Guo Liangjun's voice was quite loud, and he was afraid that Zhang Sixing, who was upstairs across the river, couldn't hear him clearly.
What was being hoisted were the panels for several windows, which could not help but arouse dissatisfaction from other nearby residents.
"Hmph, that white Russian girl really knows how to pick people up. I wonder which rich guy she will fall in love with."
"No, the Japanese won't invade the concession and put up protective shields."
As he spoke, he shuffled the mahjong on the table and shuffled the cards with a loud "clatter, clatter".
"Yes, the army has retreated, and the people over there don't know why. They are guarding a building and refuse to retreat. They are fighting the Japanese to the death. What's the point?"
Regardless of the complaints upstairs, those downstairs
"Brother opposite, this is a little thought from the surname Guo, don't be too little."
Just as a few people playing mahjong were talking, they heard someone shouting loudly downstairs. The friendly women immediately crowded to the balcony and went downstairs to see what was going on.
I saw the man who had just installed window guards on the Belarusian woman was using an elastic rope to bounce the packages downstairs on the other side.
Of course Zhang Sixing, who was on the top of the building, knew who it was and what his plans were. He just looked at it without saying a word, because everything had been arranged and there was no need to show up.
Instead, he came to the front of the building, raised his telescope and looked at the buildings not far away that were used by the Japanese to suppress the Sihang Warehouse.
When we set the time in the afternoon, the time was a bit late.
If I had known that the Japanese would carry out large-scale fire suppression so soon, I should have blown up those three buildings long ago.
While thinking in his mind, he carefully observed the battlefield.
At this time, someone climbed up to him dragging a gun, wearing a steel helmet and a net on his body. He was a precision shooter.
"Sir, there were eleven casualties from precise shooting. Three were rescued using your method. The others were all slightly injured..."
The casualties of precision shooters are indeed a problem. After thinking about it, Zhang Sixing gave the order,
"In this way, run a few more times upstairs and downstairs, and then pick some good guns and take them to the roof. Also tell Battalion Commander Li on the first floor to do what I said and bring some sandbags up to repair the shooting position.
"
"yes"
The soldiers wearing M35 helmets lying on the ground did not forget to salute Zhang Si.
This time, the matter of selecting a precision shooter also went very smoothly.
The first time was because he was a German paratrooper and had the support of Hansen Raul. The reason why it went smoothly this time was that almost everyone felt the benefits of precision shooter attacks.
Take the hour-long high-pressure firepower as an example. Although the defenders suffered a lot of casualties, everyone saw the benefits of being able to withstand the opponent's high-pressure firepower and inflict heavy casualties on the opponent's machine gunners and grenade launchers.
From the perspective of a moral weapon master, it is luck to be favored by the instructor's superior.
From the perspective of people in the mixed barracks, being able to be led by Chief Zhang is a sign of good fortune.
At this moment, due to the attack by precision shooters, the harassing gunmen of the Japanese army had completely stopped shooting.
Because compared to Hans and Maozi, the Japanese had no research on snipers at all, so it was natural for them to be beaten by Zhang Shangxing.
Therefore, the new arrivals could stand upright on the roof and listen to Zhang Sixing's instructions.
It has to be said that the old smoker Li Youtian is just a piece of material in logistics. The newcomers are covered with nets, and even the messy cloth strips are tied up on the nets.
"Now your task is to practice gunnery. Don't be afraid of wasting bullets. As long as you find Japanese activities, fight. But if there is a war again, your shooting targets will be officers, machine gunners, grenade launchers, gunners, orderlies, and others.
No hitting."
Hearing Zhang Sixing's words, many soldiers showed an "understanding" look. Isn't it just harassment? Every soldier should know how to do it. But they didn't expect what Zhang Sixing said next, and they didn't know how to do it.
"But once you shoot, you change your shooting position. Instead of running or walking, you crawl."
Looking at the soldiers in front of him, Zhang Sixing walked from the head of the team to the end of the team.
"Climb me as fast as you can. I'll have someone keep an eye on me. Anyone who crawls slowly will be whipped with a belt."
By this time he had reached the end and then ordered,
"Also when shooting, the muzzle of the gun cannot be placed next to the sandbag, and if it is padded, it must be padded with something that cannot be dusty. Finally..."
Returning to the front of the team, Zhang Sixing asked loudly,
"First get closer and then move far away. Look through the pile of corpses of the Japanese below to see if there are any alive. Kill them all."
After giving the instructions, Zhang Sixing nodded and ordered the head of the precision shooter.
"You take turns watching them train and teach them your experience."
"Yes, sir."
After arranging precision shooters, Zhang Sixing ran downstairs, but he was stopped as soon as he reached the third floor.
"Sir Zhang, Sir Zhang, please invite us."
When he heard Xie Jinyuan calling him, Zhang Sixing didn't quite understand what he was calling him.
After thinking for a while he said,
"Go and report to your group. I have something to do. I'll go find him in ten minutes."
Then Zhang Sixing ran to the first floor, went to one side of the Suzhou River and shouted to the other side,
"Guo, please give this to Yelena."
While talking, Zhang Sixing took out a 20mm machine gun shell, tied a rope around it, tied it around his head a few times, and threw it directly across the river.
Upon hearing Zhang Sixing's response, Guo Liangjun was overjoyed.
Just think that the wounded soldiers on the Songhu battlefield have been accounted for, and they are all veterans who have fought in the war. If they can get it...
Anyway, someone will pay for the medical treatment and food. In the future, these veterans will be sent to...
As I was thinking about it, I slowly walked towards Yelena. My thick fingers were about to take out the piece of paper from the bullet casing and take a look at it to see if it was any secret.
Then I heard the rapid sound of high heels on the ground.
"Hey, what are you doing? I want to peek at the love letter."
Upon hearing the slightly foreign-sounding Chinese dialect, Guo Liangjun's face turned red and he explained shamelessly.
"No, I stuffed it with my fingers because I was worried that the contents inside would fall out."
He reached out and pressed the bullet casing from Guo Liangjun's hand, then hid aside and took it out to read as if it were a love letter.
Guo Liangjun also quietly approached, squinting his eyes to see the writing on it. Unfortunately, he knew it at a glance, but it was useless. The writing on it was simply German, and it was scrawled in cursive script.
But these things were very clear to Yelena. After all, when he applied for the job, German was a must-have skill.