Just when the death squad and the devil were fighting to the death, there was silence on the position where the fat man was.
After a simple bandage, the wound on his ear threw away the torn towel and replaced it with clean medical gauze.
The fat man had been resting on the position for an afternoon, and when it was dark in the evening, he ordered his brothers to divide into two shifts and take turns to hide in the anti-artillery holes to rest, and sent a few skilled men out to reconnoiter and reconnoitre, and as soon as there was an enemy situation, they immediately contacted them by signal flares.
After the arrangement, the fat man hurriedly hid in the anti-artillery hole and fell asleep, to say that the fat man's psychological quality is quite good, and it was rainy outside.
The trenches were so damp that there was already water in the bomb holes that he was able to soak his feet in the water and sleep peacefully.
When he was sleeping soundly, the fat man was woken up, he looked unhappy, wiped the halazi on the side of his mouth, and asked, "What's the matter, what's the hurry?"
It was a scout he sent out who woke up the fat man: "Report to the regiment, the little devil is touching the position, I came back to report the news, and the other two brothers are still over there." ” "Ah, then why don't you send a flare" The fat man heard that the devil was coming to sneak attack, and he was completely sleepy.
"We were afraid that the flare would be detected by the devils, and my legs and feet were sharper than theirs, so we asked me to report the news."
"Oh, then hurry up and tell the brothers to enter the battle position, listen to my orders, let the devils go to a distance of fifty meters and then concentrate on firing, leaving a hundred or so brothers in the trenches to deal with the devils who rushed into the trenches through the air."
The fat man is not chaotic and well arranged.
The fighters were woken up one after another, each entered the combat position, pulled the grenade cover and put it within reach of his hand, the bullets were loaded, the bombing team was ready, and waited for the fat man to give the order, and threw the grenades out.
The brothers of the bombing group have a soft spot for those British grenades, which are lightweight, throw far, and have a powerful explosion, so everyone gave the grenades a name, called small melons, but the number of such grenades is too small, and now there are only two or three grenades per person.
The fat man was lying in the trench, his head shrunk and he was using a telescope to look at the situation in front of the position, but he couldn't see anything in the drizzly night.
At that time, there were no infrared telescopes, and the fat man was so anxious that he used the radio to ask Zhang Ercheng to send a flare in front of their position.
After Zhang Ercheng received the news, he immediately sent a flare, only to hear a "snort" sound, and something like a big gasoline lamp floated over the position.
The fat man hurriedly took a look with his binoculars, my God, a hundred meters in front of the position, there were a large number of devils lying on their stomachs, and when they saw the flare lit, they quickly stood up and formed an attack formation to rush towards the position.
The fat man broke out in a cold sweat, his grandmother's, the level of the little devil peek-a-boo is too high, it is almost to the point of being superb, if he hits the flare one step later, maybe he will start hand-to-hand combat in the trench now, what a fucking hanging.
The fat man wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and scolded the little devil in his heart.
When the flare was about to hit the ground, the fat man shouted: "The devil is not far from us, machine guns, rifles hit me hard." ” Before the words fell, the dull firing sound characteristic of the Maxine heavy machine gun sounded in the fat man's ears, followed by the cheerful and rapid burst of fire from the Browning light machine gun, the precise point fire sound peculiar to the Czech style, and the calm gunfire of the medium rifle resounded in the night sky.
The fat man couldn't see what was going on with the little devil now, he could only estimate the speed of the devil's march to almost forty or fifty meters, and shouted: "The bomb throwing group drops the bomb" Suddenly, all kinds of grenades and grenades under black pressure smashed into the little devil together, and a rumbling explosion was accompanied by the bright light of the explosion, and the fat man finally saw the devil's situation clearly.
I saw a large number of devils lying in front of the position, and a large number of yellow and slimy ones rushed up behind.
The devil's small steel cannons, mortars, all kinds of light and heavy machine guns, 38 large covers, and grenades all smashed into their positions like a raging storm.
The fat man subconsciously shrank his head, and a bullet just flew past his scalp, and then a mortar shell exploded not far from him, throwing him out on the spot.
The moment the fat man was thrown up, he thought that he must be burping now, and then with a "poof", he landed on a soft thing.
The fat man touched it with his hand, and it turned out to be a soldier who had fallen to the ground with injuries, his hands were full of blood, and he couldn't tell whether the blood was his, or the soldier he used as a cushion.
The fat man probed the soldier's snort with his hand, and unfortunately, he had been seriously injured before, and he could not resist this smash, and died a heroic death.
The fat man apologized to the soldier: "Brother, I'm sorry, it's all because the little devil is fierce, my old Liu is unintentional, you get over there, don't settle accounts with me, if I don't die this time, I will burn paper for you every year, if you die, I will apologize to you in person over there." ” After speaking, the fat man fumbled in the soldier's pocket for a while, took out a piece of paper, and couldn't see anything in the darkness at night.
After the incident, the fat man immediately asked Zhang Ercheng for artillery support, but Zhang Ercheng was busy bombarding the little devils besieging the death squad, and after he received the news from the fat man, he really had a headache.
Zhou Wu had confessed before that he would let him shell the devil who surrounded the death squad with all his might, but he didn't say that he wouldn't give the fat man artillery support, and the fat man was notoriously quick-tempered, if he neglected him this time, unless he hung up on the battlefield, he would have to remember it for a lifetime.
Zhang Ercheng pondered for a while, and pulled out a third of the artillery fire to bombard the fat man's position, he thought that he had to ensure the main direction first, anyway, the artillery support has already given you the fat man, as for whether the density is enough is another matter, whether he can block the devil's attack this time depends on the fat man's bravery.
However, in this way, the artillerymen were so busy that they were so tired that they were miserable, and they were constantly working in a high-intensity, high-decibel environment, and everyone would make mistakes, plus the fat man was so mixed up, and a brother went wrong when he put shells into the barrel of the 82 mortar.
The mortar hit in a hurry, and his first shell was not put at the bottom of the barrel for some reason, and he thought it had been fired, so he hurriedly took the second shell and put it inside.
There was a boom, and the loaded artilleryman and a dozen or so people next to him were blown to pieces.
Fortunately, there was not much ammunition near this mortar, otherwise the entire heavy artillery position would have been destroyed.
Zhang Ercheng hurriedly ordered to suspend the shelling, and sprayed water to cool the position next to the explosion, which delayed a lot of time, and the death squad, which was much more serious than the fat man, had not come to urge, so he scolded on the radio: "Lao Zhang, why the hell are you halfway eunuch, hurry up and open fire, the little devil is about to rush to the edge of our position." ” Zhang Ercheng is harboring a belly of fire, killing and wounding more than a dozen artillerymen for no reason, that is a technical talent, it takes time and effort to cultivate, and it costs money, when I heard the fat man scolding on the radio, he was also angry when he was usually good-tempered.
"Dead fatty, you won't fight without the support of artillery, Lao Tzu has a big incident, I'm fighting the fire, I don't have time to take care of you."
The fat man was choked by Zhang Ercheng's words and rolled his eyes, and just wanted to use the radio to complain to Zhou Wu, but the little devils had already rushed to the edge of the trenches, and a few of them were about to jump down.
The fat man cursed in his mouth, picked up a sapper shovel and slashed it at the feet of the devil who was about to jump down, and the little devil's calf was directly cut off by the fat man, and he let out a heart-rending scream.
The fat man said in his mouth: "Little devil, you die early and overlive, and the fat grandfather will give you a ride."
After saying that, he smashed the little devil's head with a sapper shovel.
The trenches were full of devils jumping in, but fortunately, the fat man was more thoughtful, and left a few skilled soldiers in the trenches in advance to deal with the devils who jumped in.
Dozens of devils who jumped in were eliminated by the soldiers waiting in the trenches, and the fat man was furious, and hurried to a Maxine heavy machine gun, while shouting to a wounded man who was not yet dead: "Quickly reload me" The wounded soldier immediately held up the bullet belt and loaded it into Maxine's heavy machine gun, and the fat man gritted his teeth and pressed Maxine's trigger, spraying angry bullets and sweeping towards the devil.
The devils fell down one after another like a cut straw, and the others, because they got rid of the little devil's entanglement in the trenches, returned to their combat positions, picked up their weapons and continued to shoot at the devils outside.
The devils were overwhelmed by this burst of fire, and retreated alternately at the sound of an officer's order.
The fat man took a breath, and when he had taken a breath, he got up and called for the casualties to be counted, and the following report said that there were now only four hundred people left, including more than a hundred seriously wounded.
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After hearing this, the fat man fainted directly, and several people around him hurriedly supported him.
It took a long time for the fat man to wake up, and his first sentence was: "Quick, report to the brigade quickly, the western front will not be able to hold it." ” t1706231537: