After a while, the fight in the east village turned into a lively fight in the west village.
The bandits who sent the order kept reporting the situation on both sides to Wang Sanzhu, who kept listening ferociously to the gunfire from both sides.
Until now, the gunshots fired back from both wings were very sparse, and he nodded with satisfaction.
With a big wave of his hand: "Everyone get on the bicycles! Frontal attack!"
It was a bit surprising to him that the group of people in the southern village didn't run away. Maybe he saw that the people he brought were all riding animal bicycles and didn't dare to escape in the daytime!
Although the group of men were not riding war horses, the distance was only a small distance. In a short time, they almost pushed directly to the vicinity of the largest village in the south.
Just the night before yesterday, most of his more than 100 brothers were lost there. Thinking of those happy days of living and dying brothers, drinking together and looking for women, he felt very uncomfortable!
Relying on the large number of people, there is no need to adopt any tactics, just crush them!
As for shouting? There is no need, the strength is there.
Wang Peng originally arranged for a small group of troops to prepare to shoot the bandits outside the village. When he saw the bandits coming in a menacing manner, he looked up at the sky and immediately ordered: "Everyone withdraw to the village, and we will fight them slowly!"
The peripheral troops immediately retracted into the village!
The village had been raided many times by the Japanese. The ruins outside the village were dotted with shooting holes at chest height. The soldiers who retreated into the village extended their black barrels from the shooting holes and slowly moved into the crowd of bandits who were dispersing. Shoot cold shots.
Immediately afterwards, the Czech machine guns located on the roof of the machine gun position began to fire.
Da da da...
Machine gun fire raged through the bandit charge.
People kept being shot and fell off their horses, and some unlucky ones had their feet attached to the stirrups and were dragged on the ground to continue moving forward.
The battle between the two sides immediately became intense. The village soldiers fired from the shooting holes. It was very unlikely that the bandit's bullets would hit the village soldiers hiding on the roof behind the wall!
But there were so many bandits that they couldn't handle it. Almost all of the hundreds of guns running in front were shooting where there was muzzle flash. Although the guns on horseback were not very accurate, several rounds of bullets rained down, and many of the dense bullets were shot in. hole.
The soldiers who fought back behind the wall began to suffer casualties. One soldier was hit directly in the face by a bullet. The soldier next to him was kneeling on the ground, using gauze to wrap around the face of the still-breathing soldier, leaving only his nose to breathe in and out. .
Outside the wall, there was everywhere the sound of bullets fired by bandits entering the mud and hitting the earthen wall.
Sporadic gunshots slowly began to ring out from several other directions in the village.
The bandit gunner rounded the engineer's shovel and quickly dug out a shallow pit. The other bandit slammed the hoe into the pit, skillfully raised the barrel of the gun, and constantly adjusted the tripod. The bandit who had been waiting next to him directly Just stuff the mortar shell into the muzzle!
Boom, there was a muffled sound, and a mortar shell flew into the air.
Then another mortar fired a shell.
The bandit artillerymen were not in a hurry to put in the second shell until the shell exploded in the village. The gunner began to adjust the elevation of the gun barrel according to the explosion point.
The second shell enters the chamber!
Two huge explosions in the village startled Wang Peng who was lying on the roof: No, the bandits have cannons, and they are quite powerful!
Holding the binoculars and observing carefully in the direction pointed by the observer next to him, he soon discovered an artillery position set up by the bandits in the dust behind the cavalry.
He quickly ordered the machine gunner who was firing vigorously on the roof next to him: "Machine gun, come here quickly to suppress the bandits' mortars!"
It has to be said that the Eighth Route Army is indeed poor.
There is a saying in the Eighth Route Army that as long as the regiment has heavy machine guns, it is the main force!
There is a big difference between fighting guerrilla warfare and positional warfare. The firepower of machine guns is much more effective than mortars!
What the two sides are competing for now is firepower. Most of the time, firepower determines everything.
It is natural for recruits to be afraid of cannons and veterans to be afraid of machine guns.
Under machine gun fire, it can completely make the opponent unable to raise his head, and at the same time, it can also directly destroy the opponent's confidence.
Even the Japs have given up on cavalry. How can bandits on horseback compare to the Japs' elite cavalry?
To put it bluntly, they are just infantry on horseback!
Once the horses start running, it is very difficult to stop, and they will collide with the people behind them. If the formation is not completely opened during the attack, the people running behind will not be able to shoot!
But four legs can run much faster than humans. During a head-on duel, the cavalry also has a big advantage. The horse's head is so big that it can almost block bullets for the person lying on the horse!
The horse's brain is very small, so the chance of a direct hit is very small, and the horse's internal organs are behind its legs when charging, so the possibility of directly killing the horse with one shot is very small, and the horse can still move forward after being shot!
Under the heavy rain of bullets from two machine guns in the north of the village, some bandits saw the machine guns in the village and dispersed directly to the east and west wings of the village. The bandits on horseback, numbering more than 200, charged with great momentum, and the fast ones actually rushed straight into the village. Entered the village!
An 82mm mortar shell slid into the barrel of the gun, and the shells continued to explode in the village, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.
The ground shook again and again, and the shock wave swept up the dust on the ground and kept rising into the air.
Broken walls continued to collapse, and smoke and dust filled the village.
Lying on the roof of a small bungalow in the north of the village, Wang Peng kicked away the machine gunner who had emptied a magazine, pulled the machine gun away, half stood up, and adjusted the scale on the left side of the machine gun. The pair of blood-red eyes under the brim of his hat His eyes were full of anger and ferocity.
The firepower of the Czech machine gun is not very sustainable. One magazine contains a total of twenty bullets, and it can be empty in just a few seconds if the trigger is not released.
Wang Peng expertly loaded a full magazine, stopped the gun and pressed the trigger directly. A tongue of flame immediately rushed out of the muzzle and bit the bandit artilleryman in the distance.
The machine gunner next to him turned his head and glanced, and the ballistic trajectory immediately changed, forming a crossfire with Wang Peng's machine gun trajectory. The target was no longer aimed at the approaching bandits, but instead rushed towards the bandit artillery position.
The village's defenses have been deployed long ago. Even if he temporarily gives up command, his company commander will command all units to fight back.
After the battle started, it seemed that everyone was fighting on their own, but in fact Wang Peng's command was still in effect, and the messenger next to him still held a black tiger flag in his hand!
The warriors on the high ground around the village relied on the direction pointed by Wang Peng's flag to attack or defend.
This trick was mentioned by the instructor when I went to the wine station to participate in training a few years ago.
Amidst the deafening sound of explosions that continued to be heard in the village, the explosion points of the artillery shells were unknowingly approaching the fire points of the two machine guns.
Some recruits simply couldn't stand the suppressed sound and shock waves. When they saw the bandits entering the village, they immediately rushed out of the hiding spot with their rifles in hand and rushed straight towards the bandits riding horses in the smoke.
The dozen or so bandits who had rushed into the village had already replaced their short guns and pulled the triggers on the figure that emerged.
Several recruits were knocked to the ground before their rifles could fire.
The bandits continued to run around in the smoke-filled alleys of the village, and unknowingly headed towards the north of the village.
Suddenly, a shell dropped from the sky with a harsh whistling sound and directly hit the group of bandits.
The shell exploded loudly, and the shock wave mixed with shrapnel rushed into the body. The horses were shaken and staggered. A certain horse was very unfortunate, and its belly was scratched by high-speed shrapnel. The horse staggered with it, and then pulled a ball under its belly. The water swayed under the heat and fell into the overwhelming bricks, broken bricks, rain and smoke.
The few remaining bandits screamed in disgrace, and suddenly saw the dense gray figures behind the collapsed wall. The leader immediately screamed: "The idea hurts my hand, what the hell!"
A group of bandits quickly turned around and ran away, leaving the rest lying on the ground, staring at the sky and blinking at the smoke.
I couldn’t tell whether it was dark or filled with smoke.
There was only regret in my mind, I forgot about the pain, I forgot about screaming, my eyes slowly blurred, and I fell into the boundless darkness.
Wang Peng took advantage of the gap in the shooting of the machine gun on the roof next to him, and quickly changed the gun with a full magazine: "These bastards! Go to hell! Ahem..."
call out...
Another artillery shell exploded directly in the yard of the machine gun position. Dust rolled up in the air, and nothing could be seen immediately. Wang Peng felt that the roof was tilting. At this time, he had already become red-eyed. He held down the trigger based on his feeling until it was towards the bandits. Empty the magazine at the artillery position.
The soldier next to him fumbled to pull Wang Peng away from the machine gun: "Batalion Commander, leave quickly, this house is going to collapse!"
Even the strongest bungalow could not withstand the bombardment!
Wang Peng, the correspondent flag bearer in charge of the guard, the machine gunner, the auxiliary shooter, and the ammunition hand all slid sideways from the roof of the bungalow at about the same time, and then the roof of the bungalow collapsed sideways along with the wall.
All the dust in the house was stirred up, and nothing could be seen at the scene. As soon as the five people emerged from the dust, they saw a bandit running around in a daze in the village.
The two sides looked at each other for a second, then the bandit yelled, subconsciously evaded, jumped up from the horse, kicked his feet on the horse's back, and skillfully rushed to the gate of the courtyard next to him.
The disgraced Wang Peng pulled out the shell gun, shook his head, wiped the dust that got into his eyes, and thought to himself that he was lucky, the bandit just now was holding the shell gun in his hand!
If it were to be a duel, I and my correspondent would have to dig out the machine gun team from the dust, and they would probably be killed by that guy!
Fortunately, the guy panicked and ran away....
Nothing could be seen behind, in the thick dust, there were people screaming. From the sound... it was the deputy shooter... he should have been pinned down by the falling wall...
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