"On the 60 gun, move the machine gun over, and counter-suppress the enemy after the shelling!" Gao Jie shrunk his head under the trench and turned his head to shout at the soldiers on either side. Makqin's firepower is too fierce, don't look at this guy is left over from the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. But now that it's being used, it's still a fierce force. Gao Jie looked at the Type 82 7.62mm light machine gun in his arms of his machine gunner, and was very envious of his opponent.

"Grenade ready!" In Sun Liren's department, who was walking forward on the cat's waist, an officer with a steel helmet on his head, wearing a fur coat, and holding an 81-bar in his hand, took out a grenade from the back of his buttocks, and said to the soldiers around him while twisting the safety cover on the back of the butt of the grenade.

The two armies attacked and defended, and the moment they met the enemy was also the most casualty. In order to reduce the casualties of his soldiers, the officer decided to throw a shower of grenades into the trench first, blowing up the enemy troops who were cowering inside before charging. The officer thought this way, not because he felt sorry for the lives of his soldiers, but because now the soldiers are dying one less and one is missing. He was afraid that his team would be crippled after a battle, and he would no longer have a place for himself when he returned to Changshui.

"Grenades, grenades, they're all sloppy!" Immediately beside the officer, with a steel helmet on his head and a 56 and a half in his hand, some cronies who shrunk their heads heard this, and immediately shouted loudly there. He can't fight, but this doesn't prevent him from looking for every opportunity to slap his boss's ass. There is a good saying, if there are conditions, you must go up, and if you don't have conditions, you must also go up. This is also true for the high-tech technology of sycophancy.

"Three~two~one! Open fire~" Gao Jie and the others hid in the trenches, and naturally they also heard the plans of the enemy troops on the opposite side. Can't let them throw grenades into the trenches! This is the consensus of everyone, and the grenade may not cause much damage to the skirmishers in the open field. But if you throw it into this relatively narrow trench, Gao Jie's 10 or so people are really not enough to blow up in one round. Not to mention the power of the explosion, even the shrapnel that burst out can tear them to shreds in the trench. Thinking of this, Gao Jie didn't care about exposing the 60 guns. Turning around, he pressed his hand down violently, and yelled at the four soldiers who were operating the cannon.

"Tongxiu~Tongxiu~" The two shells slid down the barrels, and after the two puffs of green smoke, they rushed into the air with a scream, whirling and plunging towards the front of the position. Because he was so suppressed by the damn Makqin that he couldn't raise his head, the gunner didn't have time to adjust the ruler at all, so these two shells were purely deterrent shots. When it comes to killing, no one has any hope in their hearts.

"Boom~Boom~" Sure enough, two shells fell on the back of the enemy's buttocks and exploded. Except for the scattered shrapnel that bit the butts of a few unlucky people, it did not have any effect on the attacking enemy forces at all. The only thing that Gao Jie didn't expect was that these two running sounds, combined with the dust flying in the sky, startled the two enemies who were Makqin. Makqin, whose barrel was already hot, rarely stopped shouting temporarily, and the enemy soldiers who were about to throw grenades were also frightened by this movement and shrank their necks, and the cat probed its head in place.

The difference between a ragtag army and a regular army became apparent at this time. If it was the regular army in charge of the attack at this time, even if it was a regular army that had not been on the battlefield, it would not hesitate to throw the grenade in its hand into the trench first. But most of the soldiers in Changshui are temporary workers. Let them bully and bully the old man and the old lady who sell vegetables and fruits, and ask them to go to the front line to play with their lives, not to look down on them, these people are really not good.

These people, fighting a tailwind battle, that is Lao Tzu's first in the world. If the war is fierce, or if there is any setback, it will immediately scatter. They have not collapsed until now, firstly, because of the blessing of Makqin, and secondly, Sun Liren has spent a lot of time on weekdays to adjust and teach them. But Sun Liren himself is not a serious soldier, so how can he talk about training? It's not easy to train these people to look like this.

"Hit!" How could Gao Jie let go of such a good opportunity at this moment, poked his head out of the trench, raised the 56 and a half in his hand, aimed at an enemy whose grenade had already hung on the string, pulled the trigger and shouted.

"Smack~" A gunshot rang out, and the enemy fell in response to the gun. With a flick of his arm under the condition, the grenade in his hand was thrown into the crowd around him. And the string hanging from the little finger has been separated from the grenade string.

"Z~z~" The grenade swirled on the ground, and the back of the butt rattled and smoked.

"Grenade~" I don't know which sharp-eyed one shouted there.

"Boom~" 3.5 seconds is a hurdle that can never be overcome. Whether you are rich or poor, as long as you pull the strings, it will make your eyes shine on time. The grenade exploded, and as the smoke cleared, 7-8 enemy soldiers lay on the ground. Five or six of them were already corpses, and one or two were writhing and screaming on the ground. The screams are very ecstatic.

"Da Da Da, Da~" As soon as the cannon sound on the frontal position sounded, the defenders of the Gangneung Self-Defense Force who were ambushed on the left and right flanks successively lifted the camouflage covering their bodies, pulled the bolt of their guns, and began to shoot when they found their targets.

"Damn, there's an ambush for the enemy. Retreat, retreat, all to Lao Tzu to return. There was a burst of gunfire, and after several of his own men were knocked down, the officer who led the attack finally became a little unbearable. In a hurry, he threw the grenade in his hand indiscriminately, and waved the gun in his hand and shouted at his overwhelmed subordinates.

"Captain, captain, for the sake of the same Changshui, pull the brothers along!" On the ground, a soldier with a broken leg reached out and grabbed the officer's trouser leg, spitting blood foaming in his mouth and pleading bitterly. The brothers withdrew, leaving their wounded soldiers at the front of the position, just waiting for the rhythm of death.

"Fuck off!" The officer raised the 81 bar in his hand and fired two shots at the soldier's head. At this moment, there are bullets flying sideways all around. If you delay for a moment, you may lose your life here, and who cares about these wounded soldiers? At this time, the officer wished that he could have two more legs, how could he save these wounded soldiers who were no longer of any use? Even if they are called brothers and sisters when they spend time and drink on weekdays, it is only limited to when they spend time and drink. When their lives are at stake, who remembers those drinking words? Even if it is a biological father and a twin brother, it is better for a friend of the dead to die and a poor person.

"Machine gun, up!" Gao Jie saw that the enemy was about to withdraw, and hurriedly ordered the two machine gunners who had been preparing for a long time around him. On the battlefield, dare to expose your back to the enemy, that is the rhythm of looking for death. For the big gifts sent to the door, Gao Jie felt that if he didn't accept them, he would lose face to others.

"Dada, dada!" The two machine gunners had cowered in the trenches long enough. At this moment, as soon as he heard Gao Jie's order, he hurriedly put the two bricks and stones that had been prepared at his feet to his feet, stood up straight, pressed the butt of the machine gun tightly with his shoulder, and pulled the trigger on the back of those enemy soldiers.

", run both sides. You run like this, how can Lao Tzu cover you? The two machine gunners wielding Makqin in Sun Liren's department hurriedly shouted there when they saw that they were all their own people in front of them. This has to be put aside in ancient times, when the two armies were facing each other, the defeated soldiers dared to run back so stunned, and they had already been shot by the leading generals with random arrows.

Now that the army is defeated, who cares if it blocks Makqin's shooting boundary? Everyone had only one thought in their hearts, to run back early and stay with the others. Even if it is death, everyone must die together.

"Boss, you can't let these defeated soldiers mess up the Chinese army. Ci is not in charge of the troops, is the boss "Sun Liren's dog-headed military advisor Wang Daimo, looking at those defeated soldiers, showed a trace of disdain and disgust in his eyes. Pulling out his hand from his pocket, he walked up to Sun Liren, who was pale, and made a downward cutting gesture. The Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Wang Daimo, has watched it a few times, and at this time, he has a feeling that he thinks he is the mastermind. Or rather an illusion.

"The first lord reinstated Yizhou Mu, with Kong Ming as the humerus and Fa Zheng as the master" In a trance, such a passage flashed in Wang Daimo's mind. At this time, he was thinking in his heart, should he change his name to Wang Xiaozhi after he went back?

"! How many soldiers do I have in the water? According to you all of a sudden, these 50 people will confess in vain? Return to the Chinese army, why are you watching too much in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms? Just when Wang Daimo was thinking about whether to change his name to Wang Xiaozhi, Sun Liren kicked him from the clouds to the ground with a word. Wang Xiao can't do it with his eyes, looking at this situation, at best, he is a Wang Yongnian's life.

"Suspend the offensive, and the departments bring back to rest. When our follow-up troops arrive, we will take down this group of enemy forces in one fell swoop. Looking at the performance of these temporary workers under his command, Sun Liren estimated that if he let others attack, it would be the same end. If they are defeated for a while, I am afraid that they will not be able to reach the city of Gangneung, and these soldiers will scatter in a hurry to find another way out. Seeing that the soldier's heart was unavailable, Sun Liren simply ordered the attack to be suspended. He believes that just a few more hours of waiting. When his follow-up troops arrived, he would take down the cunning enemy in front of him, and he would be able to capture them.

"It's just a Jiangling, is the boss? In this way, isn't it a knife to kill chickens? Wang Daimo, who was scolded, cleaned up his mood and came to Sun Liren again to ask.

"You know a fart, small-farmer consciousness. Do you think this time I'll just take Gangneung down? Taking Jiangling is just a backhand, and I have to let the surrounding things that are yang and yin go against the yin to see the background of my long water. I believe that after this battle, I, Sun Liren, will be able to say the same thing within a thousand miles in the future. Sun Liren raised his hand and twisted the short beard under his chin, looked at Wang Daimo beside him and said.

"High, high, really high! The boss killed two birds with one stone, not only to take Gangneung to expand the territory, but also to take this opportunity to deter the surrounding Xiaoxiao. The boss was very thoughtful, far from being comparable to us. Wang Daimo flattered Sun Liren's sycophants.