The angry little devil launched a revenge-style attack. The firepower was really overwhelming, including grenade bombing and machine gun suppression. The Eighth Route Army was unable to take the lead at all.
There is no way, the equipment of the first company is too backward. There were no machine guns, no grenade launchers, and no cannon. There are only dozens of outdated old guns, and they simply don't have the strength to fight against the little devils.
Captain Niu's fighting style was also very simple. He just stayed in the trench and fought with the Japs, and when the Japs rushed up, he would fight them with bayonets.
With the numerical advantage, perhaps, is it possible to win?
Overhead, the bullets flew past with the sound of wind, and the soldiers hid in the trenches, not daring to show their heads at all.
At this time, the gun in Wang Hao's hand had returned to the soldier's hand, and he could only hide in the trench and tremble.
Yes, he didn't even know that he had killed the little devil's squad leader. He was also scolded by the veteran soldier.
At this time, Wang Hao felt very regretful. Why did he touch a gun when he had nothing to do? He also accidentally set off the little devils, which was like poking a hornet's nest.
Now the trouble is big, even if he doesn't die in this battle, he will still be punished.
At this time, Captain Niu was completely in no mood to come to Wang Hao.
He was screaming crazily there.
"Hurry up, hurry up, the devil is close, the devil is coming up, hit me, hit me hard."
One soldier after another stood up under the pressure, stretched out his gun, and shot at the Japanese in front.
But before they fired a few shots, their heads tilted and they fell on the trench.
The Japanese are getting closer and closer, and the fighting is getting more and more fierce.
Dozens of soldiers armed with various old guns and even old blunderbuss were unable to withstand the Japanese attack.
The soldier who had just lent his gun to Wang Hao suddenly tilted his head and was half wiped out by the heavy machine gun bullet. He lay down in the trench with a plop.
"brother."
Wang Hao's eyes widened.
The brother who was chatting with him just now suddenly disappeared.
Wang Hao clenched his fists.
"Your sister's little devil, I will fight with you."
"Killing one is enough to earn money, killing two is profitable."
Wang Hao grabbed the soldier's medium-sized rifle.
"Brother, just wait, I will definitely avenge you."
Wang Hao held the rifle and wanted to stick his head out of the trench.
But when he saw the bullets flying overhead, he became timid.
Do not laugh.
He has never been on the battlefield.
He was an office worker in his previous life, and in terms of skills, he was at most half a fisherman.
He had only seen things like fighting in movies and TV shows.
Bullets were flying around his head, and if he stuck his head out, it would definitely be blown up.
Wang Hao thought of what he had seen in a short video in his previous life, where the niggas were fighting and sticking out of the trenches with AK47s.
Wang Hao raised his hands, stretched out the Chinese rifle from the trench, and pulled the trigger toward the Japanese.
"bump……"
The gun in Wang Hao's hand rang out. Because of the recoil, Wang Hao also lost his gun.
When a platoon leader and soldiers saw this scene in the distance, they were both angry and funny.
There's no way, it's obvious that this is a new recruit.
What they didn't know was that Wang Hao's shot killed one of the Japs' heavy machine gunners.
The platoon leader ran over and shouted: "Kid, if you don't know how to shoot, don't shoot. Come on, hit me with a grenade, but don't stick your head out, you know?"
There is nothing the platoon leader can do. What else can you expect from such a new recruit?
Wang Hao looked at the platoon leader, nodded fiercely, picked up a grenade, pulled the string, and threw it towards the position in front.
"boom……"
The grenade exploded in the air, directly destroying one of the Japanese machine gun groups. All the Japs in the machine gun team were dead.
"Fuck."
The platoon leader stretched out his head to look at the position in front, then looked back at Wang Hao. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Is this okay?
Wang Hao had no idea what earth-shattering thing he had done. He fired a grenade and threw it out.
This guy can throw this grenade very far. Wang Hao didn't know why the body he traveled through was so strong.
After the grenade was thrown out, it flew forward. As if it had eyes, it landed directly on the head of a Japanese grenade and exploded with a bang.
One of the Japanese grenade groups was directly scrapped again.
"What the hell."
The platoon leader was shocked again. Even the soldiers next to him were stunned.
"Good job, boy. Come again, harder, faster."
Wang Hao was encouraged and immediately fired another grenade and threw it out.
There was just a bang, and the Japanese's light machine gun group was also scrapped.
At this point, the two machine gun groups on the Japs side were completely out of business.
This is a reinforced squad of the Japanese, with one heavy machine gun, one light machine gun, and two grenades.
Now, only one grenade can still be fired.
At this time, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were also under great pressure, and they stretched out their heads to fight with the little devils.
"Hey, boy, how did you do that?"
The platoon leader ran to Wang Hao and asked in surprise.
Wang Hao looked at the platoon leader in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"
The platoon leader was delighted.
"Hey... you don't know yet, right? You killed two Japanese machine gun groups and a grenade group. Haha, it's really yours."
"What?"
Wang Hao also widened his eyes.
real or fake?
Is this okay?
I was just playing around with it!
The platoon leader looked at him and laughed.
"You boy, you are really a lucky star in our company! Because of these grenades of yours, the battle is much easier to fight now. Haha..."
The soldier next to him also glanced at Wang Hao gratefully, then stretched out his head to kill the little devil.
All the machine guns on the little devil's side have been killed, and it will take time to adjust. Now they are much less stressed.
The little devil's charge was also temporarily suppressed.
Wang Hao ignored the platoon leader, picked up the medium-grade rifle just now, and lay down on the trench.
There were no more bullets flying over his head. Wang Hao stretched out his head and pointed his gun at a Japanese soldier.
There was nothing I could do, this Japanese soldier screamed the loudest and most conspicuously.
The platoon leader ran over and lay down next to him, saying loudly: "Boy, you don't know how to shoot, so just keep throwing grenades!"
Before he finished speaking, the gun in Wang Hao's hand rang out.
"bump……"
The Japanese military officer who was still clamoring to kill him just now tilted his head, was shot in the middle of his eyebrow, and fell directly to the ground.
"Fuck."
The platoon leader wiped his eyes and his eyes widened.
Is this called not being able to shoot?
When they teach new recruits, they teach them how to fight Japanese soldiers. Because the body area is large, the hit rate will be much greater.
However, the kid in front of me didn't want to shoot him. If he did, he would hit him between the eyebrows.
Is this called not being able to shoot?
Wang Hao was also a little confused. He killed a Japanese sergeant with his first shot.
Could it be that I am a born sharpshooter?
