When almost a fighting platoon-sized German soldiers came after hearing the sound of gunfire, there was no sign of any opponents where there had been a brief battle before.
All that was left on the ground were some bullet casings, blood, footprints, and the bodies of our own personnel.
On these corpses, all bullets, firearms, food and other useful materials, and even some military uniform jackets and boots, were stripped clean one by one.
Because by this time, a combat team that ambushed their Central Continent team had already moved to a ruins a mile away and hid.
At their hands were packages made of German army jackets.
When they move around with these things, they look a bit like refugees fleeing from famine.
Speaking of which! Regarding the problem of how to let the six rookies in the team and the recruits in the 8th company build up some combat effectiveness as quickly as possible.
For Commander Hu Biao, who had participated in many missions and was no longer so aggressive, he actually already had an answer in his heart.
Of course, let them continue to fight, and let them grow up quickly in the polish of battle.
Because the current Volgograd battlefield, although the daily battles are fierce, generally refers to the northern area of the city.
The area they are in, and the current time, is not the most difficult time yet.
At least at this time, when the war starts not too long ago, the city still has a few reserves of food, ammunition and other supplies.
But after winter comes, as the temperature drops rapidly and the city's reserves of supplies are basically exhausted, that is the most difficult time.
Based on this idea, Comrade Lieutenant Hu Biao got up early the next morning.
I looked around with my binoculars on the top of the building and saw that although there were small German troops around, they did not attack the Youth Palace building where they were located.
I immediately thought about it and came up with a plan.
After briefly communicating with Comrade Major Chekhov, he took the initiative to send out the men of the 8th Bryan Company to let them experience such a war-torn training.
The key to fighting in this way is that training troops is Hu Biao's main purpose, not fighting with the German soldiers.
Therefore, the troops sent by Hu Biao were all small groups, basically half a platoon and sixteen or seven people as a combat group; they were led and guided by three or four veterans to conduct flexible mobile operations.
Before setting off, Hu Biao solemnly told the veterans leading the team:
Be smart, these people will still be of great use in the future, they are all our team members, we cannot let them die too many times.
In a word, you can only take advantage after going out, not suffer losses.
After hearing this, all the veterans laughed and expressed: Don't worry! They are familiar with fighting this kind of advantageous battle.
So under such a tone, the entire Bryan company of the new regiment was divided into eight combat groups and set off.
Specifically, it is to let the rookies go up and shoot black guns, which can be said to be a multi-purpose practice in terms of practicing guns, luring enemies, and practicing courage.
Then, when the opponent is attracted and enters the ambush circle arranged by the combat team in advance, they immediately open fire with all their strength.
After the fight is over, it takes a very short time to clean up the battlefield, and then run away.
And even the other party's coat and boots were taken off in such a way.
It's just that Hu Biao and the others are making preparations in advance to withstand the bitter cold winter at Mao Zi's house; you know, according to the recruits, when it starts snowing here in October, it means that winter is coming.
No! This time, a combat team was led by three veterans: Warehouse Guan, Xi Ling, and Da Hulu.
If we include the battle that just ended, we have successfully defeated the second batch of German sticks in one day today.
After all, in such street fighting, German sticks would not be dispatched on a large scale.
During the battle, except for one unlucky recruit who was hit in the thigh by an opponent's counterattack bullet, the other losses suffered by their combat team could only be described as minimal.
If there is any dissatisfaction, it is that Lang Qing, who has fired twenty or thirty rounds of ammunition, has yet to achieve any real results.
This makes this sewage treatment plant worker very depressed now.
This situation lasted until this group of people hid here for half an hour, thinking that the German soldiers had now relaxed their vigilance a little.
The warehouse manager was about to greet everyone to continue moving, but saw the loneliness on Lang Qing's face.
He comforted himself: "Lang Qing, are you okay?
Think about it! How many rounds have you fired just now, and you can't even walk, and you still want to imitate others and fly? Wait until your shoulder is swollen by the recoil of the gun butt for several days, then...
It's almost accurate.
At a distance of more than 100 meters, you can probably tell if the gun is there as soon as you raise your hand."
"Okay, I'll listen." Lang Qing gritted his teeth and agreed.
Then, at about five o'clock in the afternoon, during the last action of the day, I don't know how many shots were fired. As a result, my shoulder was obviously red and swollen, and I pulled the trigger again on the target.
Finally, he saw a bunch of blood coming out of the opponent's chest, and he slowly collapsed to the ground.
At this moment, Lang Qing felt that his whole body felt indescribably happy; to say something not so decent, it felt better than that.
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Of course, the Zhongzhou team's mobile operations cannot always be smooth sailing. On complex battlefields, they will always encounter situations of this kind and that.
For example, around three o'clock in the afternoon, next to a dilapidated street.
The veteran Po Luo, who was not very senior, made a series of hand gestures to the rookie Bazi under the command of some awkward tactical movements.
The representative meaning is: carefully poke your head out and see if there is a target on the street that you can attack? If there is, we will kill a guy.
The train driver Ba Zi, who was holding an M1 carbine in his hand, barely understood the tactics of breaking the gong after guessing.
After taking a deep breath in his mouth, he looked out at the street outside from behind a broken window.
I plan to find a target and fire a bunch of black guns.
Bazi has done the above action countless times today; his head was numb and his heart was very nervous when he first did it, but now he has become somewhat accustomed to it.
Sure enough, constantly participating in battles and fighting is really the best way for a rookie to grow up quickly.
"Why don't you just fight? I'm born to fight."
So in the process of holding the gun and sticking his head out, Bazi even thought about it with some pity; mainly because compared to Lang Qing, he was too lucky.
Just in the last battle, he shot and killed a target like he was lucky.
Then, this guy who just floated started to feel bad.
Because first he could feel the ground beneath his feet trembling faintly.
Later, out of the corner of his eye, he could see a Panzer III tank, covered by about 20 German infantry, appearing at the other end of the street.
A 50mm tank gun was raised high, plus three machine guns.
And while marching along, he carefully looked at the infantrymen around him. It could be said that Bazi had completely forgotten the idea that he was 'born to fight'.
"Tank, tank~" In a stammering voice, Bazi expressed his voice to the experienced players such as Po Luo, Feng, AT, etc.
After hearing such a statement, these three people were no longer as calm as before.
Bazi, who just thought that everyone in the combat team would evacuate, saw the excited fireman Feng and took out two Molotov cocktails filled with gasoline from the cowhide satchel he was carrying.
What the hell! Why does Mao Feng like to set fires so much despite being a firefighter?
Why did Mao put two Molotov cocktails into his own hands? Is he trying to throw Molotov cocktails at a tank?
Yes, this is what a few veterans think.
After such a tank had passed a few meters past the building where they were, these people suddenly stuck out their heads and opened fire on the infantrymen below with a large amount of automatic firepower.
When the infantrymen who were caught off guard fell instantly, and the machine guns on the tanks could not be adjusted at all.
Bazi threw the two Molotov cocktails hard at the No. 3 tank.
After two consecutive "clang~" sounds, two fires ignited on the top of such a No. 3 tank; more fatally, one of them hit the incendiary bottle on the front of the turret, and the gasoline flowed into it.
In the tank.
So soon after, the crew inside opened the hatch and escaped at all costs.
Then they were beaten to death by AT and others one by one next to the tank.
The only pity is that they were unable to clean the battlefield this time; because the tank's subsequent shell was detonated so hugely that they did not dare to get close.