The torch line of the puppet army is getting closer and closer, and the call of the puppet commander can be faintly heard.
On a small mound in the dark field, I poured the water in the kettle in front of the position slowly to prevent the dust from rising after a while. After doing all this, I lay there quietly with my ears raised and silent. ring.
The pattering footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the puppet troops were almost a hundred meters in front of the position!
It should have been shot long ago.
The deputy shooter looked at Mancang nervously: "Squad leader, if you don't hit the enemy, we will charge up the slope!"
Mancang shook his head and looked steadily at the skirmishing line in the distance: "Calm down, you must be bold and careful at this time. Think about it, if you were a puppet army, would you be more nervous than us now?"
The soldier immediately understood: "I understand. We are in the dark and have a good location. The puppet army does not have heavy firepower. Why should I be afraid of them?"
Mancang was not good at words and comforted: "Even if there is a real crisis, we can retreat at any time!"
"Squad leader, we are in this position. If we retreat, we have to enter the village. There are so many enemies in the village. We can't retreat?"
"Don't be impatient. After the mines sound, we'll start fighting first. Platoon Leader Chen will arrange an attack on the village!"
While the two were talking, two sharp whistles sounded in the village.
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling white light flashed in the south, and then a loud "boom" was heard, and the earth in the dark night was shaken again.
"Pull the mines!" Mancang shouted, and then he pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the machine gun bullets violently rushed toward the line of torch-bearing troops under the slope.
The bullets pierced the darkness and flew arrogantly towards the wretched black figures crouching under the light of the yellow torches.
Immediately, rifles fired on the slope.
The gunshots in the dark night rang out in an instant. The security forces responded quickly and immediately fired back at the howling machine gun.
The bullets were whistling, and the puppet soldiers threw away their torches and fired back. On the hillside and down the hillside, muzzle flashes kept flashing in the dark bushes, and bullets were fired at the puppet soldiers' positions that they had aimed at in a mess.
The flickering flames and the screams after being shot, mixed in the hazy moonlit night, are even more intense and spectacular.
It is human nature to be afraid of the dark. When the landmine exploded, some puppet troops immediately and instinctively retreated desperately.
The trained puppet troops are not very brave, and some of the puppet troops immediately fired back!
The troops advancing in parallel, the puppet troops on the front of the firefight were blocked, and there were Japanese soldiers supervising the battle in other directions. They were nervous and turned their heads to look at the crossfire. They did not stop and continued to advance. Soon, the attacking team formed Head-on shooting, flanking and roundabout posture.
The puppet soldiers who did not retreat back fired at the slopes desperately, suppressing them. Most of them became targets of shooting. Even if they tried desperately to shoot while looking for cover to avoid machine gun fire, the tricky ballistic trajectory did not stop them. Give them more opportunities.
Many people were immediately brought down by bullets.
The machine gunner on the hillside finally finished one magazine.
Company Commander Zhi held the rifle with trembling hands, and with great effort he filled the empty shell gun with bullets.
It is unknown whether his ten rounds of bullets hit the guerrillas on the slope nearly a hundred meters away.
Unexpectedly, Tubalu would dare to come for real!
Didn’t the imperial army say that the Tubal guerrillas would run away when they saw them?
Looking at the eleven stretchers being carried down, the team health worker quickly reported to the company commander after checking them: "Two are dead, one was shot through by a machine gun, and the other was blown over by a mine and was dead. The other five were wounded by bombs, and four were wounded by machine guns!”
Two dead and nine injured!
The smell of blood in the darkness began to frighten Captain Zhi. He remembered clearly that these eleven brothers had dinner and bragging together at night. Now six brothers fell to the sound of mine explosions on the 8th Road, and the other five brothers fell to the ground. Under the trajectory of the machine gun on the slope, the souls of those who were knocked down by bullets were in ecstasy postures.
This wasn't the first time he saw his brother die and get injured in front of him.
On the battlefield, bullets do not differ based on someone's position. A platoon leader under guard was shot in the thigh. His blood pressure was so high that he couldn't suppress it. He probably wouldn't survive the night.
It was not that he had never seen blood before, but the sight of eleven brothers being lifted up in an instant frightened him.
The Eighth Route Army on the dirt slope was probably waiting for him to go up to his death again, and he began to feel fear in his heart.
"Company commander, the instructor asked us to organize the brothers to charge in three minutes!" the orderly soldier next to him reported loudly and tremblingly.
In the darkness on the hillside, Mancang Zao pulled the machine gun with the empty magazine and skillfully moved to the side.
The warheads on the soil slopes in front, back, left, and right were still crackling and popping into the soil, making noisy noises. They didn't dare to show their heads. The gun didn't have an eye.
Mancang took the magazine from the deputy shooter, loaded it quickly, and opened some distance laterally. He felt that there were no bullets coming from this area. He was about to show his head with the machine gun, but the deputy shooter next to him grabbed him. : "Stop hitting them. If you hit them again, they won't come back!"
Mancang was pulled back after being shot by the deputy, and smiled: "Hey, this was so enjoyable, I almost forgot, then we will wait a little longer."
After Mancang finished speaking, he seemed to have just remembered that he was a commander!
He quickly turned around and looked around. In the trench on the slope, the soldiers all shrank their heads and took out grenades, all looking at him, the machine gunner squad leader.
The group of 250 people didn't feel any fear at all when the bullets hit the slope, and their eyes were filled with excitement.
Although it was not the first time for the deputy shooter to participate in a battle, he still felt that his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He saw clearly just now: "Squad leader, you hit at least five or six bullets with that shuttle shot just now!"
On the battlefield, the way the Ninth Company determines the outcome of the battle is very simple: if the enemy that is hit does not move again within ten minutes, it is determined to be killed or wounded.
Many people may think that killing an enemy is the result of the battle, but since the establishment of the Ninth Company, the focus has been on injuring the enemy when calculating the result. This is indeed the case. Injuring an enemy on the battlefield will have a far better result than killing an enemy. !
As for how the superiors calculated the results of the battle, and whether they made meritorious deeds because of it, not many people in the Ninth Company cared about it, so many times they didn't even bother to report it!
After taking a look at the situation of the enemy down the hillside with a small probe on the dirt slope, the enemy was still shooting aimlessly.
Mancang, who quickly retracted his head to hide his body, then remembered that he should first ask the soldiers if there were any casualties.
"Are there any casualties?"
"Hehe, only one was injured. It was a shell gun bullet, and the dog's nose was crooked."
In the distance, observers in the darkness kept reporting the movements of the puppet troops: "The enemy is eighty meters away from the front slope, and the enemies on both wings have advanced to the level of our trenches." Just as he was about to speak, the deputy squad leader next to him ran away. Come over: "Squad leader, no one is injured! The enemy is coming up again, and the puppet troops on both wings have entered the minefield."
"Well, I know!" The immature voice of Mancang Squad Leader, who had just turned eighteen, became emotionless on the slope: "When the enemy comes up, about fifty meters away, everyone starts throwing grenades! The target is forty meters away! "
The grenade has a delay, so even if it is thrown for three seconds, it will explode in about two seconds! Even if the puppet army runs slowly, at normal running speed, running a distance of more than ten meters in two seconds seems to be no problem!
