Lao Tzu is a Warlord

　　Penalty battalions were a feature of the Soviet Red Army.

　　It used to be called "Soviet dust".

　　They are either thieves or prisoners who have not served their sentence, or deserters on the battlefield, and political prisoners, etc. They come from a common force-the Soviet Red Army Correctional Battalion.

　　They are the death squads of the death squads, the cannon fodder of the cannon fodder!

　　Stalin once said that the dust of the Soviets is not to waste the food of the Soviets, but to serve as cannon fodder to wash away the crimes committed against the motherland.

　　Those who fled the battle, shaken the morale of the army and delayed the fighter plane, the army was organized into a punishment battalion.

　　Files show that civilians as well as high-ranking military officers were sent to correctional camps.

　　In order to facilitate management, especially to prevent people from escaping, the punishment force generally adopts a battalion-level organization. Each battalion has about 800 people, and each company has about 150-200 people.

　　During combat, punishment battalions are often interspersed among combat troops so that friendly troops can monitor them.

　　The combat tasks of the punishment battalion are basically the same as those of ordinary infantry units. The difference is that they are often sent to perform high-risk tasks such as reconnaissance and flank penetration. The rate is extremely high.

　　The Soviet Union has always circulated the saying that "people in the punishment camp can't live for 3¨¨months".

　　I heard the words "punishment camp".

　　Grovsky stood up suddenly, with a serious face, and shouted: "Great Soviet fighters, take up your courage, for the Soviet Union, for Stalin, Ulla!"

　　Facing the inhuman life in the punishment camp, he picked up the Jeggarev DP light machine gun and took the lead in charging towards the Jagged Army.

　　He would rather die in battle than go to the punishment camp to suffer and suffer, that is simply not a place for people to stay.

　　"Artillery, artillery! Attack me, don't save shells, our follow-up troops will arrive in the afternoon, throw all the shells on the yellow-skinned monkeys' positions, let them know that they are against our Great Soviet Red Army fate."

　　Commissar Marcus didn't think it was enough, he had rushed to the artillery position and ordered them to launch artillery attacks.

　　The 76.2 mm caliber field gun has been extinguished by the 120 cannon.

　　Political Commissar Marcus used the words "punishment battalion" to the artillerymen at every turn, causing the artillerymen to fire wildly without daring to delay at all.

　　I'm afraid that if one is not good, they will be sent to the punishment camp.

　　The 76.2 mm caliber field gun is extraordinary.

　　Instantly suppressed the 120 mm caliber mortar.

　　Soldiers on the ground began to look for bunkers, or avoid bullets in the anti-battery holes.

　　For a moment, the earth shook.

　　The 120 mortars constantly changed positions, firing with the 76.2 caliber field guns.

　　Ma Zhiqing's heart was bleeding. Several of his machine gun positions were knocked out, and everyone was killed, not even a single fragment was left.

　　The instant artillery attack killed at least one platoon of soldiers.

　　The artillery attack, plus the Soviets shooting from 400 meters away, took five to 10 minutes.

　　When the artillery stopped, the position was completely changed.

　　"Ula!"

　　As soon as the artillery stopped, countless Soviet soldiers began to charge. Except for the artillerymen and non-combatants, most of the people in a regiment pressed up.

　　"Brothers, hit me hard! Shoot these Soviet robbers to death!"

　　All general-purpose machine guns began to sweep up.

　　The sound of rattling filled the audience.

　　Semi-automatic rifles, no longer saving bullets, have reached the sound of submachine guns.

　　A row of Soviet devils fell down, and another row of Soviet devils rushed up, one after another.

　　However, they still can not break through the distance of 200 meters.

　　At 200 meters in front of the position, a zone of death was formed.

　　The distance is too close.

　　80 mortars, began to retreat, and extended the distance.

　　Now it is full of 60-level mortars beating there.

　　". Mother, don't tell me, you are not afraid of death, grandma, I don't believe it, you are not afraid of death, right, I let you not be afraid of death!"

　　Ma Zhiqing kept sweeping wildly with a general-purpose machine gun, and he didn't know how many people died under his machine gun, and he didn't know how many deputies around him were replaced.

　　These old men are indeed difficult to deal with, even more difficult than the little devils.

　　If it weren't for the many artillery and bullets on my side, I really wouldn't be able to take advantage of it.

　　However, the old man on the opposite side does not have a semi-automatic rifle, otherwise it is not yet known who will die!

　　The two sides were attacking and defending, frantically anxious, and it was already noon.

　　Lao Maozi launched a total of five attacks, all of which were repelled. It was really boring to fight.

　　So the crazy Marcus political commissar also calmed down, and had to accept the reality that the Jagged Army was a powerful regiment.

　　The great Soviet Red Army soldier was half worn out and had to stop to rest. (do Zhao Zhao)

　　There was a brief calm on the battlefield!

　　Ma Zhiqing sat on the ground and breathed heavily. This battle has already caused one-third of the casualties!

　　How many good men who fought all the way from the devils have confessed here.

　　"Damn it, didn't you say that the big troops will come at noon, why can't you even see ghosts!" Ma Zhiqing looked at some empty positions, and shouted: "Brothers, hurry up and check the weapons and ammunition, and prepare for the old man's attack!" An attack. All wounded brothers, carry them down, and leave seeds to build an army!"

　　Ma Zhiqiang quickly got up, shuttled through various positions, and encouraged the brothers.

　　"Camp, camp!"

　　A 17-year-old boy, carrying a semi-automatic rifle, approached Zhang Yongan.

　　"What are you doing?" Zhang Yongan wiped the sniper rifle in his hand and turned his head to look at him. .

Chapter 327 The Broken Old Maozi

　　"Hey, Ying Zuo, here you are!"

　　The little soldier took out a package from his arms, which was wrapped in oilcloth.

　　Then it was uncovered layer by layer, and there were ten large cigars lying inside.

　　"Cigar? Where did you get it from? Don't you steal it. Don't die!"

　　Zhang Yongan was shocked and almost threw the sniper rifle out.

　　He knew at a glance that this was a cigar produced in the Tietong District. Even if he was far away, he could still smell the faint taste of chocolate in the rolled tobacco leaves.

　　This kind of cigarettes can only be smoked by people above the head of the regiment, and they are supplied in a fixed amount every month. Apart from selling to other forces, they can't buy it if they want to.

　　Where did this kid come from?

　　"Ying Zuo, you forgot, the last time the army reorganized and fought, I got No. 1 in throwing grenades, and Shi Zuo personally gave me ten of these. I don't know how to smoke, and I kept them all the time."

　　The little soldier showed an innocent smile.

　　"Jia Xiaoyu, this is given to you by the teacher, it's not good for me to hold it."

　　Zhang Yongan shrugged his nose. Although he really wanted to smoke this cigar with a 070g force flavor, he couldn't smoke it in front of so many people.If someone sees it, you must ask where the cigar came from, and what will you say then?

　　Said it was from Jia Xiaoyu, who the hell is the letter, it's okay to give you this rare thing, what do you want to do?

　　But this thing is a good thing, and it would be a pity not to smoke it. Zhang Yongan rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Jia Xiaoyu, do you want to learn to smoke cigars? Look at how handsome our team leader is every time he smokes this. Have the temperament of a tycoon, do you want to learn? Let me teach you, come, come, one person, I will demonstrate, starting from lighting cigarettes, and then smoking this stuff."

　　Yep, another pure boy was led into the abyss by the strange uncle.

　　…………

　　After another hour, the Soviets began to attack again.

　　"Fire the gun!"

　　The 76.2 caliber field guns roared in the rear. This time they learned how to behave, and retreated the eight 76.2 caliber field guns to a distance of five kilometers, and shelled towards the front of the Jagged Army's battle formation.

　　Immediately afterwards, the 105 mortar and the 82 mortar fired one after another, and the intensive artillery fire quickly fell on Wang Mingxu's forward position.

　　Boom boom boom!

　　Dirt splashes.

　　Wang Mingxu was in the air-raid shelter, holding his head and daring not to come out.

　　To be precise, all the fighters in his battalion who were able to get into the air-raid shelter got into the air-raid shelter.

　　The cannon fire completely shelled half of the area and disappeared, and the sound of the cannon gradually became quieter.

　　"Ula!"

　　"Ula!"

　　……

　　The old Soviet Union started to charge again.

　　But this time...

　　Ma Zhiqing held the binoculars, with a face like cast iron, and shouted: "It's not rude to come and go, let's fire the cannon!"

　　Mortars of 120, 80, and 60 calibers began to explode, and landed on the heads of the charging Soviets.

　　The artillery fire here is more intensive. Just one round of artillery fire will blow up half of the Soviets who still have 700 people to attack.

　　Grovsky was a little bit overwhelmed. Why was the artillery fire from the yellow-skinned monkey on the opposite side so intense? One blow caused him heavy losses.

　　Looking at the Soviet Red Army soldiers in mourning, Grovsky took the lead in the charge with a Jaggarev DP light machine gun in his arms: "Get up for me, if you don't want to go to the punishment camp to live a miserable life, then charge me ! For Stalin, for the Soviet Union, for not going to a punishment camp, Ulla!"

　　His regiment is over, and there are 700 left in the artillery. However, he must take the lead in the charge, because he would rather die in battle (bcbi) than enter a punishment battalion.

　　Perhaps this time, it was the last charge in his life.

　　Damn political commissar, what the hell, he doesn't know anything about military affairs, but he has the supreme right to control the fate of his regiment leader.

　　Is Comrade Si/Dalin's brain flooded? Why should there be such an attachment!

　　This will destroy the entire USSR!