After teaching the soldiers military sign language and letting them practice tactical formations on their own, Guan Shijie deliberately yelled in a rough voice,
"I don't want to listen to anything that we say. Wearing the helmet is so messy. If you don't tie up a white towel and fight, you can't beat yourself."
But Zhang Sixing was always there preparing his equipment and pretended not to hear.
Hu Yang of the 83rd German Arms Division couldn't stand it anymore. The superior and subordinate officers were at odds with each other, and he was afraid that there would be trouble on the battlefield.
After glancing at Guan Shijie twice, I felt that the bearded man's whole body was filled with anger.
He glanced at Zhang Sixing again, worried that he would show off his power at the next moment.
As for himself, he trusts Zhang Sixing.
Not to mention anything else, just watching the two five-person teams under my command silently advance, attack, hide, drop mines, and change bombs in one go under the tactical sign language, I felt a sense of accomplishment.
Unfortunately, he also felt that Guan Shijie was right. If you don't wear a white towel when attacking at night, how can you tell yourself from the enemy?
"My mother has a baby, and she always gets some eyesight every time I hit her. Even if she has a foreign ink, I'm afraid she won't be reliable..."
The sound buzzed in the building, and everyone quietly watched how he would be dealt with by the superior for provoking him.
At this time, Hansen Raul, who led several machine gunners and brought back a bundle of thin strips and some pieces of cloth, watched the scene blankly.
I don’t understand who Guan Shijie is so angry at.
When he heard the words "foreign ink", he couldn't help but feel angry. He picked up his rifle and was about to rush over and hit him with the butt of the rifle.
"Hansen"
Cold German sounded, and Hansen subconsciously kicked his boots.
Even though he stopped, his blue eyes shot a cold and stern look at Guan Shijie as a warning.
Then he handed the armed belt and box cannon to Zhang Sixing with both hands.
"Sir, this is the gun given to you by Battalion Commander Li."
Of course he is familiar with Box Pao Zhang Si Xing, but right now he still has important things to do.
He pulled a branch from Hansen's hand and took a piece of cloth.
That cloth is basically the uniform of a wounded soldier. It's great to find such cloth now.
"gather"
After giving orders to Hansen, he took out his bear claw blade and cut the cloth "hiss, hiss", and then jumped on a stool.
After all fifty men gathered in front of him, he showed everyone the tree pole and piece of cloth.
"They all use branches to weave concealing hats."
The soldiers looked at each other and nodded in confusion.
On the battlefield, weaving a hat out of tree sticks can provide shade and provide better concealment. It is a skill that everyone can master.
Looking at Zhang Sixing on the stool, he casually tied a ring with a tree pole. It seemed that his craftsmanship was faster and better than theirs.
Hold the ring of branches in your hand and shake it,
"But in the city, this is called seeking death. A Japanese sharpshooter can distinguish and blow your head off in less than 0.5 seconds."
Almost all the soldiers' hearts suddenly rose, and they all raised their ears when it was a matter of life and death.
"Some people also say that wearing a white towel is used to identify friend or foe at night. Well, let me tell you that at night it is almost like seeking death. The little devil can hit the head of an incense stick fifty meters away at night."
Upon hearing this, many people subconsciously looked at Guan Shijie, thinking that maybe this hot-tempered guy was going to quarrel with the superior.
But before Guan Shijie, whose face was filled with blood, could get angry, Zhang Sixing covered the piece of cloth on the grass ring he had just braided, forming an irregular "mushroom head".
"Did you see that the mushroom-shaped concealed hat is one of our own? Don't hit a head with a gun in this shape."
One sentence made everyone's heart light up. It is not difficult to identify friend or foe with such a hat at night, and it is even more difficult for the enemy to detect it.
Shooting at night, you can only see a faint shadow.
Even if you saw it like this, who would think it was a head.
"High, really high..."
Unexpectedly, he glanced at Hansen Zhier who was speaking out, and suddenly said that this guy has a great talent for flattery.
In my heart:
Of course it is high, but it is not as high as I am. This is the research result of the Israel Defense Forces in the future.
When fighting in the city, wearing an irregularly shaped hollow cap outside the helmet is more conducive to avoiding enemy observation.
Hu Yang nodded slightly, feeling admiration for this young-looking "paratrooper" who had returned from Germany.
He secretly glanced at Guan Shijie. At this moment, his face was red and purple, and his lips were moving, but he couldn't say a word.
Just when he was worried that this guy would explode, he saw Guan Shijie suddenly raised his hand and clapped his hands.
His face, which was originally bruised and bruised, became rosy again, and he even felt a little excited when he applauded.
Seeing him applauding, Populus euphratica subconsciously raised his hand.
"No, everyone, be careful if the devil listens to this."
Although he didn't applaud, Hu Yang felt that the officer in front of him was really thinking of a great move.
"Mushroom monsters, now we are all mushroom monsters. How have the devils seen this before?"
An unknown soldier in the team suddenly started talking about Shaanxi, and then everyone responded in a noisy manner.
"uh-huh!"
Seeing these guys getting into trouble just after being treated well, Hansen Raul felt uncomfortable in his throat.
With his cough, the scene returned to the silence before the battle.
Looking at the battlefield with flushed faces in front of him, Zhang Sixing felt that his mobilization seemed to have been done well. He nodded,
"Battle Commander Li has prepared dry food for us. If you are hungry, don't be too full when you eat. If you are thirsty, don't drink too much. Don't bring anything that will make noise. The things on your body should be sturdy and the water bottle should be full."
I looked at the high-spirited young people again. They are all young and do not have much battlefield experience.
There were still many details that I wanted to explain, but thinking that Guan Shijie and the others were veterans on the battlefield, I swallowed the rest back.
He nodded lightly, raised his wrist and looked at the huge luminous watch.
"Now prepare your own mushroom heads, and then we will go and teach the Japanese a lesson and disband."
As he dismissed, the scene became chaotic again.
Some people went to Hansen Raul's men to make tree poles and rags straight up to make their own "mushroom heads", while others were immersed in the sharp-angle assault tactics and couldn't extricate themselves.
This also includes Hansen Raul,
"Sir, Mushroom Head's method is really good. We won't have to be afraid of snipers anymore."
"Don't worry, there are no snipers here, but the little devils are all good at shooting."
In fact, before the outbreak of the Pacific War, almost all Southeast Asian armies did not have the concept of snipers.
In Southeast Asia, precision shooting is only at the sharpshooter level, and even the police have snipers earlier than the army.
As for Japanese snipers, their tactics, training, and use are all wrong.
Don't compare with the snipers like Mao Xiong and Hans, they are not on the same level.
"Sir, I... it was my fault just now."
I was smoking a cigarette and chatting with Hansen, and by the way, I hung the cowhide bullet sac of the box gun on my body.
Not only Hanson Raul also had a bullet bag hung on his chest, but the bullet bag of the box cannon was hung on the chests of two big guys, which was a little bit funny.
Looking at Guan Shijie who was blushing a little, Zhang Sixing didn't feel displeased and instead stepped forward to check his equipment.
The improvised two-point tactical gun belt is slung tightly across the shoulder, and one end of the gun belt is directly connected to the box gun body.
Looking at Guan Shijie, who looked a bit like a modern soldier, Zhang Sixing nodded with satisfaction,
"They are all our own brothers. Just saying these things is a big deal. Go back and check your men's equipment. They are not as familiar with the battlefield as you are."
In China at this time, no matter whether they were bandits or soldiers, everyone liked this sentence.
"As a commander, my subordinates must fight bravely..."
With a touch of excitement in his eyes, Guan Shijie stood up straight.