let out a hysterical roar.

"Do the bandits really have artillery?"

What I saw and heard last night was really incredible. He has been fighting for many years, and he is also a well-informed person, and he has never seen any kind of cannon with such an explosive effect.

The strong sunlight penetrated the binoculars, and the militia commander couldn't help but squint his eyes. At this moment, he saw seven or eight black smoke rings coming out of the opponent's position. Immediately after, several black dots slowly streaked across the sky and landed on their own positions, one of which was still rolling bonelessly.

"What's that?"

It was a sackcloth wrapped, the size of a wheel. A brave soldier kicked it over with his outstretched foot, and jumped a few times on it as if demonstratively.

The militia commander breathed a sigh of relief and was about to order it to be taken apart to see what it was.

"Boom, boom."

The violent explosion was like countless thunderbolts bombarding him.

The militia commander, who was caught off guard, felt as if he was flying out like a cloud, and he wanted to shout, but his mouth was stuffed with pieces of things.

"Run......, cannon."

After a few slurred words, he took his last breath.

The position was in chaos, and the soldiers who had escaped once yesterday were staring at the officers. The officers also changed their guns and carried "Chicago typewriters" to respond to emergencies at any time.

"Grunt" All the people swallowed their saliva involuntarily, as if they were incarnated as monsters that chose people to devour, and as long as there was the slightest sound, they would pounce and bite.

"Everyone, everyone, you are all stirring a horse in a pot, and it is the bandits on the opposite side who kill each other, everyone takes a step back."

A veteran hurriedly stood up and sludge. There are still bombs in the sky, and your own people on the earth are doing it, what is this?

"The momentum is not right, and the commanders also raise their guns, otherwise there will be no way to live."

"Yes, the bandits' cannons are so ruthless, we can't bear these hundred pounds!"

Seeing that the officers did not refute it, the veteran oilers immediately swarmed up, if it were not for another wave of bombs in the sky, I am afraid that this place would become a vegetable market.

"Squat, if you don't want to die, fucking squat."

"Silly hat, you'll be shocked to death if you lie down."

"This cannon was thought up by that bastard who didn't have a chrysanthemum, if he wasn't blown up, he would be shocked to death, and he didn't have a conscience."

The black dots flying in the sky were so slow that they seemed to be grasped by hand. Everyone's eyes were fixed, and as soon as they found themselves near the landing point, the civilian soldiers let out all kinds of howls, and then fled with their heads in their hands.

"Da-da-da-da."

Some panicked passers-by jumped out of the trenches one after another, and were immediately swept down by heavy machine guns. Only then did the frightened People's Army realize that at the same time as the shelling was being carried out, the Workers' and Peasants' Army had rushed to their positions.

"Damn, how did they rush here! Fight back, quickly organize a counterattack. ”

The officers of the People's Army shouted loudly, and a group of people who had confronted each other just now lay down together and put down their guns indiscriminately.

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"All ready."

The soldiers of the first battalion were holding back their strength, and they were the main force of the second and third battalions for a few days, and it was their turn to say anything today. What's more, the head of the regiment is by his side, and if he doesn't fight well, he won't be laughed to death.

Acting battalion commander Geng Zhengong also worked hard.

Since the head of the regiment gives face, then he must fight even more, otherwise he will not have face for trivial matters, and the head of the regiment will not be a man if it is spread out. I don't know anyone, but it's a big taboo in the army, and when you wear this hat, don't think about taking it off again.

"Once again, the general attack will be launched, the assault team will not stop charging, the front will fall, and the back will continue to rise, and the fire must be maintained."

These are the principles that Commander Qin has repeatedly explained, and what else is the three-three system and the straggler line, but the training time is too short, and Geng Zhengong doesn't remember much at all.

"People should spread out as much as possible, don't keep thinking about getting together, and each team leader should play a leading role."

I don't know if it's to warn others or to myself. Geng Zhengong gushed endlessly, until the enemy's position was once again violently exploded.

"Don't be nervous, Battalion Commander Geng."

Qin Lang smiled and patted the other party's shoulder. He also knew that going to the battlefield at this time would definitely put pressure on the commander. But there is no way, with just a few hours of training, he can't believe that most of these cadres who only have primary school education and have just been promoted can skillfully master tactics such as infantry and artillery coordination.

"Yes......."

Geng Zhengong smiled embarrassedly.

Qin Lang nodded. I took out a pocket watch and looked at it, after two rounds of shelling, it was the assault time, and there were about ten minutes left.

"Are you really a little bigger?"

Several successive assaults were night attacks, and this time the bold use of the daytime attack mode made the people in the regiment very puzzled.

"Flower traps, grenades, thunder cannons. These three treasures can make those goods all over the place, and if I find a gap at night, I can kill them all. ”

Xue Dayong was the first to object, his poor rib bones were "banging", and he didn't know if there would be cracks.

Night raids are indeed a good way to fight, but the people in the current hands rely entirely on bravery, and there is no tactical cooperation, and even if they win a battle, they cannot carry out an effective pursuit. That is, the "tofu army" in front of you, if you encounter a difficult opponent, such as the locust army of the mud in the future, the workers' and peasants' army may not be an opponent.

Moreover, those who can go to the commando are all top heroes. It is also the essence of the Guard Corps. Losing anyone, Qin Lang felt his heart throb. If there are too many losses at once, the guard regiment will collapse.

Combining the above two items, he was forced to abandon night raids and instead resort to traditional offensive warfare.

"Boom, boom."

The flying thunder cannon in the rear spit out black smoke rings, and the loud sound of the charge horn instantly spread throughout the battlefield.

Countless figures rushed out of the trenches. There was no earth-shattering shouting of the past, because Commander Qin ordered, "You must be silent when attacking"

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The soldiers of the People's Army saw the terrifying black smoke ring again, but they were not so alarmed, and they glanced into the sky with a big grin, and left the impact point along the trench without hurrying.

"Charged, bandits charged."

Just then, an officer let out a hoarse roar. He seemed to hear a few horns just now, so he poked his head out strangely and took a look, but he didn't expect a figure to appear in front of him.

"These bandits are really dead, they dare to charge when they open their guns."

The veterans cursed and fell to the ground as they pulled the bolt of their guns and loaded a pellet bullet.

There was something wrong with the bandits in front of the guns today, and the formation of their charge was actually loose and sloppy, without the slightest momentum. Was it also forced by the chief?

"Poor yo, look at this formation, you haven't eaten!"

"Shout to kill, rush buddy also applaud, this stuffy donkey-like, can't bear to fight."

"It's all unlucky, let's not rush to have a team of supervisors, is there also one on the other side?"

The veterans said everything, and in addition to disdain, they still disdain.

"Da-da-da-da."

On the position, the two Makqin opened fire one after another, but the jaws of the veterans almost fell to the ground, and in the past, people fell to the ground one by one as if they were cutting wheat, but today they only hit a few, and the others were all lying on the ground.

"Mortar ready!"

The captured People's Army artilleryman, after a few days of education, decided to join the Workers' and Peasants' Army. Because Sun Cripple called him "Mourning Star", no one called Xu Biao, the real name, anymore. This guy was originally a carpenter, but because he had done something for Mr. Yang, he learned some mathematical things. Later, he committed some "flower troubles" and fled to the army to eat.

Two more 60-mm mortars were captured in yesterday's night attack, and now the rearguard regiment already has three guns, but unfortunately the shells are not rich, otherwise the artillery company is also familiar with it.

"Mortars ready."

"Target enemy machine-gun position, one shot."

The poor family is small, but they dare not squander it at will.

To tell the truth, the position of the company commander, the mourning star really has no bottom in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that Regiment Commander Qin said that he would not be held accountable, I am afraid he would not dare to nod. The people of the artillery company have been tossed by the Great Demon King of Qin, and they don't stop the artillery, and they practice the basic essentials such as aiming desperately every day, and if they don't do it today, they will be killed by the belt.

"Aim at the machine gun on the left side of the position."

Soon the platoon commanders of each platoon reported all the shooting yuan, and after confirming it, the mourning star waved his hand.

"Fire."

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