Three minutes later, in the same place.

When German stick soldiers of about the size of a combat platoon arrived, after hearing the gunshots, there was no trace of their opponents here, where a brief battle had occurred.

All that were left on the ground was bullet shells, blood, footprints, and the bodies of our personnel.

On these corpses, all the bullets, guns, food and other useful supplies, even some military jackets and boots, were stripped away one by one.

Because at this time, a combat team that ambushed their Zhongzhou team had long been moved to a ruin a mile away and hid.

At their hands, there were packages made of German coats.

When they moved with these things, they looked a little like refugees fleeing famine.

By the way! How to make the six rookies in the team and the 8th Company recruits form a little combat power as quickly as possible.

For Hu Biao, a commander who has participated in many missions and is no longer so disappointing, he has actually had an answer in his mind.

Of course, they are allowed to fight constantly, and they can grow up quickly through the polishing of the battle.

Because in the current Volgograd battlefield, although the daily battles are extremely fierce, they generally refer to the northern part of the city.

The area they are in, and the current time point, is not the most difficult time.

At least when the war started not long ago, there are still few reserves in the city for food, ammunition and other materials.

But after the winter comes, as the temperature drops rapidly, the city's reserves are basically exhausted, and that is the most difficult time.

Based on this idea, Comrade Hu Biao got up early the next morning.

Holding a telescope on the rooftop, I saw that although there were small troops of Desan who were around, they did not attack the Youth Palace building where they were.

I suddenly thought about it and found a plan.

After a little communication with Major Chekhov, he took the initiative to send the subordinates of the 8th Company of the Brians to let them go through such a war-torn training.

The key to fighting like this is that training troops is Hu Biao's main purpose, rather than fighting with the Despokes.

So Hu Biao sent out small troops, basically a combat team of half a platoon and sixteen or seventeen people; three or four old birds led and guided them to conduct flexible mobile combat.

Before leaving, Hu Biao solemnly explained to the old birds who led the team:

We are all smarter. These people will still be of great use in the future. They are all some of the teams we started with. We cannot let them die too much.

In a word, you can only take advantage after you go out and not suffer losses.

After hearing this, the old birds all laughed and said: Don't worry! They are always familiar with this kind of advantage.

So under such a tone, the entire Brian Company of the new recruits was divided into 8 combat groups and set out.

Specifically, letting rookies go up and shoot black guns, which is considered to be a win-win situation in terms of gun training, seducing enemies, and practicing courage.

Then, when the opponent was attracted and entered the ambush circle arranged in advance by the combat team, he immediately opened fire with all his might.

After the battle, I spent a very short time to clean the battlefield, and then ran away.

Even the other party’s coats and boots were stripped off.

It was just Hu Biao and the others who were preparing in advance to resist the bitter and cold winter of the Maozi family. According to the recruits, it was snowing here in October, which means that winter was coming.

This time, a combat team led by Kurakuen, Xiling and Dafu Dafu.

If we count the battle that just ended, we have successfully destroyed the second batch of German sticks in one day today.

After all, in such street battles, Desan would not be deployed on a large scale.

During the battle, except for a unlucky recruit who was hit in the thigh by the opponent's counterattack bullet, their combat team's other losses can only be described as minimal.

If there is anything you don’t like, it is that Lang Qing, who has fired twenty or thirty bullets, has not yet had a real result.

This made the worker of the sewage treatment plant feel a little depressed now.

In this situation, it was not until such a group of people hid here for half an hour, thinking about Desan and now relaxing their vigilance.

I was about to call everyone to continue to move the warehouse management, and saw Lang Qing's lonely face.

He comforted him: "Wolf Qing, is it okay?

Think about it! How many bullets have you fired? You can't even walk, and you still want to learn from others? For several days, even your shoulders are swollen by the recoil of the butt, and you'll be almost a little accurate.

At that time, you will probably know if the gun is available if you raise your hand."

"Okay, I'll listen." Lang Qing gritted his teeth and agreed.

Then, at around 5:00 p.m. that day, during the last action today, I don’t know how many shots had been fired, but the wolf green on his shoulders was obviously red and swollen, pulled the trigger at the target.

Finally, I saw a bunch of blood on the other party’s chest and slowly collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, Lang Qing felt that he couldn't speak and felt refreshed; saying something was not so decent, it was even more enjoyable than that.

*******

Of course, such mobile combat as Zhongzhou team cannot always be smooth sailing. On a complex battlefield, there will always be such and such situations.

For example, at around three o'clock in the afternoon, next to a broken street.

Not very experienced, the old bird, Po Luo, was commanded by a bit awkward tactical movements, and gestured to the rookie Bazi.

What it means is: be careful to poke your head out and see if there are any targets on the street that can be used to do? If so, we will have a family.

The train driver Bazi, who was holding an M1 carbine in his hand, had been guessing and could barely understand the tactical movements of the gong.

I took a deep breath in my mouth and looked out from a broken window.

I plan to find a target and come with a shuttle of black guns.

Bazi has done the above action many times today. From the time when he first did this, his head was numb and his heart was very nervous, he has become a little used to it.

Sure enough, constantly participating in battles and fighting is the best way to make rookies grow rapidly.

"Isn't it just a fight? I, Bazi, was born to be a war material."

So while holding the gun and poking his head out, Bazi even thought of it with a little arrogant look; mainly compared to Lang Qing, he was too lucky.

In the last battle, he killed a target with a lucky gun.

Then, the guy who had just floated up, became terrible.

Because first he could feel the ground under his feet tremble faintly.

Later, with the light of his eyes, he could see a No. 3 tank that appeared on the other end of the street under the cover of 20 infantrymen with German sticks.

A 50mm tank gun was raised high, plus three machine guns.

And as he walked along the way, he looked at the infantry around him carefully, which made Bazi completely forget that he had the idea that he was "born to be a war material".

"Tan, tank~" Bazi expressed his voice to the old birds such as Poluo, Feng, AT, etc.

After hearing this statement, the three of them no longer had the calmness before.

Bazi, who thought that the people in the battle group would withdraw, saw the firefighter with an excited face and took out two bottles of gasoline-filled molten bottles from the cowhide bag he was carrying.

Damn it! It’s fine if Mao Feng is obviously a firefighter, but he likes setting fires so much.

He was trying to stuff these two molten bottles into his own hands, and was he going to throw the molten bottles down at a tank?

That's right, this is what a few old birds think.

After such a tank drove through the building where they were several meters, these people suddenly poked their heads out and used a lot of automatic firepower to fire at the infantrymen below.

When the infantry caught off guard fell down instantly and the machine gun on the tank could not be adjusted at all.

Bazi threw the two moor bottles hard at the No. 3 tank.

After two consecutive "clang" sounds, two groups of fires ignited on the No. 3 tank; what's even more fatal is that one of them hits the molten bottle above the front of the turret, and gasoline flows into the tank.

So soon, the crew inside opened the hatch and escaped desperately.

Then they were beaten to death by AT and others one by one next to the tank.
Chapter completed!