Recommended reading: The second platoon of the third company headed north out of Xinglong Town. The soldiers were scattered in a disorganized manner. Under the leadership of the platoon leader, they tried hard to suppress their panic and marched forward bravely.
Afterwards, the third row left the town a hundred meters to the right of the second row, and moved northward parallel to the second row, expanding the width of their advance.
The platoon leader led the team into the wilderness, with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The weeds were half a person high, as if they were wading in green water. From time to time, he turned his head and shouted: "What's the point of being so tight with me! Pull away a little! Pull away..."
The fingers holding the rifle were shaking, and his breathing was getting heavier, as if every step was tiring. There was a soldier behind him who kept muttering something in a low voice, probably chanting scriptures, which was extremely annoying. The platoon leader was so annoyed that he wanted to turn around and twist the soldier's neck. He was so annoyed that it seemed like the endless green swaying before his eyes, full of murderous intent.
In front, the roar of a Czech light machine gun suddenly sounded, and in the blink of an eye, the rifles also started to roar. The rain of bullets floated on the tips of the grass and flew about two hundred meters away, slamming into the attack line advancing in the green, causing the chaotic advancing formation to stagnate as a whole.
There were the sounds of people falling down in a hurry and falling heavily, and the rain of bullets was like a gust of wind, blowing down everything that passed by.
Behind a courtyard wall at the edge of the town, Hao Ping's face was anxiously pointed at the gap, and he shouted at the nearby machine guns for cover.
The huge Third Company had only one light machine gun, a Type 99 rifle, which was the stake in the competition with the Ninth Company. It was confiscated by the regiment commander and later returned to the Third Company in the name of the regiment.
So far, the third company has not been able to complete the evacuation. Hao Ping tried his best to be wise and decisive. He immediately sent two of the three platoons at his disposal to the north to make preparations for the evacuation of the entire company.
Behind the walls, in the windows, and on the roofs, the soldiers who were responsible for covering began to fire into the northern wilderness in a hurry and confusion.
Although they lack experience, the Third Company has a fearless spirit, even though they are nervous and timid; or, in other words, they can overcome their timidity with spirit. This is the only advantage of the Third Company, but sometimes, it is also a disadvantage.
The second platoon leader who led the team forward was deeply influenced by the company commander and the instructor, and believed that man can conquer nature. For example, the second company, which was good at charging and counter-charging, was not a model of this saying? Except that the third company had fewer bayonets than the second company, what else was inferior to the second company? Charging only requires courage!
"Comrades! Follow me!"
Gritting his teeth and overcoming his fear, the second platoon leader resolutely stood up at the front, setting an example and being a role model, and using his actions to awaken the soldiers who were terrified and unconscious under the rain of bullets.
“Go!”
Like a domino effect, the two rows' forward lines suddenly began to accelerate forward.
Ma Liang slammed his fist on the ground near the corner, splashing a layer of dust, which choked his dirty face lying on the ground: "What? They... Alas..."
Hu Yi crouched in the corner of the wall on the other side, still quietly observing the battlefield to the north, without any reaction. The Third Company was too panicked, from the commander to the soldiers, they all knew that the charge was doomed to fail, because the starting point of the charge was too far away from the enemy, nearly 200 meters, and if they rushed forward, they would become targets that were exhausted and could never come back. The higher the momentum of the charge, the worse the outcome, and they wasted their lives in vain at an ineffective distance.
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The simple heavy machine gun position was finally formed on a gentle slope northwest of Xinglong Town. Mancang hugged the heavy cooling cylinder and concentrated on carefully wrapping the sealing rope around the rear of the recoil aid. The leakage was alleviated a lot, but water droplets were still seeping out. However, he did not dare to wrap the sealing rope thicker, so this was the only way.
Several puppet soldiers, each with a wet water bottle hanging on their body, crouched down and rushed into the shallow pit, cursing. They were forced by the second lieutenant to get water in this way.
The second lieutenant asked anxiously: "Is it done?"
With a loud noise, Mancang adjusted the direction of the heavy machine gun and half-knelt behind the machine gun handle: "It can be used for a while."
A puppet soldier whose uniform was soaked by water complained: "What the hell is this? How can it be like this? It can kill us just by drinking water! Isn't this just teasing us? I should bring a well with me next time!"
"Shut up! Get ready!" The lieutenant started kicking people to get the lazy guys around him into their respective positions. Then he stretched his neck to observe the direction of the gunshots, and couldn't help but push up the brim of his hat and grinned: "Good guys! The Tubalu are really brave!"
The ammunition handler quickly came to the heavy machine gun, handed over one end of the ammunition belt, took the full magazine and fed it into the bolt, pushed the charging handle forward, pulled the ammunition belt in to the left, then released the charging handle neatly, pushed it forward again, pulled the ammunition belt again, and released it again. With a crisp metallic sound, the charging handle returned to its position; this ugly, heavy, dirty drinking water machine that was still leaking water was officially in place, revealing a faint hideousness.
It was an indescribable and irreplaceable metal hideousness! The oval metal nameplate riveted to the right side of the bolt glowed coldly, engraved with: 79 Maxim heavy machine gun, a1527, manufactured by Jinling Ordnance.
At this moment, Mancang's young face suddenly became a little dazed. As the heavy machine gun exuded a fierce aura, he seemed to be infected by this ugly machine. He held up the sight stupidly, and while grabbing the two handles with both hands, his left hand had habitually pulled up the safety, and the machine gun went directly into the shooting state.
No matter who those targets were, he had no time to think about them now. An impulse instantly filled his heart, causing his right thumb, which was gripping the handle, to tremble unnaturally. He lowered his shoulders and stared sharply at the sight. Not wanting to wait for any bullshit orders, he finally pressed the trigger with his right thumb.
Boom boom boom boom…
This was a very different sound, and it shocked everyone as soon as it appeared.
The extra-long canvas belt rolled violently into the bolt, and the inexperienced assistant gunner was dumbfounded, not knowing whether he should lend a hand to help support it; the recoil assist device continuously spewed out invisible flames, blowing up fine ash from the soil under the muzzle and spreading to both sides; the heavy recoil hit the tripod again and again, causing the machine gun body to tremble. The few lazy guys who temporarily joined the machine gun group were not professional at all. They failed to reinforce the position of the machine gun bracket, causing the rear bracket to slide into the soil again and again due to the recoil.
But Mancang no longer cared about these. He tried hard to adapt to the angle change caused by the recoil. He pressed his knees into the mud, and was reluctant to let go of the trigger. The young man was deeply immersed in the tragic profession of machine gunner without regrets, and became as hideous as the ugly machine in his hands.
He used up the entire long belt of 250 rounds without taking a breath. He pushed the dumbfounded assistant gunner away, pulled out the second belt and loaded it himself, steadily and quickly, letting the ugly machine howl wildly again, spewing curses madly, until the pressure relief port under the muzzle began to make a slight hissing sound. In this warm environment, one could still make out a hint of white water vapor, indicating that the temperature in the cooling tube was about to bubble.
Amid the frenzied shooting, he seemed unable to hear the lieutenant cursing at him, but the sound of steam gushing out of the pressure relief valve was like a sedative, and the rampant heavy machine gun shooting stopped immediately. The few security forces staying in the pit seemed to still have tinnitus in their ears.
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After the gap, Hao Ping's face was dull, his brain was in a brief blank period, the figures of the surviving soldiers were still struggling in his eyes, crawling with difficulty in the swaying green, and continued to be swept by frontal fire and subsequent oblique fire, and all those who were charging fell down.
At the corner, Hu Yi's face was also frozen. He didn't expect to hear the roar of the Type 24 heavy machine gun, which was the most beautiful machine he once loved and was called the Grim Reaper's Scythe by the Japanese. However, what was unreal was that the muzzle was pointing at him. Thus, Hu Yi finally realized that the enemy in front of him was not an ordinary security force. It must be them, and it could only be them...
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