"Uncle Fang! We really didn't come to the wrong place!"

"Is this really the defensive position of Liu Feiyang's troops that we are about to join?"

"When did the troops of the Eighth Division become so powerful that one company can possess so many anti-aircraft machine guns and 203 mm caliber heavy artillery?"

"This is simply unheard of!"

"Can a company of national troops be equipped with so many heavy firepower weapons and equipment?"

After being shocked, the student soldier Zhang Duoming asked the platoon leader Fang Liang next to him in confusion.

"..."

Platoon leader Fang Liang was speechless.

"..."

All Guijun.

Then everyone couldn't help but look at the old-fashioned Hanyang-made rifles in their hands, and their hearts suddenly felt sour.

Comparing people to each other is really a comparison to death!

Their weapons and equipment are so sophisticated that they are so horrifying, but the weapons and equipment they own are so shabby and pathetic.

Even the straw sandals, shorts and long clothes he wore were lagging behind others.

As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison,

Now when I compare it, it's strange not to feel sad.

Looking at my sour comrades,

Student soldier Zhang Duoming suddenly felt as if he had said the wrong thing.

"Ahem!"

"Uncle Fang! Then should we go over immediately to help Liu Feiyang kill the Japanese?"

So he pretended to cough a few times, then changed the subject in a very awkward manner and asked.

"..."

"Determine the situation first!"

"We just came here now? We still don't know what's going on. Once we act rashly, it may be counterproductive and may even be a disservice!"

Platoon leader Fang Liang responded cautiously.

"Yeah! Follow your command!"

"Uncle Fang!"

Student soldier Zhang Duoming nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, they continued to hide in the edge of this dense forest, observing the battle situation on the battlefield ahead.

Even to see more clearly,

Platoon leader Fang Liang and student soldier Zhang Duoming also used military binoculars to observe.

...

And now,

War reporters such as Mo Yong'er, Luo Shanshan, and Chen Shen, who also came to the edge of the other side of this forest, were also shocked by Liu Feiyang's wealthy weapons and equipment. They were stunned, speechless, and how wide their eyes were.

How big is it.

There were even two reporters whose mouths opened in an O shape because they were so surprised.

"Is this Liu Feiyang's defensive position?"

"Isn't he just a new company commander?"

"How come his troops have anti-aircraft machine guns and heavy artillery?"

"Am I hallucinating, or are we in the wrong place?"

"This is really unbelievable! Can a national army company be equipped with such a powerful heavy firepower configuration?"

"Then wouldn't the overall weapons and equipment configuration of their Eighth Division be more powerful and incomparable?"

The reporter Chen Shen, who was shocked by the fierce bombardment by the B-4 M1931 203mm howitzer commanded by Liu Feiyang and the ZPU series 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine gun group, and the violent and abnormal flat fire counterattack against the Japanese, gasped.

After taking a deep breath, he expressed all the doubts in his heart that he couldn't understand.

"..."

Luo Shanshan.

"..."

Mo Yong'er.

"..."

The remaining war correspondents.

No one knew how to reply to such a profound question from war correspondent Chen Shen.

In particular, they are not the soldiers who are fighting life and death battles with the Japanese on the front line, but some war reporters who have just arrived here.

They have no idea about the battle situation they are seeing now.

"Take pictures quickly!"

"We must film these heroic battle scenes of the Chinese army and report them in newspapers to inspire the country's enthusiasm for the war of resistance!"

However, Mo Yong'er, who quickly reacted, shouted excitedly.

Then, regardless of what happened, she immediately took the camera in her hand and took pictures from a distance.

As soon as possible, film the battle situation of Liu Feiyang's artillery team operating the B-4 M1931 203mm howitzer for artillery bombardment, and the battle situation of Jin Furong and others operating the ZPU series 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine gun group to shoot at the Japanese troops.

Although they were far away and the photo was not clear enough,

But it still made Mo Yong'er, a passionate and patriotic girl, so excited that she couldn't help herself.

Taking photos of the battlefield like crazy.

But at this moment, Liu Feiyang suddenly remembered the classic line from "My Captain, My Group":

Little Japan has remained unchanged for 10,000 years. Artillery fires, infantry charges, and when the infantry charges, the artillery fires. You jump out to fight, the infantry retreats, and the artillery fires, but you don’t care. After the artillery fires, the infantry charges!

They want to win now, knowing that they will lose, knowing that they will die, but they still want to win!

After four years of fighting, I began to understand a strange truth. The battlefield is merciful and involves life and death. The human world is cruel, and the things it prepares for you are countless.

Since the whole company was killed and I was left alone, I kept telling myself, Meng Fan, you are a smart person, you can survive, and you can survive if you use your brain more. You must be realistic, and reality means no longer delusional.

I am a blindly anxious person, I am blindly anxious. The words "three or two" mean a land and water, a people, a big defeat and an astronomical number of lives.

If you only have one pair of pants left, why don’t you use these pants to fuck little Japan to death!

The corpses we left behind are enough for these flies to raise a dynasty for one hundred, seventeen or eighty generations.

Amitabha, long live the expeditionary army, long live the motherland, and long live the nation!

The one in the middle pays tribute to the heroes who died in battle, and the one in the middle pays tribute to the conscience of the world.

You deceived us into having hope that we shouldn’t have. Now we know we shouldn’t have it and we still think about it. We want to win. Even though we know we will die, we still think about victory. Even though we know we will lose, we still think about victory.

I saw a lot of dead people,

I owe a thousand graves at Tiannanmen.

Commander, let’s take a shot!

...

Liu Feiyang himself didn't know why he suddenly remembered those classic lines from "My Captain, My Group".

But in the last sentence, leader, it’s time to give it a shot!

"Boom it motherfucker!"

"Blow up all you street bastards!"

When he thought of this line, Liu Feiyang couldn't help but swear, and violently controlled the B-4 M1931 203mm howitzer to fire a high-explosive shell.

"boom!"

A deafening sound of shelling,

Shocking all around.

Then I saw the shells coming out of the barrel, exploding as fast as lightning, hitting a large area of ​​the Japanese troops who had been blown down and were crying and howling.

"Bang!"

In an instant, sand and rocks flew, smoke filled the air, and flames shot into the sky.

"Buzz!"
To be continued...