Pang Dahai is the nickname of the commander of the fire support company of the security battalion, a big man from Lu.
My original surname is Pang. Because my family lives by the sea, my parents casually gave me the same name as the sea.
With names like this, name collisions seem to have become commonplace.
Nicknames are naturally a necessity.
And this person was not from a major at the Army Academy. He served in the Northeast for ten years, starting from the lowest level as a bomb carrier, then to a gunner, then to the artillery squad leader, then to the artillery platoon leader, until this time he was poached by Tang Dao and promoted to...
Fire support company commander.
From private to army captain, I have experienced almost every military rank. It can be said that I am a real veteran artilleryman step by step.
Although he looks very burly, because of his smooth and round head and round face, he is very approachable. He doesn't usually look like an academic officer and has no airs. He has only been in the guard camp for a day.
Half of the time, he became one with his soldiers, which can be regarded as an alternative leadership style.
Pang Dahai can be regarded as the only one in the guard camp. After all, Chinese soldiers usually eat cabbage vermicelli. If you have a white-flour steamed bun, it is considered as a snack. What about the fat man?
If you want to gain weight, go to the battalion commander level to find someone.
Of course, there were very few people like Xia Dayu who called him by his nickname instead of his official title during the war. Perhaps it was mainly because he was still a young man.
But this time, Pang Dahai, who had been half-lying next to Xia Dayu and dozing, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the red signal flares falling in the sky. The usual warmth on his face disappeared, and the muscles on his face were tense.
Tight.
“Little bald man, are you sure this is the order given to you by the battalion commander himself?” Pang Dahai asked seriously while looking at the direction of the signal flare and desperately calculating the approximate coordinates based on the battlefield terrain in his mind.
"Absolutely! The battalion commander told me before he left. Once he fires a red flare, it proves that he is surrounded and needs artillery support. There is no need to worry about his safety. He will choose a suitable position to avoid the artillery fire. The six weapons equipped by our guard battalion
The mortar only needs to fire two rounds of rapid fire based on the approximate coordinates of the signal bomb." Xia Dayu anxiously repeated the instructions Tang Dao gave him before leaving. "Uncle Fatty, hurry up."
The burly artillery captain had bitterness on his face.
The direction where the signal flare was raised was roughly 650 meters away from him. The veteran artilleryman who had carefully studied the Songjiang city defense map could basically outline the approximate coordinates in his mind, ensuring that he could still achieve it with a maximum error of only 20 to 30 meters.
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However, the difficulty lies not in whether he and his subordinates can accurately deliver the artillery shell to the position where the signal flare is raised, but in how Tang Dao, who is also at that coordinate, can avoid this round of artillery bombardment.
Two rounds of extremely rapid fire, but 12 rounds of artillery shells. The term "hiding the artillery" seems simple when spoken of, but for an experienced artilleryman like Pang Dahai, he is very clear about the power of the 82 mortar he is equipped with.
, 12 artillery shells blasted through, not to mention the destruction of the world. If there are no bomb shelters and trenches within a radius of 500 meters, the mortality rate is definitely higher than 90%.
The more accurately he hits, the quicker the officer may die, but if he does not shoot accurately, he will not be able to relieve the besieged officer from his predicament.
This may be the first time this veteran who has been in the army for ten years has encountered such a dilemma.
“Hurry up! The battalion commander is still waiting!” Xia Dayu stamped his feet anxiously.
After the young soldier watched the crow jump off the tower and explode into a shower of blood in order to protect himself, the young soldier was severely psychologically traumatized, and subconsciously he would look for a replacement.
Tang Dao came, touched his head and told him: You will become a person like your Uncle Crow!
That was the main reason why Xia Dayu chose to follow Tang Dao. The little boy hoped that he would become stronger than ever before, so strong that one day he could be like his Uncle Crow, capable of defeating dozens of Japs with one shot and one shot.
The crow who blocked all the wind and rain for Xia Dayu with his not broad shoulders was a myth in Xia Dayu's mind, and naturally no one could replace him.
The Tang Dao he chose to follow was subconsciously imagined by the young man as a substitute for the crow. If Tang Dao said he could dodge the cannons, he would definitely be able to do so. That was not only the confidence in Tang Dao, but also the reluctance to lose in the young man's heart.
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"Okay!" The artillery captain gritted his teeth, the muscles on both sides of his cheeks bulged high, turned his head and roared: "All artillery squads, follow my order, direction northeast, elevation angle 72.5 degrees, distance"
As for the furious Shiqiao Xinyi, his eyes were already red with anger from the "treacherous" Tang Dao: "Fire up the flares, the 1st detachment, surround him and blow him up with grenades!"
The red flare is obviously a signal for help, but what is its use? This is the area controlled by the 11th Infantry Brigade. More than 4,000 infantrymen are nearby. It is hard for the Japanese army captain to believe that anyone would fight against his opponent in the dark for a single person.
A large-scale attack on the already deployed defensive line.
In fact, this is exactly what happened. The signal flare could be seen throughout Songjiang, but the outside world was quiet and the Chinese did not act rashly.
He must die! He took what he wanted, but he could not live.
Of course, although the Japanese captain Gao Chi's anger almost burned all his sanity, he still maintained the only trace of sobriety. He knew how powerful his opponent was. All the more than 20 people in the infantry team 150 meters away were killed.
Living example.
Even if it is a secret attack, the one who can kill more than twenty living soldiers silently is the best among masters.
So, he didn’t try to capture anyone alive. His opponent didn’t have a gun, but he still had an extremely sharp command knife, didn’t he?
Tang Dao, who did not have any long-range counterattack weapons, started his escape after firing the signal flare.
In the afterglow of the flare, Tang Dao was like an agile rabbit, constantly jumping and moving among the ruins of the wall. Of course, his posture was not graceful, but every time he was able to use the terrain to avoid the two sides of the wall with great difficulty.
The bullets of an accurate marksman.
Yes, for Tang Dao, the biggest threat is not the dozen or so Japanese infantry who have surrounded him, but the two Japanese shooters located due east who are firmly targeting him.
In fact, it was the two Japanese shooters who were most horrified.
Because, within ten seconds, two precision shooters only fired three bullets.
This is almost impossible for them who have killed at least dozens of targets on the battlefield.
But it is indeed the case.
As a shooter, they will not just stick to the target itself. Their most terrifying thing is to predict the opponent's movement route in advance, and then kill the opponent with one shot when his movements have become too old to change.
However, the target seemed to know their predictions well. Every time they were about to pull the trigger, they would twist their bodies in an incredible way and abruptly change their movement route, leaving them no chance to pull the trigger.
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The disbeliever fired two shots, but as expected, they failed.
And all this happened while a dozen colleagues who were approaching gradually threw several melon grenades, and the target had to avoid the constant flying shrapnel.
How did he do that?
The cold sweat on the palms of the two Japanese shooters made them feel that the guns in their hands were all slippery. They lost confidence in their shooting skills for the first time in the face of such a terrifying enemy.
They may not know that if Tang Dao had a gun in his hand at this time, one of them would have been killed by Tang Dao's gun long ago.
In order to aim at Tang Dao, which jumped faster than a rabbit in the ruins, their upper bodies were exposed too much.
While the flare exposed Tang Dao's figure in front of their eyes, it also exposed themselves.
It’s a pity that Tang Dao didn’t have a gun, so he had no choice but to run away.
But Tang Dao has a cannon.
Because, he has a group of pretty good friends.
“Boom!” When the first artillery shell fell on the city wall, sending an unprepared Japanese soldier flying high into the sky and falling to the moat outside like a trapeze artist, Tang Dao breathed a sigh of relief.
He won the bet.
Tang Dao deceived the Japanese again.
What he wants to bet on is not the Japanese gambling table, but his own subordinates.
