The two Type 99 light machine guns were silent. When Hu Yi pulled the bayonet out of the Japanese soldier's body for the second time, he heard screams from the other side of the trench. It was not far away, but he could not see the situation. It seemed that there was no time to go over to help. He didn't know what the Japanese soldiers in the trench would think and how they would react.
He kicked the body of the Japanese assistant gunner away, revealing two small rectangular ammunition boxes that were pressed down. He lay down behind the Type 99 light machine gun, opened the magazine cover, grabbed a few rows of bullets to fill the magazine, and then with a snap, the magazine cover fell down.
The Type 99 rifle was the machine gun that Hu Yi despised the most. There was no worse machine gun than this one. It had a low rate of fire, poor performance, and could break down for no apparent reason at any time. The bipod was ridiculously high, and one had to lean out a large part of their body to level the trajectory. Did the Japanese think they were very tall? If it wasn't for a special situation, Hu Yi wouldn't even want this broken thing even if it was given to him for free.
"Fool, come to the left and prepare to load bullets for me, with the bullet head facing forward and the rows of bullets placed horizontally. Load three rows at a time, and six rows should be full. Be careful not to get dirt on them." Before he finished speaking, the Type 99 light machine gun started firing.
Although he couldn't see anything, what Hu Yi had to do was very simple. This location happened to be one end of the trench. He just had to sweep forward along the dark trench. Those Japanese soldiers squatting in the trench were no different from those right in front of him.
In the blinding flames, the hideous death was released. The machine gun bullets that roared arrogantly in the darkness were now more like spears and javelins. They not only wanted to penetrate one target's body, but also the second and even the third. They rushed forward recklessly along the pitch-black trench from near to far, slicing through the skin, cutting through the flesh, penetrating the body heat, and then viciously embedding into the soil. In the darkness, liquid splashed, soil splashed, and they intertwined in the trench and moved forward...
Liu Jianqiang's throat was strangled, and his breath was stuck in his throat, but he didn't care. He freed one hand, pulled out a grenade, and swung it at the opponent's blurry face. He could feel the target's cheekbone shattered and collapsed, and he swung it again, continuing to swing it hard, wanting to smash the damn head and smash everything.
Liu Jianqiang knew that the head could be smashed. He had smashed it before, and it was not as hard as he imagined, even harder than cracking a walnut. After swinging the grenade more than a dozen times in a row, he thought he should be getting weaker and weaker, but it was the opposite. He felt relaxed all over, and then he noticed that the hands that had just grabbed his throat had already fallen into darkness.
Panting and staggering to his feet, he saw another Type 99 rifle about ten meters away spitting flames. He intuitively felt that it was the squad leader's rifle. No matter whether he used a Czech or Type 99 rifle, he would feel different from others. There was always a sense of hostility and perversity in his gunshots.
When he turned around, Ma Liang was still there, holding the gun, trembling as he tried to compete with the Japanese soldier lying on the ground. He took two steps forward with a sticky grenade in his hand, bent down, and threw the grenade at the face of the man lying on the ground.
Puff—the bayonet that was half-penetrated into the abdomen instantly penetrated the bottom.
Plop—the resistance disappeared in an instant, causing Ma Liang to fall awkwardly on the spot as the gun body sank suddenly.
Without wasting time, Liu Jianqiang put the sticky grenade in his hand into his pocket, turned around and leaned over to the crooked light machine gun, and said, "Help me load it!"
Ma Liang got up and answered: "I will fight."
“You don’t deserve it”
"you… "
Da da da da da… In the darkness, the flames of another Type 99 light machine gun shone, following the trajectory of another nearby machine gun, sprinkling chaotic rain of bullets into the trenches and fields…
Gao Yidao's heart sank suddenly when the Japanese suddenly appeared behind him. The burning fire illuminated a large open radius nearby. Whether retreating to the south or the north, he would have to go through a distance of exposed bullets. If he continued to resist between the houses, he might be able to hold out for a while, but it would be over at dawn.
"Damn it, you want me to die? I'll pee in front of you." Gao Yidao raised his eyebrows and shouted back, "First and second rows, assemble and prepare to charge!"
Kuaitui thought he had heard wrongly, so he quickly crawled over and said in a hoarse voice: "Captain, we are fifty meters away from the trench, it's too bright, we can't do this, Captain."
"Get out of the way. I said let the first and second rows prepare in the west, and the rest of you stay here with me to delay."
Kuai Tui'er turned his head and looked at the burning area to the west behind him: "Ah? But, but this fire..."
"Herald"
Since we are going to die anyway, we would rather let our brothers die in the flames of the charge than in the open field of retreat; some may be burned to death, but there will definitely be someone who can rush through the flame zone and perhaps have a chance to tear through the puppet army's defense line and survive by heading west.
Gao Yidao, lying on his back behind the broken wall, looked at the dark fields in the east. The muzzle flames flickered, basically forming a vertical line, because the Japanese were in that trench. At the end, there were two machine guns flashing, but it was a bit strange. He was suppressed by the trajectory of the two machine guns just now, why didn't he feel anything now? Was he dazzled? Where did the bullets go? Why did the Japanese in the trench stop approaching? Something was wrong.
Wu Yan's brows were furrowed into a lump. Gao Yidao, ah Gao Yidao, he never listens to advice. The Japanese unexpectedly appeared in the east, and had already dug a ditch into the middle of the open area. It was too late for the Second Company to run anywhere.
What happened to the Third Company? Why did Hao Ping run away without firing a shot, allowing the enemy to raid the east? It was useless to think about these things. Wu Yan gritted his teeth and prepared to lead the First Company to charge the village from the south. If they could get in, they might be able to save the Second Company. He made up his mind and was about to make arrangements when suddenly there was a loud gunshot nearby.
"Captain, the Japanese are coming from the east."
Wu Yan sighed deeply, silently pulled out his revolver, looked at the village in the firelight again, waved his hand and said, "Follow me for reinforcement." Then he strode towards the location of the gunfire on the east side.
Suddenly, there was a loud gunshot from the east of the village. Hao Ping, who was hiding in the darkness, blurted out: "It's bad!"
Yang Dezhi broke the branch in his hand and said angrily: "Why did the Japanese devils do this? What should we do now?"
"There were two or three Type 99 rifles heard in the gunfire. They might be a squad. I don't know if they all came out or just one squad."
"Can we still get there in time?"
“Not optimistic.”
The two were silent for a while, and Hao Ping spoke again: "It's meaningless to stay here. Let's go to the south to meet up with Wu Yan first."
The Third Company reorganized on the roadside west of Lingtou Village and hurriedly set off south to find the First Company. Before they had gone far, they suddenly heard gunfire to the south of the village, which was even more intense than that to the east.
Yang Dezhi was surprised and said: "That's a company, all the devils came out here..."
"No need to go over there. The company may retreat at any time."
The Third Company made a mistake and the Second Company might be doomed. Hao Ping felt very frustrated. He ordered the team to stop and stood in the dark, thinking hard about what the Third Company should do now.
Yang Dezhi felt the same as Hao Ping. Seeing that Hao Ping had not spoken for a long time, he asked, "Since the Japanese have left the village, if we enter the village from the west, is it possible to rescue the Second Company?"
Hao Ping was also thinking about this problem. He just heard the intensity of the exchange of fire. The second company might not be able to hold out until the third company entered the village. At the same time, he didn't know how long the first company in the south could hold off the Japanese. But what else could he do? He should try his best.
"Everyone's attention should be turned now. Take over the village for me," Hao Ping made up his mind.
"What if... the company retreats?"
"Let's fight and see. When the gunfire from the south stops, we will retreat."
In the darkness, the third company turned around and rushed towards the burning Lingtou Village.
The trench, which was dozens of meters long, was filled with corpses, as they were strafed again and again by two Type 99 light machine guns mounted at the end, like plowing the ground. Even though there were no people breathing in the trench, the two bullets still refused to stop and continued to fire, making the trench roar back and forth. The corpses continued to be hit over and over again.
The main force of the Japanese army, which was exchanging fire with the first company in the south, turned a blind eye to all this. Of course, they really couldn't see, they could only hear. The Japanese captain thought that this was the squad continuing to attack the village. In the dark, listening to the two Type 99 rifles in the east making a storm-like sound, he felt very comfortable. This was the firepower of the Imperial Army, and this was the price you paid for your troubles.
There were only about a dozen Japanese soldiers left in a team of more than 50 soldiers who were still able to breathe. They were lucky because they were in a 20-meter-long trench when the incident happened, so they escaped. The trench was a little far from the edge of the woods, and they still didn't know why the machine guns behind them fired at their own people, biting their poor compatriots trapped in the trench like a demon.
Some of the surviving devils even cried, not because of fear, but because of sympathy. Yes, because of sympathy. Crocodiles shed tears, and so did the devils. Although they never treated the Chinese as human beings, they treated their own people as human beings. This was too cruel. They watched their close comrades dragging their bloody bodies and crawling painfully in the dark and bloody, listening to their pitiful and desperate screams in the dark, while bullets were still whistling around them. How could they not be sad and hurt
They hate and they are angry but they never consider where the land under their feet is. There is no abundant cherry blossom here, only wintersweets that grow proudly in the snow. This is where flower growers should hate and be angry, not them. They have no right to do so.
They raised their rifles, leaned out of the trenches, turned around and shot at the cruel devils in their eyes, trying to retaliate, trying to vent, and immediately attracted sickle-like bullets. Some helmets rolled and jumped up, and some compatriots groaned and covered their faces and fell into the darkness, forcing them to shrink back into the trenches and continue to cry shamelessly, and continue to gnash their teeth at the stinking skins around them that had become gods...