"Old Dai, I was just about to look for you. What, you've changed your mind?"

Chen Li picked up the communicator and spoke in a low, buzzing voice.

"What do I regret? Hey, Company Commander Chen, you don't actually think I borrowed your gun, do you?"

Dai Hongliang, on the other end of the communicator, was clearly displeased and retorted:

"Don't worry, I don't even want those 20 broken machine guns in your 35th Company!"

"Hey, you old Dai, you're still looking down on this crappy machine gun? Let me tell you, this time when we're doing a positional ambush, heavy machine guns are treasures!"

Chen Li, of course, was not to be outdone and immediately retorted.

The two came from the same military unit in their early years and then went to the United States to make a living. Later, in order to survive better, they joined the Big Circle Gang.

After being incorporated into the Big Circle Gang, they are now working under the Dragon Gang.

Although they like to bicker, they are as close as brothers.

Both of them had crawled out of piles of corpses on the battlefield. When it came to matters of war, they only talked about reason and would not compromise for the sake of brotherhood.

"Hey Lao Dai, your 38th Company only has two heavy machine guns and three light machine guns in total. How are you going to fight this kind of positional warfare?"

Chen Li put aside his arguing mood and analyzed the situation seriously:

"Dig more trenches is a good idea; it allows for timely repositioning of firing points and protection against continuous enemy artillery bombardment. However, without heavy machine guns, I think things are quite risky..."

"Speak, what do you want to discuss with me this time? Let me make this clear first, you're not borrowing a gun!"

"Look at you! Who cares about your crappy heavy machine guns?" Dai Hongliang's voice rose considerably with excitement. "I'm here to talk to you about something else."

"What is it? Tell me."

"I was thinking about how to maximize the power of the 107mm rocket launcher, so I set up a rocket artillery position on the hillside of the reverse slope of the position."

"Well done, Lao Dai. You've got some skills. You secretly planned to pull this off. But are you planning to use a rocket launcher to blow people up? Isn't that a bit of a waste?"

"How could that be? A good knife should be used where it's useful. Old Chen, let me ask you, how much do you know about the battalion-level organization of the Marine Corps?"

"This... I don't quite understand."

“I have done my research, and one of their battalions consists of about 900 to 1,000 people.”

Dai Hongliang said in a deep voice, seemingly having put a lot of thought into it:

"The main organization consists of three infantry companies, each with 200 men, equipped with rifles, light and heavy machine guns and other weapons."

"A weapons company, about 250 people, normally has 16 heavy mortars, 24 light mortars, and three anti-tank missile squads."

"In addition, one to three sniper teams will be deployed depending on the needs of different battlefields."

"In addition, battalion-level units usually have independent logistics, medical, intelligence, and communications units, which number about 150 people."

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Chen Li, who was crouching in the trench bunker, opened his mouth wide.

Holy crap!

Old Dai is quite the expert; he had done his homework long ago.

I was just making sarcastic remarks to him a moment ago.

Damn it, that big bad wolf!

"Company Commander Chen, don't be too surprised. The intelligence department at the base has all this information. Just ask around and someone will tell you."

Holy crap!

You're killing me by hurting my spirit!

Isn't this blatantly saying that I, Chen Li, don't value intelligence and don't use my brain when fighting?

No way, I'll admit defeat this round, but once the ambush begins, the 35th Company absolutely cannot back down!!!

"Ahem... Well... Old Dai, if the 41st Battalion has more than 800 combat personnel and such complete equipment, it can be considered a tough nut to crack."

Chen Li coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment:

"They even have heavy mortars and man-portable missiles? Tell me, what do you need my 35th Company for?"

"Old Chen, it's very simple. Once the ambush begins, I want your 35th Company's machine gun position to fire first."

"Sure, Lao Dai, you want to use our 35th Company as bait to lure out enemy mortars?"

"Hey, forget about bait, it's all for the sake of victory... Your heavy machine guns have strong firepower, they'll definitely expose the enemy's artillery coordinates."

"Then, the 107th Regiment hidden on the slope by your 38th Company can come in very handy?"

"Yeah, that makes sense! Hehe..."

Chen Li was speechless for a moment. It turned out that his 20 heavy machine guns, which he thought were so powerful, were going to become the wedding dress for 12 Type 107 rocket launchers.

no.

This matter... seems to have taken a turn for the worse?

"What's wrong, Company Commander Chen? Do you feel wronged?"

Dai Hongliang knew his brother's personality; on the surface, he was competitive, but he always put the big picture first when it mattered most.

"What are you saying? You're underestimating my 35-team squad, aren't you? Isn't it all for victory?"

Chen Li wasn't petty, and immediately understood Dai Hongliang's tactical intentions:

"Do it your way! I refuse to believe it! If we take out those American devils' mortars, what can they do against my heavy machine gun formation? Humph!"

"However... there's one detail that needs to be changed."

Dai Hongliang felt relieved and quickly asked, "Company Commander Chen, please speak."

"In the first wave of resistance, I can't deploy all the heavy machine guns. What if they all get blown up?"

"Let's put in half first... no, at most eight, um... actually, six is ​​enough..."

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