Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

The Japanese regiment commander's roar resounded through the battlefield like thunder, and his "Baga!" was filled with anger and helplessness at the out-of-control situation.

"Increase the intensity of artillery fire! Let the Yellow Shoe Army speed up digging and do not retreat!" Although the order was harsh, it could not hide the feeling of powerlessness within.

Every step he carefully planned seemed to be countered by his opponent in a more subtle way.

It seems that if you can think of a hundred solutions, the other party can come up with a hundred and one solutions to resolve them.

The Japanese staff officer quietly approached the commander and whispered, "Your Excellency, the Yellow Shoes have been digging for three hours at the risk of being shot, with more than 500 casualties. Their morale is low. If we force them to move forward, it may cause internal unrest and mutiny."

Although the voice was soft, every word was heavy and struck the captain's heart directly.

Upon hearing this, the wing commander frowned and his eyes met with those of the staff officer in the air. There was a tacit understanding that did not require any words.

After a moment of silence, it nodded heavily, as if it had made a difficult decision: "Send supplies immediately to ensure the basic survival needs of the soldiers;

At the same time, a small team of engineers was drawn from the large plaster locust army to strengthen the excavation force.

In addition, we must take measures to protect them and immediately organize people to make protective steel plates. If resources are insufficient, wooden boards can also be used as an emergency measure to cover the top of the trenches to reduce the threat of enemy heavy machine guns. "

"Ha Yi!" The staff officer responded.

It turned around quickly, summoned a messenger, and conveyed the commander's order word for word.

"Your Excellency, Captain, should we report the battle situation to our superiors?" the staff officer continued to ask.

The wing commander thought silently for a while, then waved his hand to signal his staff to do it.

When he first arrived here, the captain's idea was to quickly capture this material transfer station and seize the materials inside. In this way, he would have made a great contribution!

Only after the real fight did we realize: this is a tough nut to crack.

As casualties mounted, the commander of the regiment lost hope in capturing supplies. Now, he even began to hope not to be punished.

The captain of the corps even thought about giving up this place and preserving his strength.

But this is an inconspicuous stronghold of the enemy that is isolated and helpless. If even this cannot be conquered, then the entire Great Plaster Empire might as well withdraw its troops and return home early to avoid embarrassment here.

When he was undecided, the brigade commander affirmed the staff officer's opinion: ask his superiors for instructions.

The messenger took the order and left in a hurry.

As the roar of artillery fire over the battlefield intensified, every loud noise struck the hearts of our soldiers like a hammer.

Although the machine gunners were well-trained, they were inevitably disturbed to varying degrees under such intensive artillery fire.

Their eyes showed determination for victory but also worry about unknown dangers.

Although it is difficult for a shell to hit the firing hole directly, it is still a concern; and the deafening explosion and flying debris are enough to send chills down the heart of any shooter, and each pull of the trigger seems more severe.

Beyond shooting is a test of the shooter's skills and mental qualities, and now, it is even more difficult to carry out in such a harsh environment.

Inside the bunker, the roar of heavy machine guns and the roar of artillery shells intertwined to form a suffocating sound wave, constantly impacting the shooters' psychological defenses, making them more irritable and their shooting accuracy greatly reduced.

Just when the situation seemed to be at a stalemate, a more severe challenge quietly emerged - the enemy took new defensive measures.

The yellow-shoe soldiers who were busy digging had thick steel plates covering their heads, as if they had built an indestructible barrier for them.

Even if the bullets from the heavy machine guns rushed forward under the pull of gravity, their power was greatly attenuated in the process of passing through the air, making it difficult to penetrate these cold steel shields.

Faced with this sudden change, Zhao Gang frowned. He knew that traditional tactics were no longer effective and more decisive measures had to be taken.

So he decisively ordered: "Stop shooting and use anti-tank missiles instead."

Our army's anti-tank missiles, as the main anti-armor weapon, have powerful penetrating power enough to scare any armored vehicle.

Faced with a steel plate only half a centimeter thick, they are like sharp daggers that can easily tear open cracks in the defense.

More importantly, these missiles have a unique flight trajectory, which allows them to first climb upwards and then almost vertically attack the target's top armor, which is often the most vulnerable part of the tank.

In addition, the soft launch technology used by anti-tank missiles provides great convenience for indoor combat.

Even in a small space, the missile can be launched smoothly and hit the enemy directly without worrying about the powerful tail flame without recoil.

However, behind the dawn of victory there are hidden worries - the number of missiles in the material transfer station is limited, only 500.

Moreover, we can’t just say “use up all the shells, I won’t fight!” Otherwise, if the Japanese send in a batch of armored vehicles, we will be in trouble!

At present, our army's anti-tank missiles are divided into two types:

One has a long range, reaching an astonishing 50 kilometers. However, the operation and control are extremely complicated, requiring the assistance of drones, and the hit rate is not high;

The other is a short-range anti-tank missile that looks inconspicuous but is actually very powerful.

Although their range is only about four kilometers and their effective strike range is reduced to less than two kilometers, in actual combat, they stand out with their simplicity and ease of operation.

Once the target is locked, the soldiers only need to press the launch button lightly, and the missile will automatically track the target until it is destroyed.

This "fire and forget" combat mode greatly improves combat efficiency and allows soldiers to focus more on other tasks on the battlefield.

Of course, it is more suitable for the current cultural level of soldiers.

In this era when the operation of cutting-edge weapons basically requires genius, this type of short-range anti-tank missile is equipped more frequently.

Although Minister Yang and Li Yunlong both knew that their exchange prices were the same.

"Quick, bring up the anti-tank missiles!"

crunch, crunch...

A round alloy window was quickly opened, and the soldiers fixed the anti-tank missiles on the rack in front of the window.

Turn on the power, find and identify the target, and lock the target, all in one go.

"beat!"

As the commander gave orders, the soldiers pressed the buttons one after another.

Bang, whoosh, snap! A series of loud noises broke the tranquility of the night sky. The anti-tank missiles pierced the sky like arrows from a bow and headed straight for the enemy's dug-in position.

After the missile was ignited, it first leaped upward, reached a height of 500 meters, and then dived down rapidly from the altitude, directly hitting the place where yellow smoke was coming out of the enemy position.

The steel plates on the enemy's positions were shattered by the impact of missiles, and were as vulnerable as pieces of paper.

The Yellow Shoe Army under the steel plates panicked at the sudden attack and suffered heavy casualties.

The wailing sounds were not just groans of pain, but also cries of despair from the depths of the soul. They intertwined together, rising and falling like the tide, penetrating the hustle and bustle of the battlefield and soaring into the sky.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, along with falling bodies. Yellow shoe shadows flashed in the chaos, but they could no longer be condensed into the so-called "military might" that was once there.

A moment later, the Yellow Shoes Army ignored the threats from the supervision team and fled to the rear crying.

Faced with the Yellow Shoe Army's desperate escape, the members of the supervision team also began to waver.

Finally, when an irresistible wave of panic swept over them, they had no choice but to give up their insistence on discipline and began to follow the crowd, fleeing hastily to the rear.

If we don’t escape now, it will be disastrous. Didn’t you see that the Yellow Shoe Army behind us has become extremely crazy driven by despair?

There was a beast-like red light flashing in their eyes, and they were holding a variety of tools in their hands, especially the wielding shovels, which looked particularly ferocious in the dim light.

They seemed to have lost their minds, considering the Supervisory Team as equally hateful enemies, and were ready to use all means to protect themselves, even if it meant perishing together with the Supervisory Team.

The PLA on the other side is too powerful, far more formidable than the supervision team behind them. If they fight the supervision team, they may still have a chance to survive.

"Stop, stop, stop!" After firing a hundred anti-tank missiles, Zhao Gang called a halt to the anti-tank missile attack.

There were not many missiles, so we had to use them sparingly. Besides, the enemy had already fled, so our goal had been achieved.

In fact, 500 missiles are considered a lot, but Zhao Gang has recently developed a fear of "insufficient missiles" and still feels uneasy about keeping 400 missiles.

The yellow-shoe army on the construction site was repelled, but greater danger followed.