"I want it, of course!"

Faced with the provocation of literary style and the soldiers' eager expectations for him, Zhang Qingfang's face turned red, and she pulled down her general cap and revealed her shiny bald head, and said confidently:

"Platform leader, I will definitely beat the bunker in the center!"[]

The situation the soldiers saw was also the most dangerous thing that Wen Feng and Zhang Qingfang felt to the Seventh Company.

A bunker in the middle of the 7th Company was located in the middle of the right and suppressed the soldiers of the 7th Company very clearly. There were vaguely remains of the bodies of two People's Liberation Army soldiers. Perhaps the explosion soldiers of the 7th Company tried to blow them up, but they failed in the end.

In that position, Wenfeng originally planned to let Zhuang Jianguo lead the soldiers of the blasting team to blast, but at this time, Zhuang Jianguo was taking the soldiers to deal with two more roundabout bunkers on the far right. Before he could take care of this side, Wenfeng was naturally willing to use the enemy's bunker to start the attack.

"Okay, I'll load you with another shell, I'll tell you, this is the last one!"

Wen Feng nodded, spoke very seriously, kindly reminding the new recruit. In fact, he couldn't hope that this kid would blow up another bunker. You should know that now, the more Vietnamese firepower points are needed, and there may be fewer soldiers to be killed in the fight. He just hated why he didn't launch a few shells.

"Xiang Yu, go and see if there are any mortar shells there! Go and find them!"

Thinking of this, Wen Feng felt lucky, and then he asked a strong soldier from Class 3 to search for the place where the Vietnamese fell, and maybe he would gain something.

But to be honest, whenever Wen Feng was looking at the roster of Class 3, he still felt that this guy’s name was really fierce. In fact, he wanted to ask this brother in person, Yu Ji, that girl, you didn’t throw it in the Han Dynasty, that little hooligan Liu Bang? Otherwise, I would despise you, and you can’t ignore your wife even if you travel through time?

"Planer leader, I've looked for it, and there are only three shots left. I've taken them all!"

Seeing Xiang Yu follow Wen Feng's order to find the mortar, Zhang Qingfang actually has time to report the situation to Wen Feng.

"Okay, you must remember that you only have this chance!"

Wen Feng was speechless, and he felt that Zhang Qingfang's nerves were not ordinary, so he would put some pressure on you if he was so kind.

"Yeah, I know!"

By this time, Zhang Qingfang was not so arrogant. After all, the hit rate of 10% and 20% of the target was still a chance to drag the target. How did he know where this probability appeared? Sometimes when fighting a mortar, you have to have luck. The wind direction, climate and the state of the mortar will have an impact on the attack result.

Zhang Qingfang first tried the temperature of the mortar at this time and fired two shots. The Vietnamese army should have cooled down for a while when they were in use, and it is estimated that the impact is not great.

So, Zhang Qingfang turned the mortar in one direction, visually measured the shooting position, and then adjusted the ruler. Finally, when it was time to fire, the kid was nervous. Wen Feng thought to himself that this kid really cared so much about that watch? If possible, it would be okay to give it to this kid after the battle.

With a stoke, the shells rushed out of the cannon chamber with another thunder.

At that moment, except for the sound of shells flying in the sky, everyone could not hold anything else in their ears. Zhang Qingfang stared at the parabola of the shell, with a blazing light in her eyes. This kid's battle was not as strong as it was.

A dull sound came to the right side of the Vietnamese bunker. The sparks soaring into the sky were washed up with smoke and loess, and the Vietnamese bunker was instantly submerged in it.

"Fight... hit..."

Seeing the Vietnamese bunker being submerged in the smoke of gunpowder, a soldier from Class 3 shouted excitedly, but he had just said halfway through his words.

The gunfire paused for a moment and immediately started firing wildly again. The Vietnamese inside seemed to have determined the direction. The shooting direction was actually the hidden position of the third squad. The bullets made the loess splash, preventing several soldiers of the third squad from being forced to shrink their necks.

"Just...it's just a little bit short, damn!"

Zhang Qingfang's eyes immediately changed from fiery to endless frustration. He sighed and slapped his hand on his thigh with an extremely annoyed look. The soldiers couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

"It's nothing. If you can't hit him, let's blow him up. I don't believe how long can this damn person be arrogant!"

At this time, Wenfeng did not stimulate him anymore. He patted Zhang Qingfang's shoulder twice in a deep voice, and casually picked up the Shanghai 17-speed watch on the ground and put it in front of him and said encouragemently:

"You played well, we found talents in the row again. I'll give you this watch..."

"Platform leader, the bazooka squad is here..."

But at this moment, Li Fei's voice came from behind Wen Feng. The boy knew that the situation was urgent, so he carried a rocket launcher on his shoulder, followed by four soldiers who were panting with rocket launcher boots, and obviously his physical strength was much worse than his.

When this guy saw the silence on the battlefield, the soldiers looked at Wen Feng and Zhang Qingfang with strange expressions. They thought something had happened. They changed their tone halfway through their words, and asked Wen Feng with some concern:

"What's wrong with you...you!"

"Nothing is wrong. Hurry up and let the soldiers of the bazooka squad set up the cannon and bomb the bunker for me!"

Wen Feng stuffed his watch into Zhang Qingfang's hand. When he saw Li Fei, he was overjoyed and felt that the bumps on his face were not so ugly. He really came whatever he lacked!

"Platform leader, give me another chance!"

But what was unexpected was that Zhang Qingfang stuffed the watch back into Wen Feng's hand, and a stubborn voice came from his mouth, and then snatched the rocket launcher on Li Fei's shoulder, almost roaring to Wen Feng:

"Platform leader, please let me fight. If I can't beat this bastard, I won't go to the battlefield!"

"Will you do this too?"

My writing style is dumb. The rocket launcher is relatively simple than a mortar. After all, as a standard weapon of an infantry company, many soldiers have trained and many people know it, but the accuracy is hard to say.

"Plane leader, don't worry, I've played this thing when I was in my teens!"

Zhang Qingfang's tone was amazing. She had played in her teens. She was over 10 years old. She was thirteen? Fourteen? Who is this guy? She was playing with a rocket launcher at such a young age. Wen Feng was a little stunned.

But before Wen Feng could say anything, Zhang Qingfang had already picked up a shell from a soldier in the rocket launcher squad and stuffed it into the cannon. Then, he ran to the right for more than ten meters, as if he was looking for a good shooting position.

After finding the right position, Zhang Qingfang half-squatted down and put the cannon on his shoulder. With the bunker dug by the Vietnamese army on the main peak position, he began to aim at the Vietnamese army's bunker. Not to mention that this kid seems to have not brag yet, he looks like he looks...


Chapter completed!