Ditch West.
Sporadic gunfire continued.
The First Company Commander of the Second Battalion turned to look at Gao Yidao who was nearby: "Batalion Commander, do we want to fully fight back against the bandits now?"
When he asked, countless soldiers of the second battalion lined up immediately held their breaths and raised their ears. The frontal bombardment entered the third round. The Japanese from the west were approaching obscenely with their waists crouching. They could hit them from either side!
As a class, we have to wait in line for a long time before it's our turn to shoot those bandits. How can this be enjoyable?
Gao Yidao's voice came: "Don't talk nonsense, as long as the Japanese don't rush up, we'll keep fighting like this!"
He was very dissatisfied with the battlefield arrangements. The bastards had a fierce fight with the National Army bastards, and even made a mistake during the battlefield arrangements: a show of hands!
The result of the vote... The Second Battalion, which wanted to attack the front, had to hold its breath and take charge of the defense of the west route position.
It wasn't until a group of Japanese soldiers came from the west that his mentality slowly returned to normal.
It only makes sense to fight against the Japanese. Fighting against those ragtag bandits is only suitable for those bastards in the Nine Camps.
Looking carefully at the Japanese formation, there were two light machine guns on the left and right, making it clear that they would launch a charge to suppress firepower later.
He had fought with the Japanese many times, and now he rushed out and had a brutal fight with the Japanese without any cover. With the fighting power of his soldiers, casualties would definitely be inevitable. Only a fool would do that.
I looked carefully back and forth with the binoculars, but I still couldn't find the grenadiers in the Japanese team.
After a while, Gao Yidao's deep voice spread again: "Listen carefully, when the battle starts later, concentrate your firepower and shoot down the four Japanese machine guns first!"
Not far from the woods.
When Ma Liang saw the Japanese attacking formation, he immediately slipped down from the tree branch and shouted: "Get ready for battle!"
The noisy team immediately gathered pushing bicycles.
Ma Liang glanced at the team divided into two groups. The Big Dog Platoon was a little careless: "Big Dog, when the battle starts, Gao Yidao will definitely attack the machine gun first. You find a way to knock out the grenade behind the Japanese team!"
"It's so far away, how is it possible?"
"I'll rush on my bicycle later. You hide behind me..."
"Are you stupid? Riding on a bicycle is simply a living target and you will die!"
"We don't have Eight Routes written on our faces. Let's pretend to be the night raid team later!"
The West Road Japs were less than 400 meters away from the westernmost end of the Gaoyidao position. Two grenade launchers in the team opened fire first, calling out smoke grenades from the west. Immediately afterwards, two machine guns from the fire suppression machine gun groups on both wings immediately deployed, firing alternately...
front.
The puppet army's attack seems fierce, but in fact it is a paper tiger. It is okay to follow the devils and bully ordinary people or guerrillas with little fighting ability, but in this kind of positional battle where they take the lead, the puppet army will not really fight hard.
The heavy machine guns of the left-wing Japs have been silenced by friendly forces.
Hu Yi hesitated for a moment, and immediately took over the machine gun position at the east end of the front. The machine gunner reluctantly gave up the machine gun to the battalion commander, and moved aside to become the deputy shooter.
When the machine gun came into Hu Yi's hands, it immediately changed its voice and fired steadily at three bursts, with three shells jumping rapidly.
The frequency of burst fire was extremely fast, and it was a bit like a burst of fire. Just one magazine silenced a machine gun group of the Japs in the opposite village.
The machine gunner had already stretched out his hand, handed over a full magazine, took the empty magazine, and threw it to the machine gun crew next to him.
Xiong Ao, who was wearing a helmet next to him, took a careful look at the machine gun. When Hu Yi fired the fifth three-point shot, the butt of the gun had already been quickly raised to his shoulder. When he fired the sixth burst, he pressed the trigger according to feeling and reached the point of shooting. Critical bit.
As soon as Hu Yi emptied the magazine, flames erupted from the muzzle in front of the Machine Gun Bear, and he fired directly at another crooked light machine gun.
While muttering: "It's really not satisfying to shoot like this... It's so far away to hit a grandma's machine gun... What if I can catch two unlucky guys..."
To him, the recoil was no different than a mosquito tickling him. The butt of the gun trembled slightly, and the refreshing burst of fire directly caused the other crooked gun to misfire!
The soldiers next to him were all starry-eyed. Seeing Company Commander Xiong sweating so hard and mute the Japanese machine gun, the company commander completely inherited the mantle of battalion commander!
Hu Yi finished changing the magazine and had already pulled it apart horizontally. He planned to change the machine gun position.
Machine Gun Bear finally finished his shot, and did not stay where he was. He simply shrank his head and pulled away to the other side.
The other machine gun of Xiong's Ninth Company finally took fire even though it was hesitant, and opened fire on the crooked machine gun position that Hu Yi had hit earlier.
As soon as the Japanese machine gun deputy shooter pushed the machine gunner's body away, two machine gun bullets hit the ground next to the machine gun position with a bang. The deputy shooter, who was so frightened that he was covered in a cold sweat, gritted his teeth and immediately pressed the trigger.
Just after firing a burst, the sound of machine gun fire from the Eighth Route Army position rang out again.
The deputy shooter was shot and screamed, leaning to the side.
The medical soldiers accompanying the team immediately stepped forward and hurriedly took out the hemostatic bandage and wrapped it under the rain of bullets. The ammunition hand next to him did not hesitate to step forward to fill the position...
How far is five hundred meters?
Anyway, even if you can see a person, the figure is not much bigger than an ant at most!
How can it be so easy to hit the target!
The four machine guns of the guerrillas fired alternately, but only knocked down a few Japanese machine gunners who stood up straight.
The Japs in the machine gun team were a little confused. When did the guerrillas' firepower become so powerful? How could they waste so many bullets?
...
Luo Fugui had just changed his cover and stretched out his machine gun. Immediately another person came over. Xiong turned around and was about to curse, but found that it was Xiao Hongying who had also fired a few shots and changed positions. He quickly yelled at the girl. A voice said: "I am here to collect bullets from the machine gun position, while you cool down! Hurry up..."
The pigtail ignored it and started banging while pressing the bullet: "Hey, do you want to know why the puppet army's machine gun didn't fire?"
"Boss Hu asked me to take care of you, can you save me some trouble? Hey, put your turtle shell down quickly?" After saying that, he lowered the girl's helmet, then glanced at the Japanese machine gun position, the butt of the gun Hold your shoulder and press the trigger again.
The gun's muzzle spurted out tongues of fire: da da da...
The rapid bullets splashed hard towards the Japanese machine gun position in the distance.
"Hurry up and come out...there are sweets to eat..." Xiao Hongying stuck her head out and carefully aimed at the puppet machine gun position more than a hundred meters away. Only halfway through her words, there was a crisp sound.
The Japanese machine gunners who had changed a few times were counter-suppressing the machine gun array of the guerrillas' counterattack, and a bullet hit the girl's helmet without missing a beat.
The helmet without straps was blown away, and his small body immediately slid down the trench.
Luo Fugui, who was fighting vigorously next to him, didn't pay attention at all. He was still pressing the trigger and violently pouring bullets towards the flames of the Japanese machine gun by feel.
After a few seconds, he finally emptied the magazine. He immediately pulled back the machine gun and sat in the ditch to catch his breath. He turned around and looked around, but suddenly found that the girl beside him was missing.
Machine Gun Bear was stunned for a moment, his ugly eyes immediately turned around, and finally he found a helmet near the ammunition box, which covered half of his small body.
Xiong opened his mouth wide, threw away the machine gun, flew over, and pulled up his small body: "Girl..."
The bear panicked.
"Cough...cough...did I get shot?" Xiao Hongying's eyes opened wide on her muddy face, and she had a splitting headache.
"It's okay, you're okay!" Xiong was a little flustered, pretending to be calm and comforting. He knew that the greatest possibility of being shot in the head was during a positional battle.
"I have a headache..." The girl was still muttering.
Xiong was a little puzzled... Fortunately, she could still speak, and there was no blood on her head, so she probably didn't open the gourd!
Remembering that the girl was wearing a steel helmet just now, but now the helmet is on the side, but she must not be shot in the head, she immediately shouted to comfort: "Oh, I'm going to fuck my grandma! You are not dead!"
He picked up the helmet next to him and looked carefully. In Luo Fugui's impression, as long as he wore the helmet, he would be fine...
Staring at the big bear eyes, he saw in surprise that the stars were worn away on the front of the helmet, and there was a black hole that was still a bit dazed.
The bear quickly walked around the helmet and took a closer look. He saw that there was no bullet hole at all on the back of the helmet. He immediately turned pale and muttered to the girl: "No, there is only one bullet hole. The bullet...may have got into your head!"
The rain of Japanese machine gun bullets was not whizzing overhead.
After the girl heard this, her headache became more severe, her eyes turned white, and she fainted.
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