Therefore, the establishment of some troops can only be streamlined: if there is no heavy artillery regiment, there is no way, then cancel it, and then use a mountain artillery regiment to replenish the number.
At this stage, the mountain artillery regiments are no longer available, so they have to use mortar regiments to supplement their numbers. Some troops don't even have serious artillery, so they are directly brought to the front line to be used as cannon fodder.
If there is really no artillery, use rifle grenades instead; if there is really no anti-tank guns, use anti-tank rocket launchers to make up for it; if there is really no anti-aircraft guns, two anti-aircraft machine guns will be arranged to embolden the soldiers...
Of course, the establishment of such a unit will be smaller, especially the commanders, which can be greatly reduced: you have to assign officers to the anti-tank artillery unit. These officers need relevant professional knowledge, need to know how to read military maps, and need to have knowledge of surveying and mapping.
Basic knowledge and leadership skills.
But anti-tank rocket launchers definitely don't need these. They only need a few instructors to teach soldiers how to use such weapons.
By the same token, this type of simplified unit does not need an anti-aircraft gun commander, nor does it need corresponding dispatching and supply officers. It also does not need more trucks to transport supplies such as artillery shells and accessories.
In this way, even a large number of trucks can be saved, which can be said to be a win-win situation, because the production capacity of trucks is not enough anyway, so we simply do not equip so many trucks.
Simplifying it all the way, it finally became the current state of the coalition: some infantry units have almost the same equipment as they did twenty years ago. In addition to the rifles in their hands, there are also specially enhanced rocket launchers, anti-tank grenades and the like.
Weapons, they have no improvements compared to their parents.
"I think we can get through here faster if we get up..." The soldier, who didn't have much energy left at all, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He felt that crawling a few meters a minute was a waste of time.
If he had been allowed to stand up and take a little risk, they would have been resting in the damaged building opposite by now.
Maybe the comrades over there have prepared hot water or soup for them, and maybe even fragrant noodles to enjoy.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was unnecessary for him to suffer so much. No matter how accurate the opponent's marksmanship was, as long as they moved faster, it would be impossible for the opponent to hit them.
"Shut up! If you don't want to live, don't kill us! If it attracts artillery fire, we will be completely ruined." The captain crawling in front scolded his men behind him. He had really seen the artillery fire of the Tang Army. Then
The scene is enough to make people pee their pants.
Or to put it more frighteningly, the artillery fire of the Tang Army was enough to scare people on the periphery of the target so much that they wet their pants, but those who became the target had no chance to wet their pants...
Seven or eight rounds of artillery shells would fall without warning, accurately covering the range that the Tang army wanted to strike. The coalition soldiers in the target area would not even have time to lie down and find bunkers before they were reduced to pieces of meat. In a sense,
, these people died without pain, Tang Jun can be said to be quite compassionate.
This kind of fire attack and the coalition's artillery attack are completely tactics from two eras. The coalition's side used the fire coverage that was more commonly used in the World War II era, while the Tang Army's side already adopted the point support theory of modern artillery.
Through more sophisticated barrel processing and a very efficient and smooth battlefield communication system, Tang's artillery strikes have evolved from wasting large areas of shells to targeting targeted strikes.
Several or dozens of artillery shells that landed almost at the same time directly overwhelmed the target, and the target did not even realize that it had been exposed and attacked until the moment of death.
"I couldn't stand it anymore, so I got up and ran a few steps, just a few meters away..." The soldier felt that his arm was sore and he couldn't hold on any longer.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he should take the risk, and it was worth taking the risk: the opponent's snipers may have left long ago, and even if they had not left, it would be impossible to just stare at their location, and even if they happened to stare at their location, it would be impossible.
Target him immediately in motion.
Even if he takes aim, he may not hit the target, right? With such a small probability, it is definitely worth trying.
Thinking of this, without waiting for the captain in front of him to stop him, he raised his butt and prepared to get up from the shallow bunker. After all, with so much ammunition on his back, his movements were much slower than he expected.
Because he did not have suitable carrying equipment, the pockets hanging on the armed belt and backpack changed his center of gravity, making him unable to stand up immediately and smoothly.
After swaying like this, he finally straightened his upper body and knelt on the ground to hold the tilted helmet above his head with his hands.
This was completely different from what he thought, because in his perfect plan, he should have already started sprinting towards the nearby building at this time.
"Bang!" A crisp gunshot echoed in the sky, breaking the tranquility around him. The Lions Empire soldier who was kneeling on the ground and about to continue to get up felt that his head was hit hard by something, and his entire helmet seemed to be
changed shape.
He wanted to reach out to hold up the helmet that might have been blown away, but he found that the world was spinning so fast that he couldn't find where his hand was. He fell to the ground immediately, and his vision turned into darkness.
"Does anyone else want to get up and try?" Seeing his men being shot down, the captain who was crawling at the front coldly asked the soldiers behind him who were so scared that they were about to wet their pants.
No one answered. Everyone had seen a real battlefield. It was so cruel that it made people tremble all over, and it was so terrifying that it gave them nightmares.
Just by giving the other party a chance, his life was easily ruined in this worthless ruins. Because of the angle, no one dared to pick up the ammunition from the fallen soldier's body.
, everyone crawled carefully past the soldier's curled-up legs with a tacit understanding.
No one avoided the pair of legs that were still warm, and even tried their best to get close to the two feet, because this way their buttocks would not be exposed on the sandbags.
Who knows if the sniper from the Tang Dynasty opposite is interested in firing again? No one wants to get fucked up in such a ghost place. There are not many medical drugs on the front line. If you are injured here, can you crawl back the same way and find a hospital yourself?
Going is a fatal problem.
"Remember this place, crawl back at night and pick up the bullets!" The captain ordered the soldiers behind him as he crawled: "It is safer than going back to get ammunition supplies..."
