Following the sound, a hand holding two magazines of bullets was handed over.
"Monitor!"
Huang Dayou looked at the familiar face and the familiar row of big yellow teeth with mixed surprise.
The squad leader slapped him on the head again and said urgently: "Hurry up and reload, little Japan is coming up soon."
Only then did Huang Dayou come to his senses. He quickly removed the empty magazine from the machine gun and inserted the bullets handed over by the squad leader one by one.
As the hooves of the little Japanese cavalry began to be heard clearly, Huang Dayou stretched out his hand again, but there was no bullet.
"Squad leader, bullet."
"No, I only have these 10 bullets. They are my life-saving bullets. Whether I can save my life today depends on your idiot's shooting skills."
It turns out that this veteran oil squad leader had fought with Marshal Zhang for several years in the early years. In the old warlord melee, everyone was not rich, and a soldier could hold up to the sky with more than ten or twenty rounds of bullets. At that time, when he was still a small soldier, His squad leader was beaten to death by the opponent because he ran out of bullets in the end.
From then on, squad leader Huang Banya kept two magazines with 10 bullets hidden under his body no matter where he went. He would take them out and wipe them again and again when he had nothing to do. In his words, this was a life-saving talisman, even if he later changed into a charger. - gun, he still carefully preserved these 10 rounds of 7.92 mm bullets.
At this time, I have to praise the rationality and advancedness of the equipment of the 7th Brigade of the Northeast Army. The bullets for their Czech-made rifles and machine guns are universal, and they are all 7.92 mm pointed bullets. The original intention is to use all the weapons of the infantry squad. The bullets are versatile and convenient for supply and internal adjustment. In particular, most of the bullets carried by the infantry are actually prepared for machine gunners.
At this time, the squad infantry tactics of the 7th Brigade already revolved around machine guns and grenade launchers equipped for each squad. Even compared with the Japanese army, they were not far behind.
It is a pity that such a forward-looking elite force disappeared into history in such a cowardly and aggrieved way before they could shine on the battlefield due to the high-level non-resistance policy and the inaction of officers at all levels. In the long river.
Now let’s talk about the squad leader of Dahuang Ya. It’s not that he has the same idea as Huang Dayou and wants to fight the enemy, but that he has too much experience on the battlefield and knows that no matter how hard he runs, he can’t outrun the Japanese cavalry. Moreover, he can’t see the enemy under his command. The machine gunner who looks like a fool but has excellent marksmanship has a little bit of confidence. Anyway, it is a dead horse being treated as a living horse doctor. If these little devils are not killed, no one will survive.
That's why he ran to the hillside covertly when the machine gun sounded. As soon as he heard the shooting rhythm of the machine gun, he knew that it was his stupid guy who was shooting. This level of control over the rhythm of two-shot short bursts, Before he met Huang Dayou, he had not even heard of it, not to mention that he had never heard of it. Now, he is the only one in this family without a semicolon.
Huang Dayou was not too nervous when he heard that there were no bullets. He was just shooting the machine gun as a rifle, and it was a semi-automatic rifle. It was not like he had never shot a target before. His finger strength and triggering were difficult in the eyes of others. Cooperation is just that for him.
What's more, the distance now is not 400 meters. The Japanese army has approached almost 100 meters. When the squad leader saw that he didn't fire yet, his head was sweating. He mumbled: "Shoot! You should shoot." Gun!"
In fact, as a veteran, he also knows that he cannot affect a shooter's concentration at this time.
However, this is too scary, okay? These galloping war horses are too fierce, and the ferocious expressions on the faces of these Japanese soldiers are too penetrating. He is a veteran who has experienced the battlefield many times. My calves also started to tremble.
Huang Dayou didn't pay attention to the expressions of the Japanese soldiers, and he turned a deaf ear to the squad leader's orders. He was breathing slowly at this time, and the slight vibration on the ground only told him that the target had entered the optimal shooting range.
The sound of machine guns "ta... da... da" sounded again on this small slope. This time the shooting rhythm was no longer two bursts of short bursts, but a single shot, but the gap between each shot was still It's so compact.
Huang Dayou's smart fingers gently pulled the trigger that already carried his own body temperature, as if the Czech-made light machine gun had become a part of his body. In his calm breathing and heartbeat, bullets were fired one after another. The bullet flew out from the muzzle of the gun that was erupting with flames, and it was no difficulty for him to hit the moving target from a distance of 100 meters.
In the horrified eyes of squad leader Huang Banya, those Japanese cavalrymen who were so brave and fierce before were like scarecrows in the strong wind, flying off their horses and falling to the ground one by one.
And there is another person who is so horrified that his heart almost stops beating. He is the only surviving Japanese leader. He watched his loyal and brave men being shot down one by one like targets, but he was riding on horseback. But he could do nothing. His expression of utter despair made his livid face extremely distorted.
He knew that his own errors of judgment and arrogance had led to the destruction of a detachment of Imperial cavalry.
However, it is really not that the imperial army is incompetent, but that the enemy army is too cunning.
The Chinese machine gunner on the opposite side is so despicable. He obviously still has bullets, but you have to wait until close range before starting to shoot. This is quite contrary to the principles of tactics.
Shouldn't the machine gun start suppressing fire from a long distance? You Baga turned a machine gun into a rifle and shot it so accurately that you can't even believe it is true. You Baga don't follow martial ethics!
At this time, he was still the last forty meters away from the small slope.
His only hope now is to cross this short forty-meter distance before that man kills all his men, and let his saber stop the killing of this damned Chinese man.
In normal times, the distance of forty meters would be a breathing time for these well-trained cavalrymen of the Imperial Japanese Empire, but now it has become a gap between life and death.
He lowered his body, ignoring the care for the horse, and kept using his spurs to stimulate the horse to speed up. There were eye-catching blood stains on the horse's belly, and he shouted in his heart: "Accelerate, accelerate again."
Thirty meters...twenty meters, he suddenly straightened up and raised his gleaming saber high. Seeing that as long as his beloved horse crossed over with effort, he could cut this damn machine gunner in two.
"Da!", a gunshot sounded, and amidst the desperate screams of the Japanese leader Cao, a 7.92 mm bullet flying at a high speed of 744 meters per second hit his chest. The bullet passed through his chest with huge kinetic energy. The body spurted out with a ball of flesh and blood from his back. At the same time, his short body instantly broke away from the horse's back, and also temporarily broke away from gravity, drawing an unbeautiful arc in the air. Then he fell heavily to the ground.
