Qiu Banxian, this is the name of a demigod, he is not a real demigod, he is just tired of the sound of gunfire, even if he lives like a dog, as long as he can stay away from death and blood; so he fled, Lushuipu is too close, Luoye Village is not any better, he was afraid of being caught as a laborer if he went to the county town, but he ran into the old army in Xinglong Town, which is completely different from the past. He thought he could live a happy life without spine from then on, but unfortunately, he went to the battlefield again.
So he regretted that he should have gone further, but he also thought that no matter how far he went, he was destined to join the next unit, otherwise he would not be able to survive; some colleagues said that the fighting in the south was more brutal, more people died, and there was no end to the world at all.
Having never felt so confused, even desperate, Banxian was in a daze, and at the same time simply spoke about everything he knew, including the mission plan of his unit, the enemy's troop deployment and subsequent arrangements, etc.
There was a sound of a bayonet entering flesh and then being pulled out, followed by the sound of a painful breath being drawn back into the lungs, which brought Banxian back to reality. This meant that another person who had returned with water had fallen down behind the door curtain. It was Ma Liang who did it. He had been stuck in the back room waiting for an opportunity and had just dealt with the last confused guy who had returned.
A heavy machine gun would not easily blend into the alleys. The most likely scenario is that it would follow the open attack on the main street. Moreover, this water-drinking machine would sooner or later force people to come out to find water. Whoever carries the bucket of water would be from the machine gun position. This was how Hu Yi found this place, although this heavy machine gun has not fired since entering the town.
"Wait." Hu Yi suddenly interrupted Banxian's narration: "You said the county's detective team is also here? Who's leading the team?"
"It was a deputy captain, and his last name seemed to be Li. Because we attacked from the west, the Japanese placed their only heavy machine gun in the east. They deployed a small team in each of the three directions: north, east, and south. Since the encirclement force was insufficient, the detective team was placed behind us in the west to make up the numbers."
Hu Yi stood up, looking outside the shop door and listening to the gunshots, and suddenly there was a rustling sound of running on the street outside the door, and they were approaching here along the wall, which made Hu Yi raise the muzzle of the M1932 in his hand habitually.
"Mancang! Mancang! You the fuck..."
A second lieutenant of the security forces appeared at the door of the shop in a dishevel. He was stunned by the gun pointed at him inside the shop before he could finish his curse. The scene was frozen for only half a second. Bang, the muzzle flash of the M1932 flashed clearly. The second lieutenant's head trembled backwards, one of his eyes became a bloody hole in an instant, and his body fell heavily backwards on the street. His expression was stunned for eternity, and his body was covered with blood.
"Your name is Mancang?" Hu Yi turned his cold gaze to the prisoner who was hanging his head in the corner, and was about to make the final cleanup.
Banxian realized what was going to happen. This was not a place to keep prisoners. He knew what kind of guy Hu Yi was. He wanted to plead for Mancang, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter them. The more he held his breath, the more rapid it became.
Mancang also realized what this sentence meant. This ruthless killer didn't need an answer at all. This was just a message of death to him.
"My name is Mancang. I'm a machine gunner. And... don't expect... I won't shoot my brothers in the back. Don't expect..." A drop of dirty sweat slid down Mancang's drooping cheek, leaving a clear mark on the young dirty face. His temple was throbbing with the extreme tension before death. His voice was low and trembling, and he tried hard not to raise his head and look at the executioner.
After a few seconds, some people could no longer hear the sound of gunfire, and only felt the oppressive silence.
"I'm sorry. I'm a machine gunner too."
Mancang closed his eyes, unable to control his increasingly rapid breathing. There was no sound of gunfire, so he had a premonition that a bayonet would scratch his neck, but his neck was numb and tingling. Before his nerves were about to break, he gritted his teeth, opened his eyes and raised his head, only to find that the executioner was leaning over the heavy machine gun, opening the tool box under the rear tripod cushion and taking out a rubber funnel.
"Mule, you deputy, bring me some water first. Ma Liang, go out and set up a sentry post."
Seeing that she had not been assigned any duties, Xiao Hongying ran to the wall to drag the ammunition box. She stumbled due to the heavy weight and shouted dissatisfiedly to Banxian who had not yet come to his senses: "Help! What if you really want to be a prisoner?" Then she rushed behind the door curtain and rummaged around everywhere, pulling out everything she could and throwing it outside the shop door. The wooden basin, tables, chairs, bedding and other miscellaneous objects were soon jumbled into a simple shelter by the door.
The heavy machine gun tripod was placed outside the door, but it was not placed straight. The rear tripod with the cushion was obviously tilted outwards. Luo Fugui was puzzled, but he did not ask more questions at this time. He just helped with the manual labor. Mancang saw it and understood why. He was not a machine gunner. He was not physically strong enough. At first, he was just a snotty soldier who followed the heavy machine gun. As time went by, he became the last real machine gunner in the team. The master told him that a real veteran would not be stupid enough to sit on the cushion to shoot. At the critical moment, he could not bend down or retreat, and could only stand upright to take bullets. Therefore, the rear tripod was tilted to one side appropriately and operated in a kneeling position to prevent the rear tripod from getting in the way.
There was a series of clattering sounds, and the bear unrolled a long belt of 250 rounds, complaining something in a low voice with an unhappy look on his face. In Mancang's eyes, the bear looked more like a heavy machine gunner, but the bear seemed to be unfamiliar with heavy machine guns, which made Mancang wonder if everything he saw before was a coincidence? He looked at Hu Yi who was behind the machine gun.
The bolt handle of the Civilian 24 heavy machine gun is different from the ordinary ones. It needs to be pushed forward to load the bullet. The feeding mechanism is pushed by the left running board. The bolt handle is not connected to the feeding mechanism. The feeding mechanism is complicated. When loading the belt, the belt needs to be pulled to the left twice, and the bolt handle also needs to be pushed forward twice, which seems to load the bullet twice. If you take it for granted that the belt is only pulled in once like ordinary firearms, then the heavy machine gun can only fire single shots.
Unfortunately, Hu Yiling disappointed Mancang. The operator was more skilled than Mancang's master, and the Tingmin 24 heavy machine gun was officially in place.
Boom boom boom…
When the heavy machine guns roared wildly, it always made people feel relieved. Even so, it was not the third company guarding the central street corner that felt relieved, but the security forces attacking the central street corner. The whistling bullets hit the wall of the building at the street corner, tearing from the left side of the first floor to the right, hitting a window fiercely, and then continued to move horizontally to the next window or gap, and then climbed up along the right side of the building arrogantly. The continuous and instantaneous craters created dust waterfalls, and like a venomous snake, it circulated from the right side of the second floor to the left, crushing everything it passed by.
The central street was suppressed, and the firing positions facing the west street were ravaged by heavy machine gun bullets and could not even stick their heads out. Some soldiers huddled under the windows and trembled, while others lay prone on the floor in fear of the endless destruction. The platoon leader shouted hoarsely in a room: "Fight back! Fight back! We must stand up! We cannot let the enemy get close... Third squad! Third squad! Prepare grenades..."
But this was too difficult, especially for the Third Company which was full of new recruits. It was too difficult. They had just been able to adapt to the combat atmosphere when an even more violent storm trajectory came. The only thing to be thankful for was that this rampant trajectory had a trace, like a continuous line of a paintbrush, and the terrifying momentum suppressed the hearts of all rookies.
A new round of attack began. Amid the shouts and scolding of the captain of the security forces, more and more figures appeared on the chaotic street. They took advantage of the shooting gaps caused by the suppression of heavy machine guns to advance on both sides of the street. The attack line was advancing meter by meter. The assault team had already picked up grenades and put ropes on their fingers. It was about seventy meters, about sixty meters.
Suddenly, there were no more bullet holes and dust on the building at the intersection ahead, but the heavy machine guns were still roaring in the back.
The captain of the security forces commanding the attack crouched and rushed into the temporary shelter of a fruit stall that had fallen on the street. He looked back inadvertently, an impatient expression frozen on his sweaty face, which then turned into confusion, and then into horror. His pupils began to dilate infinitely. In his horrified eyes, a heavy machine gun trajectory was approaching from behind along the side of the street, tearing apart everything in its path, flesh and dust, flying and wailing, crawling rapidly in death like a venomous snake, getting closer and closer, clearer and clearer, and its tracks blooming along the ground.
Then, the fruit stalls on the street were also broken...