Suddenly there was loud gunfire in the canyon.
Responsible for operating Czech-style secret service soldiers.
Originally, he looked down upon the short machine gunner from the Ninth Battalion who was so young that he was called Mancang.
But when he heard the unique rhythm of the three-point firing of the machine gun next to him, and just when his machine gun's trajectory was about to kill the two Japanese soldiers who were half kneeling, he realized that the target had fallen down.
He immediately realized that the person was even more sophisticated than him.
After all, he usually trained machine guns in the mountains, theoretically learning about ballistics and parabolas was indeed more than a full warehouse.
However, when it comes to firing live ammunition, he probably fired less than a fraction of the full warehouse.
His first shot took advantage of his unpreparedness and fully achieved the desired effect, killing one-third of the target and wounding it.
But after changing the magazine, I found that the situation had completely changed. It should be my target, but it was always snatched away by the opponent.
The machine gun is the best time to kill the enemy at the beginning.
Lost the best opportunity, had to find the target again...
The ammunition hand who was preparing to throw a grenade after the mine exploded found that the target had fallen into the blood mist before the thrown grenade hit the ground.
This man was stunned for a moment. If the comrade next to him hadn't reminded him, he would have almost held the fired grenade in his hand instead of throwing it away...
The speed crew were also dumbfounded. Just as they aimed at the target, the target tilted to the side...
I thought the Japanese could predict the future and dodge bullets!
Unexpectedly, there was a frighteningly intensive shooting from the Ninth Battalion.
Accompanied by the violent and rapid sound of shell gunfire, the guy completely flattened the shell gun and fired with a submachine gun...
Although you can use the bounce of the shell gun to create a fan, this continuous shooting method is the most wasteful of bullets.
Ten bullets may not be able to hit an enemy!
A typical prodigal!
In many combat units, anyone who dares to fight like this will be imprisoned afterwards!
However, the bullets fired by the prodigal son were still screaming as if they were free of charge and kept greeting the Japanese...
At least half of the more than sixty Japs were defeated in less than a minute after the battle started!
About thirty meters is the distance at which the shell gun can exert its best lethality.
As for accuracy, the soldiers of the Ninth Battalion hardly considered accuracy when they received shell-barging training!
The whole advantage of an ambush lies in the surprise first strike.
Hu Yi instilled the concept into the soldiers of the Ninth Battalion that the speed and quantity of bullet consumption completely determine the effect of the ambush and the amount of casualties caused to the enemy.
If it weren't for the fact that it was difficult to carry a spear during the nighttime breakout, many soldiers would have been reluctant to use it.
Of course, exceptions are those who like to show off.
No, doesn’t the magazine of the shell gun need to be changed?
A soldier without a rifle has no other weapons at hand.
The double magazines, which had been temporarily staggered and tied together before the battle started, had to be quickly turned around and inserted into the gun case.
After all, everyone has a different rate of fire, so it is almost impossible to tell whether there is any interruption in the firepower from the sound.
The overwhelming sound of gunfire was as dense as heavy rain. It seemed that the soldiers of the special service group were complaining, and finally stopped.
Yes, it stopped. There is no one that is still ringing.
Twelve barges and a Czech machine gun were like the sound of nature, playing a magnificent song of hell in the canyon.
The howling mountain wind could not take away the heavy smoke.
The sun has shone into the canyon, and the horses and mules are neighing at the stalls on the mountain road.
The strange chirping of birds continued, and the blood mist finally became a piece.
Only the machine gun that had changed its shooting position twice in a row was left, still arrogant...
In the interval between clicking and firing, there was a clicking sound of bullets being loaded into the magazine among the rocks...
Madman Yang looked at Mancang, who was slightly lower in front of him. The sight of the Tomosaka rifle in his hand was once again set behind a stone not far away, and a helmet was pointing the gun at Mancang.
boom...
Before the devil pulled the trigger, a bullet pierced the devil's eye like a poisonous snake...
All the half-kneeling Japanese were lying down, and most of them were twitching.
The Japanese in the baggage train team who found cover cursed miserably in their hearts, cursing their front-line comrades who said that the dirt road was vulnerable.
He braved the heavy rain of bullets and raised his gun to fight back.
He knew clearly that he would be hit if he fired, but he still kept going.
Few lay behind rocks and pretended to be dead.
An unusually young, even child-like face, staring eyes red with gunpowder smoke, his face pressed against the violently vibrating butt of the machine gun, feeling the moxibustion heat coming from the barrel.
The body of the machine gun is controlled mechanically to rotate slowly, like a bloodthirsty devil's shooting trajectory, and it is pursuing the khaki figure who is still moving and raising the gun to fight back.
The bullet hit the stone with crackling crackles, and stone chips flew everywhere. The back-and-forth trajectory of the bullet made the Japanese behind the stone dare not even raise their heads.
When it feels like the machine gun is receding, and the Japs elite behind the stone pulls their rifles and prepares to poke their head out again to kill the enemy machine gunner, a rifle bullet can always be accurately shot into the face of the elite.
Mancang pulled out the magazine and threw it to Li Laosi next to him, then quickly inserted a new magazine like an emotionless machine.
Pull the trigger again, and the ballistic trajectory will look from left to right again for the enemy who is still fighting back.
The number of corpses on the ground gradually increased, and the number of retaliatory gunshots became less and less.
The shell gun no longer lay flat across the body and fired continuously. After being inserted into the holster slot, it began to fire randomly one after another.
Liu Manhe held up the shell gun stuck in the holster, feeling a little unhappy.
Because there are almost no living targets on the other side.
I didn't have to explain anything, but the arrogant machine gunners of the ninth battalion next to me dared to hit the legs of mules and horses...
Just as I thought about it for a while, I saw two gray figures holding broadswords and charging toward the Japanese team who had no longer fired back...
Liu Manhe was startled: "Fuck, they charge without rifles? Rifle team, hurry up and catch up with your bayonets..."
When the soldiers of the Ninth Battalion rushed to the mountain road, the gunfire from the special agent squad finally stopped.
There were twenty or thirty corpses of Japanese soldiers lying on the road, and the remaining thirty or so people who had been shot were twitching and howling miserably on the ground.
The soldiers of the Ninth Battalion were in groups of three, and the ones carrying shell guns were already firing at the Japanese on the ground.
A soldier from the special agent group said with a dark face: "This guy has such a big hole in his head, and you still need to refill it. Do you think the bullets are easy to come by?"
Li Laosi was a little embarrassed: "Our platoon leader said that only a dead enemy is a good enemy."
"Then, does a Japanese who has half of his head taken off be considered a good enemy?"
"Uh...I got this right. When I see the Japanese, I can't help but want to shoot him..."
"You prodigal son, don't you know how to stab me with a bayonet?"
"I don't have a bayonet!"
"Then the big knife on your back...is used to light the fire?"
"Hey, where did you come from, bastard, do you want to take care of Master Dao's affairs?"
"What? Whose father do you think you are?" This person thought that Li Laosi was talking about Master Dao... After all, there were quite a few people in the Eighth Route Army with this title.
"Oh, whoever calls me a Taoist master, I am their master..."
This member of the secret service team quit. Anyway, the student team has come up to clean up the battlefield, and they are going to grab Li Laosi's chest.
A few days after Li Laosi thought of joining the Eighth Route Army, he first ran away, and then ran away. Although the fight was a happy one, this battle was completely based on the requirements of the junior sister platoon leader. If he saw this person and wanted to take action, if he didn't give them Take a look at the color, and you will look down on your senior brother in the future. He stretched out his hands into claws and made a sweeping movement with his feet, preparing to knock this person down.
But he didn't expect that this man was also a practitioner. He exerted force on his feet and turned his body slightly. Their calves immediately collided violently...
(At the end of this chapter, Hu Yi and Yatou are not here, so the battle will be simpler)
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