The sound of tom tom tom was very shocking!
My ears are filled with the violent noise of machine guns!
The bolt hits back and forth, the warhead rotates at high speed and rubs against the barrel of the gun, and the gunpowder gas pushes the warhead out of the muzzle with a roar.
The bullet casings continued to fall and made crisp impact sounds without stopping.
The warehouse is full of heavy machine guns that are constantly firing, like a high-speed harvester.
Watching the patches of immature sorghum fall, the militiamen who were hiding next to the heavy guns were heartbroken with one hand holding the gun, the other hand around their heads, and their arms and palms covering their ears at the same time.
Yes, I will definitely get a complaint from the column leader later, saying that Battalion Commander Hu allowed his men to destroy the people's crops.
It is impossible for a heavy machine gun to break all the sorghum poles in a field.
However, the penetrating power of machine gun bullets is so strong that one bullet can break almost thirty to fifty sorghum poles.
Mancang silently calculated in his mind, and with the gap between the sorghum poles, most bullets could not even fly thirty meters!
That is, it is just around the limit range for ordinary people to throw grenades.
The ballistic trajectory has no target at all, and it is very difficult to hit the puppet soldiers lying on the ground, just to prevent the puppet soldiers from firing a shot north, let alone running north.
The main purpose of the gunfire was to give the puppet army the illusion that the Eighth Route Army would attack from the front.
Luo Fugui was not worried at all.
The reconnaissance work was done well, but he couldn't figure out why the puppet army put up such a formation to seek death.
If you can't figure it out, then it's a waste of time.
Watching the bullets continue to rush out of the muzzle one after another: "Grandma can shoot faster than me, this prodigal son."
Ban Errong was promoted to squad leader, holding a light machine gun and hiding next to the trench where Big Dog had previously ambush.
His mission was to guard against the puppet troops on the northern highway, who would come this way.
on the highway.
The fake battalion commander is dead.
Listening to the constant thump thump thump of heavy machine guns in the south.
The Pseudo First Company went to fight an eight-pronged ambush, and now it should be kicked into stone.
The pseudo second and third company commanders began to make small calculations. According to the principle of succession, the first company commander should be the acting battalion commander.
In the absence of the first company commander, according to the rules, the second company commander should take over the command.
The pseudo-second company commander was beaten to death and refused to act as battalion commander.
I thought to myself, if the agent is really established, the chief officer is killed, and all the supplies are robbed by the Eighth Route Army, life will definitely be difficult when we go back.
Moreover, the Eighth Route Army was fighting against each other again in front of him. The Eighth Route Army he met this time was definitely the main force!
He didn't think he had the commanding ability to drive away the imperial troops with armored vehicles.
After pushing each other for a long time with the third company commander, I suddenly remembered the platoon leader Wang Xiaogui who had an injured arm.
After muttering, the two company commanders looked at each other: he is the most suitable person to take the blame.
As for whether the regiment commander will let him continue to act as battalion commander after returning, he will be punished just for the crime of causing me to lose supplies.
When Wang Xiaogui killed the battalion commander, no one saw it except the man lying next to him.
With bullets whizzing above their heads, who has time to care about others except for their own lives?
So the battalion commander's godson, platoon commander Wang Xiaogui, was pushed out to act as battalion commander!
His arm was stabbed by the battalion commander's henchman, but someone saw it.
As for why, this is the battalion commander’s housework.
Some people also secretly speculated that most of the battalion commander's confidants wanted to be the battalion commander.
Now that the battalion commander is dead, I want to strike first.
As a result, his body was raised a bit and he was hit by eight stray bullets.
Wang Xiaogui thought he was going to die, but he didn't expect to be pushed to the position of battalion commander inexplicably.
What the second company commander meant was that if the young battalion commander did not take up his post, he would be unable to kneel down here.
The third company commander is even more ruthless. If you refuse, I will lead my brothers to kneel down until the end of the world.
After all, I went to a military academy, so I still have the ability to adapt to changes and basic command.
Remember the names of the people who squatted next to you when you fired back. No matter whether they saw you shooting or not, you must avoid future troubles.
I heard the heavy machine gun fire of the Eighth Route Army to the south.
Then the first order was issued: "The first company has gone to pursue the pursuit. The terrain in the Gaoliang field is complicated. First, gather the team to set up defenses and put up warnings on the spot to prevent the Eighth Route Army from attacking again."
All the puppet soldiers nodded, well, this order did not mention revenge on the battalion commander.
Then the second order was issued: "Save the injured brother first."
All the puppet soldiers nodded, yes, this order is not bad. There was no mention of avenging his godfather.
The third order: "Wait until the first company commander comes back and return the command to him."
All the puppet soldiers clapped their hands and applauded: "Young Battalion Commander gave these three orders well!"
Everyone, sit here and see how you can ambush Tubalu.
As a result, the puppet troops began to pull out their personal tools and dig foxholes at the edge of the sorghum fields, install sandbags to set up machine gun emplacements, and then crawl forward to guard both sides of the highway.
Half of his ears heard the sound of digging on the road to the north: "Hey, big dog, what do you think the puppet troops are doing?"
"Why are you digging your own grave?"
"It's a flat land, with no village in front and no shops in the back, no mountains, no water, and roads that thousands of people travel on. The feng shui of this place is really bad." Half Ear muttered.
boom.
The originally clear sky suddenly started to be filled with dark clouds.
As the sorghum poles continue to fall, the north is getting brighter and brighter.
Finally, the puppet soldiers who were ambushing began to feel something was wrong: Is this person going to use a heavy machine gun to cut off all this sorghum land?
I really can't get used to the arrogant and intrusive sound of heavy machine guns.
Throw a grenade high to the north
I know I can't throw it that far, but I still have to give him some color to see if it's okay.
Has the heavy machine gun shooting really stopped?
The man who threw the grenade couldn't help but dared to look at it.
Tum-tum-tum.
Following the direction of the observer, the heavy machine gun adjusted its muzzle position and fired again in the direction where the grenade was thrown.
A bullet broke dozens of sorghum poles, passed through the gaps between countless sorghum stalks, ran about a hundred meters away, and burrowed into this man's eye socket.
Ah. This guy covered his eyes and screamed, with water seeping out of his hands and bleeding.
He probably only knows where the warhead stopped.
Madman Yang did not know the specific location of the puppet troops.
From the smoke rising from the grenades thrown by the puppet troops when they hit the ground and exploded, the location where the puppet troops were hiding could be roughly determined.
It's not that the puppet troops didn't set up battlefield security, but the security posts were afraid of death and didn't run very far.
The puppet soldiers who were hiding on the edge after cutting some sorghum stalks saw a figure wearing a military uniform similar to theirs appear. They thought it was the messenger assigned by the battalion commander: "Hey, what are you doing here?"
boom.
The soldiers acting as vanguards raised their guns and started shooting.
Then, a grenade was thrown by the soldier next to him.
The soldiers at the end of the three groups immediately stepped forward to fill their positions, raised their guns and started fighting again.
Only one rifle fires, and although its suppression ability is poor, its sustainability is good.
Madman Yang taught the soldiers a new assault tactic, which was different from the previous conventional three-by-three system.
The tactics are not rigid and vary depending on the number of enemies.
If there are only one or two enemies, use grenade and rifle shooting to maintain firepower until the enemy is killed.
There are three to five enemies, and the vanguard will always remain standing or half-crouched to attract enemy fire.
That means sacrificing yourself to buy time for your comrades next to you to find cover, thereby gaining the opportunity to eliminate more enemies.
Crazy Yang also said that as long as you are shot in time, at least half of them will not die.
Because only being hit in the head and heart by the enemy will kill you immediately. As for whether what he said is accurate, I don’t know yet.
Anyway, I heard that many soldiers were shot in the head and survived.
But if the blood vessels in your neck are interrupted, you will definitely die!
Therefore, shrinking the neck has become a common practice for top soldiers.
If the enemy exceeds this number.
Then let's run away for our lives first and wish ourselves better luck.
Then wait for the fire team from behind to come up.
Use grenades, grenades, and machine gun firepower to inflict heavy damage on the enemy.
The actions of the puppet army cannot be judged based on common sense.
Facing the Eighth Route Army, which could drive away Japanese armored vehicles.
They only put individual soldiers on guard outside the battlefield.
Many Eighth Route Army ambushes were carried out by ordinary people who posted warning posts through message trees on the periphery.
(End of chapter)
