"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
…
The Hanyang creation in Zhang Yang's hand never stopped, and bullets flew out one after another.
The heads of the Japs' gunners and machine gunners were like moving targets in front of Zhang Yang.
The little devil's morale plummeted.
[Congratulations to the host for completing the task, the reward has been distributed to the virtual space. 】
[Main mission: Kill all enemy soldiers and defend our position. Rewards: 50mm mortar*1, artillery shells*5,000 rounds; MG08 heavy machine gun*1, 5,000 bullets. 】
Zhang Yang's eyes lit up when he heard the rewards of the new mission.
"Scholar, Wang Dali, Zhang Fugui, you three come here!"
Zhang Yang roared, and the three men came towards Zhang Yang's position with their weapons in hand and their waists bent.
The scholar was right next to Zhang Yang, and he arrived at Zhang Yang's side in a few strides.
Wang Dali and Zhang Fugui were not slow either.
The faces of the three people were blackened by gunpowder smoke, like workers digging coal underground.
The original color of the military uniform on his body was no longer visible under the baptism of artillery fire. There were even two clearly visible holes in Wang Dali's military uniform.
"Platoon commander, are you looking for us?"
The three of them came to Zhang Yang's side and asked.
"You three-part operation will distribute two boxes of bullets to each of the brothers!"
Zhang Yang didn't say much and went straight to the topic.
"Choke~"
Zhang Yang didn't feel anything wrong when he said this, but the three big men beside him all swallowed their saliva when they heard what he said.
"Two boxes of bullets~"
You must know that when they first entered the battlefield, Zhang Yang only gave each of them a box of bullets.
One box contains twenty-five rounds, and two boxes have fifty rounds.
"Platoon leader, are you getting rich?"
Wang Dali had well-developed limbs and always spoke straightforwardly. No, when the scholar and Wang Fugui were still speculating secretly, he asked directly.
"What's the point of getting rich? I just want you to fight the devils for me. Don't look back and say that I'm short of your ammunition!"
Zhang Yang rolled his eyes upward and gave Wang Dali a big roll of his eyes.
"hey-hey……"
Wang Dali was not angry even after being given a big eye roll, and showed a standard eight-tooth smile towards Zhang Yang.
"Okay, act quickly and tell the brothers, don't just fight the Japanese. You also need to pay attention to your own safety. Those stupid cannonballs are not vegetarian..."
As soon as Zhang Yang gave his instructions, Wang Dali and the others immediately understood.
The Japs' grenade is the focus of machine gun fire and the nemesis of the infantry. Its power cannot be underestimated. The Japs have always been proud of it.
The little devil's Type 89 grenade costs just over two hundred yen.
But the cost of a mortar ranges from 2,000 to 5,000 yen.
The key point is that the lethality of this thing is not low, and the killing radius is about eight meters.
The maximum range is up to five hundred meters.
This kind of weapon, which is beautiful in price, light and easy to carry, is not the first choice for little devils.
On the Chinese side, the ace army is equipped with a certain amount of artillery, but the rest of the army is not.
Each team has only a few mortars.
If you are unlucky and encounter the Japanese's heavy firepower team, you will suffer a big loss in terms of artillery fire.
That's why Zhang Yang reminded everyone in advance that they don't know their last name as soon as they have some bullets in their hands.
The three men each led a few soldiers and shuttled through the trenches carrying ammunition boxes.
When the soldiers received the two boxes of ammunition, the smiles on their faces were beyond words, and they were all as happy as if they were celebrating the New Year.
Can you be unhappy? Having bullets means you can kill more Japanese!
Taking advantage of the opportunity when the Japs stopped attacking, the soldiers also rushed to refill their ammunition.
Rounds were loaded into the bridge clip.
The magazine filled with rifle bullets is called a bridge clip, and one bridge clip can hold five rounds of bullets. The bullet bag equipped by the soldiers is divided into seven pockets and can hold seven bridge clips, which is a total of thirty-five rounds of bullets.
Including the five rounds in the gun's magazine, there are only forty rounds of ammunition when it goes on the battlefield.
The soldiers in the miscellaneous team are already considered top-notch if they have this equipment.
Even so, in the eyes of the little devils who are equipped with a large number of artillery on the opposite side, this kind of equipment is not enough.
If Zhang Yang hadn't killed their team leader and caused chaos for them, the little devils would have eaten them long ago.
But the chaos of the Japs will definitely not last long. When they calm down, they will definitely launch a counterattack.
After all, their main force is still there and not all of them have been killed.
This is why Zhang Yang chose to distribute two boxes of bullets to the soldiers.
Sure enough~, after a while, under the leadership of the Japanese corps leader, the little Japanese launched another attack.
The Japanese holding a Type 38 rifle with a bayonet on the front and a plaster flag hanging below the bayonet is the Japanese corps commander.
They are the core of the battlefield attack, and all the Japanese attack based on them.
The Japanese team leader hid behind the bunker and waved the Japanese soldiers forward.
"boom!"
Zhang Yang found the right opportunity and shot the Japanese team leader in half of his head, which was exposed from behind the bunker.
The bullet directly drilled a hole in the Japanese captain's helmet.
The Japanese captain fell to the ground without breathing in an instant, and the ground beneath his body was dyed red with blood.
"Bang, bang, bang~, bang, bang, bang~"
Ammunition was replenished, and the soldiers began to fight back frantically against the little devils.
"Boom, boom~"
The Japs' artillery fire flew straight towards the dense fire point of Zhang Yang's position.
Fortunately, Zhang Yang had already issued warnings in advance, and the soldiers made corresponding preparations in advance.
The Japs' artillery fire only blew up the earth walls and sandbags on both sides of the trench near them.
"Boom, boom~"
The little devil continued to load ammunition into the grenade.
"boom!"
A 7.92-caliber bullet penetrated his chest directly.
The ammunition in his hand fell with a sound and rolled around on the ground.
…
The battle lasted for more than half an hour. Under the stalemate and attack by Zhang Yang and others, the little Japanese chose to retreat.
In this battle with the Japs, seven more soldiers were sacrificed.
But the little Japs didn't get a good deal. Counting the last round of fighting, the Japs lost nearly half of their combat effectiveness.
"Come on, three boxes of bullets per person, whether you can eat 'meat' today depends on them!"
After the little devil put down his hooves and retreated, Zhang Yang gathered the soldiers together.
Their entire company still had several thousand rounds of ammunition left, and Zhang Yang was not stingy and distributed three boxes of ammunition to one person.
In a word: Just do it!
"Thank you, platoon leader, thank you, platoon leader. When have we ever fought such a rich battle? I never dared to think about it before!"
The soldiers happily took the bullets distributed by Zhang Yang and said happily.
"This is a company of bullets. Now we are divided among twenty-nine people. We are quite wealthy!"
Zhang Yang's sarcastic but not sarcastic tone made all the soldiers lower their heads sadly.
Yes, this is the ammunition of the whole company. What they are holding are the ammunition of the brothers who died.
"You don't have to do this. Remember one thing: fight the Japs well and sacrifice your brothers' share. Otherwise, you won't be able to explain to them when you go down, right?" Otherwise, my bullets will not be in vain...
Of course, this sentence cannot be said openly and openly.
The blow just now has suppressed the soldiers' complacency a lot, and if it goes on, it will damage morale. After all, too much is too little, so that's enough.
