In the fog, dozens of brothers spread out and touched it, but they did not encounter the devil, perhaps the devil withdrew the sentry and waited for the battle, and there was no way to move forward, and if he moved forward, he could not only meet the enemy at any time.

"You guys wait where you are, I'll go to the back and report the situation to the company commander."

Wang Ning whispered an order, and then asked the brothers to pass the word one by one, and returned the same way by himself.

"It's finally here"

In front of Feng Ge was squatting Wang Ning, who was soaked in clothes, and several temporary captains all came over, waiting for orders.

"Liang Rui, Ma Hua, Chen Hua, the three of you slowly press up with all the troops, stand by the brothers of the assault group, and prepare to charge as soon as the cannon sounds."

"Min Fei, have you ever played carpet bombing?" Feng Yi asked with a frown.

This term comes from a German instructor, and Feng Yi doesn't know if Min Fei can understand it.

"Haven't heard of anything" Sure enough, Min Fei shook his head, not knowing how to do it.

"Wait for you to go forward two hundred meters and build a mortar position; Start the shelling from the area of 100 meters in front of you, up to the Crane Gate, the density of the shelling should be larger, and the bombardment will be carried out inch by inch. ”

Feng Yi drew a simple pattern on the ground, suggesting that Min was a big man.

"We are mortars, the density of the shelling can be guaranteed, but there is no way to really bomb inch by inch, besides, if we really want to bomb like this, I am afraid that after this battle, our mortar platoon can only fight with rifles, and our shells are all gone."

The big man Min recounted the basic situation.

"Rushed out of the Xianhe Gate, there is a cover of fog, how to go is up to us, the devil doesn't want to block us again, just blow it up"

Feng Yi gritted his teeth, he was not a loser, but he knew that if he was stingy with shells and caused himself to be blocked here, the gains would outweigh the losses at that time.

"Wang Ying, you follow the mortar platoon, you can rest for a while." Feng Yi reminded the pale-faced female spy.

"Remember, the order to charge, even if you die, you have to rush forward, rush through the Crane Gate, and only then can we run out of the cage and have a chance to live."

"Big man Min, after the cannonballs are fired, give up all the mortars, take your brothers, pick up the rifle and charge directly towards the Xianhe Gate, we will not return to meet you, nor will we send someone back to inform you, if you take it down, we will wait for you outside the Xianhe Gate, and only wait for ten minutes."

Feng Yi reminded Min of the big man.

"Don't worry, we'll catch up with you," Min nodded.

"If you set off without permission and retreat without authorization, you will be shot on the spot, including me," Feng Yi issued an order with a gloomy face, he was afraid that those veterans of the first and second companies in the dense fog would play tricks.

"Click"

"Soldiers after you, you can shoot"

Feng Ye unloaded a fast and slow machine, pulled the bolt of the gun up, handed it to Wang Ying, and asked her to perform the duties of the team supervision.

"Up"

Feng Ye waved his arms violently and began to bend down and run forward

"Big Min, shelling in twenty minutes"

Feng Yi reminded the big man Min who had begun to build an artillery position, and boxes of mortar shells were on the field, and all the lids had been opened.

"What to do with the wounded"

Chen Hua asked a realistic question, in their ranks, the number of wounded soldiers has now accumulated to more than fifty.

"Big Min, you are responsible for bringing the wounded soldiers."

Feng Yi thought for a moment and commanded.

"Me"

Min Fei wanted to say that he would charge after the shelling, how to get it with the wounded soldiers, but he looked back at the wounded soldiers who were lying or sitting, and closed his mouth.

"Crunch, crunch"

The mortars are being assembled intensely, and the veteran gunners are adjusting the angle of shelling completely by experience, because they, like devils, cannot see the opposite position, but fortunately, this is the land of the Chinese, not so completely blind.

"How long will this fog last?" Feng Yi asked the brother next to him in a low voice,

"If the sun comes out, it may dissipate in half an hour, and if there is no sun, I am afraid it will not dissipate in two hours."

An old soldier said with a deep groan.

"Will there be a sun today?" asked Feng Ng,

Then all the brothers who were lying on the ground were silent, for they did not know.

"I wish there was no sun"

Feng Ye muttered and began to pray for God's blessing, in fact, it was not only Feng Ye praying, the 83rd Army and the 66th Army that were scattered were also praying, at this time, the remnants of the 74th Army who broke through from the west of Nanjing were also praying, they needed to face more devil defense lines, and this fog was related to the lives of thousands of brothers.

"Hurry up"

At this time, the big man Min was still urging the brothers to quickly adjust the angle of the mortar, and he gathered a few old mortar gunners to adjust at one gate.

"Remember, after two rounds, go up half a scale."

Every time he debugged a course, the big man Min had to explain to the gunner, and he was afraid that the gunner would forget it if he was in a hurry.

"Whew"

The last cannon was adjusted, and the big man let out a sigh of relief, looked at his pocket watch, and it was less than five minutes away from the time set by Feng Yi.

"Rest in place for five minutes, don't fall asleep"

Min reminded the big man, and then sat down

People who are extremely tired are comfortable for the moment they rest, but they soon feel soreness all over their bodies.

"Gollum"

The stomach of a brother was ringing, they had not eaten for a long time, and they had survived last night with a breath and cold water.

"Goo-goo-goo"

The brothers did not shout for the opening of the meal, but knew that this was not the time to eat, so they took out the kettle on their bodies and poured the last cold water into their stomachs.

"When the Time Has Come, Let the Brethren Prepare"

Feng Yi rolled over and got up, muttering and patting the brothers around him, in just over ten minutes, some of the brothers had already fallen asleep.

"Get up, get ready"

"Hurry up"

One by one, the brothers were awakened, their guns clutched with red eyes.

"Click"

"Click"

The brethren with rifles were nervously preparing to reload their rifles with bayonets, the machine gunners were lying on their stomachs and the assaulters were rechecking their magazines to see if they were full.

And Wang Ying was holding her shoulders with both hands at this time, her head buried in her knees, her shoulders kept shaking, I don't know what she was going through, or that she was asleep and dreamed of something

"Ready"

The big man Min turned over and knelt on the ground, shouting loudly, getting all the mortars ready, and twenty sixty-zero mortars were lined up in three rows, walking in the field.

"A good one"

"Two doors are good"

Hearing the shouts of the big man Min, the mortar gunner picked up the shells inside the box and aimed them at the muzzle of the gun, while reporting the situation loudly.

The swarthy barrel of the cannon was facing the thick fog, and at this time the little devil's position was still a sea of nicotine, and the little devil had just refilled his second cigarette, muttering and praying that the fog would clear as soon as possible.