"Girl, there don't seem to be many Japs?" Luo Fugui put down the binoculars.
In his opinion, a team of dozens of Japanese soldiers was indeed not many.
This is related to everyone's experience. Other teams in the Eighth Route Army, even a compilation company, have no choice but to temporarily avoid the enemy when they encounter a small group of Japanese soldiers.
Xiao Hongying ignored the arrogant Ser Xiong, put her eyes on the scope, adjusted the muzzle of the gun, and pointed it at the motorcycle jumping on the path: "When the battle starts later, if you dare to pull the trigger again? Let go, I'll kick you to death!"
"Are you worried about this? This time it's definitely a point-and-shooting attack, but until now I still can't tell which of the Japs is the slinger?" Luo Fugui and the girl partnered up as machine gunners to deal with the Japs in front of them, but only three came, and his subordinates were so Many people are watching, so I have to show off this time.
"Wang Liujin and Ma Liang will attack the grenadiers and machine gunners. Just remember to attack the motorcycles first." The girl repeated what Hu Yi had just arranged.
"Can you hit the three Japs in front of you accurately? I think you should just give it a try. This gun of yours is just a decoration!"
The girl ignored him and didn't say anything. She finally pulled the slightly bent gun bolt with her little hand, and with a click, a bullet was loaded.
The Japs were getting closer and closer to the top of the hillside. Suddenly, a Japs found something like a pigtail in the grass on the top of the hillside: "Hidden!"
Then he threw himself forward and took aim.
Bang, there was a gunshot, and a bullet penetrated the devil's helmet and arrogantly got into the paste under the helmet.
A Czech machine gun started firing immediately, and the two Japanese soldiers who had not yet had time to lie down were covered in a dense rain of bullets. There was still a pause between Luo Fugui's bursts of fire, but it was almost the same as a continuous fire!
The bolts of guns were being pulled loudly, and rifles were firing one after another. Some of the soldiers in the special agent platoon were still in a daze. How come the Ninth Company didn't even shout "fight" to give orders during the battle?
Then another Czech shot was fired, a flame flashed from the machine gun muzzle, and Hu Yi opened fire at the motorcycle less than 80 meters away.
The ferocious Grim Reaper immediately rushed towards the Japanese tricycle that stirred up dust. The arrogant roar penetrated the body of the first target. The bullet tore open the military uniform, penetrated into the flesh and blood, and carried the driver of the first tricycle with body heat. The recoiled observer simultaneously penetrated.
The ballistic trajectory began to pull sideways, and the machine gunner in the truck was knocked down in the truck without restraint.
The bullets followed the dusty path, viciously traveling from near to far, carrying the aura of death, tearing apart everything in the way. Blood spattered, and sparks flew on the motorcycle, intertwining in the dust on the path. ...
The Japanese infantrymen who reacted quickly behind immediately fell down. The Japanese second lieutenant jumped out of the motorcycle before it stopped. He immediately let out a long breath, pulled out the iron bar and pointed forward: "Kill a cock!"
The Japanese lying on the ground immediately gasped and pulled the bolt of his rifle in preparation for fighting back.
Through the rising dust, I could vaguely see a crooked gun a few dozen meters away, spitting out tongues of fire. The sound of gunshots was filled with violence, and the arrogant bullets began to sweep back and forth among the prone people.
Luo Fugui had finished shooting a magazine, and the three Japanese soldiers in front of him were lying on the ground twitching. When he turned around, he saw Ma Liang's figure beside him, holding a grenade and stuffing it into the grenade. He looked back and picked up a magazine next to him. , pressed the gun body, and pressed the trigger again into the dust in the distance.
There was a muffled sound, and a black guy flew into the air.
Bang, a bullet came out of the chamber again. Xiao Zhuer's small body trembled slightly. Through the scope, he found that the target he had just aimed at was alive and well and was still firing back at the machine gun position halfway up the hillside.
But the guy next to the devil fell over and screamed.
About one hundred and twenty meters, almost a meter crooked!
The little girl pulled the bolt again, but this time he aimed at the Japanese commander behind the second motorcycle.
He was highly concentrated, and the sounds on the battlefield seemed to be moving away. He murmured with his small mouth: Aim one meter away, I see you running away...
With your finger slowly tightening, you can even hear the friction of the gun with the trigger at half position.
Bang, the bullet came out.
The muzzle flash temporarily obscured the sight of the scope.
Behind the motorcycle, the Japanese second lieutenant, who was holding a command iron rod and roaring at the top of his lungs, trembled twice in a row and disappeared behind the motorcycle.
The little girl was stunned. Although she could barely see the target being hit through the clear sight, was the target's reaction wrong?
Why did he tremble twice?
The same question was raised on the other side by Tang Dagou, who was nearly 200 meters away. After this guy fired a shot, he immediately put away his rifle, rolled sideways twice and changed his shooting position.
Knocking down a soldier from the special agent platoon next to him: "Your grandma, why don't you just roll around and do nothing if you don't shoot?"
"You kid, if you don't want to die, you'd better take a shot and move to another place!" Tang Dagou cursed, found a new position and lay down, slowly stretched out the muzzle of the gun, and put the dog's head against the butt of the gun, preparing to find another target.
Luo Fugui fired very steadily, and when he entered the state, he seemed to have forgotten the counterattack of the Japanese rifle below: "Hurry up and reload!"
After speaking, he threw the empty magazine to Li Ronghua who was busy next to him.
The Japanese machine gunner finally put on the crooked machine gun and pulled the trigger... Just as he was about to press the trigger, a bullet flying from nowhere penetrated his body.
The muzzle of the gun was raised, and the trigger that was subconsciously pressed still caused the bullet to fly out of the muzzle and fly towards the machine gun position that was shooting on Route 8.
Hu Yi was startled as bullets whizzed past his head, and he quickly pulled the machine gun and changed its position.
For the Ninth Company, the sound of gunfire is an order!
Click, click, click... Under the sun, the flames of another Czech machine gun shone brightly, and its arrogant trajectory sprinkled a hail of bullets into the path and into the wilderness...
The Japanese second lieutenant was suddenly shot, which made the sergeant leading the team feel sad. Unexpectedly, there was an ambush on the Eighth Route Army!
The position was now in an open area, and no matter whether one moved east or west, he would have to face an area of unobstructed machine gun fire. If he continued to lie on the ground and resist, he would also become a living target for the Eighth Route Army.
Although the Eighth Route Army's marksmanship is not very good, as time goes by, the casualties will definitely increase greatly.
Even if they retreat south, their backs will still be sold to Tubal Road. The only hope is to hold on for a while until the team behind them can catch up.
Before the machine gunner had a chance to fire, he would be bitten by the Tubal Road. Without the firepower to suppress it, he would be beaten by the Eighth Route Army for the first time.
The sergeant made up his mind and shouted in a broken voice: "Fight back!"
There are constantly clever Japanese who use their dead or twitching bodies as cover to pull their guns and shoot at the hillside. The bullets fly towards the shuttle line on the hillside and towards the Eighth Route Machine Gun emplacement.
The sergeant had no intention of making a detour, and had no chance to make a detour. He would rather let the warriors die on the battlefield than fall in the wasteland of the retreat.
This was no ordinary ambush at all. It was no different from a frontal battle. The key was that Tubalu was still hiding behind the hillside and firing grenades.
The casualties gradually increased, and Japanese soldiers continued to lose their combat effectiveness.
It may not be scary just for a high-speed rotating bullet to hit the body, but after the bullet enters the human body, the high-speed bullet will form a cavity effect, making the wound where the bullet passes becomes greater, tearing blood and flesh.
As long as you are shot, you will basically lose your combat effectiveness!
The sergeant lying behind the clanking motorcycle looked at the constant flashes of muzzle flashes on the hillside in the distance. It seemed that only the flames of two machine guns were flashing on the hillside on the Eighth Route!
Although the rifle fire was intensive, it was far from covering the area. How could it cause so many casualties to the warriors?
This feeling is very bad. It’s impossible for a rifle to be more powerful than a machine gun train, right?
The distance is about 80 meters, which is the distance where the warriors can best display their shooting accuracy. How could they be beaten by the Eighth Route Army and unable to fight back?
Could it be that Tubalu's marksmanship has improved? This is impossible!
Marksmanship must be directly proportional to the bullets fired. In this land, the Eighth Route Army is simply short of guns and ammunition. I have never heard of the Eighth Route Army having such a strong combat capability. This is unscientific!
Something is wrong! Did he meet the elite of the Eighth Route Army?
