We can use this sentence to describe the mood of Wersh after taking over Lambler's command:

My name is Wersh, I am just a little lieutenant, but now I have become the commander of a bunch of paratroopers in the hundred battles. I am very panicked, so I ask for a cover...

Well, that's about this situation. After taking over the command, the Germans came in that night. A fierce battle almost made the paratroopers defeat Wilsh's nerves never relaxed. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that he would bring a group of paratroopers and finally let down the sacrifice of the victims and failed to defend the town where 300 people were bleeding!

Finally... I finally heard someone saying that I wanted to command here. After hearing this, Wilsh almost knelt down to Captain Miller. He was really a living Bodhisattva who was suffering. Cough cough, I ran to the wrong set.

After Miller took over command, the first thing he did was to check all the ammunition and medicine supplies, but the result he got broke the captain's heart...

There are abundant ammunition and machine guns, but mortars and recoilless cannons were all consumed in the previous battles. The rocket launcher and the one they brought with them, the total number of rockets was only 3, while the number of rockets was only 13. This is still the number after the five they brought back. Even grenades were extremely scarce, with only a pitiful 29, which could not even be able to do one by one.

"How could it be so few?" Miller asked in surprise. Since the beginning of the World War, the US military has been famous for being rich and powerful. Although the number of paratroopers cannot be increased, they have airdrop support and should not be so short of them.

"We only got an airdrop once on the day we entered Lambler, and never received a supply once," said Wilsh with a wry smile. "Sir, you can see it too. The battle here is too strong and consumes too much."

"Distribute the mortar shells, which can be used as a grenade emergency. Do you know the way to throw them?"

"I know." Wersh replied, and then said, "But we are extremely lacking in dealing with tanks. According to intelligence, there are three tiger-style vehicles in the German army that came this time. These thirteen rockets may not be able to defeat one."

Miller thought for a while and asked, “Is there a lack of explosives here?”

"There is no shortage, there is plenty of explosives buried there."

"You can consider using viscosmetic. Do you know viscosmetic?" Miller asked Wilsh. The way this thing was made was recorded in the combat manual, but few of the soldiers Miller saw could calm down and see the thing. Most of the people were more superstitious about their instructors.

Wersh immediately replied: "Put the explosives into the socks, stuff them with oil and stick them to the tank. The combat manual contains..."

Miller looked at Wilsh in surprise, a little surprised, but then he thought that he was an elite paratrooper after all, and it was reasonable that the officers could have such high qualities.

Wersh was a little guilty. He could know viscoelastic. Thanks to Sobel's severity, everyone in E's company memorized the combat manuals thoroughly, which made him face Miller's question without embarrassing. However, he could not learn and apply it well. In fact, it was useless.

Miller's military literacy is quite good. He walked around a town full of ruins for a few times, and combined with the information learned by the paratroopers, he immediately made targeted arrangements. In fact, Captain Miller was not sure whether he could stop the Germans. After all, they had only more than 30 people in total, while the upcoming German troops had at least one hundred people, as well as armored vehicles and tanks.

But at this point, what he, as the interim commander, could do was to do his best and leave his destiny.

...

Yuan Lang said:

War is a process of living to death.

But Zheng Yingqi, who knows the ending of this plot, knows that the upcoming battle is a battle to survive. If you want to survive, you either rely on luck or think of another way.

If you rely solely on luck, unless you have a protagonist like Ryan, you may only be Captain Miller's death and end up in peace.

Zheng Yingqi's own luck has always been pitiful. In the Hunter School, he almost died several times. When the Black Hawk fell, he died. When the sword was drawn, he also died and beat him to death, he didn't dare to gamble on his luck.

Then I can only think of another way!

Of course, the easiest way is to escape. As long as you run faster than the German bullets, it is easy to survive, but this way...

Ahem, Zheng Yingqi himself cannot accept this kind of way of living alone. It would be better to die than to live like this.

but……

A few minutes later, Zheng Yingqi gave up this way of thinking that made him particularly displeased. He always lived to die. Why did he suddenly think about how to survive before the battle?

【This idea is very wrong.】

Zheng Yingqi shook his head and simply never wanted to survive. He was a soldier and should try to fight, not survive!

[Foreseeing the feeling of greed for life and fear of death brought by the plot?]

Zheng Yingqi reflected on his own faults. After shook his head again, he became that simple warrior again.

"Jacob, Captain Miller is looking for you." The paratrooper who was part-time messenger came to inform Zheng Yingqi. Zheng Yingqi hurried to Miller and Wersh who were setting up defense to report.

After Miller finished the command in front of him, he said to Zheng Yingqi without hesitation: "Sergeant Jacob, I have a task here. Lieutenant Wilsh recommends you to me."

"What mission?"

"Teel the enemy." Miller pointed to the ruined road in front of him and said, "We must let the Germans scatter the attack and defeat them one by one before they gathered in the attack bridge. Do you understand how many people you will lure the enemy and lure the Germans into the three battlefields we have drawn out?"

"Teel the enemy and lure the Germans into the three battlefields on the left, center and right. Understand." Zheng Yingqi replied.

Miller nodded and said that he was very good, then shouted to Lebin: "Lebin, follow Sergeant Jacob to lure the enemy."

Lebin looked at Zheng Yingqi and said that there was no problem that the Rangers were the elite of the army. Their slogan was "Rangers are the vanguards". Paratroopers often shouted the slogan "Korahis" (no one helped him). They felt at least relieved when fighting with such people.

"Listen to Sergeant Jacob's command!" Miller reminded him, and Lebin rolled his eyes, expressing deep dissatisfaction with Captain Miller's distrust for him.

Zheng Yingqi was about to go to some people, but Miller shouted again: "Sergeant Jacob." Facing Zheng Yingqi's puzzled, Miller whispered: "Leave Ryan."

After looking at the captain deeply, Zheng Yingqi now had enough reason to believe that the reason why Ryan could survive to the end with the protagonist's luck may be related to Miller's protection.

But Miller's actions are always heartwarming.

"It's the sir."

Zheng Yingqi took Laibin to his position and said to Ryan: "Ryan, Sergeant Roche needs help, you go and get some money."

"yes."

After supporting Ryan, Zheng Yingqi said to Alli and Martin: "Follow me."

Alley and Martin looked at each other and felt a bad feeling again. Could it be another chore.

Of course, as they expected, they both made a tough quest.

"We have to race against the shells this time." Ali commented on this mission. Although he was mean, he did not hesitate at all. He followed Zheng Yingqi to a place more than 400 meters away from the town and hid it on the spot.

Facing Zheng Yingqi's location selection, Lebin whispered: "Is this too far? The German army has tanks and armored vehicles. We want to run four hundred meters under their muzzles and muzzles."

Zheng Yingqi replied: "As long as we can attract more German anger."

Lebin rolled his eyes, and it was, enough distances could attract more German anger, but such a long distance would kill us.

"I have a premonition...we may die here." Laibin whispered that Laibin, who had no idea of ​​his "prophet" attribute, made a rash statement, and Zheng Yingqi didn't think much about it. In this battle, it would be normal to die in this battle.

The main force of the German army seemed to be very disconnected from the vanguard. After waiting for more than an hour, there was no trace of the German army. Just as Zheng Yingqi was thinking about whether to take advantage of the time to take a break, Ali, who suddenly ran back hurriedly and said:

"The German army is here!"

This warning drove Zheng Yingqi's sleepiness away from his shadow.

About ten minutes later, the shadow of the German army slowly appeared, two tanks, three armored vehicles, and several infantrymen. Due to the direction, Zheng Yingqi also vaguely saw something behind the armored vehicle, and looked at the vague outline, like a 20mm anti-aircraft machine gun.

The number of German tanks and armored vehicles is not in line with intelligence!

"The number is wrong," Ali said solemnly: "Did the Germans divide the troops?"

"No, look at their infantry looking so dirty, they must have been bombed." Zheng Yingqi identified the situation from the state of the German infantry. No wonder the German army came late. It should have been attacked by his own plane. Unfortunately, the plane did not bomb and reimburse the German army, otherwise it would be beautiful!

Seeing the German army approaching slowly, Zheng Yingqi ordered: "Prepare!"

The four of them slowly opened the distance and nervously pointed their weapons at the German army.

The German army had tanks to open the way, and the infantry were all huddled behind. There was not even a sitting infantry on the Tiger Type that opened the way. However, the tanks and armored vehicles behind were full of soldiers who were resting. They might be afraid of being bombed. The tanks were marching for a very long distance, which was 50 meters long!

The disadvantage of this is that the effective range of the M1 carbine is about 200 meters. Only when the tiger-like style at the head is more than 100 meters away from them can they be able to attack the infantry on the tank behind them.

The range of the M1 carbine is a flaw, even if Zheng Yingqi is sure to shoot accurately at a distance of about 240 meters. If he exceeds this distance, even if he is not powerful, he will catch this ineffective range!

Regretted that it would be useless to not carry the Springfield rifle, Zheng Yingqi could only signal the other three to keep calm and wait for his order to open fire.

The sound of the tank rumbling became louder and louder. The distance of more than 100 meters was simply under the nose of the heading machine gun. Leibin, Alli and Martin's palms were already sweating, but Zheng Yingqi was still unmoved, and the guest couldn't help but shoot.

[Crazy! These paratroopers are fucking crazy!]

Lebin cried out in his heart, he was convinced, he was really convinced, it was a tank, an invincible and indestructible tiger style, so you let such a big steel weapon approach us?

How brave are you when you approach our flesh and blood body!

Zheng Yingqi was very calm. It was not until the first Tiger style was 140 meters away from them that he issued an order to open fire. He was afraid that if the distance was further away, Lebin, Alli and Martin would not hit the second Tiger style infantry who had been on the rest.

After a command, the gunshots started to crackle. Zheng Yingqi shot four bullets in a rapid single shot in less than two seconds, hitting three infantrymen. Leibin, Ali and the others were a lot worse. The three of them fired more than a dozen shots, but most of the bullets fell on the tank. With the terrifying armor thickness of the tiger-style, bullets were not even tickling. Bullets hitting the tank would only form jumping bullets. But for the infantry on the tank, these jumping wine shops were Yan Luo who was seeking life.

In one encounter, at least five infantrymen sitting on the second tank fell down, but the numbers were not certain. Some soldiers subconsciously rushed to the ground after being attacked, which seriously affected their judgment.

After the bullet roared for a few seconds, Zheng Yingqi hissed and shouted: "Retreat quickly!"

Lebin cleaned up the most quickly, put away his gun and ran away, Ally followed closely behind. Martin ran away after firing a few more bullets, but in this second it became a natural barrier between life and death!

The heading machine gun on the tiger-like style began to spit out flames, and life-seeking lines spewed out from the muzzle. A bullet hit Martin's thigh, and after flying a large piece of flesh and blood, Martin rolled to the ground.

Zheng Yingqi was the last one to turn around and run, but after just taking a step, he saw Martin screaming and falling to the ground.

Grass!

He couldn't help but curse, but without hesitation, he chose to jump in front of Martin. He dragged Martin aside with the machine gun greeting.

"Ah... it hurts... it hurts..." Martin screamed repeatedly. Zheng Yingqi pounced on Martin to check Martin's wounds. He saw a piece of flesh as big as a fist on Martin's thigh, and blood was gushing.

Zheng Yingqi subconsciously wanted to bandage, but he endured the tiger style's speed was not fast, but how much time could the tiger style take for the tiger style in a distance of less than 120 meters?

"Save me...I don't want to die...I don't want to die..." Martin screamed.
Chapter completed!