Behind the ridge, Luo Fugui finished loading two magazines and handed them to Hu Yi, who had been looking at Lao Luo and the others. He said, "That broken thing is too slow. I don't think we need to fire it. Just its slowness alone is enough to kill the Japanese!"
Seeing that Hu Yi didn't respond at all, Luo Fugui said again: "Boss Hu, we only have these few people, tell me, why don't they come up and fight?"
Hu Yi finally glanced at Luo Fugui who was trying to make conversation, but still didn't say anything. He thought to himself, you are asking why the enemy doesn't attack us, but what you are really worried about is what to do if the enemy attacks us, right
Luo Fugui looked at Hu Yi's expression and knew that Hu Yi had guessed his thoughts. There was no need to pretend in front of Boss Hu, so he simply said, "If you ask me, we can just do this. The Japanese and puppet troops are now hiding behind the grain trucks, waiting for us to show our heads. Can we hit anyone if we fight again? We only have a few people. If the Japanese charge forward, we will be in big trouble."
"It would be better if they come up." Hu Yi finally spoke.
"What?"
"If they send some men to charge up, we will do our best to pin them down halfway up the hill. The number of enemies on the road will be reduced by at least half, and Gao Yidao will definitely take action. By then, the enemies on the hillside will be caught in a dilemma, and the matter will be settled."
Hu Yi may not understand other people, but he has seen through Gao Yidao. This guy is definitely a good fighter. It is precisely because Gao Yidao is bold and adventurous, and likes close combat, that his ability to capture opportunities and judge battlefield situations is stronger, otherwise he would never be alive today. Gao Yidao's ability in this aspect should be better than his own, so Hu Yi dared to conclude that there was no need to give Gao Yidao any hints. It would be strange if he would let go of such an obvious opportunity.
"But, that's Gao Yidao, from the Second Company, and he's hoping for bad luck for us. What if he..."
"This is a battlefield now! Do you understand?" Hu Yi interrupted Luo Fugui directly.
Luo Fugui swallowed the rest of his words helplessly.
Hu Yi knew that if he stuck his head out to fight, he would have to face the hail of bullets and would not be able to cause much damage to the enemy who had already formed a defense. However, Hu Yi's purpose in doing so was not to collect heads, but to try to weaken the enemy's firepower, aiming at the enemy's machine guns, and reduce obstacles and risks for the second company's charge.
Finally, Lao Luo in the distance waved to Hu Yi, indicating that the loading was complete and ready for the second shot.
Hu Yi picked up the machine gun, crawled behind the grass on the ridge, carefully set up the machine gun, and aimed at the road. Lao Luo and Shi Cheng carried the big lifting pole, took a few steps up, hid on the ridge in advance, and were ready to extend the big lifting pole at any time. The two machine gunners of the second company in the north were also ready to set up the crooked handle at any time. They would wait until Hu Yi's machine gun stopped before taking over.
Da da da da da… The sound of machine guns suddenly broke the temporary silence. The air waves and explosions from the muzzle were accompanied by a faint blue smoke, rolling up the dust under the muzzle and floating up from the grass. The trajectory of the bullets continued to move horizontally along the road, hitting the sacks, shooting through the shafts of the carts, passing through the gaps, and the targets shrank and dodged in panic wherever they passed, leaving a trail of floating dust.
The Japanese machine guns were placed on the sacks of grain carts, and they turned around to follow the sound and began to fire back at the wild grass on the ridge that was dancing with flames and smoke. The Japanese and puppet soldiers who were passed by the trajectory also poked their heads out again, firing their rifles at that position.
Luo Fugui huddled two or three meters behind Hu Yi. Although he was at the back and didn't have to worry about being hit by bullets, he was still scared and broke into a cold sweat. Bullets whistled overhead and everywhere on the top of the slope, crackling like hail, rubble flying and dust, broken grass and branches falling around him, making Luo Fugui shrink his neck and close his eyes, motionless, silently thinking, why bother
Suddenly he felt a hard object falling into his arms. Luo Fugui, who was tense, was frightened and shivered. He quickly opened his eyes and found that it was a machine gun magazine.
Hu Yi had stepped down from the top without knowing when. His face was expressionless as if he had never been there before. He said to Luo Fugui calmly, "It's not over yet. There are still three rounds left."
Luo Fugui grabbed the magazine and looked at it, and couldn't help but frown. Damn it, Boss Hu, you were beaten up like this in the upper ranks, and you still remember to count this, you are really a bastard!
When the two soldiers of the second company in the north heard that Hu Yi's machine gun in the south had stopped, they immediately stuck their heads out, put on their Type 99 light machine guns, and fired at the road without hesitation. The Japanese and puppet troops approaching this side immediately turned their guns around and fired back.
Shi Cheng and Lao Luo hid and watched a Japanese machine gun that was firing. The two of them decisively pushed out the big lifting lever, and a heavy gun barrel was placed on the middle ridge, pointing it behind the grain truck to suppress the two Japanese machine gunners who were shooting.
boom-
A thick smoke rushed out, which was particularly eye-catching and made Shi Cheng stagger.
Buzz—
A black shadow roared and flew down the hillside viciously.
Crash-
Countless iron sand and broken nails covered a large area of nearly 20 meters wide. The ground was instantly covered with dust. Those that hit the sacks disappeared in an instant, and those embedded in the car body were like stars. The two Japanese machine gunners who were shooting had only a small part above their shoulders exposed outside the grain truck. Now, the part below their helmets to the grain truck was full of holes. After a long time, they began to howl miserably and madly, howling heartbreakingly, and howling straight into the sky. Not only the two of them, but also a few unlucky ghosts who were also looking out nearby, shouted with them, danced wildly, and rolled on the ground.
Before the smoke from the muzzle of the rifle had dissipated, Shi Cheng and Lao Luo worked together to pull the gun back behind the slope, preparing for the next reload.
The big lifting pole had been withdrawn, but the second company's crooked-handled machine guns that were attracting fire from the north had not yet withdrawn. They had finally come up and wanted to get more harvests. They took advantage of their relatively remote and uneven position, which made it difficult for the machine guns below to hit them, and they were reluctant to continue to take advantage. The crooked-handled machine guns were still trembling, spewing flames, trying to hit the steel helmets that occasionally poked their heads out from behind the grain carts to fire back.
Behind a grain cart, a Japanese soldier knelt on one knee with his other foot on the auxiliary hoe of a grenade launcher. He held the grenade launcher with his hand, calculated the distance to the crooked handle on the ridge, and made careful fine adjustments. The assistant shooter put a grenade into the muzzle, and the main shooter pulled the trigger rope.
Bang!
The grenade flew into the sky and turned into a black dot visible to the naked eye.
The distance between the grenade launcher and the target was about 160 to 170 meters, not far. The two grenadiers were veterans, and the two machine gunners from the second company were unlucky, so the first grenade hit the jackpot.
boom-
An explosion wave formed, and a cloud of earth, rocks and smoke suddenly rose up on the north side of the ridge, and the machine gun fell silent.
The gunfire stopped completely. The Japanese sergeant stared blankly at the back of a grain truck in the distance. Several people were rolling on the ground with their faces covered and screaming. He finally realized that the smoking thing was a killer. What was that? A cannon? The sound was unfamiliar. When he pulled back, he took a glimpse. The muzzle seemed to be very long. It was so advanced. Was it a new weapon? Big trouble!
Behind the ridge, Hu Yi frowned deeply. The explosion in the north was from a grenade launcher! The sound of machine gun fire stopped with the explosion. It was obvious that the second company's Type 99 rifles were finished. Why did the Japanese still have a grenade launcher? Grenade launchers are not something that everyone can use. In the hands of unprofessionals, they are not much better than scrap metal. Did this Japanese squad bring four grenade launchers? Did I neglect it when I was observing? In any case, the Japanese still have a grenade launcher in their hands. We are in big trouble!
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