Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 347 There are friends

Pang Dahai is the nickname of the commander of the fire support company of the garrison battalion. He is a big man from Ludi.

Originally surnamed Pang, because his family lived by the sea, his parents casually gave him the same name as Dahai.

With such names, name collisions seem to have become commonplace.

Nicknames are naturally a must.

And this one is not from the Army Academy. He has been in the army for ten years in the Northeast, starting from the bottom bomb carrier, to the gunner, then to the artillery squad leader, and then to the artillery platoon leader. Fire Support Company Commander.

From private to army captain, he has experienced almost every military rank. It can be said that he has worked step by step. He is a real old artilleryman.

Although he is very tall and tall, but because of his round head and round face, he has a very strong affinity. He is not like an academy officer at ordinary times, and he has no airs. For a long time, just blending in with his soldiers is also an alternative way of leadership.

Pang Dahai is also the only one in the guard camp. After all, Chinese soldiers usually eat some cabbage vermicelli.
If you want to gain weight, go to the battalion commander level.

Of course, during the war, there were very few people like Xia Dayu who called him by his nickname without calling him an official position, perhaps mainly because he was only a teenager.

But this time, Pang Haihai, who had been half lying beside Xia Dayu and pretending to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the red signal flare that was falling from high in the sky. tight.

"Little bald head, are you sure the battalion commander personally gave you the order?" Pang Dahai asked seriously while looking at the direction of the signal flare and desperately calculating the approximate coordinates in his mind based on the terrain of the battlefield.

"Sure! The battalion commander told me before he left that once he fires the red flare, it proves that he is surrounded and needs artillery support. There is no need to worry about his safety. He will choose a suitable position to avoid the artillery fire. The six soldiers equipped by my guard battalion The mortar only needs to fire two rounds of extreme rapid fire according to the approximate coordinates of the signal flare." Xia Dayu anxiously repeated the instructions Tang Dao gave him before leaving. "Fat uncle, hurry up."

"This..." the burly artillery captain had bitterness on his face.

The position where the signal flare rose was roughly 650 meters away from him. The veteran artillery who had carefully studied the Songjiang city defense map could basically outline the approximate coordinates in his mind, and he could still do it with a maximum error of 20 to 30 meters. .

However, the difficulty is not whether he and his subordinates can accurately send the shell to the position where the signal flare rises, but how Tang Dao, who is also at that coordinate, can escape this round of shelling.

Two rounds of rapid fire, but 12 shells, the word "cannon escape" is easy to say at first touch, but for an old artilleryman like Pang Dahai, he is very clear about the power of the 82 mortars he is equipped with , 12 shells blasted past, not to mention destroying the world, within a radius of 500 meters, if there are no bullet holes or trenches, the death rate is definitely higher than [-]%.

The more accurately he hits, the faster the officer may die, but if he is not accurate, he will be unable to relieve the plight of the surrounded officer.

This may also be the first time the veteran who has been in the army for ten years has encountered such a predicament.

"Hurry up! The battalion commander is still waiting!" Xia Dayu stamped her feet anxiously.

After the young soldier watched the crow jump off the high tower with a bomb in order to protect himself and exploded into a rain of blood, he was seriously traumatized. Subconsciously, he would look for a substitute.

Tang Dao came, touched his head and told him: You will become a person like your Uncle Crow!

That was the main reason why Xia Dayu chose to follow Tang Dao. The little boy hoped that he would become stronger than ever before, so strong that one day he would be like his Uncle Crow, who would make dozens of devils helpless with one shot at a time.

In Xia Dayu's mind, the crow that shielded Xia Dayu from all the wind and rain with his not-so-broad shoulders was a myth, and naturally no one can replace it.

Tang Dao, who he chose to follow, was subconsciously imagined by the young man as a substitute for the crow. Tang Dao said that if he could escape the gun, he would definitely be able to. .

"Okay!" The artillery captain clenched his teeth, the muscles on both sides of his cheeks bulged, and he turned his head and roared: "All artillery squads, listen to my order, the direction is northeast, the elevation angle is 72 degrees, and the distance"

As for Shiqiao Xinyi, who was in a rage, his eyes were reddened by the "treacherous" Tang knife: "Fire flares, team 1, surround him, and blow him to death with grenades!"

The red signal flare is obviously a signal for help, but then, what's the use?This is the area controlled by the 11th Infantry Brigade. More than 4000 infantry are nearby. It is hard for the Japanese army captain to believe that anyone would charge and kill on a large scale for one person in the dark night.

In fact, this was exactly the case. The whole city of Songjiang could see the flare, but the outside world was quiet, and the Chinese did not act rashly.

He must die!He took what he wanted, but he couldn't live.

Of course, although the Japanese captain's high-firing anger almost burned all his sanity, he still maintained the only trace of sobriety. He knew how powerful the opponent was. The infantry team more than 150 people 20 meters away were all killed. Live example.

Even if it is a surprise attack, the one who can kill more than 20 living soldiers silently is the best of the best.

Therefore, he didn't try to say anything about catching alive. The opponent didn't have a gun in his hand, but he still had an extremely sharp command knife, didn't he?

Tang Dao, who didn't have any long-range counterattack weapons, started his escape after firing the signal flare.

In the afterglow of the flares, Tang Dao was like a nimble rabbit, jumping and moving among the broken walls. Of course, his posture was not graceful, but he could use the terrain to escape dangerously every time. bullets for a precision shooter.

Yes, for Tang Dao, the biggest threat was not the dozen or so Japanese infantry who surrounded him, but the two Japanese shooters in the due east direction who locked him firmly.

In fact, the two Japanese shooters were the most frightening.

Because, within ten seconds, two accurate shooters only fired three bullets.

This is almost impossible for them who have killed at least dozens of targets on the battlefield.

But it is true.

As a shooter, they will not just stick to the target itself. The most terrifying thing for them is to predict the opponent's movement route in advance, and then kill the opponent with one shot when the opponent's movement is too old to change.

However, the target seems to know their predictions very well. Every time they are about to pull the trigger, they will twist their bodies in an incredible way, changing the course of movement abruptly, so that they have no chance to pull the trigger. .

Unbelievable, he fired two shots, which missed as expected.

And all of this happened when more than a dozen colleagues who were approaching gradually threw several melon grenades, and the target had to avoid the constantly flying shrapnel.

How did he do that?
The cold sweat from the palms of the two Japanese shooters made them feel that the guns in their hands were slippery. In the face of such a terrifying enemy, they lost confidence in their shooting skills for the first time.

They may not know that if Tang Dao had a gun in his hand at this time, one of them should have been killed by Tang Dao's gun.

In order to aim at Tang Dao who was jumping faster than a rabbit in the ruins, their upper bodies were exposed too much.

While the flares exposed Tang Dao's figure in front of their eyes, they also exposed themselves completely.

It's a pity that Tang Dao didn't have a gun, so he had to run away.

But Tang Dao has guns.

Because, he has a bunch of pretty good friends.

"Boom!" Tang Dao let out a sigh of relief when the first shell fell on the top of the city, blowing up a Japanese soldier who was caught off guard, and fell into the moat outside like a trapeze.

He won the bet.

Tang Dao deceived the Japanese again.

What he wants to bet on is not the Japanese gaming table, but his own subordinates.

He bet on them that the cannon was accurate enough.

(End of this chapter)