After teaching the soldiers military sign language, tactical formations or something, let them practice by themselves, Guan Shijie deliberately shouted in a thick voice,

"I don't want to listen to anything. The steel helmet is so messy, you can't beat yourself without tying a white towel. ”

But Zhang Sixing was always there to prepare his equipment, but he didn't hear it.

Hu Yang of the 83rd Division of the German Armament couldn't stand it, and the officers at the upper and lower levels did not agree, and they were only afraid that there would be chaos on the battlefield.

glanced at Guan Shijie twice, and felt that this beard was full of fire.

Peeked at Zhang Sixing again, worried that he would be powerful in the next moment.

As for himself, he trusts Zhang Sixing.

If nothing else, just look at the two five-person teams under their own command, advancing silently under the tactical sign language, attacking, concealing, throwing mines, and changing ammunition in one go, and there is a sense of accomplishment.

It's a pity that he thinks that Guan Shijie is right, if you don't tie a white towel when attacking at night, how can you distinguish between yourself and your enemy.

"Mom, I'm an eight-son son, I have a little longer eyes when I fight, even if I have stayed abroad to drink foreign ink, I'm afraid I can't rely on it......"

The voice buzzed in the building, and everyone quietly watched how he would be dealt with by the prefect who was provocative.

At this time, Hansen, who led a few machine gunners and brought back a bundle of thin strips and some pieces of cloth. Raul looked at the scene in amazement.

I don't understand who Guan Shijie is so angry at.

When he heard the words "foreign ink", he couldn't help but feel angry, and he picked up his rifle and was about to rush over and try to hit him with the butt.

"Hansen"

The cold German sounded, and subconsciously Hansen knocked down his boots.

Although he stopped, his blue eyes shot a cold gaze at Guan Shijie to warn.

Then he handed the armed belt and box cannon in his hand to Zhang Sixing with both hands,

"Sir, this is the gun that Battalion Commander Li gave you."

Of course, he was familiar with the box cannon Zhang Sixing, but at the moment he still had important things to do.

He dragged one from the branch Hansen was holding, and took another piece of cloth.

That cloth is the military uniform of a wounded soldier at all, and it would be nice to be able to find such a cloth.

"Set-Together"

With a command, Hansen pulled out the bear's claw blade and cut the cloth with a "hiss, hiss", and jumped onto a stool.

After fifty men had gathered in front of him, he showed everyone the poles and pieces of cloth.

"They'll all weave hidden hats from branches."

The soldiers looked at each other and nodded inexplicably.

Weaving a hat with a tree pole on the battlefield can not only shade but also have a good concealment effect, which is a craft that everyone knows.

Looking at Zhang Sixing on the stool, he casually tied a ring with a tree pole, and saw that the craftsmanship was only faster and better than theirs.

Take the circle of branches in your hand and shake it,

"But in the city, it's called looking for death, and it doesn't take a Japanese sharpshooter less than 0.5 seconds to tell and blow your head."

Almost all the soldiers' hearts suddenly lifted, and they raised their ears one by one, a matter of life and death.

"Others say that they wear white towels at night to identify friend or foe. Then I'll tell you that at night this is similar to looking for death, and the little devil can hit the incense head fifty meters away at night. ”

As soon as they heard this, many people subconsciously looked at Guan Shijie, thinking that maybe this hot guy was going to quarrel with the chief.

But without waiting for Guan Shijie, whose blood was surging on his face, to get angry, Zhang Sixing covered the cloth on the grass ring he had just braided, forming an irregularly shaped "mushroom head".

"See, the mushroom-shaped hidden hat is your own person, don't shoot a head of this shape."

In a word, everyone's hearts lit up, and it is not difficult to identify friend and foe in such a hat at night, and it is even more difficult for the enemy to find out.

Shooting at night, you can only see a little shadow in the shadow.

Even if you see this look, who would think it's a head.

"High, really high......"

Surprised glance at Hansen, who was speaking. Zhi'er, suddenly, this thing has a talent for holding a gun.

Slander in my heart:

Of course it is high, but not Lao Tzu Gao, this is the result of the research of the future IDF.

In urban combat, an irregularly shaped hollow hat is worn over the helmet to avoid enemy observation.

Hu Yang nodded slightly, and the admiration of this young-looking, "paratrooper" who had returned from Germany welled up in his heart.

Peeked at Guan Shijie, at this moment, his swollen face was blue and purple, and his lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

was worried about the outbreak of this product, but saw Guan Shijie suddenly raise his hand and applaud.

The original blue and purple face regained a ruddy color, and even a little excited when applauding.

Seeing him applauding, subconsciously Hu Yang also raised his hand.

"Don't, everyone, be careful that the devil listens."

Although he didn't applaud, Hu Yangjue's move in front of him was really high.

"Mushroom monster, we're all mushroom monsters now, how have the devils ever seen this."

I don't know which soldier in the team suddenly spoke Shaanxi dialect, and then everyone responded in a chaotic manner.

"Uh-huh!"

Seeing this group of guys, just give a good face is going to mess up, Hansen. Raul felt an upset throat.

With a cough, the scene returned to the silence before the battle.

Looking at the flushed battlefields in front of him, Zhang Sixing felt that his mobilization seemed to be doing a good job, he nodded,

"Battalion Commander Li has prepared dry food for us, don't be too full when you're hungry, and don't drink too much when you're thirsty. Don't bring anything that rings, keep things on your body firm, and fill the kettle. ”

I watched the high-spirited young people again, they are all young, and the battlefield experience will not be too rich.

There are still many details I want to explain, but thinking that Guan Shijie and they are all veterans of the battlefield, I swallowed the rest of the things back into my stomach.

Nodding lightly, he raised his wrist to look at the huge luminous watch,

"Now we all prepare our respective mushroom heads, and then let's go and teach the devil a good lesson and disband."

As he dismissed, the scene became chaotic again.

Someone ran to Hansen. Raul's men went to order tree poles and rags to make their own "mushroom heads", and some of them were immersed in the tactics of sharp corner assaults.

This also includes Hansen. Raul

"Sir, this is a good way to be mushroom heads, we don't have to be afraid of snipers in the future."

"Don't worry, there are no snipers here, but the little devils are all good marksmanship."

In fact, before the outbreak of the Pacific War, almost all Southeast Asian armies did not have the concept of snipers.

In Southeast Asia, precision shooting was only at the level of sharpshooters, and even the police had snipers before the army.

As for the snipers of the Japanese, the tactics, training, use itself was wrong.

Don't compare it to the snipers of Woolly Bear and Hans, it's not a level.

"Report sir, I'...... It was just my fault. ”

He was chatting with Hansen while smoking a cigarette, and by the way, he hung the cowhide cartridge of the box cannon on his body.

Not only him, Hansen. Raul also has a sac on his chest, but the box cannon's sac hangs on the chest of two big guys, which is a little funny.

Looking at Guan Shijie, who was a little blushing in front of him, Zhang Sixing was not displeased, but stepped forward to check his equipment.

The improvised two-point tactical gun strap was tightly slung over the shoulder, and one end of the gun strap was attached directly to the box gun.

Looking at Guan Shijie, who looked like a modern soldier, Zhang Sixing nodded with satisfaction,

"It's all my own brothers, and if I say this, I will see the outside. Go back and check your men's equipment, they're not as familiar with the battlefield as you are. ”

In China at this time, whether you are a bandit or a soldier, everyone likes this sentence.

"It's the commander, and his subordinates will fight bravely......"

There was a touch of excitement in his eyes, and Guan Shijie stood upright.