After running out of the city gate to the west, the bandits started to slow down after a quick run.
My mood gradually relaxed, and I even looked back occasionally.
Facing the fear of the unknown, no one in the bustling and chaotic bandit team broke away from the team and ran to both sides of the road.
Guns were fired everywhere in the dark, and leaving the team meant facing the fear alone.
Taking advantage of the light emanating from the county town's bright sky, the bandits, who changed from running to walking quickly, began to inquire about each other's news.
The noisy bandits formed a long line on the road.
The team slowly surged westward.
The bandit who was walking at the front saw what seemed to be a dark shadow on the company: "Hey, when did this thing look like a grave bag appear on this highway?"
After saying that, several bandit soldiers next to him just raised their guns and were ready to see what happened.
A tongue of fire began to shine in the dark night.
Boom boom…
The sound of the 79 Maxim heavy machine gun firing was extraordinary. Faced with the sudden movement, the bandit soldiers subconsciously fell to the ground.
When the bandit soldier at the western end fell to the ground, he was already unconscious.
Heavy machine gun!
There are two in the headquarters, and I saw the power of this guy during a live-fire training.
The big guy left a really deep impression on everyone. Listening to the sound deep in the memory, it seems to come from hell.
The bandit soldiers who were lying down half way wished they could turn into Tu Xingsun and burrow into the soil.
The heavy machine gun glowed with the aura of death, and Mancang's thumb grasping the grip and pressing the trigger kept trembling with the death machine.
The canvas belt jumped happily and was stuffed into the gun. The beating tripod rubbed back and forth against the reinforced sandbag, and the hot cartridge case slid forward from under the water barrel.
Heavy machine gun bullets have extremely terrifying stopping power on the human body. As long as the body is hit by one bullet, the body is at least seriously injured. Most of them are killed on the spot, and their limbs are broken off by bullets.
There was no need to pause in the middle. The bullets fired continuously with a rampant howl became a life harvester. The bullets raged through the crowd of bandits lying on the ground, breaking their heads and backs, penetrating their arms and breaking their legs.
Occasionally, bullets hit the metal parts of the weapons in the hands and backs of the bandits, causing little sparks to fly.
The raging ballistic path plowed from the front of the position more than ten meters to the city gate like a plow, tearing apart any body that hindered the bullet's advancement, crashing into the ground, and finally crashing into the city gate hole.
Mancang raised the handle slightly, and began to pull the projectile outward from the city gate hole, spraying death curses wildly.
Amidst the frantic shooting sounds, most of the bandits on the ground even completely forgot that they should roll into the ditch next to the highway. The highway of more than 100 meters almost became a purgatory on earth.
As soon as the heavy machine gun fired, grenades began to be thrown down from the city gate building.
The purpose is very simple, so that the bandits who are following behind and running out of the city can't figure out what is happening outside the city gate!
Behind the simple light machine gun position formed by three sandbags next to the heavy machine gun, Dirty Face held the Czech machine gun body in his hand, stuck his head out from the sandbags, and looked at the scene on the road.
Familiar scenes began to appear in his mind. At some point, he was shot at by a Japanese 92 heavy machine gun. The depressing feeling gradually made him feel irritable.
His head suddenly retracted, and his face was buried directly in the sand that had just been dug out from behind and pushed in front of the sandbag.
The deputy shooter lying next to him was startled and quickly pulled out his dirty face buried in the sand: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Dirty Face was breathing heavily, his mouth and nose were filled with sand, and he coughed violently. It took him a while to get out of that scene.
This feeling was so depressing that I suddenly jumped up, grabbed the Czech machine gun on the sandbag in front of me and subconsciously aimed it at the heavy machine gun base that was shooting next to me.
The deputy shooter next to him was startled and grabbed the barrel of the gun and lifted it up: "Hey, what are you going to do?"
Da da da.
A three-point shot shot into the sky.
The dirty face who grabbed the machine gun and the deputy shooter fell down.
Hu Yi, who was standing next to him, heard the conversation between the two and realized something was wrong. He crouched over to Dirty Face, grabbed the swinging tripod of the light machine gun with one hand, raised his leg and kicked Dirty Face on the helmet-wearing head.
Then he ordered the deputy shooter next to him: "Take away his weapon and drag him to the ditch behind to keep a close eye on him."
The heavy machine gun at the machine gun base didn't stop at all until the last cartridge case of the 250-round bullet chain slipped from the front of the gun barrel.
The sound of gunfire did not last long, maybe more than a minute. To the bandits on the highway, it was their entire life.
On the south side of the heavy machine gun, Hu Yi readjusted the Czech machine gun.
Da da da.
The sound of the three-point shot was much clearer, and the target could not be seen clearly in the darkness. He didn't care whether he could hit the target, as long as he suppressed the bandits lying on the ground and did not dare to get up.
"This scene is really big." The Fourth Route Army company commander next to Hu Yi stared wide-eyed, holding the rifle tightly in his hand.
As a representative of students studying and communicating with the Anti-Japanese University, his superiors did not arrange any specific tasks. Captain Hu had previously asked him to lead people to clean up the battlefield.
It feels bad to be looked down upon.
Looking at the bullet casings that kept jumping out of the machine gun in Hu Yi's hand, he finally blushed.
The newly formed Fourth Route Army is active between the enemy-occupied areas and the Kuomintang-controlled areas. They are really poor. They are the ones being talked about.
I heard before that the heavy machine gun can fire two hundred and fifty rounds of ammunition per minute. The ammunition in the hands of the soldiers of his company is only enough for the students to fire for one minute.
I don’t know when I will be able to have such a big killer.
The light machine gun in Hu Yi's hand stopped firing.
Tom.
There was a muffled sound.
Suddenly a bright spot appeared in the sky, extremely bright.
Flares!
Just because you don’t have it doesn’t mean you haven’t seen it
I knew about the existence of this thing when I was raided by the Japanese.
My ears had not yet adapted to the suddenly quiet battlefield in the west of the city, and the gunfire from the direction of the county town seemed very far away.
The company commander subconsciously followed the photo and turned his head. The surviving bandit soldiers on the road were struggling, and some of the frightened bandit soldiers staggered to their feet.
Then, rifles began to fire sporadically on both sides of the road. The bandit soldiers who stood up trembled and then fell down again.
The flare finally landed.
The company commander felt his body being hit.
Hu Yi's cold voice came: "Why are you still standing there? Clean the battlefield quickly, you only have five minutes."
The company commander came back to his senses and waved to the soldiers behind him who were also in a state of confusion: "Come on, everyone. When cleaning the battlefield, capture the prisoners first. If you encounter resistance, shoot them on the spot. Those lying on the ground must replenish their guns. Observers pay attention to the time. Everyone should get off the road immediately after the flashlight flashes. After two flashes, they must be ten meters away from the road. After three flashes, the heavy machine gun will fire again. Go ahead."
Torches were lit one after another: "Come on" and "Hand your gun and don't kill"
“The Eighth Route Army treats prisoners preferentially” and “kill them”
The bandit soldiers crawling hard on the road have no intention of fighting back at this time. They will do whatever you ask them to do.
Hu Yi pressed the full magazine into the Czech gun.
He walked to the back and looked at the deputy shooter next to the dirty face: "Is he awake?"
The dirty-faced look was still divergent, and he murmured: "Sir Hu, I'm sorry."
Hu Yi patted Dirty Face on the shoulder: "You can't do this next time."
Mancang took the bullet belt handed over by the deputy shooter and put it into the gun. He pushed the gun forward and pulled the canvas belt. After the gun returned to its position, he pushed it forward and pulled the belt again. After a clear metal sound, , the bolt returns.
He reached out and touched the thick machine gun barrel. It was a little hot. Judging from the feeling, he should be able to shoot an ammunition belt.
He took the water bottle from the soldier next to him, took a swig from his mouth, then sat on the sandbag next to him with his eyes closed and waited.
He did not go to see the scene of battlefield cleaning on the highway.
Because he knew what the scene was without even looking.
There was no expression on the young face, like a machine.
The thumb was still trembling subconsciously, as if waiting to adapt to the vibration of the next trigger press.
