The sound of the Czech machine gun on the ridge was abrupt and special. Gao Yidao knew that it must be operated by a haphazard machine gun. The interval between each reload was only a few seconds, and five magazines were fired at once. It was visible through the bushes. There were only three targets, one infantryman and two grenadiers. Later, maybe someone under the eleventh car was added.
Taking such a big risk, just to kill three targets, maybe four or five more, is it worth it? Five magazines mean a hundred rounds of bullets, just for three lives? Gao Yidao could only give a three-word evaluation in his mind: crazy!
Objectively speaking, this is indeed a mental illness. Gao Yidao didn't know that Hu Yi had battlefield syndrome and that Wuming Village was defeated by Hu Yi because of this; and he couldn't guess that he was having an attack, so it was natural for him to think that Hu Yi was a neurotic, and this can indeed be regarded as a mental illness, just a mental illness.
However, Gao Yidao was also sure that Hu Za Sui was not a coward. Facing at least three machine guns and dozens of rifles, he dared to fire five magazines in a row? Was he tired of living or something? If he was not a psychopath, then he was really brave! Based on my experience fighting Hu Za Sui, he was indeed such a person!
When Hu Yi emptied the first magazine, Luo Fugui was hesitating behind the northern ridge whether to immediately extend the machine gun. As a result, the second magazine started firing, leaving Luo Fugui confused. What was Hu Yi doing? Was he courting death? Luo Fugui was still wondering when the third magazine fired from the southern ridge. Luo Fugui was convinced that only Hu Yi could do such a thing! Before he could close his mouth in surprise, the fourth magazine started firing again.
Suddenly, Luo Fugui thought of a lot of things. Boss Hu never minded how much enemy property he had touched, and Boss Hu never despised his cowardice. Boss Hu didn't talk much, and he occasionally beat him, but Boss Hu never had any contempt for him, not even a little. Luo Fugui didn't know if he would meet another person like this in his lifetime. It was difficult, maybe, there would never be such a person again. At that moment, although Luo Fugui was uneducated, he suddenly understood what the two words "cherish" meant. To cherish Boss Hu was actually to cherish himself! Only when Boss Hu is alive can he live in peace!
Although Luo Fugui was conflicted and timid, he still raised the Type 99 light machine gun above his head again and pulled the trigger hard. He had to do this for Boss Hu and actually for himself.
Liu Jianqiang was the one who looked down on Hu Yi the most in Class 9. He didn't care about the first Czech machine gun magazine, he turned his head to look at the second magazine, he was puzzled by the third magazine, and the fourth magazine made a sound again. Although he didn't know why, he had already decided in his heart that at least the squad leader was not a cowardly deserter, which was enough to make him qualified to be my squad leader.
Liu Jianqiang firmly pulled the bolt and began shooting downwards from the observation position.
At first, Ma Liang was dazed at the back of the slope, wondering what was wrong with Hu Yi. Later, the machine guns started to fire non-stop, and Hu Yi refused to retreat. Ma Liang finally began to get confused. Something was wrong. What happened to the squad leader? This was not a tactical arrangement! Something had happened. It must have happened!
When Hu Yi's last magazine was empty, Ma Liang grabbed one of Hu Yi's legs from behind and pulled it back with all his might, screaming at Hu Yi in a crying voice: "Brother! What's wrong with you? Don't scare me! Brother! Come back soon... Please..."
Shi Cheng was gone, and Lao Luo led the other two who were not injured to continue loading the big lifting pole. This was a real battlefield, and there was no time to care about the life and death of his nephew, nor was there time to ask about the well-being of the two injured guerrillas. For some reason, Hu Yi's machine gun did not wait for the big lifting pole to be loaded, and started firing early.
Without Shi Cheng, Lao Luo didn't know how much gunpowder to load, so he just poured as much as he could into the gun barrel; he didn't know how much iron sand and jujube nails to put in, so the more the better. When Hu Yi's five magazines were all empty, Lao Luo had just finished loading them, and he directed the two men to raise the big lifting pole, come to the top of the ridge, and once again push out the huge muzzle.
After practicing for a while, the Japanese and puppet troops finally realized how powerful this thing was. A sharp-eyed man saw the big lifting pole appear on the top of the ridge again, and immediately shouted something in panic to the people around him. In a flash, a miracle happened.
Along the road, all the enemies who had peeked out to fight back retreated without any prior agreement. No matter if they were machine gunners or riflemen, not a single one was left. They all hid behind the cars, no one came out, not even daring to show their toes!
No matter how much they planned, they could not have expected such a scene. Lao Luo and the other three were a little confused at the time. Who else could they hit? No one could be hit! They looked left and right, but there was no target to hit. It was so boring, so shameless, and "shooting at nothing"!
With the idea of making the best of a bad situation, Lao Luo casually pointed the large lifting pole at a grain cart, raised the thick black burning incense in his hand, and poked it at the ignition port.
boom-
A cloud of smoke rose up, which was larger and more conspicuous than the previous ones, and the sound was more shocking, and iron filings flew everywhere, and sand and rocks flew everywhere.
The two guerrillas who were holding the heavy guns in front of them fell on the spot. Lao Luo was in the center of the explosion. After the smoke cleared, a bloody old face gradually appeared on the ground. There was no sound. The big gun exploded! Lao Luo was dead!
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There were only a few people on the ridge, but they had to fight to such an extent. The Japanese sergeant raised his eyebrows and gnashed his teeth at the ridge, unable to hold back. A Czech light machine gun that killed few people did not kill many people, but it frightened everyone and made them shudder. An advanced weapon that no one knew what it was made the moment it appeared, and everyone lost their fighting spirit and bowed their heads. How could the great Japanese Imperial Army be humiliated like this? How embarrassing!
No matter whether you have prepared behind the ridge or not, and no matter whether you have ambushes in other directions, you must get out of this situation. "Mix two squads in the middle and northern sections, prepare to attack the ridge; mix one squad in the southern section, prepare to go around and assist." This was the order issued by the Japanese sergeant.
However, before the attack could be launched, a Japanese soldier rushed over from the south, came to the Japanese sergeant in the middle, and reported the situation in a chattering manner, which made the sergeant's eyebrows instantly change from inverted to straight.
To the north of the horizontal ditch dug on the road, the Japanese and puppet soldiers hiding under the first and second cars had all died at some point. The people hiding in the third car were desperately unloading the sacks on the car, preparing to build a grain bag bunker and hide on the spot to defend against the south.
The content of the Japanese report was: there were suspected enemy snipers in the distance to the south, and twelve of our soldiers had been killed in the southern section. If we were to gather another squad of soldiers to assist in the attack on the ridge from the south, I'm afraid there would be few people defending the southern road!
So, the last words the Japanese sergeant said were: "What?..."