Five 105 shells roared to the southeast, smashed into a low-lying place three thousand away, and exploded, setting off five mushroom smoke clouds. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"If you miss, correct it by thirty meters to the right, extend it by ten meters, and kill the little devil!"

The observation post lay on the back of the shield, set up the observation scope and shouted while observing, so excited that a string of sweat beads fell off the corner of his clothes, and his feet had become muddy and steaming.

The flag soldier next to him waved the small flag in his hands, up and down, left and right, bathed in the heat of the morning sun, dancing a colorful smoke.

Like the flag of divine help, the five heavy cannons found their way home, and the five nostalgic shells recognized the door, which was accurate and in place, and exploded a lot.

"Hit, hit, the little devil raised by the dog is spreading fertilizer in the air, and there will be a good harvest next year!"

The observation post was so excited that he danced, before joining the army, it was a crop style, and the national army was forced to participate in the war, thinking about the three acres of thin land at home, and exporting it into a farm.

Yang closed the purple spirit dog in his arms, his fingers gently patted its back, its head poking out of the sling, its neck hanging on its left arm, and its long pink tongue stretched out to gasp.

The purple spirit dog ran around all night, and it was so tired that it ignored the excited and grateful eyes of the soldiers, and rested with its half-squinted eyes.

It is an elf in the night, with a flashlight in its mouth, shuttling through the battlefield with a dexterous body, sending signals at close range, and reading maps from a distance.

It directly prompted the Japanese army's grenadiers to fire mute, mortars did not exist, and war supplies were repeatedly destroyed at the first time.

The existence of the purple spirit dog is the foundation of the survival of the advance team, and it is understandable to be courteous to the soldiers.

"Zero, the little devil's medium-sized mortar was killed by us, today's war of the little devil throws a mouse bogey, haha, I think it's funny when I think about it, the little devil doesn't know that the purple spirit dog is our real miracle soldier!"

No. 18 took off his military hat to wipe his sweat, made a false alarm, and covered up his weakness with his eyebrows.

"Report Zero, the little devil is suspected of increasing troops to the east, and the mound area two thousand meters away in the south is full of smoke and dust, stretching to the east, and the preliminary estimate is that the strength is about one brigade."

The herald recounted breathlessly, and following the direction he had pointed, the dust wandered in the low southern sky, like a layer of haze gently wabbling in the morning sun, especially in other areas.

"The order is to keep a close watch, try to save shells, and if you don't fire, you will be sure to hit the first shot."

It was a shameful waste, and Yang Guan guessed that the Japanese army would be desperate to transfer troops to intercept Zhang Zizhong's 59th Army and the advance team, aiming to buy time for the encirclement and suppression of artillery positions.

"Yes, reconnaissance first, no bullets!"

The herald threw a military salute, turned around and ran away with doubts, and in his impression the instructor had changed, and why didn't he fight when he found out that the Japanese army was moving a large force?

There were so many shells on the heavy artillery position that what remained was a barrel of explosives, and the brothers were eager to shoot all the shells to relieve the danger.

Guarding the barrel of explosives every day is really not a person's life, worrying, can't sleep at night, when is it a head?

The tranquility in the early morning, scattered gunshots, and the sniper battle continued, which was a rare refreshing feeling.

This silence won't last long, Yang Guan was sure in his heart, and slowly walked towards the herringbone fortifications on the south side, where the brothers were busy.

Walking to the deep ditch where the scale has begun to appear, there is no sand and dust flying, and the brothers are filling sandbags with the clothes of the Devil Army, one big bag and one small bag, piled up on the inside of the position.

The trench was already formed at the time of the construction of herringbone fortifications, and only needed to be modified at this time.

The current potential of life and death is unlimited, and he sighed with emotion in his heart, stared sideways at the herald and said: "The herald uses sandbags to block the gap between the herringbone fortifications, one meter high, to cover the sight of the devil soldiers."

"Yes, stealthy operation, calculating little devil!"

The herald was full of suspicion, and quickly ran away after the salute, the brothers were tired enough, but the instructor asked him to dig a ditch, why?

No one understands his thoughts, his mind is not in the same line at all, and it is normal to feel his pulse accurately.

Yang Guanyan inspected the position, and was in awe of hundreds of mud monkey-like brothers, and was moved and guilty in the face of their mud salute, and it was not easy to resist the war!

Inspect all the way, along the road are all fighting clay figures, everyone only wears a pair of pants, the mud is steaming all over the body, the spirit is blooming in the shining eyes, everyone is an iron-clad man, a hero.

Yang Guan was eager to rush into the ditch to fight side by side with his brothers, his impulsive thinking made his mind dizzy, and the sequelae of his facial shock were recommitted.

Drifting into sleep in a daze, unaware of everything in the outside world.

The instructor was just too tired, and the soldiers speculated in their hearts during the recuperation phase after the wound.

The war is burning, the potential is unlimited, and three days pass in a flash.

The heavy artillery position changed its appearance, and a circular ditch was formed, three meters wide and more than two meters deep.

The side close to the position is about a meter above ground level, and the fire point is hidden in it, I don't know if it's useful?

The soldiers were lying or lying on the ground in suspicion, the Japanese army blocked the national army on all sides, as if they had forgotten the heavy artillery position, what is the use of this ditch?

The little devils firmly control the railway line, and the ammunition trucks are impassable and are used to drive civilians to carry them, which is especially vicious.

The heavy firepower of the canines can't keep up, but there are more and more light and heavy machine guns, the crisis is looming, the instructor is in a coma, can the advance team still rush out?

The guns are endless, the burning sticks that I never dreamed of before have turned into garbage, and the food is about to stop, how long can I last with just a few sips of fresh water?

The hearts of the people are in turmoil, the fighting spirit is undiminished but the heart is worried, the crisis is spreading, and it is stationed in the hearts of every soldier like a plague, is there a tomorrow?

"What to do, what to do?"

The cuckoo was chattering with tears in his eyes, his hair was scattered, lying on Yang Guan's chest and crying, he was having a high fever and running out of medicine, what should I do?

Xie Tang hurriedly ran over, a helmet in each hand and wet his body, panting and shouting: "Come, come, I'll bring ice water under the ground......"

The woman did not wait for her to finish, but hurriedly soaked the cloth in the helmet, and when it was wet, took it out and twisted it gently, folding it three fingers wide.

While busy, he said: "Let the girl let go, and it will get better with an iced cloth......"

"Huh, really?" The cuckoo raised her cheeks full of tears and asked in surprise, she didn't know this kind of dirt method, shouldn't she take injections and medicine when she was sick?

Get out of the way in doubt, be distracted, and look with expectant eyes, you will get better!

"Sister Juan, don't worry, once I was sick, I just used a damp cloth to apply it, my mother ......" Xie Tang's comforting words stopped suddenly, and tears dripped into the helmet in his arms, ticking softly.

Hey, she's still a kid! The woman glanced at her and sighed in her heart, mercy!

The cold touch awakened a trace of pain, and then gradually regained consciousness, Yang Guan woke up in a daze, opened his eyes with great difficulty, and said: "Kill the devil, counterattack ......"

"Ah, you're awake, hungry or not, I'll bring it to you......"

"Great, I knew it would work......