The observer who kept pricking up his ears and listening to the footsteps of the Japanese gunshots and judging the enemy's position suddenly opened his throat and shouted: "Here's here, the Japanese are here..."

"Don't worry, the Japanese will not press the entire time before the shelling!" Wan Zhangxi lay in the ditch, muttering to the gunner who served as his deputy shooter to load the bullet clips into the ammunition bucket.

The gunner's eyes were staring: "Put it thinly, then when can I fight grenades?"

"After the Japanese shelling, the infantry charged...Mancang and Li Xiang's heavy machine guns rang out at the same time." Wan Zhangxi shook the crooked machine gun again.

Mortars have far more lethality than grenade launchers, but they are almost useless in close combat and are far less effective than grenade launchers.

Not far away, the heavy machine gun position that was quickly built up had just been laid with wooden boards. Mancang was directing the soldiers to stack the sandbags onto the wooden boards: "The Japanese grenade launcher is very accurate. The more we are prepared, the longer we live."

The soldier next to him muttered: "But... the platoon leader, these wooden boards don't seem to be very strong. If they are blown up, then we must not be buried alive?"

"Then you go find Li Xiang quickly and ask for two scrapped machine gun barrels to make a breathable hole..." Mancang nodded in agreement with the soldiers' suggestions.

"I don't mean that, I mean, if you add a few struts underneath, you won't be afraid of the Japanese grenades blowing..."

“Where can I find a pole in this place?”

"Hehe, isn't there a stretcher? Isn't it just like tied a few pieces together?"

"Then...what should the wounded do then?"
Chapter completed!