Chapter 4 You, the company commander, frightened me.
Author: little instructor
Chapter 4 You, the company commander, frightened me.
you?
Wu Yong stiffly twisted his head and looked at Zhou Weiguo with a dazed look.
He couldn't bear to digest Zhou Weiguo's words in his heart.
I can kill him.
Wu Yong, whose facial expression was as distorted as a bitter gourd and whose beard stood up straight, stared at Zhou Weiguo with wide eyes, and pointed his hand slightly in the direction of the Japanese tank: "Do you know what that is?"
Tank.
What else could it be, but to Zhou Weiguo, the Japanese army's tanks were not tanks in the true sense. Although the Japanese army's military-industrial enterprises were strong, their resources were scarce, which allowed them to engage in military warfare and at the same time cut back without moral integrity and bottom line.
some raw materials.
This tank is also a deformed product. The Japanese army is on par with the British in everything, but they are different from each other. The tank they came here has a thin skin and a large stuffing and weak protection. This thing is just to bully the currently barren China.
Their machine guns can blast several large holes within a hundred meters. If you compare them with those of European and American countries, this Japanese tank is nothing but scum.
"You still know that it is a tank, I thought you didn't know?" Wu Yong paused after hearing Zhou Weiguo's response sourly and sarcastically.
Sighing slightly, Wu Yong reached out and patted Zhou Weiguo's shoulder meaningfully; "Okay, I know you said this to comfort me, but you also have to know that if the tank cannot be blown up, our regiment will suffer heavy losses today.
, I am the only one here who has successfully blown up a tank, don’t worry, I will protect myself.”
Zhou Weiguo saw that after taking off his armed belt, he was about to take off his boots to reduce the weight. He stretched out his hand to stop Wu Yong, then pointed his finger in the distance and turned to look at Wu Yong with an affirmative look; "Batalion Commander, I
You can really kill him."
The look in Wu Yong's eyes melted the impossibility in Wu Yong's heart. He tentatively pointed at the tank that was getting closer and closer, tilted his neck and stammered: "You...can you really kill it?"
It's not that I don't believe it, but it's just too unbelievable. What did Zhou Weiguo use to fight, the rifle in his hand or...
Zhou Weiguo knew what he was thinking. It was a tank. In their subconscious mind, it was difficult to explode and they had to use people to pile it up. However, this was difficult for them, but it was not difficult for them.
If we encounter tanks from other countries, then there is nothing we can do today, but today, if it is this thing, then forget it.
Zhou Weiguo bit his lower lip, nodded and once again observed the slowly approaching tank on the opposite side; "I'm sure I can kill him, but I need something."
Once again, Wu Yong has changed from disbelief to belief. In other words, now he has an attitude of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor.
Zhou Weiguo, who was more than 300 meters away in front of him, killed the Japanese machine gunner when everyone did not believe it. Maybe this time, he could once again create a miracle for himself and the whole group.
As long as he needs it, he will find a way to get it now.
"I need mortars." Zhou Weiguo looked sideways at Wu Yong, who was thinking about each word.
Mortar?
It was for suppressing enemy infantry, not for fighting tanks. Zhou Weiguo actually wanted to...
Wu Yong, who was ready to believe it, was in trouble again. After all, this was not on the same level. Tanks needed combat artillery, not mortars.
"Battal Commander, are there any other options? One more minute, and our army will be in more danger. One more moment of hesitation, and one more soldier will be sacrificed. I guarantee you that we will definitely kill him."
Wu Yong's hesitant eyes became a little confused. He lowered his head and looked at his toes, then looked at the scene where the blaster who rushed out was beaten and rolling and wailing again, and then looked at the tank spraying fury in the distance.
.
He punched the ground angrily. He looked at Zhou Weiguo: "Just wait, I'll get it for you right now."
More than two hundred meters away, the machine gunners on the Japanese tanks were firing recklessly. While waiting for Wu Yong, Zhou Weiguo used the rifle in his hand to suppress the Japanese machine guns.
While knocking out the fourth machine gunner, Zhou Weiguo, who was withdrawing his ammunition, heard chaotic footsteps and noises behind him.
"Wu Huzi, I have never heard of mortars hitting tanks. Are you crazy?" Artillery company commander Jiang Yue shouted angrily.
"Young boy, I have no choice. If we don't kill the tank today, our regiment will be doomed. Now I have no choice but to believe him..." Wu Yong's voice also came over.
Zhou Weiguo turned his head and looked.
Wu Yong was running towards this place against the barrel of the artillery shell. He hugged the barrel tightly to his right, for fear of being snatched by others. However, Jiang Yue, a pretty boy raised in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, looked at himself while running with a worried look on his face.
The mortar was fired. It was probably Wu Yong, a big fool, who knocked the barrel of the mortar. Behind the two of them, another soldier carried the shell and the base and followed unhurriedly.
When Wu Yong saw Zhou Weiguo, he quickened his pace and dropped the barrel on the ground, gasped twice and pointed at the barrel: "I got the stuff for you."
Jiang Yue squatted on the ground and looked at Zhou Weiguo for a while, then turned to stare at Wu Yong with disdain: "Wu Huzi, you said he can destroy tanks with mortars, are you crazy? Artillery, I am the professional.
If I say we can’t fight, we can’t fight.”
"Then you come, you come, if others say you can, but you can't, who am I to believe?"
Zhou Weiguo ignored the quarrel between the two men and asked the two artillerymen who followed to set up the artillery. However, he stuck his head out and squinted his eyes to observe the Japanese tanks.
Zhou Weiguo made an estimate with a solemn expression in deep thought.
The Japanese tank is two hundred and thirty-five meters away from us. If we want to destroy it, we must use the high-speed sprint power of the mortar to penetrate the tank and explode inside it. If there is too much propellant, it must penetrate. If there is too little, it must penetrate.
, it cannot penetrate, let alone explode internally.
Having already observed the opponent's tank speed, wind speed and other factors, Zhou Weiguo turned around and ignored the two people who were still struggling with the question of whether the mortar could hit the tank. He looked sideways at the two artillerymen squatting on the ground and said: "Target, the Japanese army is approaching.
Tank No. 1 is in the center of the front, the northwest wind is northerly level 3, the density is adjusted to 311.101. The height is reduced by 1. Turn right 2 degrees."
Zhou Weiguo's words made Jiang Yue stop scolding him. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhou Weiguo who was crawling on the ground reporting the data. Then he slowly looked at the two soldiers who were busy controlling the situation and didn't know what he was thinking.
Suddenly, the brooding Jiang Yue crawled over like lightning, pulled the two soldiers aside, and controlled the artillery fire in a half-crouching manner: "It's just a matter of time, there will be nothing when you adjust."
Wu Yong and Jiang Yue looked at the serious look in front of him. He crawled over and half-crouched on the ground and pointed at Zhou Weiguo who was observing from the front: "Didn't you say he can't do it?"
Jiang Yue glanced sideways at Zhou Weiguo, her lips trembled, and stammered: "I believe that artillery fire can't defeat tanks, but I found that you... this company commander is a little unusual, what the hell... I really just let him
I was bluffed, maybe he can really kill the tank today."
Frightened?
Wu Yong was a little confused when he heard this. He knew Jiang Yue very well. He always thought that artillery was a technical branch, with its nostrils pointed in the sky all the time, and that everyone was incompetent. But now he could actually make him say this.
He stretched out his finger in surprise and pointed at Zhou Weiguo, who was crawling on the ground with his head half raised. Zhou Weiguo asked Jiang Yue, who was adjusting carefully in front of him, "Why do you say he frightened you?"
