"Staff Officer Fang, why don't you wear a mask?" Wu Qiujian asked at the other end of the trench, with a throwing hand and preparing to throw a fire bomb.

"Don't worry, I will never invade all poisons!" Fang Buwei said with a laugh.

...

Three hundred meters away.

"Why didn't you hear the screams of Chinese soldiers?"

A Japanese squad leader put down the small listening device in his hand and asked in confusion.

"It should be withdrawn!" the squadron leader responded.

He was holding a telescope in his hand and observing the nearby positions.

There was not a single living person in his sight, and he could only see the trenches that had been completely blown up and several scattered bodies.

"I can't even hear the gunshots. It seems that I have really withdrawn!" The squadron leader put down his telescope and said to the squadron leader, "The projection distance extends by one hundred meters, so that the artillery can fire another round of poisonous gas bombs, and then drive in!"

"Hi!" the captain responded.

He had no doubt about the squadron leader's judgment at all.

In the past, if there were Chinese soldiers within the range of the poison gas bomb, the first reaction would be to shoot blindly and then howl in pain.

No sound has been heard now, which means that the Chinese soldiers have withdrawn from their positions.

After nine grenade launchers fired another round, the squadron leader pointed forward and shouted loudly: "Go forward..."

"Hide it, the devils are here!"

Hearing the voice of the Japanese commander, Fang Buwei whispered and reminded another machine gun more than ten meters away.

Sitting on the cannon chair was Yi Jing, the battalion commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 523rd Regiment.

Fang Buwei really knew this person.

In my previous life, I remembered the story of the Wanwan Anti-Japanese War documentary "A Inch of Mountains and Rivers and One Inch of Blood".

He is one of the few surviving officers of the 88th Division.

Later, the first special operations force in the history of the Kuomintang was formed.

According to Wu Qiujian, the first shot in the Battle of Songhu was fired.

At first glance, it seems a bit stingy, a bit sloppy, and doesn't care about anything.

For example, he knew that the Japanese might have three regiments, and they immediately attacked, all of them still looked like they didn't care.

But Fang Buwei understood that such a person is the most suitable for fighting.

Because he rarely keeps calm when he is impulsive.

For example, now, Yi Jing believes that except for Fang Buwei, the entire 523rd Regiment, he is the most suitable to control the most mechanical cannon.

A calm mind but not afraid of death is the most important condition for a battlefield command.

Like Liu Xuwu, he was from the artillery department. As soon as he graduated, he was assigned to the instructor and served as the artillery platoon leader.

As long as it is a cannon, there is nothing he can't play with.

Wu Qiujian naturally had no objection.

Didn't you even come to command the throwing hand if he didn't see it?

The Japanese tanks restarted, and even Wu Qiujian heard the sound of the tracks rotating.

"Stay!" Fang Buwei shouted again.

Under the cover of the poisonous gas bomb smoke, even he could only hear the sound, but could not see the specific situation.

In this case, whoever fires first will be exposed first.

"Moulder!"

Fang Buwei stretched out his hand and filled his hands and handed the two molten bottles to Fang Buwei's hand.

He held the molten bottle and looked at Yi Jing ten meters away.

Yi Jing nodded vigorously, meaning he was ready.

Fang Buwei raised his ears and listened quietly.

Is the Japanese tank platoon a "T" formation?

Haha, a good opportunity.

The smoke from the poisonous gas bombs made the national army unable to see the situation of the military tanks and infantry, and the Japanese army also made the situation of the national army's positions.

In the absence of enemy strength, this armored charge formation can maximize the protection of all tanks and infantry behind the first tank.

But equally, the only one that can pose a direct threat to the enemy is the first tank.

It just gave Fang Buwei the opportunity to defeat one by one.

After listening for about ten seconds, Fang Buwei estimated that the distance was almost the same.

He ignited the cloth strip at the mouth of the bottle, opened his bows left and right, and the two molten bottles dragged two lines of fire and flew towards a tank led by the Japanese army.

With a "bang", a mobilizer hit the tank's armor and the other hit the ground.

The moment the flames rose, Yi Jing captured the shadow of the first Japanese tank.

He pulled off the board without hesitation.

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Fang Buwei jumped into the air and sat in the gun chair accurately: "Steer!"

The bullets fired by Yi Jing and the rising flames of the tank armor completely exposed the position of the Japanese tank.

The helmsman immediately set the direction of the muzzle.

"Enemy attack..."

"Grenadier..." the Japanese squadron leader shouted.

Where would Yi Jing have the chance to drop bombs to the Japanese?

After a chain of bullets was shot, he jumped off the machine cannon like a flying, and roared: "Retreat!"

Yi Jing and the helmsman used all their strength to push the machine gun forward, and followed behind with their hands and pushing the link box.

There were also several soldiers following the trench below and transporting bullets to them.

As soon as Yi Jing's gun stopped, Fang Buwei's gun fired, and he was still the first tank he fired.

Although Yi Jing's fifty armor-piercing bombs stopped the first tank, it seemed that the threat did not completely eliminate.

The front machine gun of the tank had already opened fire from the place Yi Jing had just set up.

At the same time, Fang Buwei shouted at the machine gunner who was climbing on the slope: "Build a gun..."

Three water-cooled heavy machine guns and eight Czech light machine guns pushed up at the same time, pulling the trigger almost at the same time.

According to Fang Buwei's division of labor, each person's responsibilities are very clear.

Fang Buwei and Yi Jing specialize in fighting tanks, while the machine gunners are specifically responsible for strafing.

Under the cross firepower of eleven machine guns, the Japanese grenades did not even dare to reveal their heads from behind the tank, let alone firing artillery.

Fang Buwei pulled the trigger tightly. Before the 100 armor-piercing bullets were finished, a huge fireball suddenly appeared in front of him, and then another "puff" sound was muffled.

Ha ha……

Fang Buwei almost made a sound.

The Japanese tank's fuel tank was blown up.

This is the first one!

"Retreat!" Fang Buwei jumped off the machine gun like a flying one.

"Scatter..." The Japanese commander roared with all his strength.

Each tank of the Japanese army was equipped with a base shell, which is one hundred rounds. God knows whether these shells would be burned and exploded.

Fang Buwei pushed the machine gun and kept looking at it with his head tilted.

Unfortunately, when he turned to the next shooting point, he didn't wait for the Japanese tank to explode.

But the fire is getting bigger and bigger.

Now there is no need to guide the casting of the incendiary bottle. The flames ignited by the first tank of the Japanese illuminated the nearby ones clearly.

The tanks behind attacked one after another, rushing towards the national military positions while opening fire.
Chapter completed!