The puppet army had never experienced this before. A mile away, just as they were about to set off, there was a bullet whizzing through the air? Was it an illusion? There was another bullet buried in the ground nearby? This was not right! Suddenly someone shouted, it turned out that the gunfire in front was really coming here! This was not an illusion at all.
The two companies that were heading for the main attack had just set out when they all lay down. The Eighth Route Army had never seen such a fighting style before. When they listened carefully, they found that the rain of bullets was not dense, but everyone was still unwilling to stand up. The few Japanese soldiers scattered in the team were much braver. They just crouched and waved their bayonets around, indicating that they must move forward.
Under the threat, they finally stood up again reluctantly, but someone fell down crying, covering his wound that was suddenly bleeding, so they all lay down again. The Japanese were so angry that they raised their guns on the spot and shot the screaming puppet soldier to death. The noise disappeared, and the puppet soldiers had to continue moving forward, bending their waists as low as possible, wishing they could retract their heads into their necks, and moving forward step by step.
After 400 meters, casualties began to occur again. Three or four soldiers fell down. This time, the puppet soldiers who were lying down were unwilling to stand up, so they simply started crawling forward.
Several Japanese soldiers were so angry that they waved their bayonets to threaten again.
clang-
The sound sounded clear and harsh. A Japanese soldier looked at the eyes nearby turning towards him in a daze. He took off his own helmet and looked at the bullet marks in his hand, with a lucky smile on his face. But before that smile could fully bloom, he was shocked and hit by another whistling trajectory and fell directly.
With a loud bang, even those arrogant Japanese soldiers who were supervising the battle fell down. Unexpectedly, the Eighth Route Army also had good marksmanship. They chased after a few guerrillas to fight security battles every day, which was equivalent to playing chess with a bad chess player. Their vigilance was already pitifully low!
After the 300-meter distance line, these puppet soldiers didn't want to crawl forward anymore. These Eighth Route Army soldiers were all armed with Type 38 rifles! Their marksmanship was not bad. I had only seen the Japanese soldiers abuse the Eighth Route Army at this distance. This time, it became the Eighth Route Army that abused the puppet soldiers at this distance. More importantly, a Japanese soldier was screaming and wailing in front.
The original layout of the 9th Company's position has basically been restored. There are only three non-staff members left in the first row. Hu Yi temporarily took over the Czech light machine guns of the third row and occasionally fired bursts of fire; Xiao Hongying sneakily mixed in with a row of soldiers and did not withdraw, occasionally firing cold shots; Tang Dagou was continuing to shoot, pulling the bolt again and again, and barking wildly with a dog's voice, as if he had rabies.
"No one is allowed to hit my target!"
"He is mine!"
"Anyone who dares to hit him will be my mortal enemy!"
"I'm letting you climb again!"
"I'm not letting you move again!"
In the crosshairs of Tang Dagou's rifle, an unlucky Japanese soldier was screaming in the unlucky green sparse range, with more than one wound.
Snap—
Another stream of blood splattered, and the bloody Japanese soldier was shot in the shoulder.
Snap—
Another stream of blood splattered, and the bloody Japanese soldier had his foot shot through.
Every time Tang Dagou shot, he would rather aim off target, or miss the target, than aim straight, and just shoot at the edge of the target outline, one shot after another without stopping!
Not only the puppet army was stunned, but also some soldiers in the 9th company's position. Although they could not see the details of the target, they knew how miserable the target was. Was Dagou crazy? He had to keep catching that one devil? How many bullets was he going to waste on that one target? Why didn't the company commander care
One of the Japanese soldiers finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he dropped his rifle, stood up and rushed towards his injured fellow villager, cursing and indignantly as he passed one cowardly puppet soldier after another who were lying in the grass and dared not move.
The Czech light machine gun that occasionally fired bursts suddenly roared continuously, and the originally indifferent and sporadic trajectory suddenly turned into a poisonous snake, chasing the rescue target despicably. The trajectory could not be seen under the dazzling sunlight, but the ruthless whistle sweeping across could be heard, and the broken grass kept fluttering.
Then the three light machine guns of the puppet army suddenly started firing, and they madly poured out their fire towards the Eighth Route Army's position; then the shooting frequency on the Eighth Route Army's position increased again, and the puppet soldiers hurriedly lay in the grass to fight back, and the gunfire rang out again.
Amid the hail of bullets, the brave rescuer always managed to reach the wounded. Thank God, the Japanese soldier really got rid of the clutches of the machine gunner. He was shining under the sun. The other Japanese soldiers who were watching were about to cry. Who knew that there was a more despicable guy with a hateful ponytail, huddling in an inconspicuous corner, squinting his big evil eyes and waiting quietly in the crosshairs of his rifle. She was waiting for the moment when the brave rescuer stopped, which would make this scene even more moving.
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Chen Chong's platoon is in charge of the west side. So far, they have not fired a single shot and are all huddled in foxholes waiting. Although the terrain difference is not big, this position can at least be considered a high position, and leaving an observation post will allow them to grasp the situation.
Chen Chong's platoon was not as well equipped as the 9th Company, nor was its denial capability as good as the 9th Company, but he received his first tough mission, which did not require range or accuracy.
Chen Chong had already fixed his bayonet and unscrewed the back cover of the grenade. All he could do was to hold the rifle and wait nervously. In Wang Peng's company, Chen Chong was the one with the most combat experience. Although he, as a platoon leader, always looked naive, no one outside the Ninth Company dared to laugh at him!
"Platoon leader, the company commander said we should bring the enemy closer. How close do we have to bring them?"
"Within grenade range."
The soldier's eyes were dry with saliva and he stopped talking.
Chen Chong, who didn't want to talk much, had to say: "Back then, when the Ninth Company was still the Ninth Platoon, I ran on the city wall of Meixian! At that time... I was the squad leader."
Occasionally, stray bullets flew over Chen Chong's platoon's position, and a figure suddenly rushed into the trench where Chen Chong was.
"Coach Qin? Why are you here?"
Qin You shook the rifle from the seriously injured soldier in his hand and sat down next to Chen Chong: "I will serve as a soldier for you."
"But… "
"Shut up! No buts! Why does everyone want to tell me buts?"
Chen Chong was speechless. How could this be called being a soldier? This was clearly a sign of worrying about her family!
"Don't worry. I won't interfere with your command. I just can't stand that useless bear, Mule!" Qin You took out a half-stubbed out wrinkled cigarette from his pocket, blew off the dirt on the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and began to search for matches all over his body. He was not here to be a military supervisor, but he knew that there would be a storm here with Chen Chong, so he hoped he would be here too.
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There were incessant gunfire from the south, sometimes sparse and sometimes dense, but the attack from the west was going smoothly without any hindrance. It was not that the pseudo-company commander did not see that the frontal attack was blocked, but he was really limited in his ability and was blinded by greed. He was dazzled by the smooth situation on the west route, and instead urged them to speed up, and kept promising benefits to the brothers around him: Success is at hand, as long as we can get to the Eighth Route Army position, we will all be successful!
As they got closer, they could clearly see the Eighth Route Army's position. The puppet soldiers held their rifles tighter and tighter. Some began to pull out grenades. Suddenly, they saw a wave of grenades flying from the front.
The battle on the west side started in an instant, without any warning, and it started with grenades. The distance between the shots was less than fifty meters, and it seemed as if the whole world began to tremble.
The puppet troops in the front row were engulfed in the rising smoke, and the puppet troops in the back began to move forward, so the Eighth Route Army's western position was also filled with rising smoke.
“Go!”
Nothing is impossible. The puppet army really charged! They just bent their waists very low, fell down in panic from time to time, and got up again and again. They gritted their teeth, relying on the smoke screens of grenades and falling soil as cover, thinking that the Eighth Route Army would not be able to see them for a while, and that they would win if they charged forward. As long as they charged forward, how could the Eighth Route Army not collapse? This was the puppet army's self-evident empathy. After all, they were not the security forces of Meixian County, and their opponents had always been the guerrillas.
The pseudo-company commander followed behind the charging team, waving his pistol desperately. Seeing the brilliant achievement about to be created in front of the formation, his tense expression finally relaxed. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced inadvertently to the north, and immediately glared again.
More than twenty Eighth Route Army soldiers, holding bayonets and carrying grenades, were coming from the north. One of them, as big as a bear, had already lay down in the grass and started setting up a machine gun.
Aren't they defending the position? And bringing them out of the nest? The pseudo-company commander tilted his neck and looked at it with a chill in his heart!
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