One after another, the Japanese troops crossed the trenches. Wang Xiaolin's submachine gun and Jia Laoer's shell gun fired alternately. In less than a minute, they were surrounded by Japanese corpses, but miraculously they did not. be damaged.
However, more Japanese troops swarmed in. Wang Xiaolin didn't know who else was alive except Jia Laoer. They could only stick to the small area where they were, not caring about the Japanese troops crossing over from the nearby trenches.
The screams of the Japanese soldiers and their own people kept coming, but around the position, the "click-click" sound of Jin-made Thompson submachine guns was still ringing.
The last heavy machine gun in the cannon platoon, which had been strafing before, has now stopped roaring.
This is a dangerous signal. Without the continuous firepower of heavy machine guns, it is impossible to stop the Japanese troops swarming like locusts with the existing firepower of the 1st company.
Because there were too many Japanese troops, Wang Xiaolin and Jia Laoer's alternate shooting could not always ensure that the bullets in their guns were not empty at the same time.
The key is that Jia Laoer's shell gun only has two spare magazines. Now that the bullets in the magazines have been used up, he has to load the gun one by one, and he dare not use force on his bandaged left hand. When loading, you can only hold the gun between your legs and load with your right hand.
Therefore, when Wang Xiaolin finished shooting the bullets in his gun, three more Japanese soldiers rushed to the edge of the trench howling.
They looked down at the two Chinese soldiers squatting on the ground in the trench, panicking and changing magazines. They all showed ferocious smiles and raised their rifles almost at the same time. The bright bayonets reflected the despair of Wang Xiaolin and Jia Laoer. face.
"Da da da……"
A wave of bullets fired like a gust of wind, screaming and passing through the bodies of the three Japanese soldiers standing on the trench. These Japanese soldiers twisted their bodies weirdly as if they were electrocuted, and countless blood was sprayed on them. Their bodies splashed out, like clusters of blooming flowers.
It turned out to be the platoon leader of the machine gun platoon who had been seriously injured. With the help of a soldier, he removed the tripod of the heavy machine gun whose tripod had been blown off before, and then directly removed the thick heat sink of the heavy machine gun. The canister was placed on a sandbag and fired from a high position at the densely packed shit-yellow figures that almost filled the first trench.
At the same time, several mortar shells followed, and more gunshots and shouts of death came from the third trench.
The main force of the 1st Battalion dispatched by Zhao Changshu arrived in time. Braving the extended Japanese artillery fire, they finally dug the communication trench with the 1st Company and arrived at the position at the critical moment.
At this time, the Japanese army was about to enter the third trench, and it was also the time when the Japanese army thought it was almost done and relaxed.
The three 80mm mortars of the 1st Battalion's mortar platoon fired first, followed by a rain of bullets sprayed by three Maxim heavy machine guns of the machine gun platoon.
The more than 300 soldiers of the 2nd and 3rd companies charged forward with assault rifles, while the riflemen looked for shooting positions on the spot to provide cover.
You must know that this defensive position deployed on the mountainside consists of three trenches arranged in a ladder along the mountain. The third highest trench is at least twenty or thirty meters higher than the first trench. The 2nd Company and 3rd Company Once the company's automatic firepower was discharged, the Japanese soldiers would jump into the trenches to escape, while others would be completely exposed to the fire net sprayed by more than a dozen light machine guns and hundreds of submachine guns.
At this time, the Japanese forward troops had rushed to a distance of less than 20 meters in front of the third trench. Both sides could even see the dirt and dust on each other's beards.
It has to be said that the fighting power of the little Japs is indeed tenacious. Under the violent blow, most of the Japs who had rushed to the front did not panic, nor did they hide and seek cover. They all knew that the fierce firepower on the opposite side was basically impossible. You won't be given a chance to adjust your formation.
They lay down on the spot or raised their guns and fired in an attempt to suppress the firepower of the Chinese army and find a glimmer of hope for the friendly forces behind them.
Therefore, at the foot of the Great Wall, which has witnessed countless history and vicissitudes of China, hundreds of soldiers from China and Japan played a close-range shooting game of death with their lives.
If you shoot me, I will shoot you.
Wrong, if you shoot me once, I will shoot you ten times.
A squad of the model brigade has no less than 5 newly-made Thompson submachine guns, 1 newly-made Czech light machine gun, and at least 3 or more Type 65 semi-automatic rifles, and the squad leader and deputy squad leader also have There were riflemen, each carrying a Jin-made shell gun on his waist.
This kind of squad firepower density, not to mention the lack of resources and the lack of resources, is not far behind the German army at the same time.
Therefore, when the Chinese army saw the madness and ferocity of the Japanese army, these Japanese bandits who had been looking down on the Chinese for decades also saw the bravery and... the firepower of the Chinese soldiers was too fierce.
Both sides were desperately pulling the triggers and shooting, and countless people fell almost every second.
However, when one Chinese soldier falls, several or a dozen of the little devils will fall.
This kind of close-range shooting does not depend on your marksmanship, nor on whether you are well-trained.
It depends on whether you are afraid of death and whether you dare to die.
Of course, the more important thing is whether your weapon is good or not, and whether it is powerful or not.
The result of the battle certainly proved that soldiers on both sides were not afraid of death, but the Chinese army's weapons were better and more powerful.
Because it only lasted a few minutes, most of the nearly two hundred Japanese who liked to use bolt-action rifles to play a 30-meter shooting death game with Chinese soldiers' machine guns, submachine guns, and semi-automatic rifles turned into corpses. and were about to turn into corpses, while most of the Chinese defenders in the trenches were still standing at full height.
At this time, Hattori Jiro, who had been holding a telescope at the foot of the mountain, his face could no longer be described as livid, but ashen.
While he ordered the firing of two green and white signal flares representing retreat, he also issued an order to the artillery brigade to shell the Chinese positions indiscriminately.
"But, Your Majesty Colonel, there are many of our imperial soldiers above..."
The artillery battalion captain's words were immediately rudely interrupted by Hattori Jiro.
"Inoue-kun, if you don't fire the cannon, the remaining hundreds of imperial warriors will never come back."
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After Wang Xiaolin used his submachine gun to kill several Japanese soldiers who jumped into the trench, he found that he had no spare magazine. He quickly picked up the semi-automatic rifle that Jia Laoer had thrown on the ground, and reached out to Jia Laoer. He went to take out the magazine and accidentally touched Jia Laoer's left arm, which made him grin and curse in pain.
"Xiao Lin, you can't be gentler, it hurts me to death."
