War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 224: Net Advantage (Thanks to 'zhmhxy' for the 500 reward!)
tactics?

No more.

This time Xu Chaoyang fought the enemy with only precision!
He deliberately lured all the enemies into the grass where there was no cover at all on such a plain, and made them shoot at the ice wall they had built to form a defensive fortification.

"Everyone, aim accurately, the entire regiment fires single shots, only gun fire!"

This was the order Xu Chaoyang gave while crouching under the ice wall!

boom!
An Oroqen saw the flash of gunfire in the bushes, and quickly turned the muzzle of his gun and fired at the 11 o'clock direction where he was. When the gunshots rang out, the grass at the 11 o'clock direction shook violently, and he snorted coldly and turned back to look for the next gunfire.

At the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War, the sharpshooters in the army were all hunters. These people crouched in the jungle all year round, aiming at the animals with irregular movements in the jungle, which is how they developed good marksmanship...

All the members of the Oroqen people were hunting, and when Xu Chaoyang was training them, he did not spare any bullets and burned a hundred-meter area in front of him. This resulted in the enemy being unable to use grenades to attack after entering the range.

To put it bluntly, every step arranged by Xu Chaoyang seemed to be a bit like Ma Su, but in fact, they were all setting traps for the other party!
"Grenade!"

The deputy commander of the regiment who was hiding in the grass immediately realized something was wrong. He found that not only did he not gain any advantage by cautiously sneaking up under the cover of darkness, but after one round of fighting, the sound of gunfire became less and less.
"Grenade!"

He shouted twice before waking up the troops. The next second, several people in the grass moved rapidly, and they threw out grenades produced by the Fengtian Arsenal.

"Lower your head!"

Xu Chaoyang was not afraid of this at all. He knew that the enemy could not throw grenades at him. The only thing to worry about was the shrapnel flying across the battlefield.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
More than 20 meters in front of the ice wall, flames exploded frequently. The burned grass thawed under the flames, and at this moment, the grenades blew out several craters of moderate depth.

But the deputy commander of the regiment had no such purpose at all. He hoped that someone could throw a grenade into the ice wall.

"Deputy regiment commander! It's too far away, we can't throw it in at all!"

The battalion commander was shouting anxiously beside him, and the gunfire was coming out from the grass, facing the gunfire of the group of Oroqen hunters. Almost every three shots could kill an opponent.

The deputy commander of the regiment took a deep breath and looked at the battlefield. Suddenly he remembered something and grabbed the battalion commander and shouted, "Do you see the crater we made?"

"Keep throwing grenades into the crater to expand it and use it as cover. Our people are not good at shooting, but as long as we rush over and hide in the crater, our people will have enough shooting distance even if they have cover."

"it is good!"

The battalion commander nodded, and personally led his men to bundle three or four grenades together and throw them towards the bomb crater in front...

boom!
A bigger explosion occurred, and as the grenades expanded, the crater began to show signs of shelter.

Two wheels, three wheels, four wheels...

They couldn't even count how many rounds they had fired into the crater, and Yu Minghao couldn't even see clearly!

"Captain, what are these bastards doing?"

Xu Chaoyang sneered and said, "You're looking for death!"

"Everyone, ignore the grenades, keep aiming at the grass and fire accurately!"

"Remember, the main goal is to save ammunition!"

At the same time, shouts were heard from the grass: "Suicide Squad, go!"

A company of men stood up from the grass. Just as they raised their heads, several bullets hit them from behind the ice wall. They turned into strips of fire in the dark night and pierced their bodies like long swords.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people fell to the ground, and the rest had the opportunity to rush forward!
"Charge!" With a command, the puppet army rushed towards the bomb crater. The dozens of meters of unprotected space on the battlefield became their graveyard. The machine guns behind the ice wall changed from single-shot to continuous...

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

Da da da!
Ta-ta-ta-ta!

One company, with the cooperation of Oroqen warriors and machine gunners, wiped out almost three-quarters of the manpower within a distance of several dozen meters. The battlefield was full of knocked down puppet soldiers and their howling cries.

"Battalion Commander, the puppet troops have entered the bomb crater!"

This time Xu Chaoyang didn't even need to respond. Old Yang shouted at the top of his voice, "Third row, serve the hot dishes!"

The third platoon was a gathering place for the Oroqen people when Xu Chaoyang was the company commander. The platoon leader was Altai, who was known for his strong physique and always won first place in every grenade throwing training.

Since Altai became the platoon leader of the cavalry platoon and took away some of the Oroqen people, the traditions of the old third platoon remained. Occasionally, when he failed to get the first place in throwing grenades, the new platoon leader would jump up and curse.

This time it's finally their turn to show their skills.

Swish!
The soldiers in the third platoon didn't even need to stand up. They just squatted behind the ice wall and threw the grenades out without moving. The crater created by the regiment was for the purpose of moving forward, which meant that the throwing position was between the two sides and closer to Xu Chaoyang's troops. So why did they stand up at such a short distance?
呲!
They threw out grenades emitting white smoke, which landed in several craters.

The soldier who had just entered the bomb crater felt his scalp tingling as he watched the grenades falling from the sky. When the soldier was ready to face his fate...

when!
A grenade hit him squarely on the head...

boom!
boom!
boom!
Several grenades exploded at the same time in the crater. The suicide squad that rushed forward didn't even have time to scream before they were drowned in the sound of the explosion.

Xu Chaoyang looked at the flames coming out of the grenade in front of him and cursed: "You used the bomb crater at the front of my position as a shelter. Fuck, do you think I don't have arms and can't throw grenades?"

This is not a command error, this is simply a lack of knowledge of how to fight.

But if you think about the origin of the entire Fengtian clique, it is not surprising that there are such people in this army.

During the first Zhi-Feng War, the two armies set up their artillery and fired at each other but neither could hit the other. This can only be attributed to the fact that Xu Chaoyang met a commander who had never experienced the test of the battlefield and was commanding an army that had no fighting spirit at all without any experience.

"Why did the gunfire stop?"

As the deputy commander of the regiment had just asked this question, a bullet shot over his head and broke the tips of the weeds - whoosh!

Fly straight over.

Behind him, the soldier who was firing just now was knocked down in an instant, lying in the grass and screaming in extreme pain: "Ah!!!!"

The bullet hit the guy's cheek and half of his face was blown off. He lay on the ground, covering his cheek and rolling over.

The deputy commander of the regiment looked at his soldiers again. Almost all of them had lost the courage to shoot. Now all the soldiers understood that the opponents were all bastards with accurate shooting skills. They would shoot wherever they saw the flames. If they didn't see the grass shaking on a large scale after shooting, they would continue shooting.

Later, these guys became cunning. Even if the opponent didn't hit them, they would just reach out and shake the grass, so that at least they wouldn't be hit by bullets again.

Is this a slap in the face?

The deputy commander of the regiment is thinking about withdrawing. This is not a question of whether they can win or not...

　Thanks to brother 'zhmhxy' for the 500 reward. Thank you very much.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)