Before Li Jixian could say the word "confused," Zhang Sixing had already stared back with a cold look.
He put his arms around Lao Yandian's shoulders and felt his weak body shaking non-stop.
Zhang Sixing patted him on the shoulder to comfort him,
"Don't worry, I'm still more worried about you. If possible, I will try to open an escape channel for you."
Ignoring the surprised look of old smoker Li Youtian, he continued to ask
"Remember to plant a few more grenades to make mines, okay?"
The reason why I asked if it would be possible is because there is a six-second delay after the grenade string is pulled, and it will not explode immediately like a landmine.
Hearing him ask the old smoker, Li Youtian nodded, but then shook his head.
He knows how to use a grenade to fire a bomb, but he also wants to hear if the foreigner has any new ideas.
"Lei Xian wants to move forward, you understand."
Sure enough, Lao Yandian heard the secret and didn't say anything, just looked at Zhang Sixing eagerly.
"Don't dig the mine hole in the flat ground. Dig the hole horizontally in the direction where the Japanese are coming. Put a few more grenades and explosives in it, and cover it with more rocks, broken bricks and rubble."
Hearing this, old cigarette smoker Li Youtian thoughtfully took out his cigarette bag.
He really deserves to be called an old cigarette bag. The cigarette bag of this guy is a foot long, especially the purse under the cigarette bag is really big and bulging.
"If someone has diarrhea, go to the mine pit to relieve it, do you understand?"
Li Youtian stopped digging in his purse with his pipe pot and looked at Zhang Sixing and shook his head. He really didn't understand.
But time was limited and Zhang Si Xing didn't have time to explain to him that septicemia would almost certainly result from shrapnel in the feces entering the flesh.
Unless the Japanese army was willing to give ordinary soldiers penicillin, which was as good as gold, they would have to have their limbs amputated or receive lunch.
"I won't explain it to you, just do it. Tell your subordinates that if they can't lay the thunder string, they can use quick legs and bright eyes to tie the rope and pull it."
This is the most commonly used method when using grenades and mines.
The previous ones were just Zhang Sixing's methods of setting up booby traps, and the German paratrooper special operations team had also been specially trained for this.
Then Zhang Sixing made another request that baffled the old smoker Li Youtian.
"On the way to Sihang Warehouse, pick up more helmets for me."
"Sir, what do you want with so many helmets? Are you going to pick up those from our army and those from the little Japanese..."
Big Tobacco Li Youtian was completely stunned. He didn't understand what he wanted so many helmets for. Could he take them back and sell them for iron?
"No matter which country the helmets are in, no matter how good or bad they are, as long as they are not badly damaged, they will be picked up from the warehouse. You will know how useful they are when you use them."
After sending away the helpless old smoker Li Youtian, he looked up at Li Jixian and scolded him,
"You kid, you talk to your own father like that."
"Good sir, you don't know, my old man..."
Hearing Guipu Zhang Sixing laugh and say,
"Take your team to follow the fire team and protect them."
Lin Jixian, who was still complaining about his father, lost his composure and shouted in an incomprehensible voice,
"Sir."
Hansen Raul is not used to his problems.
He straightened his face, stared into his blue eyes, and spoke harshly in Chinese.
"The chief didn't let you speak, so you should learn to keep your mouth shut."
In response, Zhang Sixing ordered Hansen in German,
"You tell him."
Looking down at Li Jixian who was being scolded, Hansen Lauer explained with a disgusting expression,
"You know how important the fire support team is. Even where our attack is launched, it is also everyone's retreat."
Li Jixian patted the silent one, and Zhang Sixing dragged Hansen Raul away a few steps and gave instructions in German:
"Keep an eye on that guy. I guess he understands military affairs, but actual combat experience..."
Seeing him shaking his head solemnly, Hansen Raul asked,
"Sir, don't worry about me..."
I raised my eyes and rolled my eyes at this guy who was deliberately looking for trouble.
"The German army is very particular about what they do. Those who can come to train Chinese soldiers are either elites or those with military exploits. You won't worry that my discharge certificate is fake, right?"
"I'm not worried, sorry sir, I was just joking to brighten the mood."
Looking at the funny guy, Zhang Sixing remembered that there were not many Germans like him. He asked in German,
"You don't look like a German."
"God, sir, I admire you so much. You can see this. I grew up in the United States and later joined the German army in response to the call of the Führer. My family has a large ranch in Texas..."
Seeing this guy talking, his eyes are beaming with joy, and his light brown eyebrows are about to jump.
It's a pity that Zhang Sixing is still busy at the moment, so he shouts in German,
"Shut up"
He also signaled to the five captains, asking them to come to him and start making arrangements.
"I'll teach you a few gestures, remember them firmly... go back and tell your chosen vice-captain."
As he spoke, he raised his arms at a right angle and clenched his hands into fists.
"Stop moving forward..."
…
He probably taught a few commonly used military gestures, and then said,
"Tell your subordinates to install all the wooden boxes of box cannons and use them as short rifles, and not to use them in previous combat formations. Do this..."
As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper and drew two obtuse angles and five circles on it with a pen.
"A pointed attack formation, a group of five people. One group attacks and the other prepares. The prepared group throws grenades at the target to suppress it."
"Sir, there are fewer people attacking at the same time than everyone else. The attack power is not weak..."
Stroking his beard, Guan Shijie frowned and asked another question,
"In the middle of the night, everyone went up there in a huff. The helmets on their heads were all different. I tied a white towel on my left arm as a mark, right?"
When speaking, he looked at Hansen Raul, which meant that he was asking questions, not questioning.
Hansen Raul has also never seen such an attack. It is neither a skirmish line nor an assault formation...
In fact, it's no wonder that he didn't understand. This kind of group attack is the attack tactical formation used by future special operations forces.
A team is divided into two halves, one half is attacking and the other half is preparing and can cover at the same time.
During the attack, the continuity of firepower can be maintained and the continuous firepower suppression of the enemy can be maintained.
Of course, the battle formation for small team combat is not just that simple. I will teach them the details in the future when I have the opportunity.
Then he turned over the white paper in front of him and began to draw the terrain and landforms near the artillery team he had scouted.
"Hansen, you stand in the front, use the machine guns to provide cover, and wait for my signal to attack first..."
Turning to face He Shijie and Hu Yang,
"You are the main force of the attack. Launch the attack according to my order...remember the battle formation."
He looked around unhurriedly, as if he remembered the person who went to hell with him.
Then he picked up the paper on which he had drawn the tactical arrangements, put it in his pocket, and asked again,
"Who has any questions?"
Moving his lips, Guan Shijie stroked his beard twice more, gritted his teeth and asked loudly,
"Sir, we don't have any marks. Do you think..."
Zhang Sixing waved his hand and did not answer. Instead, he approached Hansen.
"Go to Camp Commander Li and find us some branches and cloth, just a big piece like this."
While speaking, he made a gesture about the size of a small basin with his hand.
"Yes, sir."
Hansen Raul, who looked confused, obviously didn’t understand what this meant, but he still knocked on the heels of his boots and obeyed.