Gan Ding commanded a platoon of mortars, aiming at mortar and heavy machine gun positions, and calculating various data.

Now it is the Type 97 90mm light mortar captured by Yue Feng, with a caliber of 90.5mm, which can hit grenades, arson, smoke bombs, chemical bombs, and flares, with a maximum range of 3,800 meters.

At this time, the "critical point" chosen by Ganding is 3600 meters, which is safer, after all, it is impossible to guarantee that every shell is at 3800 meters.

Although there is an extra 200 meters to escape, it will take at least forty seconds for the devil mortar to react.

In forty seconds, even with a mortar on his shoulder, he can easily run two hundred meters.

Shangguan Cong saw that Gan Ding was ready, and said, "Huang Ao, your brother with a grenadier retreated a thousand meters, set up a 'critical point' for the grenadier, and prepared to beat the pursuers fiercely." ”

Huang Ao said excitedly: "Don't worry, leave it to me." ”

He took a platoon of grenadiers and quickly left.

Gan Ding said excitedly: "Shangguan Company Commander, let's fight." ”

Shangguan Cong raised the telescope uneasily, and said while observing: "Platoon Commander Gan, you have to proofread the mortar yourself, and there must be no mistakes." ”

Gan Ding said: "Please rest assured that the company commander has proofread." ”

Shangguan Cong suddenly found that a person who looked like a major general, surrounded by a group of Dazuo and Zhongzuo, came to a heavy machine gun position, and seemed to vigorously encourage the devil soldiers, waving his arms very widely, very hard, and passionately.

Work hard, huh!

Passion is it!

The important thing is to be a major general!

Shangguan Cong smiled evilly and said, "Platoon Commander Gan, adjust the three mortars and fire the No. 1 heavy machine gun together." ”

Gan Ding also saw it with a telescope, smiled hehe, and said, "No problem." ”

He quickly ran to the mortar, gave a thumbs up, quickly measured, and then, measured it twice, without a doubt, before nodding to Shangguan Cong.

Shangguan Cong was majestic and roared: "For the glory of the ancestors, release!" ”

Gan Ding shouted: "Release!" ”

He quickly put the shell into the barrel.

The other starting brothers agreed and lowered the shells to the barrels.

Ten whistling sounded almost at the same time!

Ten shells screamed, firing at the mortar and heavy machine-gun positions.

Takeda Shaoming was agitating the soldiers in an impassioned tone: "Although there are warriors who are broken, it's not that we are incompetent, but that the people of the branch are too despicable to compete in a dignified manner, and they will only attack like rats, they are cowards, they are cowards, they are cowards......"

Suddenly, he heard a scream, and as an experienced veteran, he immediately realized something, and instead of shouting first, he first threw himself to the ground, and then shouted: "Shelling......"

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" ......

The shell smashed on the heavy machine gun position, and he was saved, but the big sa, the middle sa, and the heavy machine gunners, who were listening carefully around him, fell one by one.

Suddenly, the howl resounded through the camp, and the wounded rolled on the ground in desolation!

Takeda Shaoming secretly called it a fluke, if he told everyone to lie down and pounce just now, he would be the one who died.

Hmph, I can't die if anyone dies!

I will also be the first to rush into Songhu, kill a happy one, and avenge the broken soldiers.

Even if you kill all the people in the city, you will not hesitate!

He roared: "Shoot back, shoot back, shoot back!" ”

The screams are coming again!

The second round of shells came.

There were 10 more explosions, and the target was still the mortar and heavy machine gun positions, but this time it was more correct and accurate, and the mortars, heavy machine guns, and soldiers were blown apart.

Takeda Shaoming is secretly shocked, and the opponent's skills are good.

He crawled forward and crawled towards the camp.

The third to eighth rounds of artillery attacked, destroying mortars and heavy machine gun positions.

Takeda Shaoming was lucky and didn't hurt in the slightest.

In the camp, rushed out machine gunners, grenadier barrelmen, and the elite of two squadrons.

They couldn't see the enemy, they could only strafe and bombard in all directions.

It's a pity that the distance is not enough, they don't know, the enemy is 3600 meters away.

Shangguan Cong held a telescope and kept observing the camp, he found that Wu Nan Shaoming was not dead, he was crawling on the ground, secretly screaming that it was a pity, but he didn't care about him anymore, and he couldn't mess up the plan because of one person.

"Keep bombing, keep bombing mortar positions, heavy machine gun positions," he said loudly. ”

Gan Ding shouted: "Release, release, release!" ”

He personally operated a mortar, and it hit extremely accurately, basically hitting one target with two shells.

Most of the other fighters hit the target with three or four shells.

However, those who missed the target hit the target, and hit the devil soldiers who rushed out of the camp.

No way, the other party is too dense.

Takeda Shaoming, who had a big life, lay on the ground and shouted angrily: "Warriors, twelve o'clock, kill, kill!" ”

At this time, the ninth round of artillery shells came.

This is the last round.

Takeda Shaoming rolled rapidly, but the shell still did not hit him.

It's a pity that the barrel of a heavy machine gun was blown off, so he couldn't die, fell down, hit Takeda Shaoming's belly, crashed into it, came out of his back, and nailed him to the ground.

Pain!

Great pain!

It hurts!

It hurts!

Takeda Shaoming was dumbfounded, he never imagined that it would be such a way to die.

"Yaga, Yaga...... I can't die...... I'm going to slaughter the city...... I'm going to be promoted to general...... Go home, glorify your ancestors......"

Takeda Shaoming kept vomiting blood, and he didn't blink an eye, and his luck ended.

A big Zuo rushed over, couldn't help but be sad, and shouted: "Major General, Major General!" ”

Seeing that there was no response, he tested the "neck vein" and cried bitterly: "Major General, you died so miserably." Rest in peace, I'll take over. ”

He jumped up and shouted: "Quick, quick, brave enemy fire, forward, forward." ”

At this time, Shangguan Cong had already ordered the infantry to help the artillery carry mortars and shells and retreat quickly.

The mortar can be disassembled into three parts: barrel, tray and bracket, and manual handling is no problem.

Of course, the person in charge of carrying it is a strong "stupid big man".

Although these brothers are tall, they are not popular with everyone because they are a little unbright, and most of them are the targets of teasing.

But Yue Feng treated them as treasures, increased food for these big men, especially meat, raised them strongly, and practiced their strength when they had time.

This time, they were specially assigned to the battlefield.

Sure enough, the big man came in handy, carrying heavy objects and walking like flying, living up to the food.

Originally, many soldiers were very jealous of the "stupid big man" who opened a small stove and thought that it was a waste of food.

Looking at it today, everyone is convinced, if they are allowed to carry things, they will definitely have to catch up with the devils, and they will affect the brothers.

Shangguan Cong suddenly realized: The troops should be divided into different branches, and no matter how strong or weak, as long as they are accurately classified and trained, they can play a tremendous role.

A few minutes later, Osa, with two squadrons, chased after him and found that there was nothing on the sneak attack position, and the shell casings were all cleaned up.

However, a sharp-eyed Shao Zuo saw the piece of paper that was pressed by the stone, picked it up, looked at it, and hurriedly handed it to Da Zuo.

Dazuo looked at it, and it read: "Wako, sleep in peace, grandpa will come to visit tonight." ”

What the?

Come back!

Addicted to sneak attack?

He was furious and drew his command knife: "I still want to sneak attack, dream!" Follow the footprints, chase, chase, kill them, kill them. ”

The devil soldiers of the two squadrons pursued furiously, followed the footprints, and fiercely chased after them.