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Chapter 24 Type [-] Infantry Artillery
After time travel, Yan Zhi has also studied the weapons at that time, so if you come here, let it be safe!He is an expert in guns, ammunition, and cold weapons, but he has little knowledge of various large and small artillery during World War II.

It's because of the suspicion that Wu Zhonghua will prevent the soldiers from practicing with devils, so Yan Zhi asked him to kill the devils in the watchtower.

Yan Zhi was well aware of the eternal truth that one must first sharpen one's weapon if one wants to do a good job. On the battlefield, sometimes a single shell can change the direction of the entire battle, so he immediately sent people to lookout upstairs. Replace Wu Zhonghua.

Touching the [-]-type infantry artillery, Wu Zhonghua loved and hated it: "The [-] artillery is both a good thing and a bad thing. As long as there are devils, the [-] infantry artillery is almost indispensable. It is very important to our Chinese army. the most damage."

Yan Zhigang wanted to say that it was not the fault of running away, but Wu Zhonghua continued: "But I also know that this is not Pao's fault, it is the little devil who has no humanity."

Yan Zhi nodded, squinted his eyes, stroked his non-existent beard, and said to himself: "You can teach a child!"

Wu Zhonghua also squinted his eyes and turned around twice on the spot, pointing to a rock in the north of the Chichi Valley and said: "That is the best place to place the [-] infantry artillery, the shooting range can cover the entire Chichi Valley, one shot Going down will make the little devil cry and cry. Come, come, four brothers, carry this [-] gun over."

The total weight of the [-]-type infantry gun is only a little over two hundred catties, and it is very convenient to transport. In wartime, as long as two strong soldiers can change the position of the gun at will, and it can also be broken down into several parts for transportation, it is suitable for various environments Survival under the environment, the requirements for various battlefield roads are almost reduced to the lowest point.

Wu Zhonghua directed everyone to do it himself: "Remove the protective shield of the gun. We are condescending and don't need a protective shield. As long as the little devils enter the Valley of Inserting Wings, I will let them taste the taste of their own infantry artillery. Inserting Wings If you put your wings in the valley, the little devil can't escape even if you put your wings in."

The soldiers removed the shields of the [-]nd Infantry Cannon. The height of the cannon was only slightly higher than a person's calf, making it appear more flexible and capable.

A [-] infantry gun is mounted in a grass nest on the rock at the upper north corner of the Inserting Wing Valley, with only the muzzle facing down. It is easy to be hidden, even if the opponent uses a telescope, it is difficult to find it.

Another [-] infantry gun is placed at the entrance very close to the Wing Valley, which can give full play to the accuracy, suddenness and violence of its firepower.

After everything was properly arranged, Yan Zhi asked the soldiers to hang the replaced military uniforms behind the small thorn bushes at the entrance of the Inserting Wing Valley. Going, it seems that there are many soldiers of the enemy and our two sides, hiding behind the bushes and shooting at each other.

At six o'clock, the sun that was about to set was already covered by the forest, and a faint moist mist began to overflow from the bottom of the Chichi Valley, but outside the valley was still hot and dry.

06:30 Yan Zhi stood on a high place with his binoculars and looked towards the entrance of the Inserted Wing Valley. The clothes of the Chinese soldiers hanging behind the thorns outside the entrance of the Inserted Wing Valley vaguely looked like real soldiers. No difference.

Simple fortifications have been built at the place where the Chichi Valley connects to the Great Rift Valley. More than a dozen national army soldiers wearing Japanese military uniforms and [-]-style steel helmets are lying in the grass, humming and haha, pretending to shoot outside the Chiwing Valley, Throwing a grenade, the two sides were in a fierce exchange of fire.

Yan Zhi patted his thigh: "Don't worry, you bumpkins are learning pretty fast."

The faces of a few soldiers listening were black.

Yan Zhi handed the binoculars to Zhao Fugui and Lu Xuguang, who had also been exchanged, to let them see if there were any flaws. They were veterans on the battlefield.

Both said that it is completely possible to confuse the real with the fake.

Yan Zhi made a gesture to stop shooting.

The acting soldiers immediately stopped performing.

When everything was ready, Yan Zhishang ran to the telephone room out of breath and rang the phone.

"Hello!" As soon as the call was connected, Yan Zhi stretched out his thumb, and Zhao Fugui outside the door ordered the soldiers to shoot into the sky.

"Da da da……"

Then, the crooked handle that many people were holding behind rang.

Then, the three-eighth covers of several other soldiers also rang.

There are also a few soldiers in the distance, interpreting the sound of the Zhongzheng rifle to the extreme.

Someone threw a few grenades into the woods, scaring the translator who was missing an ear not far away so much that he wet his pants.

Anyway, the devil's ammunition here is endless and wasteful, and he can't take it with him when he leaves.

For a moment, the overwhelming shouts and killings seemed to be in the distance, but they were actually right in front of us.

Yan Zhi preemptively just got through the phone, before waiting for Yukio Mishima on the other end to ask, he eagerly asked first: "Password!"

Yukio Mishima said: "It's so hot!"

"It's good if it doesn't die from the heat!" Yan Zhi replied, and then secretly cursed the password designed by some bastard.

Yan Zhi shouted eagerly: "Mr. Mishima, Mr. Mishima, we were attacked by Chinese people in Chichi Valley. Their firepower is strong. Please support quickly, please support quickly."

Zhao Fugui made a tactical gesture outside the door, and the gunfire of the soldiers became more chaotic and fiercer.

Yukio Mishima on the other end of the phone seemed to be in a daze for a moment, and then asked, "Higashino-kun, how many Shina people are there?"

"There must be at least 300 people. It seems that they have planned a long time ago and wanted to attack us. Now our army has been caught off guard by them. Please come to support quickly. The firepower of the Chinese people is very fierce. Everyone on our side They’re all up, and I’m going up too. Please support quickly, support quickly.” Yan Zhi didn’t care about 21, anyway, he used all the lines he learned from watching TV.

Hearing a noisy sound from the other end of the phone, Yan Zhi immediately hung up the phone.

Five minutes later, Chao Yanzhi, a soldier on the watchtower, made a gesture, and the devil's mobile unit was spotted in the distance, and they were quickly approaching.

Wu Zhonghua yelled: "Brothers, the devils are here, everyone is here!"

After crossing over, it was the first time that he led the squad and the devils to fight with real guns and live ammunition. Yan Zhi felt a little panicked. At this time, the strength of the enemy and us is very different.

At this time, the sun was almost setting, and the light of natural light gradually dimmed.Standing on the side of the Japanese army in the Chichi Valley, looking towards the entrance of the Chichi Valley and the Grand Canyon, it is already a little blurry. If you don’t use a telescope, you can only see the shadowy grass. Many soldiers on both sides are raising guns and shooting at each other. The grass and leaves in the beaten valley were flying around, and the rocks were jumping around.

Three [-]-style military side tricycles of the Japanese army came rumblingly, with the sun flag of the Japanese army flying in front of the car, the riders wore transparent goggles, and a soldier holding a [-]-shaped cover sat behind him, [-] In the side compartment of the Japanese military tricycle, a Japanese machine gunner with a crooked handle was sitting upright. He rushed in first like a storm. Behind them, about one or two kilometers away, was a fully loaded The military vehicle of the Guizi soldiers drove towards them at a slightly slower speed, raising yellow sand.

The nine devils jumped off the [-]-style motorcycle and saw Yan Zhi, who was wearing a captain's uniform, standing on the side of the valley, with one hand on the handle of the captain's knife and the other hand holding a telescope, looking towards the battlefield. Looking around, there were only two soldiers standing behind him.

(End of this chapter)