In the trenches of Zhongdingfu position.

The young lieutenant, who had been taken away by a veteran, had an arm hanging and walked in the trench with his waist, informing his subordinates of his decision to go up to the top.

Nearly 500 people from the three companies in Zhongdingfu will withdraw from the position first and retreat back to the tunnel, leaving only one company under his command to defend the position. The artillery of friendly troops will cover the 100 meters in front of the position in three minutes.

Everyone must first find their own anti-aircraft hole to prevent being accidentally injured by friendly artillery fire. This is what the lieutenant must explain to everyone.

The young lieutenant who was explaining to the soldiers suddenly felt a concerned look. He looked up and saw the old soldier several meters away shooting on his arm. He felt mixed emotions and he couldn't help but speed up his steps forward: "Squad Leader 5, have you found the anti-aircraft artillery hole for your squad? There is still one minute to start shelling."

"I have already made arrangements here, but what about you, what's the arm?" The veteran seemed to be not excited at all because of the superior's special care. Instead, his eyes rolled and he asked hard.

"I was swept through the Black Hawk Empire machine gun, and my left hand didn't affect the shooting." The young lieutenant was not angry. He naturally pulled out the pistol inserted at his waist with his complete right hand and explained to the veteran.

In that way, he didn't look like a superior or subordinate, but more like a junior facing an elder.

"Hmph, hurry back to your command center and don't show off. The bullets on the battlefield are not eye-catching." The veteran was obviously a little unhappy and snorted and taught a lesson.

"Then, squad leader, be careful." The young lieutenant turned around and walked. He just took two steps and turned around and said softly.

After saying that, he turned around and left resolutely, never looking back.

"Be careful!" The veteran looked at the young back who was leaving with a hard face just now, and became softer little by little, and said in a voice that only he could hear.

Obviously, this veteran has a special relationship with the young lieutenant beyond his comrades. Not every veteran can talk to his superiors like this.

"Swish..." The artillery fire from the Artillery Company of the Independent Regiment arrived as scheduled.

Fireworks suddenly bloomed at the forefront of Zhongdingfu position, which was nearly three miles wide. The rebels were suddenly blown up and overwhelmed.

The Bamen Mountain Cannon can cover only a few hundred square meters of areas. As long as it is not hit directly, even if it explodes five meters away from the 11-ton self-weight Type 89 medium tank, at most it can only shake the tank violently and cause very substantial damage.

But for infantry without protection, it is too fatal. Every bomb explosion of a cannonball will always fly into the sky with the figures of unlucky guys. The god of war, such as artillery, is simply an unsolvable existence for infantry without trench protection.

It is normal to be killed by a cannon, and it is not dead, and it is all exceptions. Most of the people who survive in the cannon are based on luck, while a small part rely on experience.

For example, choose a location to avoid artillery fire.

The eight tanks were very experienced. At the moment they were bombarded, they ignored the rebels in front of them and advanced towards the defending positions at full speed. The tracks of several tanks were covered with the flesh and blood of the rebels.

Whether they are dead or are lying on the ground by artillery fire to avoid artillery fire, any one on the marching route of the Type 89 tank has become decorations on the track.

The dull sound of the human tissue that was crushed and exploded even overwhelmed the roar of mountain cannon shells at a certain moment. The creepy human blast and the splash of blood more than ten meters of spurted out the rebels, and with the desperate call of the officers of the team, followed the tanks to attack the defending positions.

The soldiers of the Kingdom Army who were hiding in the anti-aircraft artillery hole were alarmed by the whistle of the guard post and climbed out of the anti-aircraft artillery hole and entered the battle position to shoot desperately. The worst result occurred. The artillery Erwuzi not only did not retreat but launched an attack more resolutely. At this time, defending the position was the top priority. As for whether he would be mistakenly bombed by friendly forces, it has been put second.

One side must defend the position, the other side must avoid artillery attack and capture the position. The soldiers on both sides who were willing to dodge the bullets in their gun chambers at the fastest speed, and then pull the bolt to hit the next shot.

At this moment, life has become worthless, and shooting bullets in the gun chamber is the task that everyone wants to complete the most. The machine guns of eight Black Hawk Army tanks roared desperately, pouring bullets like a heavy rain, and the eight light machine guns left on the Zhongdingfu position also roared their own.

At this moment, no one can be suppressed. The chargeable rebels cannot, nor can the Kingdom Army lies in the trenches. They may die if they shoot with their heads exposed, but the result of not shooting is that they will never have the right to shoot again.

Both sides were forced into desperate situation by the other party.

The rebels in the charge kept falling down with pain by bullets. The ones who are most lucky might just be injured and not killed. If they can defeat them, they may still survive. If they are slightly lucky, they can still keep a whole body. If they are not lucky, no matter whether you die or not, they may be blown away by the subsequent artillery fire.

The small mushroom-like fireworks that burst out on the mountains in the north of the kingdom will not care what they exist. Whether they are dead, alive, or flowers, plants and trees, as long as they exist on the surface, they will be destroyed by it.

The Kingdom Army on the position was also seriously injured. In order to survive, the rebels were firing desperately hundreds of rifles. In addition, 16 machine guns on eight tanks were strafing wildly, and it seemed that every breath of air could inhale a bullet.

Many soldiers just raised their heads slightly and then fell down with a muffled groan. The 29th Army cannot give every ordinary officer and soldier a helmet. That is the treatment only the Central Army can have.

In fact, even if there is a steel helmet, it will not play much role in shooting at such close range. From the day of its birth, it has been mainly used as a protective shrapnel sputtering, and it cannot withstand the huge kinetic energy brought by the initial velocity bullet per second of 800 meters.

No one is sad, maybe there is no time to be sad. The living person just mechanically put the grenade with the unzipped back cover next to his dead comrades in his reach.

That is their last heavy weapon.

It can not only deal with infantry, but also with tanks of the Blackhawk Empire.

At least one squad of soldiers were silently bundling grenades and cluster grenades in the trenches, a killing weapon that could paralyze the Black Hawk Imperial Army tanks.

The only disadvantage is that the cluster grenade weighing more than ten kilograms can no longer be thrown away. It must be stuffed into the abdomen of the tank at close range, which means that even soldiers who can escape the rain of bullets detonate the cluster grenade, they will definitely not be able to avoid the attack of shock waves.

To put it bluntly, those who are going to blow up the Black Hawk Imperial Army tanks that are getting closer and closer are all suicide squads, and suicide squads that want to trade their lives for life.
Chapter completed!