The Japanese lay on the ground and exchanged fire with the soldiers of the Second Company in the trenches. No matter how good their tactics were and how they tried to hide and conceal themselves, the disadvantages of the terrain could not be overcome. The Japanese would definitely suffer a loss and had to be shot.
The distance between the two sides was very close, and the Japanese were not stupid. More than twenty grenades were thrown over again. This time they were thrown in front of the trench pile. The battlefield was blocked, and white smoke came out of several of them.
Several grenades were thrown into the trenches. The round grenades rolled under the feet of the Second Company soldiers. Several Second Company soldiers who had been staying in the trenches were running back and forth in the trenches. Their task was simple: to throw the grenades into the trenches with their feet. The grenade inside was kicked into the sloping anti-gun hole.
In the afternoon, I heard from the company commander that Japanese grenades will not explode as soon as they are thrown in. There is usually a delay of two or three seconds. As long as you can overcome your fear, you can either kick the grenade into a bomb hole or hide in the bomb hole yourself, and you will be fine.
We practiced after lunch. In order to kick those stones, several soldiers kicked their toenails open.
It is impossible for the Japanese to delay the grenade at such a close distance.
In just two seconds, most of the grenades that fell into the trench were kicked into the bomb shelter. The ones that were not kicked were because of the distance. Even so, several soldiers of the Second Company in the trench were still knocked over by the shock wave.
When Hu Yi went to the northern trenches to look for Li Xiang at noon, he discovered the problem. The trenches of the Second Company were dug straight, exactly like Gao Yidao. They were just trenches without even a basic bend, let alone a ninety-degree bend. Right-angled bends, bulletproof pits, bulletproof pits, and forward shooting positions, the excavated piles of soil are not compacted.
It's still shallow, probably to make it easier to climb out and charge.
This is purely a hole dug for oneself to bury easily.
If the Japanese threw a grenade in, it would be completely blown up. Hu Yi walked around in the trench to the east of the Second Company with a black line, and it was exactly the same.
After giving Gao Yidao a few words, Gao Yidao was not stupid. He held it back and finally lost his words.
In a hurry, he asked the soldiers of the second company to deepen the trenches and dig pits. It was not a big workload, but it was decent. They dug bomb shelters and anti-cannon holes five or six meters apart, and advanced forward. Shooting position.
If it had not been changed, this wave of Japanese grenades would have wiped out half of the second company soldiers on the northern front, but now only a few were injured.
The machine gunner next to Gao Yidao was shot again. The bullet hit his head and fell to the ground.
Gao Yidao didn't give in. He picked up the machine gun and imitated Hu Yi's stance and started firing. He was quite powerful and was out of stock after two bullets. He quickly lowered his head, and a few bullets flew past his scalp. Lift the rifle next to you and start shooting, 38 big cover,
He threw the machine gun to the temporary machine gun sub-shooter who was standing nearby. The deputy shooter looked confused, took the machine gun, and muttered: "Press the machine gun, pull the magazine, load the magazine, pull the bolt, pull the continuous fire, aim left... .."
I remember the formula very smoothly, I straightened the gun, and just as I put my finger on the trigger, a sinister bullet penetrated the center of my eyebrow with a "pop" sound, and fell backwards.
How could we underestimate the Japanese at such a close distance?
Gao Yidao's heart was bleeding: "Your grandma's..."
He raised the 38 cap and aimed at the Japanese who fired the gun. With a bang, he gave the Japanese a slap in the face. Then he lowered his head and took out a grenade. He shouted loudly: "Everyone from the second company is here, let's all drop the bomb."
"Vote again."
There were nearly 200 Japanese who attacked, divided into two echelons. The number of troops invested in the first echelon of attack was actually only eighty or ninety Japs.
There is no time for anyone to prepare for firing at close range, there is no strategy at all, and courage is useless.
In this case, it is basically a matter of numbers, who has more guns, who has stronger firepower, whose bullets shoot faster, and who can throw grenades accurately.
Of course, the most important thing is whose terrain is better.
Nearly thirty people were placed in the trench to the north of Gao Yidao, but now only half of them are left.
Nearly half of the Japs on the opposite side were killed or injured, and there were about fifty Japs lying on the ground throwing grenades and shooting. They were also using the bodies of the dead Japs as cover, or else they would have been dispatched by the soldiers of the Second Company in the trenches. .
If the grenade thrown by the Japanese is thrown high, it will fly over the trench and be thrown to the back. If it is thrown low, it will be blocked by the pile of soil in front of the trench. There are really not many grenades that fall in the trench.
This is also the reason why there are still about ten soldiers of the second company jumping around, and of course Xiao Hongying has knocked down more than ten drums.
There are only a dozen soldiers left. If this continues, it won't be long before they are all exhausted. It seems that Gao Yidao can't hold it anymore.
Veterans are veterans, and the Japanese lieutenant didn't know much about the casualties. In the smoke caused by the constant explosion of grenades in front, he could vaguely see the Japanese lying on the ground, but he couldn't see clearly. Based on his feeling, the attack was not going well. , in a stalemate state.
The lieutenant took out his trump card: outflank!
The rifle fire of the Second Company soldiers was not obvious. Although they had the terrain advantage, their firepower was no match for the Japs who were three times their size. They had to keep throwing grenades outside, one after another. The Japs lying on the ground were unable to charge for a while.
Seeing that the outflank had been launched, but the frontal attack was not successful, the Japanese lieutenant decided to add fire and ordered machine gun fire to suppress it. The Japanese machine gunners of the three groups behind immediately opened fire, one heavy machine gun and two crooked guns.
Bullets were screaming, flying in swarms towards the village.
The smoke was thick, and the situation behind the confrontation between the two sides was not clear at all. The distance between the two sides was too close. The sergeant who was about to attack in the front cursed the lieutenant Zhuang behind.
The Japanese machine gunners poured bullets into the eight-way position based on their feelings. Both the offensive and defensive sides were pinned to the ground and did not dare to take the lead. This wave of machine gun fire was really powerful.
Only a few minutes have passed since the battle started, and it has been intense since the beginning.
Behind the low wall, Mancang finally pulled another bullet chain into the machine gun, and the water-drinking and human-eating machine once again showed its ferocious face.
Mancang's face, which had been stained by gunpowder smoke, became determined. It looked incompatible with his age at all. His body seemed to be integrated with the ferocious machine in front of him. He grasped the handle with both hands and pulled up the safety.
He turned the machine gun to the left and pointed it at the Japs lying on the ground. No matter whether those targets were dead or alive, he just wanted to tear all the shit into pieces. Without any orders, he was the master of this land.
Pull the trigger firmly.
Boom boom boom…
The unique sound of the heavy machine gun exuded the sound of death. The shell casings quickly jumped out from the ejection port directly in front of the gun body and landed on the ground, jumping around.
The ammunition belt jumped into the machine gun with a tremble. The deputy shooter stretched out his hand to help hold the ammunition belt. The flames kept flashing, forming an uninterrupted flame in front of the round iron piece at the muzzle that was used to block bullets and prevent flames. group.
The ammunition belt was only halfway through, and the Japanese lying on the ground within the shooting range had been plowed twice from left to right, and then from right to left. The trigger was released, and the rampant heavy machine gun fire suddenly stopped.
The three Japanese machine guns in the distance have not stopped yet. The continuous firing of machine gun bullets has caused the smoke in front of them to move in one direction. You can faintly see the tongues of flames coming out of the Japanese machine gun positions, and it feels like there is someone in your ears. It feels like hammering, tinnitus, and no sound can be heard.
Before the excitement was over, Mancang immediately set up the scale, pressed down the barrel of the heavy machine gun, took a look, pressed the trigger again, and the bullets flew towards the Japanese machine gun position.
The sound of tom tom tom, to the devils, is death. Their feeling of the world has stopped, and time has stopped for a moment.
To the soldiers of the Second Company, it was the whistle of a charge. A gap in the middle of the front had been opened by a heavy machine gun. The Second Company, which had not charged for three days, was itching all over. If the Japanese machine guns were not still suppressing it, it might have been Out of the trenches.
No one knew how long the heavy machine gun had been raging. It might have been only a minute or two, or it might have been more than ten minutes. In short, it stopped. Apart from the strange screams and howls of people, the battlefield turned into an eerie silence.
The Japanese who were surrounded by two sides lay on the ground, and there was no sound of killing chickens.
The Japanese's three machine gunners and nine others were all gone.
Death Scythe!
