The Japanese officer raised one arm and was about to give an order to immediately alert. The moment he opened his mouth, a dull roar suddenly sounded from the ridge a hundred meters away on the west side of the road.
The big lifting pole had to be lit with incense, so Shi Cheng fired the first shot. This roar was the sound of the gunpowder exploding in the barrel of the big lifting pole. Countless granular iron sand and broken nails were pushed out of the heavy muzzle by the fierce force, causing the thick smoke from the explosion to follow and burst out, breaking free from its restraints and spreading in the air, rolling into a strange huge smoke ring, leaving the muzzle and slowly moving forward.
Buzz—
At that moment, the Japanese and puppet soldiers' necks had just twisted halfway following the sound, and before they could understand what was happening, a shadow formed by countless granular objects pounced on them. They swept through the air, making a buzzing sound, and countless buzzing sounds merged together, as if they had life, and began to howl viciously.
Knock, knock, knock... It was as if countless sharp blades were chopping on the wooden board at the same time.
Rustle, rustle... It was as if countless iron needles were piercing into something soft.
A Japanese soldier carrying a grenade launcher stood still, motionless, as if he was nailed in the air. At that moment, from a distance, it seemed that there was no change, but in fact, his military uniform was covered with thousands of tiny holes, and his frozen face was covered with red spots. The iron sand had smashed into his skin and was forever embedded in every bone of his body.
When he fell, his grenadier partner beside him also fell. With them as the center, within a circle of nearly 20 meters, four or five people fell with them. The six or seven people who did not fall suddenly let out a miserable howl at the same time, the kind of miserable howl that was suddenly bitten by several maggots in the body, and twisted their bodies frantically. It would be better for them to die on the spot.
The Czech and Type 99 rifles on the ridge immediately fired, accompanied by a fierce and rapid burst of Mauser pistol fire.
Lao Luo's gun, the two guerrillas each holding Hu Yi's gun, and the guns carried by Ma Liang, Liu Jianqiang and Luo Fugui were all ringing.
At a distance of about 100 meters, the Mauser pistol still has lethality, but its accuracy is not good enough. However, Hu Yi does not care about these. All the advantages are in the first wave of attacks. In Hu Yi's concept, the speed and number of bullet consumption determine the effect and the casualties of the enemy, so all the Mauser pistols are required to be emptied in the first time, and then the main weapon is switched. Those with good accuracy can use single-shot rapid fire, and those with poor accuracy and inexperience can use a burst of fire, plus two machine guns to sweep continuously, striving for overwhelming and overwhelming blows.
Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire on the ridge. Two machine guns and six Mauser pistols played a splendid song of death together. There was no wind, but it was whistling everywhere. There was no sand, but the road where the convoy was parked was covered with dust.
The puppet soldiers rushed around in panic, and the Japanese instinctively lay down. However, they suddenly realized that the surroundings were too clean. The original shallow pits and ditches had been filled with new soil, and the tree roots and stones that were originally there had been kindly moved away. Even the places where grass should have grown now had no hair at all.
Sad place, sad road, sad barren land! The miserable devils and puppet soldiers cursed miserably in their hearts, braved the heavy rain of bullets again, crawled under the car, and hid behind it.
A cold bronze face, numb narrow eyes, slightly squinting at the violently vibrating machine gun butt. A grenadier's body was covered with bullet holes, and another assistant gunner was crawling in the rain of bullets. Most of the body of the wounded grenadier had already crawled under the grain truck, and he was about to reach a safe place. A continuous splash of machine gun bullets was chasing him along the corpse, crackling with gravel and flying ashes, like a bloodthirsty death snake rushing over. At the last moment when he hid under the truck, the bullet snake hit the grain truck fiercely. After a burst of sawdust and dust, a wailing sound came from under the truck. A bullet broke one of his shin bones.
Hu Yi pulled out the magazine and threw it at Luo Fugui, then quickly replaced it with a new one like an emotionless machine and pulled the trigger again. The panicked enemy had just dodged behind the grain truck and had not yet recovered their senses and could not fight back, so he had to give them another round of bullets.
The second company's Type 99 light machine gunner was also enjoying the shooting. Due to the special way of feeding ammunition for the Type 99 light machine gun, he did not need to change the magazine. As long as there was an assistant gunner beside him who kept pushing rows of five-round bullet clips into the magazine, the Type 99 light machine gun could fire continuously.
Twenty or thirty bullets had been fired from the Type 99 machine gun. Six bodies lay beside the ditch dug by Wu Shitou, five puppet soldiers and a second lieutenant of the Japanese army. Now, the trajectory of the Type 99 machine gun was extending northward along the road, chasing the slower enemies.
Among all the people who used the Mauser, Luo Fugui was the fastest and the first to finish. Bullets don't have eyes, so safety comes first. Although the enemy will not be able to fight back if the attack is caught off guard, you still have to be careful. He was the only one who used the Mauser in burst mode. According to what Hu Yi had taught him, he put the Mauser horizontally and started firing. Due to the continuous upward jump of the muzzle, the bullets were all thrown out horizontally, and naturally formed a fan.
Luo Fugui didn't even know whether his round hit the enemy or not. He didn't care about it. As soon as the magazine was empty, he immediately lowered his head. Damn it, there are a lot of people on the road anyway, who cares? If he gets hit, it's his bad luck! Just as he was thinking this, an empty machine gun magazine hit his head. It was the one thrown by Hu Yi.
Snap—
The gunshot was heard from a dense bush on a high ground in the south, 200 meters away from the battlefield.
Xiao Hongying slammed her little fist on the yellow soil beside the butt of the gun, splashing a small cloud of dust which choked her own little nose.
"Ahem... Bah... Bah... This bastard Japanese, why did he suddenly fall down? Who beat him? It's so infuriating!"
At a moment before Xiao Hongying fired, the target was shot and fell down, causing Xiao Hong's bullet to miss the target. Xiao Hong was so angry that she ripped off the helmet on her head and threw it behind her with a bang.
She stretched out her little arm and struggled to pull the bolt again. Just as she was about to aim, the helmet was buckled on her head again.
"Hey! Idiot, can you please stop bothering me!" Xiao Hongying took off her helmet again and said to Wu Shitou with a fierce face.
"The squad leader said you must wear it." Wu Shitou was unmoved. He picked up the helmet again and prepared to put it on the little girl.
"Believe it or not, I'll beat you up!"
She was already very unhappy because Hu Yi arranged her to be in such a far position. Now the battle started, a volley of bullets had been fired and Xiao Hongying had just fired one shot, but the target was missed. She was even more upset. Wu Shitou, the idiot, was still holding a helmet and arguing with her endlessly, which made Xiao Hongying almost lose her temper. With her pigtails sticking up and her big eyes erect, she issued an ultimatum to Wu Shitou.
Wu Shitou stared blankly at the little girl who was about to die, and without saying anything, he raised his hand and put the helmet on her head again. Then he said hesitantly: "The squad leader said..."
Before Wu Shitou could finish the words he had repeated countless times, Xiao Hongying took off her helmet and swung it at Wu Shitou: "The squad leader said, the squad leader said... I told you to say it, you big-headed ghost, I'm going to beat you to death, you big fool, you're more annoying than Gao Yidao..."