Now, what do we do.

Each Japanese soldier lying in the ground rolled his eyes on the unobstructed battlefield that spread out, but they did not dare to move. Not because of anything else, but because there were several tanks, under the attack of rocket eggs, turned into the largest candle heads on the battlefield.

The sky-high flames caused by the oil are dragging the battlefield in front and behind the tank into the light and into the cruel place.

"Second Row ......"

This is the shout of an officer in the rifle battalion, with a clear Yunnan accent, indicating that this is the 1,000 Yunnan Army officers given to Zhang Sixing by Feng Shengfa of the 158th Division.

Don't listen to veterans, in fact, their combat ability is not strong, because the soldiers in Yunguichuan smoke the most.

That's why when I arrived at the paratrooper school, I was picked out of the "cigarette butts" by the old cigarette pouch, and I couldn't help but say that I pulled them out and cut down more than 100 people. Then the soldiers who are addicted are asked to start quitting smoking completely.

To put it bluntly, it is to tie up the cat's ears and plug them in the hole, and life and death are at your own convenience.

However, the rest of the soldiers were happy, because the paratrooper school did not deduct military salaries and rations, and they were all paid in full. Even the officers, they ate exactly the same as them.

What's more, Zhang Sixing said that he would take them back to Yunnan.

In the battle of Yuhuatai, what surprised the veterans of the Dian army was even more. The paratrooper school fought with them, completely two different concepts. For example, in a trench, a firing position must be shifted without firing more than five rounds (one bridge clip).

The trenches of a battalion are only one company at most, and they still run around with a few shots. Moreover, they had "mine replenishers" in front of the position, and they were not at all worried about the Japanese charge.

Shooting in a single pothole like the current one is another look.

Only when the officer "calls" and which platoon or squad leader is called can he have a chance to shoot.

The soldier who had been crouching in the individual pit with his rifle in his arms suddenly stood up, and at this moment the burning tanks on the battlefield brought light. The earthy yellow military uniforms of the Japanese soldiers are so clear in the blue-green land of the south of the Yangtze River.

Every soldier cherishes his shooting opportunity, after all, the person who has always held the periscope observation scope looks at the enemy hit by others when shooting, and his heart is hot.

After all, everything about combat achievements and training is a competition between squads, platoons, companies, and battalions, as well as a competition for military salaries and treatment coefficients. Naturally, every shot was recorded by the military judges who had been observing with periscopes.

It's a matter of everyone's purse, in the eyes of the target, in their fingers that pull the trigger.

I really want to aim a little longer, I really want to shoot two bullets, I really want to kill all these devils by myself.

Someone has calculated that a devil is only a few coppers, but although the sparrow is small, it is not meat.

It's a pity that from the time you get the order to the time you shoot, it must not take more than ten seconds. Machine guns are not allowed to fire unless necessary. The frustrated Heavy had no choice but to pick up the 38 cover and play with the brothers to shoot with a single shot.

"Woo Woo ......"

Under the single shot of the rifle, one by one, the earthy yellow figures who were hit could be seen screaming and squirming for the final struggle. Sitting back in the individual pit, almost all the soldiers covered their ears.

This is to prevent the devil's grenadiers or mortars and infantry guns from retaliating, but all the soldiers don't care, they just wonder in their hearts whether they have hit the target.

This will make almost all the soldiers of the Yunnan army very envious of those sharpshooters with small mirrors on their guns. It's a pity that there are only a few sharpshooters in each class, and their income is the highest in the class.

As for the enemy artillery, a crater is spaced more than a dozen meters apart, and unless the luck is too bad, the shell is so easy to hit. Moreover, it is easy to distinguish between thinking about the enemy's artillery and calculating one's own purse.

Not to mention the soldiers of the rifle battalion, squatting in the individual pit and calculating their income, the Japanese who were hit were miserable.

They had never seen such a sloppy barbed wire fence and inexplicable little mines that wanted to attack the ground, and would stop everyone's movements. If you want to retreat, you can only rely on the narrow road pressed out by the tank tracks, and you can only climb out slowly in a neat row.

Whoever dares to climb out is sure that it is not a live target for others.

It is not known how far it is from the enemy's position, and everything is hidden in the darkness of the opponent. They are in the guns of burning tanks, and they are clearly illuminated, how unfair it is.

"Shoot...... Shoot back......"

The soldier who commanded the detachment shouted at the top of his voice, but the Japanese soldier lying on the ground with his gun in his hand looked at the dark night, and his eyes were full of despair.

It's okay to shoot, but you should always have a target. Even if you shoot at a place where there is just gunfire, I'm afraid that the people there will already be hiding.

At this moment, in the darkness opposite, there was another crackling sound of shooting. The terrible thing is that the direction of this shot is not the same place as the one just shot.

Turning the muzzle of the gun again, he stopped shooting just about to aim at those hateful fellows.

More and more soldiers were hit on the side, and the Japanese soldiers tried to crawl backwards out of the battlefield. However, without the lighting of the burning tank, you can only find your way by holding on to the wires.

It's an irony, they're the attackers. The infantry guns fired vigorously into the darkness, but they could not suppress the opponent's firepower.

The most terrifying thing is that the opponent did not exert all his strength at all, and even their machine guns did not shoot.

At dawn, maybe at dawn we can take the initiative on the battlefield, but damn officers......

In fact, the people of the 13th Division were also very depressed, and they had to rescue the 114th Division that kept calling for help.

What do they say that they were attacked by the forces of the "Four Elements Demon King", and what kind of troops are the guys hiding in the dark in front of them, and they are also the "Four Elements Demon King".

If Jinling is all on the defensive, then how can this battle be won.

At the joint command post, the three people who were observing the battlefield through periscope observation glasses were completely convinced by the battlefield defense techniques they had learned from the paratrooper school.

I don't know how to deal with the armies of other countries in the world, but I really don't have anything to say about how to deal with the Japanese in front of me.

After all, they don't have that much manpower, and they use their footboards to wade through bullets, mines and traps everywhere. Once the tanks are attacked, they are not even qualified to step forward and step on mines.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, Guan Shijie subconsciously touched his chin, but what he could touch was the annoying face armor, and he complained and said suggestions at the same time,

"It's really a hindrance to this broken face armor, the two of you want the soldiers to defend against artillery, I guess the devil is going to be a heavy artillery."

With the sound of a whistle, everyone shrank to the bottom of the pit on the battle line, which was completely formed by individual soldiers.

As if confirming Guan Shijie's words, somewhere behind the enemy's battle line, the sound of heavy artillery roared.

At first, the veterans were very happy, from the warlord army to the central army, the riflemen were the main combat force of the troops.

But at the paratrooper school, it's not like that at all.

Who has heard that riflemen shoot on the battlefield, they all shout.

The riflemen of the second platoon quickly rose from the pit, their rifles resting on a small arm-thick sandbag at the edge of the pit.