Hu Yi’s characteristics determine the characteristics of the Ninth Company.
Since the birth of the Ninth Squad, the soul of the Ninth Squad was the machine gun; when it came to the Ninth Platoon, the soul of the Ninth Platoon was also the machine gun; now in the Ninth Company, the soul of the Ninth Company is still the machine gun. In the battle of Hu Yi, all resources serve the machine gun, and the machine gun position determines the basic formation.
Even though supplies were scarce, Hu Yi was unwilling to give up the absolute status of machine guns. In the eyes of others, the 9th Infantry Company was showing off by fully equipping their soldiers with Type 38 rifles. In fact, Hu Yi had no choice. In this way, the 79mm pointed bullets could only be enjoyed by Czech machine guns. Any amount of ammunition was insufficient, and firewood and rice were expensive!
It's not that Hu Yi has any foresight. The root of all this is that he is a machine gunner from an academy. He knows machine guns better than anyone else, and knows what machine guns can do and to what extent. In the Ninth Company, machine guns are grouped separately, unlike other companies that only have main and deputy shooters. For example, the machine gun assigned to Ma Liang is directly under the command and dispatch of Ma Liang, the platoon leader. A group of five people, the main shooter, the deputy shooter, the observer, the ammunition man, plus a fifth person who does odd jobs, looks like a heavy machine gun group based on the number of people. Even so, it can't compare with the lucky Luo Fugui, because the third platoon of the Ninth Company is actually a machine gun group, a super machine gun group that is luxuriously equipped with flower machine guns and grenade launchers.
No one knew Luo Fugui's personality and the combat effectiveness of the third platoon better than Hu Yi. He left the dozen men at the west end of the village as the front line in order to avoid losses. However, after a burst of fierce shooting, the left wing did not see the enemy's flanking detachment. Hu Yi was puzzled. What was the enemy's routine? What was the enemy's routine
It is impossible for the Japanese to go around the north of the village as it is too open. Hu Yi still thinks so. If they have to go around, they must go to the south of the village where the environment is relatively dense and there are many bushes. But is it time for them to come
The row of soldiers lying in ambush in the bushes were no longer concentrating on listening to the gunshots. They were making more and more small movements and began to scratch their heads and swat mosquitoes. Hu Yi ignored them and continued with his suspicion.
Red-eyed Ma Liang crawled to Hu Yi's side and said, "Brother, how about... I lead a platoon and make a detour. Even if we encounter an enemy, we won't be at a disadvantage in this environment. We can just force our way in with our numbers."
"What if you don't encounter them? You go over there? You just punch them one-sidedly? You may not be able to defeat them. The key is that you can't be sure when the main force of the Japanese will arrive. There is a risk of casualties, and you may end up running back in a panic."
Ma Liang grinned confidently: "I can still run."
"Forget it. Let's continue the ambush. I'll return your platoon to you. I have to go into the village to see what's going on with the mule!" Hu Yi handed Ma Liang's sergeant's mirror back to him.
Ma Liang did not rush to put away Cao Changjing, but handed it to Hu Yi: "Take it."
"You don't need to pity me!"
Hu Yi didn't answer. He grabbed his rifle, bent down, stood up, and ran north towards the village, leaving Ma Liang's soft laughter behind him.
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Since ancient times, the title of pioneer general is the most awesome honor. The Japanese pioneer team leader was originally very powerful and domineering. However, at this moment, he was sitting in a shallow pit behind a bush, wiping his shit awkwardly. Unfortunately, the more he wiped, the larger the area became. The towel in his hand had turned yellow. He threw it down in frustration and used a branch to wipe it desperately. He hated that he was driven into this pit by the disgusting machine gun fire!
Divide the troops to make a detour? There was no detour at all! When they were about 400 meters away from the village entrance, three of them were suddenly injured by the machine gun; then a burst of long-range bursts of fire like a clairvoyant eye caused the squad to be in disarray, and three more were killed and injured; it was just a Czech light machine gun, and they were so angry that they immediately screamed and demanded that it be taken away, crawling into the effective attack range, but they were almost reimbursed by the Czech machine gun for a group of Type 99 light machine guns; the unfortunate grenade launcher had just fired a round, and was immediately hit by two extremely accurate shots, and was killed on the spot in the pit; they were stunned and couldn't believe it, the Eighth Route Army also had a grenade launcher? And it was so accurate? Is it possible? Soon after, two more rounds flew in, knocking out another group of Type 99 light machine guns that were shooting, and they dared not breathe for a long time.
For the Japanese vanguard captain, this unfortunate battle was like his body covered in shit. It was a shit-like battle! No matter the taste or the feeling!
The subordinates crawled to the squad leader with their helmets covered, not daring to cover their noses, and chattered in panic in bird language: "One Czech light machine gun, one grenade launcher, about three or four Yusaka rifles, this is all the known firepower of the Eighth Route Army... The first squad requests to detour to the south to enter the village!"
One of the differences between humans and animals is that humans have emotions. The vanguard captain of the Japanese not only has emotions, but he has too much emotions at this moment. It would be fine if he didn't mention the current firepower of the Eighth Route Army, but he couldn't stand it if he mentioned it. This stopped the iron hoof of the imperial army? What a detour! He should strangle these Eighth Route Army soldiers to death!
"Advance! The three teams spread out and advance in turns! Towards the 100-meter line!"
The captain gnashed his teeth in anger. He was about to use the long-lost invincible method of the imperial army, the pig charge! If he didn't charge, it would not be enough to wash away this shit on him!
The subordinate was stunned. Here? To these Eighth Route Army soldiers... Come and charge
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In the telescope lens, the green in some areas was swaying violently, and occasionally a figure leaping forward in a wretched manner would flash before returning to the grass.
"The Japs are pulling away! The distance is 200! The width is probably three squads!"
Xiao Hongying's position has changed from leaning on the top of the wall to lying on the brick hole. The stray bullets from the cold gun hit the outer wall from time to time, making a sharp whistling sound.
"What the hell?" Luo Fugui, who was huddled against the wall with his machine gun in his arms and panting, heard this and his eyebrows trembled. His face was wrinkled and covered with dirt. "Didn't he make any detours? What's he trying to do?"
Normally, at this distance, each unit should start shooting, but no one in the third row shot at this time. After the Japanese advanced over a distance of 300 meters, Luo Fugui and his men did not shoot easily again. Only Tang Dagou occasionally changed positions and fired a few cold shots. In medium-range shooting, whoever has more guns will have the advantage. Even though Tang Dagou, an experienced soldier, shot very clumsily with cold shots, the position after each shot would attract more accurate bullet rain, which scared Wang Baoku.
Despite his doubts, Luo Fugui still believed in Xiao Hongying. That wicked thing had a pair of very bright eyes, and Luo Fugui felt that it was a waste for such eyes to be on her.
“Haha… hehehe…” Tang Dagou suddenly started laughing for no apparent reason, his shameless face twitching oddly: “What do you think the Japs are going to do? You’ll be able to hear pigs squealing soon!”
Everyone around was confused and didn't understand where the pigs were. Was Tang Dagou crazy again
Xiao Hongying was the second one among these idiots to realize the situation: "The Japs are coming! The Japs are coming directly towards us!" She dodged to the side of the brick hole and leaned against the wall. The sergeant's scope was put into the box and the Type 44 carbine was finally taken off her shoulder. Unfortunately, the bolt was still not pulled smoothly.
This behavior shocked Luo Fugui so much that he quickly sat up straight: "Hey! Then why are you still taking out your gun? We have to retreat now!"
Waste immediately agreed and nodded repeatedly; Li Xiang, He Gensheng and others did not comment.
"This is a good opportunity to bite the Japanese!" Xiao Hongying's eyes were shining, and the bolt in her hand finally fell into place, with the bullet loaded: "Fight a wave before leaving!"
Wang Xiaosan immediately agreed, and Tang Dagou unexpectedly nodded; Li Xiang, He Gensheng and others continued to remain silent.
"I'm the platoon leader!"
"This is the west end of the village, not the wasteland. After fighting, we will turn around and run east through the village. What are you afraid of? I will never let go of the opportunity to take advantage of you!" His little face suddenly became sinister and ferocious, and the pigtails behind his military cap stood up, which was very discordant!
The bear's eyes swung around for several rounds, and finally smacked its lips reluctantly: "Okay... okay... then I'll do another evil thing!"
Looking further, the Japanese soldiers had already crawled over a distance of 150 meters in the green. Occasionally, a steel helmet would shake and flash in the morning light on the grass tips. The third row stopped shooting and waited nervously. The Japanese also stopped shooting and crawled nervously.
After passing a hundred meters, the crawling advancing line of soldiers stopped. After half a minute of silence, there was a sharp sound of sabers being unsheathed, and a line of bayonets appeared in an instant, shining brightly in the morning sun, accompanied by a pig-killing howl, like a wave of bayonets rushing towards us!
"Eighty!" Xiao Hongying's gun muzzle was already resting on the hole in the brick, her ferocious eyes fixed behind the sight, yet she could still shout calmly.
Wang Baoku felt that the handle of the Mauser pistol in his hand was wet, and he had to use more strength to hold it tightly, preparing to poke his head through the gap.
"sixty!"
Li Xiang loaded the grenade into the grenade launcher and fired it directly. The sound of a grenade being ejected from the launcher startled the useless deputy, who hurriedly handed over the second grenade and reloaded it.
"Damn it!" Luo Fugui stood up and mounted the machine gun on the wall.
A sharp bayonet had already rushed across the fifty-meter distance, and immediately Xiao Hongying shouted subconsciously: "Beat the f**king Second Company!"
Wu Shitou began to throw grenade after grenade into the bayonet in front of him. He would throw away all the grenades he was carrying; Yi Er was also throwing grenades, and would at least throw away all his four grenades; Wang Xiaosan's machine gun finally had a chance to poke out of the corner, and shell casings began to burst out continuously; even He Gensheng set up his useless rifle, and desperately pulled the bolt again and again. He shot even more crazily than Tang Dagou!
No one noticed that the company commander who came to check the situation had just appeared behind the third platoon. Without even saying a word, he rushed into the nearest shooting position with his rifle, opened the bolt and fired: "Wang Xiaosan defends the right wing, and the mule shoots on the left! Retreat the grenade launcher first! Retreat now! Then the machine gun will retreat..."
The smoke exploded into a large area, shaking the world again and again, like a curtain reflecting the morning sun...