Li Tielong in Shuangqiang Town, Guanxi, also kept lying still, but he always raised his head to observe the surrounding situation. When he found that there was a faint light starting to appear on the horizon, he knew that he could not wait any longer. The ghost knew their location, but he didn't know where the ghost was. When daybreak, he became a lamb to be slaughtered.
He took a deep breath, suddenly jumped up, opened his bow left and right with both hands, and shot continuously in three directions: left, center and right. He carefully calculated the bullets fired. When there were 2 bullets left in each gun, he turned around suddenly. Just as he was about to exert force with his feet, he heard a sound of wind and said in his heart: "No!" A sharp pain came from his head. Come and be instantly drowned in blood.
An iron bullet was embedded right in the center of his forehead. It seemed that he was still practicing the iron head skill. The iron bullet hit by his body did not blow off his head, but it was enough to kill him.
Wang Fugui knew that Li Tielong was dead in Guanxi, Shuangqiang Town, and knew that he was dead without even looking. He felt that he was about to die, his body was numb and his limbs had no feeling.
Only slight footsteps were heard not far away, and then the slight gunshot sounded again, and those wailing sounds disappeared instantly.
"Sha--Sha--" The thin footsteps were getting closer and lighter, and they stood in front of him. He still didn't dare to raise his head, his whole body trembled and trembled, and his fingers dug deeply into the soil, waiting for the judgment of fate.
He felt someone lightly step on his shoulder a few times. He instantly understood what the other person meant, and climbed up slowly and hard, ready to tell him all the information the other party needed and didn't need.
However, the masked man whom he only dared to glance at with his peripheral vision put his finger on his mouth and waved him away...
When the first ray of sunlight from the rising sun slowly spread, bringing some light and warmth to the woods in the early morning, Wang Fugui staggered out of the woods.
His mind went blank. He didn't know if there would be bullets coming from behind, and he didn't dare to think about it. He no longer remembers the image of the masked man, only the big bright eyes floating in front of his eyes. Know that it is a ghost, a real ghost.
As I walked, tears flowed down my face, and I started to choke, and then started to cry loudly. Cry while walking, cry happily, cry to vent...
Wang Fugui became silent after he returned. He didn't speak to anyone who asked him, and he didn't say anything when he was beaten. The superiors all thought that he had been frightened out of his wits.
After the Central Plains War, Wang Fugui, who was demobilized by the National Army, returned to his hometown of Mizhi County, Shaanxi Province, and used his savings from many years of service as a soldier to marry a beautiful Mizhi woman. Later, Wang Fugui's descendants lived in a house full of people, and he lived peacefully to the age of eighty-five. Before he died, he said to the descendants in the house: "I didn't say anything, so I'm safe." He died with a smile.
Zhang Xiaoping didn't know that his shut-up gesture would stick with Wang Fugui for the rest of his life. His original intention was just to tell Wang Fugui to stop talking and leave quickly.
He and Ti Jing were the only ones in the woods, but various traps had been prepared before to prevent enemies from ambushing them. Once he knew the enemy's location in the dark, with the skills of his two brothers, the outcome would be self-evident.
Of the thirty enemy elite veterans, twenty-nine were killed and one was spared.
Because Zhou Wen had already issued an order that this was not a national war, requiring them to only attack officials. The bigger the official, the more likely they would be. Do not fight any soldiers who do not threaten you.
Zhang Xiaoping and Ti Jing casually cleaned the battlefield and left the woods, because the enemy's shells were coming soon. Sure enough, less than an hour after they left, the Northwest Army vented its few remaining artillery shells across the entire forest...
The ghost gunmen who emerged on the Eastern Front were naturally the spearmen of the transport team, and the one with the best results was naturally Zhang Xiaoping. The enemy's deputy division commander was his handiwork, and this was Zhou Wen's repeated restriction on the team members' shooting targets. Otherwise, given the current lack of sniper awareness among the domestic military, the team members' precise shooting will turn into a massacre.
Many years later, the Japanese used their superb shooting skills to make the Chinese anti-Japanese army pay a huge price.
In nearly a month of frontline battles, Zhang Xiaoping has completely mastered Professor Zhou Wen's sniper course, and has met Zhou Wen's requirements in all aspects, including camouflage, selection of sniper positions, lurking, and shooting techniques.
In Zhou Wen's words, what he lacks now is character and psychological training, as well as the accumulation of experience. Of course, you also need a good sniper rifle.
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Commander Zhang, who teaches the Second Division, is in a good mood now. He is very lucky that he has recruited members of Zhou Wen's transportation team to serve as instructors. After a month of fighting and training, the combat effectiveness of the entire Second Division has qualitatively changed.
To say that the one he valued most, besides Zhou Wen, was the young man named Xu Dacheng. Under his guidance and command, the artillery level of the Second Division's mortar battalion has caught up with or even surpassed that of the veteran main force. On the frontal position, the opponent's handful of artillery and heavy machine gun firepower were completely suppressed.
Now the transportation team is teaching the second division. The most famous person is not Zhou Wen, nor the ghost gunmen, but Xu Dacheng. Because Zhou Wen asked Chief Zhang not to report the sniper record of the transportation team, and put all the records on the Second Teaching Division. Zhou Wen didn't want the contribution of the transportation team to appear in the headquarters again. He wished that the officers of the headquarters would simply forget about them.
But Xu Dacheng was different. After seeing his first battle, Chief Zhang gave him the command of the mortar battalion's bombardment. This ignited Xu Dacheng's small universe, and he plunged into the mortar camp, eating, drinking, and sleeping in the artillery camp. After several consecutive battles, he commanded decisively and achieved remarkable results. Coupled with his rough and generous character, he won the love and admiration of everyone in the mortar battalion.
Now when it comes to Zhou Wen, ordinary soldiers may not know it, but when it comes to instructor Xiao Xu, he is the pride of the entire Second Instructor Division! Because basically all the grassroots troops who teach the Second Division have received support and help from the mortar battalion, which is really eye-opening. They basically attack wherever they are directed.
Especially in the days when the opponent's attack is the most intense, as long as the position is tight, the artillery shells will fall into the enemy position as if they have eyes. As soon as the enemy's supporting heavy firepower opens fire, in less than a minute, the mortars will teach him every minute. Become a new person.
Xu Dacheng also organized the artillery battalion's 18 mortars into two artillery groups. He and Cui Dayong each commanded one. Taking advantage of the dilemma of the enemy's small number of artillery and insufficient number of artillery shells, he established several artillery groups on the high ground in the defense area of the Second Teaching Division. artillery firing positions, all set up with telephone lines. Information transmission is fast, movement is flexible, and the entire area is basically covered.
For the first time, the officers and soldiers who taught the Second Division had a taste of modern warfare. As long as they made a phone call or the orderly sent a flag, the artillery shells would arrive as scheduled, and the defensive pressure on the front line would be greatly reduced.
Sometimes the enemy has just launched an attack. As soon as the phone is notified here, artillery shells like raindrops fall on the enemy's attack route. Without firing, you can report to your superiors: "XX troops repelled another enemy attack."
So now our instructor Xu is quite a sight! During the intermission of battles, if I went to any unit to visit, everyone would greet me with wine and meat. Instructor Xiao Xu, the commander, and Xiao Xu, the instructor, would be attentive to me. There is no way. Instructor Xiao Xu is equal to a life-saving talisman, and Instructor Xiao Xu is equal to a credit book.
Even Zhou Wen had to admire and lament in his heart: "This fool is born to be an artillery expert. He didn't teach these things by himself, he figured them out by himself. In terms of artillery, he has nothing to teach. It’s true that the disciples of the church are starving the master to death! I’m not doing as well as he is.”
