This is a large-caliber shell, and the impact point is nearby. If the shell hits their bunker, it will definitely be able to break the concrete slab on the top of the bunker and turn them into pieces. Even if it falls next to the bunker and is close to the explosion point, the powerful shock wave will make the bunker people dirty, shatter and vomit blood and die.
There is very little time to think, and there is no time to ask the emperor, Buddha and bodhisattva to bless. The shells have fallen.
Zhang Yiping quickly held his head on his face and covered his ears. In his heart, he took a deep breath and secretly transported gas according to the breathing method of Gun King Tong.
After the earth-shattering explosion, the bunker was in chaos, and the air was full of bitter taste of nitrosulfonic acid. Nothing was heard in the ear except buzzing, and the world seemed to have stopped.
I can’t hear the sound, but I can feel the gravel crashing down. The shells blew up the earth and stone and buried the bunker. The whole bunker almost collapsed, and the top concrete slab was pressed only one meter above the ground.
It was about half an hour before Zhang Yiping recovered and cried, "Vicke Wang, Tugen … how are you? Response 1 "
Bunker at this time to send out a series of cough.
"I’m fine" is a root sound.
"I’m fine …" This is Vicke Wang’s answer.
Everyone is all right. Zhang Yiping is relieved that he is in the bunker, and Zhang Yiping can’t consider so much.
"You can’t die like this. You have to thank the Bodhisattva …"
"Come on, Bodhisattva, where can you manage so much? Go back and find a better woman from a coin. You’ll be surprised when you eat some milk …"
"My ears are still buzzing …"
There was a tinkling sound. Someone shoveled the rubble outside the bunker and moved stones to dig out the exit of the bunker.
A lieutenant first came in from the outside. As soon as he came in, he asked, "Is there anyone inside?"
Lieutenant’s words are like giving everyone a sedative. He tells everyone the fact that we are saved!
"What words are always not people?" Tugen was impatient and got out first. The lieutenant was stunned. He obviously didn’t know there were so many China people in it.
Zhang Yiping also emerged and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Thanks, brother."
"Commander-in-Chief, how can you be buried here … ah, no, no, no,no. Commander-in-Chief, how can you be buried?" Lieutenant said.
"Yeah, how could I be buried? I just saw an English ghost who suddenly turned into a rat poison, so I made seventy-two changes and pursued it and finally killed it here. I was just about to go out, but you dug an exit and saved my strength, but thank you anyway, brother … "The lieutenant was startled and Zhang Yiping walked quickly.
"Seventy-two changes. Isn’t that the Monkey King?" Liu Yamin said.
"No matter how much he changes, if only he could conjure up a pie now!" Tugen said, "I was dying myself just now, so I really want to eat now."
"I almost threw up just now because of that gun shock. Can you remember to ask for something to eat?"
"It will be better to have something to eat," Tugen said.
The shelling continued, but there were many fewer shells nearby. More artillery positions on both sides were bombarded, and the trajectory of artillery shells shuttled back and forth in the sky. Occasionally, some star shells fell and exploded next to them, but it was much better than before.
"I wonder why the British have so many cannons? And that’s why they came? " Tugen asked, but no one seemed to know the answer.
There is a green space in front of it, which should be a park square, but it has been dug into deep trenches. After continuous and persistent heavy bombing by the British army, this green space has been riddled with holes.
In a trench, in an artillery hole, it seems that a German soldier of 16 or 17 years old kept shaking and shaking, his teeth rattled, and his hands kept opening and closing. His eyes turned uneasily, frantically and rapidly.
"This guy is posing, right? Don’t dye it for others." Zhang Yiping asked strangely.
Vicke Wang, however, said, "This is not a show-off. I’ve seen this kind of thing many times. Our 16th Division’s newly recruited Ermao auxiliary soldiers often meet such people. This is because they are afraid that if they pass the head portrait, they will be as incurable as epilepsy!" Vicke Wang said and shook his head and continued, "Like this continuous and persistent heavy shelling, some recruits can’t bear the heavy shelling of the US troops in Tours. It’s not as strong as it is today. Among those auxiliary soldiers, they almost collapsed on the spot, crying and urinating. It’s better to try to restrain themselves. It’s natural and normal to look outside, but their hearts are equally afraid that when this restraint reaches a critical point, they will completely collapse."
Look at this young man in Germany. He is sweating, his eyes suddenly shine strangely and suddenly dim like a mad dog. His mood changes very frequently.
"There are cowards among German soldiers … this really disappoints me!" Zhang Yiping said.
By this time, the soldier had changed. He jumped up and rushed out, shouting.
"He’s crazy. Hold him down!" Vicke Wang told a China sergeant next to him that he was the squad leader of these soldiers.
The sergeant shook his head and said, "Fear is a medicine, sir, and people like this won’t live long."
"Sir, I know the German words’ Rush, Kill, Come Back, Go Out’, but I can’t communicate with them," said the sergeant. "I can’t leave things to chance if they can solve them by themselves!"
Zhang Yiping frowned slightly. After this round of patrol, he found that the foreign corps was not as good as he imagined, and the most important one was the language problem. Monitor China and German soldiers often failed to play their due combat effectiveness in their own battles, and the military quality of German soldiers was not as strong as he imagined. They also had fear of death and various problems.
Next to a few German veterans rushed to arrest the young soldier and press the ditch mud.
The young soldier struggled and shouted. He was crazy, fighting and making noise, foaming at the mouth and shouting nonsense.
"This kind of person wants to go out desperately. If he stays inside, he will be killed by artillery, but once he goes out, he will run around regardless of anything. If he is likely to run to the enemy and be killed by the enemy," Vicke Wang said.
The young soldier kept rolling his eyes like epilepsy.
It seems that Zhang Yiping gave them an idea without recruiting them. French said, "Give him a good meal! It’s a shame to wake him up. I think he’s shy. "
The German veteran listened to Zhang Yiping’s suggestion and really beat him up quickly and ruthlessly. The young soldier gradually became quiet and sat with his back against the wall.
"Sir, your method is really effective. It seems that little Peter should be able to be quiet." A German veteran of 30 years told Zhang Yiping in French that he was sloppy and fluffy, with some white eggs sticking to his face.
"I’m Frank! Sir, when the veteran caught Zhang Yiping, he chatted. Zhang Yiping also wanted to listen to the opinions of German grass-roots soldiers and ask them what advice they had for the foreign corps
"Sir, squad leader China is brave in fighting and outstanding in marksmanship. Let him be our squad leader. We have no opinion. Besides, we have no opinion even more when our salary is won by the Central Committee."
"But, sir, the rank of squad leader China is sergeant and my rank is sergeant. There are even lieutenants among us. This is not in line with the middle rank of the army, sir!" Frank said that obviously he has a little complaint about this, and Zhang Yiping also knows that the army has always been hierarchical. If the rank of soldiers is higher than that of the squad leader, it will definitely bring chaos to management.
When the Foreign Corps was established, there were some special reasons. At first, these German soldiers were rescued by the China League, and the prisoners of war were not necessarily superior to them. Later, the Foreign Corps expanded a lot of personnel, and these personnel were directly transferred from the alliance team. However, it was a bit out of date for Zhang Yiping to follow the original method of managing prisoners of war soldiers
"So what do you suggest? Frank "Zhang Yiping asked sincerely.
"Monitor China’s marksmanship is very good, so let them be our marksmanship instructors. The management of the troops will be carried out by German officers. Because the squad leader’s soldiers can’t speak the language, there will often be problems in the communication battle."
Military management is not a bad way, but it is also feasible to control an army through consultants and instructors, but the problem is that marksmanship cannot be awarded to German soldiers.
"To learn China marksmanship, first of all, everyone must be able to hold his breath for ten minutes," Zhang Yiping said.
"We all know this. Maybe it’s us white people. You China people have different body structures. You can easily do it, but we white people rarely spend more than three minutes, let alone ten minutes."
"I don’t think we need to practice magic marksmanship like you. We just need to make progress."
What Frank said broadened Zhang Yiping’s thinking.
Maybe we should come up with another set of standard marksmanship training methods and publish it as "The Gun King Series", so that those who think about "The Gun King Series" all day can break their voyeuristic mind, and we can also use this set of things to train foreign soldiers to get along well with China soldiers through this kind of control.
Chapter 41 The Battle of Orleans (60)
Of course, this is an idea in Zhang Yiping, and whether it is feasible in the end remains to be discussed.
The number of troops is ultimately the biggest obstacle to the development of China’s Communist Youth League in Europe. Zhang Yiping already has a plan in mind, that is, after Germany was defeated and German society broke out because of war, it could accept the troops of Germany or its allies.
However, once the number of these allied teams exceeds that of the Chinese League, how can they manage them? Improving their combat effectiveness is a problem that Zhang Yiping has been thinking about.
Moreover, among these allied soldiers, the Germans, Austro-Hungarian Empire and people from other countries are different. The German team is more dedicated but arrogant. It may be counterproductive to call them "auxiliary soldiers and twenty cents" if they are managed like the Hungarian infantry in the 16th Division.
What Zhang Yiping wants to go to the front to understand the situation of foreign corps is truly reflected because of the contradictions in real combat; There is also a solution to the problem that can only be seen in real combat.
A shell suddenly exploded around, and the conversation between Zhang Yiping and Frank was interrupted.
Just quiet, little Peter turned pale again. It seems that it was a waste to beat him just now. It doesn’t mean that when the cannon rang, he became "epilepsy crazy" again
According to experience, it is impossible for shells to come one after another, and the shells will come one after another. Sure enough, a shell roared with fire and directly hit the marble floor tile in the square in front of the trench. It was lifted and thrown into the sky. The trench didn’t hit anyone, but there was still a shaking in the anti-gun hole. The top soil was going to fall off, and the strong smoke was blowing in from the outside, which was very choking.
The artillery fire is dense again, and it is earth-shattering like a raging wave. The earth keeps shaking and large pieces of mud fall from the top of the anti-gun cave.
The air in the blast hole suddenly became cramped and depressing, and everyone in it was almost nervous, and I felt like I was in a grave where sand was about to be buried.
This chaotic situation made little Peter "epilepsy crazy" completely. This time, he simply climbed to the side of the collapsed ditch. Frank hurried to pull his feet, but he didn’t pull him. Little Peter had rushed out of the ditch.
A sudden scream came rushing from the side from far to near, whether it was in the ditch or in the anti-gun hole, and everyone rushed to the ground.
After the cannon shot, the smoke filled the ditch. Zhang Yiping looked up and found that the shell fragments on the side of the ditch were still braving smoke, flesh and blood, and the torn army was everywhere, and it fell off with broken legs and feet beside Frank.
These are little Peter’s shoes and his broken foot. Old Frank was a little sad at once, but it could be limited to a little.
"Poor boy!" Frank said gloomily, "He has just been sent here directly from the recruitment of new soldiers. For him, it is really unbearable, especially the long-lasting heavy artillery fire. Even many veterans are in tourist trap."
Not far from here, another soldier rushed out of the narrow anti-gun hole as if he were like a mad ram, slamming his head against the wall. Next to him, Monitor China rushed out, raised the butt of his gun and simply gave him a hand. He fainted and lay flat in the morning ditch. It is strange that no one came out. This is afraid of being a fool.
Zhang Yiping smiled slightly. Not every monitor in China can’t help it. This is good for German soldiers.
Then the shelling suddenly became denser and denser, and the explosion hit people’s hearts, making them feel like they were in a boiling boiler and it was hit hard all around.
Zhang Yiping sat in the trench with his back against the wall. He didn’t want to get into the narrow gun hole that made people feel extremely depressed. He found that his face was anxious, panicked and numb in the gun hole with his head down. Their feelings were very obvious. They were stupefied and kept shaking. They were left with a skin in their hearts, but they were greatly depressed and restrained. This fear would erupt at any time like little Peter.
One soldier finally couldn’t bear the explosion and roared to vent his panic.
A man gritted his teeth and muttered to himself as if he kept comforting himself. There was a man who kept crossing his chest and kept praying. God bless and let everything go, let everything end and let us be safe 2.
The explosion rolled past like thunder. The explosion stopped nearby, but the shelling continued behind, but it was finally safe for this trench for the time being.