The big dog left, and Park Buhuan also left, taking away the machine gun and the grenade launcher.
The gunfire from this direction naturally stopped, but the gunfire from all directions in the village was still dense and irregular. However, not many people paid attention, and there was no movement in two of the attacking directions.
A planned ambush and a close encounter turned into a positional battle!
It's a lively fight as you come and go. The battlefield will not give you any dignity just because you are a battalion commander or a regiment commander. Bullets don't recognize military ranks at all.
What's more, there are no military ranks in the Eighth Route Army, only positions.
To the east of the battlefield, the battle was in a stalemate. The intensive gunfire drowned out all sounds, and the explosions gradually became less frequent.
After a few waves of grenades and grenades were thrown at each other by both sides, there were not many left.
The Japanese were attacking and searching, but they had no advantage in weapons, so they were naturally at a disadvantage. The second lieutenant felt itching in his heart and his whole body with hatred. Not long after he received the order, the battle started in front of the lieutenant's attack.
Of course, he didn't know that his immediate boss, the lieutenant, had been injured and was spitting out blood bubbles like a crab in Hokkaido.
All that could be seen was the bullets fired from the village. They hit the wall, and a cloud of dust flew up. The sand and gravel kept flying and falling, and occasionally they were carried away by the shock wave and continued to roll in the air.
The sky was gray and dark, and no one could be seen a few meters away. Smoke and dust filled the air, blocking the golden light of dusk. The village was slowly darkening.
A group of men leaned against the wall. The second wave of attacks in front was repelled by the Eighth Route Army. A large number of the attacking warriors fell down. It was said that the Eighth Route Army machine gun did not have many bullets. At this time, I did not know why the machine gun fired.
After thinking about it for a while, maybe the bullets carried by the warriors who were searched earlier were taken by the Eighth Route Army and filled with machine gun bullets.
However, rifle bullets have a large charge, can they be used by machine guns? After a hundred rounds of ammunition, the machine gun will be scrapped!
The second lieutenant silently counted the number of machine gun fires in his mind.
It was almost done, the second lieutenant waved his hand, and fifteen Japanese soldiers from the next squad, led by the sergeant, pressed forward again. If he could not rush in again this time, he had already made up his mind to personally lead the last squad in a decisive battle!
Ma Liang lay down in the pit that had just been dug in the morning, with his face pressed against the wall of the pit, bullets whizzing overhead. A bullet from a bridge was pressed into the magazine from above, and then a particle bullet was pressed into the long bullet of the Mauser pistol. box.
In front of him, in the middle of the narrow alley between the two courtyards, in the billowing smoke, gray and yellow shadows gradually emerged. The cat swayed at the waist. Under the steel helmet coming along the wall, a ferocious and excited face slowly emerged.
Between the two groups of Japs, the Japs' machine guns were roaring, and the crooked handle behind Ma Liang was also screaming. He wanted to remind the machine guns behind him that they should fire left and right, but he didn't know which idiot was firing, and the range of the ballistic swing was not large. A Japanese soldier was holding a rifle with a gray bayonet. Their attention was focused on the ditch opposite the yard. There was a machine gun position behind the ditch. There was also an Eighth Route Army soldier with a shell gun in the ditch that was almost indistinguishable.
The ground was littered with corpses of Japanese soldiers, the smell of blood spread everywhere, and flies at dusk were enjoying their last feast before sunset.
How these flies survive without water is a mystery.
Ma Liang crawled into the yard from the ditch, leaving only his head outside the yard.
The defensive mounds dug earlier were used by the Japanese, and a machine gun fired aggressively in the middle. Unfortunately, there were Japanese soldiers in the two emperors, and the shooting range of the machine gun was too narrow, so it did not pose much of a threat.
The Japanese with bayonets in hand walked forward step by step.
The line of sight was poor and they were unable to charge. The corpses of the Japanese lying on the ground were all killed in the first two charges due to despicable sneak attacks by the opponent.
Bang, a ball of fire flashed through the smoke, and a Japanese soldier fell to the ground. Mixed in with the dense gunfire, the gunshot was not crisp enough, but shocking enough.
The Japanese who participated in the attack stared at the place where the fire was shining in front of them. Their rifles started shooting. After the bullets passed, obvious trajectories shuttled through the air. The bullets hit the wall and the ground, and there was a popping sound. A big patch of gray.
The crooked machine gun in the direction of the Japanese suddenly stopped shooting!
"Quack!" A voice commanding a charge came from behind the Japs.
The Japs immediately jumped up from the base of the wall, shouting to each other incomprehensibly. Some Japs were shooting aimlessly ahead on the spot. There was a loud clatter of footsteps, and the Japs began to charge. The commanding sergeant raised his hand and pointed. At a nearby courtyard gate, three Japs turned around, kicked the door, and followed up in one go. The others continued to run forward. On the other side of the house, the same group of Japs circled around the courtyard wall to outflank the house.
Ma Liang, who was wearing a rag hat, shouted that he was not good and hurriedly went into the side room along the ditch. Inside the room, a man with his face covered with fur stood by the window. He ignored Ma Liang who came in. He must have seen half of his body entering. Yard of him.
He turned sideways, ducked into the center of the window, held guns in both hands, and started shooting rapidly at the Japanese who had just rushed into the house.
The leader of the Japs panicked and dodged to the side, dashing to both sides. Unfortunately, the distance was too close. Although the bullets from the Mauser pistol were not very powerful, they could not withstand the dense concentration of bullets, and two bullets penetrated his body.
The bullet was not fatal, but the bullet tore his muscles and broke his tendons. The severe pain made him unable to hold the gun steady and he fell to the ground.
The Japs who followed him had already raised their guns, but unfortunately he forgot to open the front door wide and the curtain was lifted a corner. Before he pulled the trigger, a rifle bullet drilled into his chest, and the seven-nine rifle fired fiercely. The bullet failed to penetrate his body, and the huge kinetic energy lifted his body up, knocking down another Japanese soldier next to him who was shooting with a gun.
With a pop, the bullet passed through the right chest of the figure standing in front of the window. It brought up a cloud of blood mist behind him, and with a flash and a grunt, he fell backwards.
"He Gensheng, another one is injured here. Get treatment quickly!" Ma Liang kicked He Gensheng, who was bandaging an injured person next to him.
Then he got up and ran to the window.
The Japanese man who was lying next to him ran into the tunnel at a straight waist, grabbed his rifle and shot at the main entrance. Unfortunately, he was right under Ma Liang's nose.
The Japs felt that the target by the window had been cleared, and they were concentrating on dealing with the despicable attacker at the main entrance, until out of the corner of their eyes they felt another black muzzle protruding from the window.
Under the ghost of death, he pulled the rifle and turned the muzzle.
Unfortunately, his gun was too long and took too much time. Ma Liang didn't give him another chance. He fired twice. The first bullet hit the Japanese's body, and the second hit the socket of his head as he turned around.
A thick liquid splashed out from the eye socket, and something red and white shot out from the back of the head.
At this point, the three Japanese who entered the yard were eliminated.
The Japanese outside the courtyard ignored the fighting in the courtyard and continued to charge.
In the smoke of gunpowder, at the intersection directly opposite the alley, a Czech gun shot from the roof overhead, and its arrogant trajectory began to harvest the lives of the aggressive Japanese trapped in the alley.
It must be said that the Japs were indeed well-trained. As soon as the machine gun fired, the charging Japs fell down halfway. The Japs who had just reached the courtyard gate immediately dodged to both sides and entered the courtyard.
Unfortunately, the Japanese were overconfident and did not expect that the courtyard they ducked into had already set up an ambush. The compatriots who entered first had already returned to their hometowns before them.
In the house, Ma Liang took cover behind the wall and looked at the Japs who were running in in panic. He immediately raised his gun and shot. There were many targets at the entrance of the courtyard. He fired three times quickly and found that the Japs were pointing their guns at him. He quickly retreated. , no one was seen at the window.
In the other direction, under the curtain of the room, a black muzzle of a Zhongzheng rifle was protruded.
Bang...bang...
The shooter only fired two shots, and Ba Lu, who was lying inside the gate, rolled away from the center of the gate.
The Japanese fired back very quickly. The bullets set off the curtains and ricocheted. The shooters were not allowed to stick to the wall to hide.
Both sides could clearly hear the sound of each other pulling the bolts of their guns. The man in the room looked out to shoot again, and fired one shot. The Japanese shot back three times, and when they turned back.
Ma Liang looked around and saw two Japs taking out grenades and hitting their heads with grenades. He was horrified. He didn't care that a Japs rifle was pointing at his window. He raised his two guns and pointed them at the door of the courtyard ten meters away based on his feeling. Just a rapid burst of fire.
Fortunately, Ma Liang moved quickly to the other side of the window while shooting. The two shots fired by the attacker came very quickly, and one of the bullets hit Ma Liang's shoulder.
Based on his feeling, he didn't hit the bone. The severe pain caused him to drop the gun in his left hand to the ground.
Leaning against the wall, my right hand felt weak and trembling, unable to lift it at all.
I secretly prayed that my intensive shooting must have hit the Japs holding grenades. Otherwise, if the Japs' grenades flew in, I might have to answer here today.
