Compared with other arms, artillery soldiers are the ones who know the most about artillery and shells.

For example, in terms of avoiding shells and responding to shells, they are definitely much stronger than other troops.

The members of the Special Operations Team are all veterans and have a lot of experience in dealing with artillery bombardment. However, they still have their own habits. For example, after the shell explodes, they often lie on the ground for two or three seconds, and will only get up after confirming that there is nothing to do.

However, the artillery soldiers stood up about a second after the shell exploded, and continued to do their own things without any change in their expressions. In fact, many experienced people can judge the landing point of the shell based on the sound of the shell falling, so as to directly respond accordingly.

However, when facing artillery attacks, luck is really important. No matter how experienced artillery is, it is not as good as luck.

In theory, at this time, the artillery team of the Special Operations Team built the temporary position on the mountain and leaned slightly backward. This is definitely the best place to avoid Japanese artillery shells and also to bombard Japanese artillery: this is the advantage of the advantage of being a good place. Standing on the top of the mountain, facing the top of the mountain, you can see it at a glance, and you can fight wherever you want. At the same time, the Japanese cannot see the situation on the top of the mountain, let alone see a little behind the top of the mountain.

But no one can tell the truth about luck.

At the beginning, so many artillery shells fell, and even the experienced members of the special operations team suffered casualties. However, the artillery positions established by the artillery squad were so close to everyone, and they were simply connected, but nothing happened. No artillery shell was dropped within ten meters, and at most it was hit by a few raised dust.

However, just as everyone was pleased with the safety of the artillery position, the good luck of the artillery position seemed to have suddenly been used up...

"Swoosh~!"

"boom!"

A shell suddenly fell without warning, landing at about three meters away from the small steel cannon on the left.

No one expected the sudden occurrence, but the artillery soldiers had real rich experience.

Without orders, there was no time to order. The artillery squatting on the left side of the small steel cannon, holding a shell in both hands, ready to fill the shell at any time, immediately responded: it was almost an instinctive reaction, and he didn't even raise his head. He grabbed the shell in his hand with his left hand and grabbed the small steel cannon with his right hand. At the same time, his body was slightly straightened, and his whole body was about to pounce on the small steel cannon... Obviously, he wanted to use his body to protect the small steel cannon and shells, and it can even be said that he wanted to use his life to protect the small steel cannon and shells.

However, he never expected that he would be forced to interrupt his heroic dream just halfway through.

I saw the comrade beside him who was watching someone else making small steel cannons. When he heard the sound of shells, he subconsciously looked into the sky and then lowered his head. But the moment he lowered his head, he looked at the house and stood up to pounce on the small steel cannon. Without thinking, he instinctively shouted "I'll do it!" and kicked his comrade away.

Then, he rushed towards the small steel cannon... and his comrades also used their bodies to block the small steel cannons or shells beside them: the small cannon is better, at worst it will be blown up. However, if the shell accidentally lands in front of the ground, it is very likely to cause an explosion, causing more shell explosions. At that time, the entire hill may be blown up directly, and the consequences are definitely not comparable to the blow-up of a small cannon.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, the entire artillery position was in chaos: five artillery soldiers were injured, four were slightly injured - all of them were scratched, and one was seriously injured - the artillery soldier who was closest to the explosion site and kicked to the ground by his comrade, was only scratched elsewhere by shrapnel, but a shrapnel was inserted into his right shoulder blade.

A gunman was sacrificed, the one who covered the small steel cannon on the far left. There was a shrapnel inserted on his thigh, and there were several shrapnel of different sizes on his left waist. However, the fatal injury was indeed inserted into his left temple by an irregular shrapnel of three centimeters in size on his left temple, and he died heroically.

In addition, all artillery soldiers, including the two soldiers close to each other, had tinnitus to varying degrees. Fortunately, the artillery soldiers had ways to deal with tinnitus: they opened their mouths, bite hard, or held their breath, and could quickly adapt. After all, before the explosion, they instinctively hugged their heads with both hands and covered their ears - this is the instinctive reaction obtained by long-term training and long-term baptism of war.

After the explosion, the artillery soldiers' first reaction was not to check whether they were safe or their comrades-in-arms, but to check whether the shell box was falling or skewed. After confirming safety, then check whether the small cannons around them were safe and whether they were blown up. Finally, check whether they were injured and whether they were injured... Although they said a lot, they were quick to check. After all, there were many people. You only need to scan the shell box to confirm. Then, when you see a comrades-in-arms first, you will subconsciously touch whether they were injured while looking at the comrades-in-arms.

Then, everyone stood up and said they were fine.

Finally, everyone's eyes looked at the seriously injured person and the comrade-in-arms who died beside him.

Seeing that everyone wanted them to run away, while running, they shouted their names, the artillery squad leader immediately shouted: "Don't be messed up, go back to their respective posts, and calibrate immediately according to the reported data... You must shell the shell within 20 seconds. Quick!"

The artillery squad leader said and ran over with a soldier. When the other artillery soldiers heard the squad leader's words, they looked at the two people who were falling to the ground with concern, and then turned around and followed the order.

When he came to the sacrificed artilleryman, the artillery squad leader's heart sank as soon as he saw the blood left under the artilleryman's head.

He quickly knelt on the ground, shouting in a deep voice, "Old Peng, how are you?" while carefully turning the other party over. As a result, halfway through the flip, he saw the shrapnel inserted into Lao Peng's left temple.

The artillery team gritted their teeth, turned Lao Peng's body, put it aside, and said to the artilleryman who followed: "Immediately check how big the small cannon is damaged."

This is the small cannon that Lao Peng protected with his life, and everyone hopes that it is safe and sound.

Then, the artillery squad leader didn't even feel like standing up, just stood up a little and ran to the side of the comrade who fell to the ground, even though he was gritting his teeth, even if he didn't know life or death, but his hands were tightly holding a small steel cannon shell.

Although he didn't know the other party's name, it did not hinder his concern and heartache: he was all his own comrades, excellent soldiers, and brothers who were as close as a family. Even if he didn't know him, as long as he was wearing this military uniform and was called the Eighth Route Army, he was his own brother!

In two or three steps, the artillery captain breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was blood around him.

Squat down, put his right index finger in front of the opponent's nose, and confirmed that he was still angry, the artillery squad leader relaxed a lot again: it seemed that he was still alive, probably because he was shocked.

"Comrade, how are you?"

He took off the small cannon shells that the other party was holding tightly, gently placed them aside, and then shook them while shouting. Seeing that they could not wake up, the artillery team leader pinched the other party's Renzhong hole.

Soon, the artillery soldier snorted in a long breath and slowly woke up.

"I... have my shell?"

The first sentence he said when he woke up was this, and the artillery squad leader's eyes instantly turned red: What a great comrade!

Then, before the team leader could speak, the other party continued to ask, "No explosion, right? Didn't you hurt the comrades? The position is fine? And..."

The artillery captain nodded firmly, but nodded gently and replied: "It's okay, it's okay. The small steel cannon shell you protected is very safe. I'll put it there, look."

Looking along the team leader's finger, the artillery laughed after seeing that the shells he protected were really good.

As he smiled, the artillery soldier probably wanted to stand up and touch the shell he had just protected, but when he reached out, he bared his teeth and took a breath, but the captain was so scared that he was so worried that he had not checked him carefully, and the other party had fatal injuries. He quickly asked, "Where is the injury? Let me see."

"Captain, my right shoulder hurts a little. Can you help me see?"

The captain helped the artillery to sit up, and then looked at the artillery's right shoulder from behind and frowned immediately. However, when facing the artillery again, he smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just a small shrapnel hit. If it's not deep, it's fine if you pull it out for you."

When the artillery soldier heard this, his originally worried look suddenly dropped, and his tone seemed much more relaxed: "It's fine. Captain, go and do your business, I'll help him."

"You'd better take a break?"

"It's okay!" The artillery soldier struggled to stand up, then walked to the shell, bent down, habitually stretched out his right hand to pick up the shell, but he bit his teeth tightly after the pain. After enduring the pain, he stretched out his left hand, held the shell in his arms, straightened up, looked at the captain's caring eyes beside him, and smiled: "Captain, you see, I can still fight!"

The captain was relieved: he was not afraid of being injured, but he was afraid of losing the spirit of daring to fight and fighting, and not being slightly injured but not falling off the line of fire.

"Okay, you guys are busy, I'll go and command." The captain explained with a smile: "The task must be completed immediately, and the sacrifices and efforts of the comrades cannot be wasted."

After nodding to him, the captain turned around and walked forward quickly, and asked loudly while walking: "Have you all been calibrated? If anyone wants to calibrate well, tell me immediately, otherwise if the gun is not hit by the target after the fire, it will be embarrassing."

What I got was that everything was well-molded... Of course, except for the small cannon on the far left.

But now I can't wait, and I have to fire immediately...
Chapter completed!