The group parted ways.
Apu stayed at the front of the air-raid shelter as a feint, while Gu Ji and the others chose to go around from the side.
They barely managed to avoid the sentries' surveillance.
Upon reaching the designated location, Gu Ji observed again with his binoculars.
At this mont, they were hiding behind two olive trees and so bushes, roughly 40 ters from the sentry tower and 35 ters from the machine gun post.
Gu Ji clutched his rifle. He had just changed weapons and hadn't fired a shot yet, which ant he had no feel for the gun, nowhere near the confidence he had before with the Mauser 98K.
"Which of you has good marksmanship and can take out the sentry?"
Ler and Eugen exchanged a glance, neither speaking up, while Felix shrugged his shoulders, indicating he was just a pilot, not an infantryman.
In the end, Luca raised his gun.
"I'll do it."
"Once the lieutenant's shot rings out and the Fog Army soldiers are drawn to Apu, wait for my command to charge. Primary objective: seize the machine gun post. Stick to necessary communication only during the operation, and ensure position reports are accurate, understood?"
"Understood!"
Ler and Eugen were already quite familiar with this tactical process, having coordinated with Gu Ji many tis.
Luca switched the selector to single-shot mode, resting the brown wooden stock against his shoulder, and through the tal sights, he aid at the sniper atop the sentry tower.
He took a half-breath in.
Bang—!
A spray of blood erupted as the bullet struck the Fog Army sniper in the chest.
"Enemy attack!"
The soldiers below the sentry tower were the first to react, shouting loudly and raising their rifles to fire back. Suddenly, many soldiers startled like frightened rabbits, raised their rifles and Sten submachine guns, turning over and shooting.
anwhile, the soldiers at the machine gun post rotated the anti-aircraft machine gun mounts, frantically pulling the triggers. The barrage of high-speed machine gun fire tore through the olive tree bark in an instant, sending wood chips and shredded grass flying everywhere.
The four of them lay flat on the ground, too intimidated to raise their heads.
Eugen gritting his teeth in the suppressive fire, shouted angrily.
"Damned Apu, why hasn't he acted yet? Could he have fled in fear? Traitor!!"
Just as he finished speaking.
Bang—!
Amid the chaotic crossfire, a shot from a Mauser rifle echoed as a Fog Army soldier took a bullet and fell to the ground.
"Enemies on the right too!!"
Soone shouted hoarsely, and in an instant, seven or eight soldiers adjusted their aim.
Feeling the pressure easing, they began to crouch and stand up.
Out of the jungle in front of the air-raid shelter, a small figure burst forth, shouting "Long live the Hans Empire! Ahh!!"
In that mont.
A fire dragon over thirty ters long spewed from his flathrower, engulfing and igniting the nearest soldiers.
The red glow from the fire under the dim sunset reflected on Apu's face, vividly highlighting his contrasting frailty and frenzy.
Screams, burning, cries for help.
All the chaotic sounds twisted in the blaze, exponentially magnifying the fear and tension in the hearts of the Fog Army soldiers.
"Charge the periter!!"
Gu Ji took the lead, his figure darting out of the woods like a flash, raising his STG44 rifle for precise shots at two enemy soldiers directly ahead.
Thud, thud.
"Two killed! Everyone in the rear follow up, advance in a triangle formation, suppress with submachine gun fire!"
"Roger that!"
Upon hearing Gu Ji's stream of orders, Ler was the first to respond, his submachine gun instinctively joining him in the sweep.
At first, Luca and Felix didn't imdiately react.
But considering one was an elite tank commander and the other a pilot, they quickly adapted, moving to align behind Gu Ji.
The entire team in a triangular formation swiftly closed in on the air-raid shelter.
The whooshing sound of bullets whizzed over Gu Ji's head.
Yet in that mont, adrenaline surged through him, his eyes turning bloodshot as his central nervous system reactions nearly surpassed their limits; his hips twisting constantly, angles shifting left and right, rapid precision shots raining down like a tiger amidst a sheepfold, unstoppable.
"Killed! Watch the advance!!"
"Right front! Nurous enemies approaching!"
"Lieutenant, support the right front! Eugen, prepare to take over, cover toward the machine gun post, watch your ammo!!"
Upon Ler's warning, Gu Ji instructed Luca to move.
As Eugen passed his position and line of sight, holding the front pressure for a mont, he released his right hand, retrieved a stick-like M43 grenade from his waist, bit off the fuse, and hurled it towards the machine gun post.
Never underestimate this old-style stick grenade carried over from World War I.
Thanks to the lever principle, any slightly trained soldier could throw it with both distance and accuracy; in a standing throw, at least 30-50 ters, unmatched by other grenades.
Filled with 100 grams of TNT, its incredible power led many Hans Army soldiers to bind M43s together to form cluster bombs to destroy enemy tanks.
During World War II, most soldiers still followed commanders in the frontline battlefield marching mode, rarely encountering such small-scale rapid-response combat.
From the mont Apu acted to disperse their forces, it was evident their formation had broken, unable to withstand Gu Ji's rapid precise incursion.
"Look out for the grenade!!"
A Fog Army soldier yelled.
The face of the soldier at the machine gun post changed dramatically, abandoning the anti-aircraft gun in his hands and imdiately diving away.
Bang—!
The deafening explosion echoed in the spacious entrance of the air-raid shelter. As the Fog Army, hiding and ducking, prepared to rise, thud, thud, they were shot in their backs by Gu Ji.
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