The flying bullets were whistling, one after another, tracer bullets occasionally streaked across the night sky, the sound of breaking wind continued above the head, and bullets continued to bang around. Visit:. Wu Yan lay in the darkness, looking at the bright flames in the firing holes of the gun tower, and he felt chilled.
Not counting the scattered rifles in the turret, there was a Type 99 light machine gun, a Czech light machine gun, and unexpectedly a Type 92 heavy machine gun, which was reinforced after the turret was completed.
Despite the cover of darkness and the blind firing of the three machine guns, several soldiers of the company were killed, not counting the injured. The firepower was too strong. Even at a distance of more than a hundred meters, even if they were lying down or crawling, they could not withstand the machine guns' continuous sweeping over and over again.
"Machine gun! Keep firing! Machine gun!" Wu Yan screamed into the darkness to the side, but there was no response. Finally, he realized that both machine gunners were dead, and ordered the soldiers around him: "Go and take over the machine gun."
The two soldiers crawled towards the darkness amid the whistling sound of bullets. After a while, the first company's Czech light machine gun finally started firing again, and the bullets rushed towards the flames on the turret. Before a magazine was finished, the light and heavy machine guns on the turret immediately greeted the first company's machine gun flames. The barrage of bullets was like rain, making the area sound like hail. In a flash, the first company's machine guns were silent again.
After a brief respite, Platoon Leader Tiedan and the soldiers around him quickly crawled forward. Unfortunately, they only advanced a dozen meters when the machine gun bullets on the turret began to fire at them again, making crackling sounds all around and occasionally accompanied by the muffled groans of people being shot.
Feeling that he had crawled into a shallow pit, Tiedan stopped on the spot, feeling helpless. This was firepower, the enemy had no concept of the number of ammunition, they did not know how many Eighth Route Army troops there were, so they could only keep sweeping and firing, their goal was to hold out until reinforcements arrived, so they squandered bullets recklessly, using them to buy time.
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On the east side, nine columns panted and advanced towards the artillery tower.
At a distance of 500 meters, the box was thrown down, and at the same time, one person was left behind from the third shift to observe from behind.
At a distance of 300 meters, Xiao Hongying, Wu Shitou and Li Xiang were asked to stop hiding. The girl was left behind for her safety, and Li Xiang was left behind because the grenade launcher had no effect on the turret.
At a distance of 200 meters, the first squad moved to the left, while Hu Yi and Luo Fugui moved to the right with machine guns, and the two sides moved apart to prepare for suppression.
One hundred meters away, Ma Liang's third squad stopped to make support and replenishment preparations, watching Liu Jianqiang and the second squad, who were temporarily equipped with ten grenades, continue to "feel" forward.
The gunfire rang out rapidly and chaotically, and the attention of the people in the artillery tower was drawn to the first company on the west side. The sentry observing the east side could only see the situation within the range of the campfire outside the trench. The rest was pitch black. Their ears were filled with gunfire and they could not hear any other sound.
When they were about to crawl into the range illuminated by the fire, Liu Jianqiang signaled his men to stop, and he continued to crawl forward until he reached the edge of the light, stopped, and "fumbled" for a grenade. The first trouble was the bonfire outside the trench.
He twisted the lid, pulled the rope, and swung his arm in one go. At a distance of about 30 meters, with a bit of luck, the first grenade rolled down next to the campfire.
Boom—in an instant the sky was filled with dazzling light, and sparks rained down, spreading out in all directions, as if fireworks had bloomed on the ground, so magnificent.
At this moment, on the west side, the regiment commander realized that the 9th platoon was indeed there, but the situation was still not optimistic. Even if they attacked from both sides, they might not be able to pull out this nail. Wu Yan let out a sigh of relief. No matter what, the firepower that was frantically suppressing the west side would always be "pulled" back, and the pressure on the struggling company would be relieved.
Hu Yi, whose machine gun butt had already been placed on his shoulder, frowned. He had heard it on the way here. One heavy machine gun and two light machine guns. Even in the darkness, the attack from the west would be suppressed. This battle was difficult and should not be fought. But the other side was fighting, so the 9th platoon had to go too, even if they didn't want to.
At this moment, the people in the artillery tower also realized that someone was coming from the east. Sparks were flashing all over the ground, but without the light, nothing could be seen.
The Type 99 light machine gun turned its head and began to sweep wildly into the darkness on the east. Some rifles were also placed on the firing holes on the east side, firing a burst of fire.
Hu Yi's machine gun then fired. In the firing hole range near the Type 99 light machine gun's flames, stray bullets crisscrossed and tore at the hard wall, and the Type 99 light machine gun was temporarily silenced.
As the last bullet was fired, Hu Yi pulled out the machine gun and rolled sideways, shouting, "To the right, go." After he finished speaking, he noticed that Luo Fugui had already moved to the right, so why did he need to urge him
The Type 99 machine gun started howling again, firing fiercely at the position where Hu Yi had just fired. At this time, a row of gunshots rang out on the left, followed by the second row, and then the third row, forcing the Type 99 machine gun to stop firing after firing just over a dozen rounds. It retreated for a while and then reached up to the firing hole to continue, but as soon as the muzzle flame lit up, the machine gun on the east side immediately sent all the second magazines over, and the area around the firing hole was hit with ashes and smoke. The Japanese and puppet troops responsible for firing to the east finally realized that this was not going to work.
A crooked-handled rifle was suppressed, and was alternately fired by Hu Yi and the first squad, and became stuttering, with only sporadic rifle fire. Liu Jianqiang shouted back: "Second squad, get ready to follow me!" After saying that, he climbed up, crouched down and prepared to rush to the edge of the trench 30 or 40 meters away, and suddenly found that there seemed to be a figure behind the battlement on the top of the gun tower, followed by a little fire on the top of the gun tower, and then flew out of the battlement in a circle.
Grenade? Impossible! How can a grenade catch fire? Although he didn't understand what was going on, Liu Jianqiang lay down again and shouted, "Take cover!" Several soldiers behind him lay down in a hurry.
The spark of fire fell to the ground, and a clear cracking sound was heard.
Whoosh—the flames rose instantly.
A puppet soldier threw down a simple Molotov cocktail, which shattered outside the trench, near the location where the bonfire was extinguished, instantly illuminating a large area, burning on the ground and burning the soil.
Liu Jianqiang gritted his teeth as he watched the fire ahead, but there was nothing he could do. Oil was difficult to extinguish, and the fire had broken into a large area. Now that there was light again, he couldn't push forward. What was more, beyond that were trenches, and then barbed wire. He had no tools or preparations, and the future was bleak. What should he do
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Hearing the fierce roar of the machine guns and the dark, solid turrets standing tall, like a giant beast laughing triumphantly in the night, Captain Lu loosened his clenched fist and ordered Wu Yan, "Retreat. Everyone retreat."
"Captain, but the ninth platoon is still over there!"
"We can't fight anymore. If we fight again, the 9th platoon will be killed. Retreat, follow the order."
After fighting for so many years, he was able to become a regiment commander because he never lost his mind. He did not expect that this turret had been built so well that even heavy machine guns were carried in. He knew that he might not be able to attack, but he still ordered to attack and tried. Commander Lu did this not only to try to get back the supplies, but more importantly, the 9th platoon was also his own, and he could not let the 9th platoon feel disappointed.
But now the 9th Platoon has also joined the battle, and the 1st Company is under their control and can retreat at any time; the 9th Platoon on the other side cannot be controlled, and they may be trapped and unable to leave. The political commissar also said that it would be better to lose supplies and try to pull the 9th Platoon back. Now it seems that at least the 9th Platoon is still there after the withdrawal of the battle. Although it cannot come back for the time being, at least it is still there, and this is the key.
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The soldiers of the second squad had already approached Liu Jianqiang. Ma Liang led the third squad and quietly moved forward a distance behind the second squad. Shi Cheng's first squad and Hu Yi's machine guns took turns to suppress the artillery tower.
The flames were still raging, and Liu Jianqiang could not wait any longer, so he took out his grenade again, and tried to blow up as many as he could. He had just opened the grenade cover when he heard shouts from the west. The machine guns on the turrets were firing wildly, and it was too noisy to be heard clearly.
He pricked up his ears and the shouting seemed to be getting louder and louder, as if many people were shouting at the same time, over and over again, gradually becoming uniform and finally rising above the noise of the gunfire, allowing Liu Jianqiang to hear the content clearly. The entire Class 2 heard it clearly, and then Class 3 also heard it clearly.
"… Ninth Platoon, withdraw from the battle. Ninth Platoon, withdraw from the battle…"
That was the cry of the entire company, echoing in the howling of machine guns, echoing in the dark night sky. To Liu Jianqiang's ears, it sounded passionate and uplifting, overwhelming.
Gradually, even the gunfire in the turret stopped. The enemy was surprised and confused. They tried to understand what was going on. The puppet soldiers stared at each other. What was the ninth platoon? What was it? What had they done wrong that so many people called them? The Japanese listened stupidly for a long time. It seemed that this was not a call for surrender. The Eighth Route Army would not be so naive. They must have turned to cursing because they could not win the fight.
Then all the gunfire stopped, leaving only the uniform shouting, repeated over and over again, hitting the ears of everyone on the battlefield and echoing.
It was clearly a request to withdraw from the battle, but everyone in the ninth platoon felt a surge of heat in their hearts, inexplicably hot, and even began to palpitate. Their eyes passed through the firelight, over the trenches, through the barbed wire, and into the deep darkness to the west. That was the independent regiment, and that was the advice and blessings of their comrades!
Hu Yi understood that the regiment commander was on the other side. Wu Yan was cautious, and he was good at defense but not good at attack. He changed the plan from Luoye Village to attack Lushuipu. He didn't have the courage to do so. This could only be the work of the regiment commander. Using this method of communication to inform the 9th Platoon to withdraw and abandon the action of carrying supplies into the mountains was a decision that only the regiment commander could decide.
It’s enough, it’s enough, to be able to fight under such a commander and be unyielding.
"Xu Xiao."
"have."
"Go up and notify the second and third shifts to retreat."
This hard nail didn't need to be gnawed, but Hu Yi's heart was still tense. Now that the 9th row could not return, what was the next step? What should he do? The night was dark, cloudy, and not even a star could be seen. It was already past midnight, and he had no clue, no direction... --99043+dsuaahhh+29691986--
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