"Who fired the gun?" a nearby company commander asked angrily.

The regular army is better, and the miscellaneous troops, especially the one with poor discipline, are just a point as big as a soybean, and the soldiers can't help but shoot.

The range of Hanyang is not that far, and even the root hair cannot be used.

The 88th Division is also the most elite and disciplined unit in the national army. It is not the first time that the Japanese have faced close contact with each other, so the soldiers are naturally not so panicked.

But the company commander is not a matter of distance.

The smoke and dust have not yet dissipated, and most of the Raozhang Realm are still foggy and there is no one to see. Now shooting is a waste of bullets.

A soldier pointed to Fang Buwei's direction.

The company commander ran over with an angry look on his face. When he saw that it was Fang Buwei, he did not dare to say anything.

Ye Xingzhong waved his hand impatiently, meaning that he would go back wherever he came from.

Fang Buwei ignored what was happening around him at all, and only the commander on the Japanese tank in his eyes.

Although the mountain cannon was horrified, the Japanese mortars were still firing. I wonder if the tanks had found the location of the national mortars and were also firing continuously.

No sound, coupled with the interference of smoke, the tank commander did not notice at all. An infantryman following his tank had been blown away.

Only two accomplices near the soldiers discovered it and immediately got behind the slam.

I wonder if these two soldiers were reminding the commander, but Fang Buwei vaguely saw that the commander first turned his head back, and then seemed to be about to get into the shit.

Just as a smog of smoke came, blocking Fang Buwei's vision.

If you don't fight, you will have no chance. Fang Buwei immediately pulled the trigger without any delay.

He pulled the bolt and put his eyes on the scope again, the smoke just dissipated.

The man was gone, but the clear pool of blood outside the window proved that Fang Buwei hit him again.

With such a shot in the head, the gods could not be saved even if they came.

"Chirp chirp..." The earth flowers splashed on the earth beam in front of him, and Fang Buwei suddenly lowered his head.

This is a Japanese car-mounted machine gun.

Japan Rao reacted too quickly, and he was discovered after only two shots?

Even though the other party is the enemy, Fang Buwei has to admire him.

He estimated that either the firelight generated when the bullet was shot out of the muzzle exposed his position, or the Japanese judges judged his position based on the wounds on the head of the commander and the Japanese soldier.

Fang Buwei never realized that this is a plot that only appears in the Anti-Japanese War God drama.

In the early days of the War of Resistance Against Japan, the infantry and tanks of the Japanese army were carefully selected. Their main function was to protect tanks.

The speed of the marksmanship is accurate.

Within a distance of three to four hundred meters, when shooting on his knees, he can basically reach five shots.

Many national troops, including the Central Army, experienced mortars or gun-locked gunners often only fire two guns at most, and they will quickly transfer or abandon the guns and escape.

These are all experiences that are filled with human lives.

Fang Buwei let out a heavy breath and got off the trench with a gun.

"Run!" Fang Buwei shouted loudly, "I'm going to get shot!"

The soldiers in the trench had long seen Fang Buwei climbing on the slope behind the trench and aiming halfway with his gun. Seeing that he had fired two shots, the opponent's bullets came. I don't know that the Japanese had already judged the specific location.

Next, the Japanese must fire here.

The soldiers nearby moved towards both ends in a swarm.

No matter how accurate the Japanese tanks were, they could not shoot shells into the trenches. The trenches were dug deep enough, so naturally they were not afraid of shrapnel shooting in.

But the problem is that the trench was blown up, but it could bury people alive.

Sure enough, at most ten seconds, the space of more than ten meters was cleared in the trench. A shell shot and exploded at a position less than ten meters after Li Fang Buwei climbed.

Fang Buwei saw that a shrapnel was inserted into the place he had just crawled.

He gasped a sudden cold air.

Very dangerous!

Fortunately, I reacted quickly.

Ye Xingzhong looked at Fang Buwei with a look of gods.

Fang Buwei almost died, thanks to his alertness and timely action.

How could this ability to respond on the spot look like the first time I went to the battlefield?

"Stop it, change the place!" Fang Buwei roared, held his gun, jumped into the trench with his waist, and dug out the cluster grenade and explosive pack from the soil.

Ye Xingzhong carried another gun, snatched two bundles of grenades from a soldier, and then chased after him.

After running along the trench for more than twenty meters, Fang Buwei set up a gun again.

"Look at me, the tank is 100 meters away, so I'll remind me!" Fang Buwei said.

Although Ye Xing was confused in the center, he still nodded and quickly set up a gun.

One hundred meters, the soldiers carrying explosives were just about to be on the best distance to bomb the tanks and bomb.

I hope Fang Buwei was not fooling himself just now.

The smoke and dust have basically disappeared, and the situation on the position can be roughly seen clearly.

There were three tanks in total, and they were still advancing at an extremely fast speed, less than two hundred meters away from the position.

Behind each tank, there were almost twenty infantry soldiers.

He looked back and later, the Japanese troops were preparing to charge.

If you look at it, at least four or five hundred should be an infantry squadron.

But there were only more than 300 people in the trenches, and less than a single battalion was there.

Fang Buwei gritted his teeth. If there was no miracle, he would probably not be able to defend this position now.

The battalion commander's face had long turned into dirt gray.

In the morning, the opponent attacked tentatively once, but it was only the size of a team and only one tank.

Where did the rest come out?

"Go to the commander and tell him that if you don't send anyone to reinforce us, just wait to collect our bodies..."

The commander ran out like a flying army.

Fang Buwei was also a little confused: The Japanese only had one squadron of troops, so why did there be three tanks alone?

But now there is no time to think about this.

If you don’t fight, you may not be able to escape.

Fang Buwei was searching for the target quickly.

A Japanese soldier knelt behind the side of the treaking knot, fiddling with a grenade, holding a grenade in his hand, and was about to fill it in.

Fang Buwei just had a shot.

It didn't hit the head, it hit the upper body.

A bloody flower rose, and the shooter fell head-on to the Lin.

A soldier behind him carried a gun, got out from behind the tank, and ran to pick up the grenade launcher.

Fang Buwei shot another shot.

"There are snipers..."

The squad leader who followed the tank shouted.

The other infantry looked at the two corpses on the ground and no longer dared to come over to pick up grenade launchers. Instead, they all hid behind the tanks.

The commander of the National Army had ordered the shooting. The bullet hit the tank and made a "ding-bang bang" sound, but it was useless at all.
Chapter completed!