The shell gun is a semi-automatic pistol.
Continuous shooting requires continuous pulling of the trigger.
Bullets rained down on the unsuspecting group of Japs in the darkness.
The target order selection is very simple. First kill the Japanese guard post holding the gun.
Then shoot one by one from near to far.
Individual assault tactics do not involve one person charging. They usually consist of three people. One person conducts the frontal assault, one person provides fire cover, and one person is on guard as backup.
Mainly suitable for urban street fighting.
A person charging at more than 30 Japanese soldiers is a death-defying act in everyone's eyes.
Although the Japanese engineers are not a combat unit, their basic tactical literacy is still good.
The engineers and soldiers were working, and there were Japanese infantry on guard as usual.
The Japanese infantrymen who reacted, knowing that they were already at a disadvantage when raising their guns, still quickly drew their guns and pulled the bolts towards Yang Chengzhi.
Trying to stop the night attackers with flesh and blood.
Yang Chengzhi was focused on nothing. He remembered that the theoretical maximum rate of fire of the shell gun was 900 rounds per minute!
Once, while training in the Military Police Regiment, Liu Yuanqing once reached an astonishing maximum rate of fire of 80 rounds during a ten-meter target test of a shell gun, including three times to change the magazine.
If the gun bore could not withstand the high heat generated by the gunpowder gas when the bullet is fired and may explode, the rate of fire would have been increased by at least twice!
There is another reason why it can only reach one-tenth of the theoretical rate of fire in actual combat. Human wrists cannot withstand the recoil of continuous shooting.
Crazy Yang's arm muscles tightened, and he tried hard to maintain the firing rate of two shots per second and then pause for one second, charging into the Japanese herd like a hungry wolf.
As the shell's muzzle shot continued to rise and then sink, the three Japs who rushed towards him and hurriedly raised their guns were almost all shot twice and knocked down.
Madman Yang continued to shoot, targeting the Japanese engineers who had not yet recovered.
His legs slowly crossed, and he moved forward step by step, with a steady pace, ignoring the Japanese engineer who fell twitching at his feet after being shot.
He believed that no one could fight back after being shot twice in the body at such a close range!
One after another, Japanese engineers fell down, whether they were looking for useless cover on the spot, or trying to get up and escape.
Nineteen, twenty.
After counting the last two numbers, Madman Yang quickly removed the magazine, quickly changed the direction and inserted the full magazine end into the shell gun.
At this time, he didn't even think about whether the Japanese guarding the green gauze tents on both sides of the road would come.
Killing people like hemp means quantity. It is impossible to kill people without blinking an eye without a bit of abnormal psychology.
Seeing one enemy after another fall under the muzzle of the gun, Madman Yang felt a burst of joy in his heart for no reason.
Amidst the raucous screams of the Japanese, he once again stepped over a Japanese corpse and shouted: "Commander...Brothers, I have avenged you!"
The speed machine was empty of forty rounds, and he pulled out another shell gun.
With a short magazine, ten rounds of bullets were fired in almost three seconds. The last magazine was inserted and the gun fired again.
There were still two Japs crawling to the west and getting into the green gauze tent.
No one thought that someone would dare to sneak into the most heavily guarded place where the Imperial Army's supplies were located.
The Japs holding pickaxes and shovels just wanted to avoid the ferocious hail of bullets.
There are no people in this world who are not afraid of death, let alone these Japanese engineers and soldiers who have made a fortune.
The Japanese who were on guard eastward in the green gauze tent suddenly heard the sound of dense shell gunfire on the road behind them.
Realizing that Eighth Route Army was sneaking in again, he turned around and ran towards the road behind him.
Unfortunately, it takes time to walk through the dense green gauze tents.
Seeing that all the Japanese lying on the ground were shot at least twice, Madman Yang remained surprisingly calm.
He knew very well that when he heard the gunfire, the Japanese on guard in the green gauze tent must have gathered here.
A normal person's reaction would definitely be to rush into the green gauze tent immediately.
A person who is not even afraid of death is naturally extremely bold.
So, he didn't do that.
Then he turned around and pounced forward, pulling up the body of a still twitching Japanese engineer in front of him and placing it in front of him.
"What bad luck!" He cursed lowly, and after touching for a long time, he found that the corpse of the Japanese engineer in front of him did not have a grenade hanging on his chest.
He easily pulled off the rifle behind him and pulled the bolt to check the magazine, which was full of ammunition.
Quickly point to Qingsha Zhang on the west side of the highway.
Then, take off the four grenades on your chest and arrange them in a row.
His face was covered with a gas mask and he couldn't breathe easily.
Madman Yang opened it and felt that the smell of garlic in the air was very weak, so he simply tore it off and threw it aside.
He looked up at the car a few meters away, where ammunition boxes were piled.
He quickly took out the shell gun bullets in his backpack and began to put one round after another into the extracted magazine.
Not far from his face, a ghost who was still alive was in a state of shock. Looking at the murderous god in front of him, he almost forgot about the severe pain coming from the two wounds in his chest and abdomen. All he could think about was the previous ruthless killing of this man in front of him.
"Enemy attack. Ah." He stared with big eyes, struggled desperately and screamed, so that the blood from the wound flowed out faster.
The guy who yelled before the meeting, Madman Yang remembered that this guy was shot twice in the chest and abdomen.
Instead of shooting back, he grinned at this guy.
Looking at that devilish smile, the Japanese engineer was immediately frightened and his eyes suddenly went dark.
Coupled with excessive blood loss, this man's brain entered a permanent state of sleep protection.
Uh. That's what is usually called being scared out of your mind.
Madman Yang occasionally raised his head to look around at the screaming and squirming Japanese soldiers, and had no time to refill his guns one by one.
Continue lying on the ground and slowly loading bullets into the magazine.
However, his movements didn't seem very neat.
Finally, half of the clips tied together were filled, and he quickly turned the clips around and continued to press the bullets again.
Be meticulous and orderly
The trio of Japanese soldiers who were the first to rush out from the green gauze tent acted quickly and vigilantly.
Two people were on guard with guns drawn, and one person was observing the situation.
Under the dim moonlight, beside the overturned car, there were imperial soldiers lying on the newly built sidewalk.
It feels like at least half of them are still moving, probably due to twitching.
"Alert!" the leading Japanese soldier shouted.
Then he subconsciously ran towards the group of Japanese who were lying on the ground.
Hope there is still one alive.
The Japanese, armed with guns on guard, ran onto the road, pointing their guns at one side of the road and swinging them left and right to prevent anyone from shooting illegally in the green gauze tent.
Subconsciously, he thought that he must have become the target of the opponent hiding in the darkness at this time, but his scalp was numb but he had to do this.
It seems like you didn't hear the gunshot?
Soon, another trio of Japanese soldiers emerged from the green gauze tent on the west side of the highway, their guns waving.
The muzzle of the gun was immediately pointed at the three Japs on the road and he shouted: "Put down the gun!"
"Report to Sergeant Jiuwei, it's me!" The guarding Japanese soldier who almost pulled the trigger was frightened to death and hurriedly whispered: "When our team came over, we didn't find any enemies!"
"Search immediately! Find out the situation!" Sergeant Jiuwei heard the voice of his own men and immediately ordered.
"Report, there are survivors!" The first-class soldier who was feeling the carotid artery on the ground turned around and shouted.
"What's going on?" Hearing the sound, the sergeant jumped onto the road and ran to squat next to the superior soldier.
A Japs who had been shot twice but was not completely dead. His lungs were mangled by the bullets and he could not speak. He had to raise his hand and point to Madman Yang's position, and with all his strength, one word burst out of his mouth: "Enemy"
"Enemy attack." Crazy Yang, who was not far away, suddenly opened his mouth and screamed strangely.
He threw a grenade that smashed his hood towards the Japanese who had been on alert.
Then he emerged from behind the hidden Japanese corpse, with the rifle in his hand aimed at the body of the sergeant who was only five or six meters away.
The shell gun was weak. In such a close range attack just now, half of the Japanese were still moving.
Ba Gouer.
The close-range black gun came too suddenly.
The sergeant glanced at his chest and back and fell down in response.
On the narrow road, the four Japanese soldiers who came one after another immediately discovered the muzzle flash.
The rifle shook rapidly and tried to point at Crazy Yang.
The superior soldier squatting on the ground was so frightened that he sat down on the ground: "Mom."
Ba Gouer.
A bullet came from the junction of Qingsha Zhang and the highway.
Zhang Xiaodao, who finally followed along the highway, finally started firing the rifle in his hand.
Madman Yang pulled the bolt to eject the cartridge case, loaded the cartridge and fired again.
He beat the Japanese who was sitting on the ground and called his mother.
The Japanese guard who was on guard was not far away. At this time, he had his gun aimed at Madman Yang, and the two shot bullets one after the other.
The Japs were shot in the chest, and the Japs corpse in front of Madman Yang blocked the shot for Madman Yang who shrank back.
Another group of three people appeared in the green gauze tent on the west side of the highway.
Madman Yang didn't care about him this time.
Throw a grenade directly at the trio of Japs coming over.
The Japanese who rushed out moved a little slower, because they first encountered the Japanese engineers who had escaped. At this time, they found that the situation was different from what the engineers had described, and they were a little confused.
At this time, without caring about who was the target, he opened fire directly on the Japanese sentry who was standing and shooting at Zhang Xiaodao.
He didn't notice at all, but a grenade rolled out from under his feet.
boom.
The road was briefly quiet again.
Madman Yang threw a satchel full of grenades next to the overturned car.
There were stacks of ammunition boxes that the Japanese engineers had previously moved from the overturned car.
There is a skull on the fork above, which is not obvious in the moonlight.
Madman Yang could see clearly in the flash of the grenade explosion just now!
However, I did not see the Japanese heavy mortars.
"Run!" he shouted after throwing the grenade, and then plunged into the green gauze tent on the west side of the highway.
Zhang Xiaodao, who was lying on the side of the highway embankment on guard, did not hesitate to follow him.
As soon as the two figures disappeared, another trio of vigilant Japs appeared from not far away.
Boom boom boom.
Don't tell me what a miracle, one class even had eight soldiers carrying eight gun towers. If you don't accept it, you can search it yourself. Lu Junsheng killed twenty-seven of them by himself.
(End of chapter)
