"Squad Leader Zhuang, prepare for the blasting team!"

"Lin Xiaojun, transfer the bazooka squad to me!"

"Zhang Qingfang, go and see if the mortars around the Vietnamese who you started to fuck you can still be used. Take them for me!"

Wen Feng counted and found that twelve bunkers were arranged in the annular position of the three-sided high ground. The attack on this place was not as easy as the second squad. It could directly attack the Vietnamese troops on the frontier positions. Most of the cunning Vietnamese hid in the bunker.

When the soldiers of the third squad killed and injured one of the Vietnamese who were left outside, the Vietnamese in the bunker also discovered that they were attacked from both sides. At this time, these guys who were struggling crazily turned their guns and shot the soldiers of the third squad, pressing the soldiers of the third squad above the main peak position.

These bunkers pose too great a threat to the troops. After all, when he was commanding the division's artillery to attack the 387 main peak height, he could not see it on the left side of the 387 high ground, so it was impossible to report the correct position. Instead, these bunkers blocked the attack of the third squad.

"Squad Leader Zhuang, the three on the far right, you bring a few soldiers over, gather the grenades, and blast him for me!"

What Wen Feng admired was that the 7th Company was in such an unfavorable situation and could still counterattack the enemy. Five of the twelve bunkers had been destroyed, three were obviously hit by artillery fire, and the other two had exploded in front, so it was obviously destroyed by the soldiers of the 7th Company. I don’t know whether they were using rockets or blasting teams.

Wen Feng knew that it was not easy for the 7th Company to fight like this. After all, they were always suppressed. Wen Feng also found that no wonder the 7th Company could persist in this, because the three bunkers that were pressing their front were destroyed.

"Platform leader, that mortar is still useful!"

Zhuang Jianguo agreed and took the soldiers to detour to the right. Wen Feng was thinking about how to solve the two bunkers of the enemy on a steep hillside. He could only hope that the rocket launcher squad would come, but unexpectedly a very happy voice came from behind him. When he turned around, he saw Zhang Qingfang holding a mortar in his arms and carrying a shoulder bag on his back. There were several mortar shells inside.

"Look, I also carried three mortar shells. Now we can blow up the Vietnamese devils' bunker!"

Zhang Qingfang is smiling, and her fighting enthusiasm is not as high as that.

"You boy, don't you know it's dangerous?"

Wenfeng was startled. The boy was holding a mortar in both hands, his face turned red, and he was carrying a gun on his body. What was even more frightening was that the boy had three shells in his shoulder bag. If the mortar shell accidentally fell to the ground, the fire would be lit, it would be lifeless. He quickly put down the gun in his hand and hugged the shells in his shoulder bag, his face turned three points white.

"Platform leader, it's okay. I've played with this thing, I'm going to put it in there!"

However, Zhang Qingfang gasped casually, wiped the sweat from her head, and put down the mortar, completely not taking it seriously.

"You can fire mortars?"

In fact, Wen Feng didn't know how to play mortars, but he heard a veteran in the forum in the future about how to operate mortars. He just wanted to try it, but he didn't expect that Zhang Qingfang was not old, but he could actually operate mortars, which made him feel a little unbelievable.

"Of course, platoon leader, I have practiced with my dad before, and he taught me!"

Zhang Qingfang smiled and said, "I'm very proud."

"Your dad?!"

Wen Feng thought to himself that this kid's father is also a veteran, and he can teach his son how to shoot cannons, which is amazing. He won't give him a real battle, but at this time he couldn't care so much. He asked casually and said with a try:

"You actually said yes, then I'll give you this opportunity!"

"Did you see the two firepower points on that steep wall? Can you aim? I'll load you with shells. Can we knock him out?"

Wenfeng decided to give this recruit some motivation. Anyway, the soldiers these days are so stupid that they don’t want money or beauty. They just have a honor that is not as good as the so-called one, so Wenfeng tempted him with bad intentions:

"Zhang Qingfang, as long as you knock down those two firepower points, one to the third-class merit, and I will help you apply for the second-class merit, what do you think?"

Well, at that time, Wen Feng really felt like a big bad wolf seducing Little Red Riding Hood, shameless!

"Platform leader, this is what you said!"

However, Zhang Qingfang really recognized this trick. When he heard that he had a contribution, the boy's eyes shone with confidence and said, "Only two, I will definitely be able to fight. You can't betray the platoon leader!"

"Can I fool you?"

My literary style is depressed, this new recruit is very awesome.

"Click the ruler a little, well, the muzzle is going down, see where you run..."

The soldiers of the third squad stared at Zhang Qingfang one by one. Wenfeng found that Zhang Qingfang didn't look like bragging. The boy looked at the Vietnamese bunker with a mortar and finally said to Wenfeng who was stunned with dissatisfaction:

"Platform leader, please load it quickly! Real ink marks..."

"Oh, OK!"

The literary style was so depressed that he was actually despised. This new recruit really opened his eyes.

"Look at me, don't be rude! Call me..."

Not to mention that Zhang Qingfang was like that when he fired this cannon, he kept talking to himself as if reminding the literary style, and then he still let out the cannon with confidence.

Boom boom boom!

"Platform leader, I've been..."

"I've won, this kid actually hits!"

"Awesome, you boy!"

What stunned Wen Feng and the soldiers of the third squad were that the mortar shells flew out instinctively, and then a fiery spark exploded on the Vietnamese bunker in the distance. The soldiers immediately shouted excitedly. Wen Feng was still a little uncertain, but when the smoke screen dissipated, he was surprised to see that the bunker did not spit out the flames anymore. There was a big hole on it, which made Wen Feng scream loudly at Zhang Qingfang. Finally, he happily patted Zhang Qingfang's shoulder and said loudly:

"You kid, you should beat the other one down, you will be a great achievement!"

"Hehe, of course, I'll get a second-class merit right away!"

Looking at the exclamation of his comrades around him and the joy of the platoon leader, he praised him very much. This seemed to be the best reward. Zhang Qingfang looked at Wen Feng proudly, as if telling Wen Feng that this second-class achievement is of course not small, and he was very proud.

"By the way, platoon leader!"

Zhang Qingfang skillfully packed up the mortar, turned the muzzle again, then calibrated it, and aimed at the second bunker, but the kid kept his mouth.

"If we build another bunker, do you want to give me a first-class merit?"

Hehe, Zhang Qingfang looked at Wen Feng cunningly, as if she was still ambitious, but she slapped Wen Feng with great force...
Chapter completed!