Following the first company on the small street, the third company on the west side of the small street also engaged in a full-scale exchange of fire with the Japanese. Unlike the battle on the small street, this side was a pure street battle with brick walls, narrow alleys, and chaotic gunfire. There were more than 50 Japanese in a squad, and the third company without the second row also had about 50 people, fighting in the rubble.
When the gunshot finally rang in his ears, Hu Yi unconsciously entered the state, temporarily forgetting the scarlet past, and not caring about the unknown next moment. He raised his left foot and stepped on the gap in the wooden wall in front of him. His body slightly bent forward, and the narrow eyes hidden under the lowered and curled gray hat brim gradually narrowed. His breathing rate began to slow down. Instinct took over and began to dominate his body, mind, and the brand new Zhongzheng rifle.
After ejecting the first shell and pulling back the bolt, the first shot was so high that it flew over the target and landed on the ground. Damn it! Hu Yi found that he had neglected to set the scale, so he lowered the distance from 300 meters to 100 meters and put the muzzle close to the window gap again. One of the two Japanese soldiers who were lying on the ground throwing grenades had disappeared, and the other one was still lying on the ground holding the grenade. He had a hunch that it was a dead thing, probably done by Wang Lao, because the big guy's gunshot sounded in front of him. It was foggy, and it was not clear whether there was any blood at a distance of more than 50 meters, let alone the location of the bullet. Veteran battlefield rules: Don't think that the enemy can be killed with one shot. The slightly narrowed right eye on the wooden butt of the rifle passed through the gap of 100 set on the scale, passed through the slightly lowered front sight, and reached the center of the Japanese soldier's back. Snap - a huge shock with a slight pain was transmitted from the shoulder to the whole body, causing Hu Yi to shake slightly with comfort.
The flash of fire, with a thin puff of green smoke and a faint smell of gunpowder, spread through the window of the small building. A 792mm rifle bullet flew like a little elf, whistling and flying, and in a flash it flew through its life course, piercing the back of the Japanese corpse, unwillingly using the last bit of strength to drill into the ground. The dead Japanese died again.
"The trajectory is perfect and beautiful, you are a good and obedient girl!" Hu Yi silently praised the slightly warm Zhongzheng in his hand. With a clatter, his right hand mechanically pulled and pushed the round, smooth and slightly shiny bolt again, and slightly adjusted the muzzle, aiming at the target who was crawling behind the wall near the corpse. The wall blocked the vital torso, and only half of the shoulder and helmet were exposed in the crosshairs. Bang-bang-the bullet hit the corner of the helmet and bounced off. The movement while crawling allowed the devil to escape. The ricochet on the helmet surprised him. He found that his position was not good, so he immediately retreated to the corner of the wall, crouched and turned around and ran back to find a new shelter.
The third shell jumped out of the gun chamber lightly, rolled in a small arc, and landed beside Hu Yi's feet. "You are so lucky!" He took a breath and exhaled slowly, swung the muzzle slightly, turned the aiming position to the other end of the short wall and waited, and the index finger of his right hand began to exert force very slowly and gently, and the trigger slowly sank, approaching the critical point of firing.
Bang! The figure who had just crouched and rushed out of the corner was knocked to the ground by the external force flying sideways. The bullet hole on the thigh made the Japanese panic. He struggled to stand up, but failed. He immediately crawled to get through this deadly corner.
Hula—the fifth bullet slid neatly into the gun chamber, and the copper-yellow bullet body with a slightly curved cone stood handsomely and coldly at the starting line. "You don't have to run anymore!" Hu Yi told the devil in his heart. He raised the ferocious muzzle of the gun, which was still smoking, again and pointed it at the dirty soul that was still struggling and crawling.
Bang—a bullet hit the ground next to the struggling Japanese soldier in the corner, splashing a cloud of dust. "Fuck... is there wind? I missed again?" The big guy was grinning as he took out the shell from the window to the right of Hu Yi.
Bang—another gunshot, the struggling Japanese soldier was completely motionless, because half of his head had been blown off by the gunshot, and the white brain mixed with blood was scattered all over the floor, and sticky bits of it splattered on the wall. "Damn it, I was aiming at his neck, but I hit his head instead. This unlucky guy, I can't blame me." Old Wang at the left window muttered angrily.
Amid the grumblings of the big guy and Wang Laokou, Hu Yi reluctantly released the trigger that was about to be pulled and looked for the target again. When his eyes swept across an open window, his heart suddenly sank, and a chill instantly spread throughout his body. This was an extremely familiar feeling. Although the visibility was not clear enough, he could only distinguish an open dark window and nothing else, but Hu Yi was sure that the window should have been closed when he observed it just now. He intuitively knew that there would be a machine gun in the window. The two-story building that was higher than the surroundings would eventually be noticed by the enemy. The window was opened to put the machine gun bipod on the windowsill, otherwise it would be impossible to shoot steadily. Perhaps at this moment, the Japanese machine gunner had already completed the aiming.
"Hide!" Hu Yigao shouted, and at the same time, he pushed hard with his front foot on the wooden wall, causing his body to fly backwards out of the window and fall on his back on the ground.
The windows were torn into pieces one after another, starting from one side and then moving horizontally to the other side. The wood chips and broken glass flying in the air in the room drew crisscross paths and fluttered. The sound turned into a thump thump thump. The trajectory passed the first window and continued to extend horizontally along the window edge and the wooden wall. Bullet holes jumped on the wooden wall one by one, and the light outside the wall kept leaking in. It jumped to the second window, and then returned to a crackling sound. Then it went to the third window, and then returned to the original route. The tearing sound shattered the south wall, passed through the air in the room, and then rushed to the north wall, revealing one continuous bullet hole after another, and pouring in streams of pale light. The wooden second floor was shaking continuously, making strange creaking sounds. Bullets whistled wildly in the room, destroying everything they passed by, constantly creating fragments, and penetrating everything that blocked them. After a moment, it finally became quiet...
The exchange of fire outside the house was still going on, and there was no sound in the small building for a moment, it was dead silent.
The silly boy curled up in the corner of the first floor, staring with eyes wide open, looking up at the staircase leading to the second floor, speechless. The silly boy didn't understand what was happening, couldn't comprehend it, but heard that the upstairs suddenly became noisy and trembling, and countless dust continued to fall from the cracks in the ceiling on the first floor, as if everything that could be broken up upstairs was broken, and it was a continuous shattering. The sound was very creepy, and the silly boy instinctively felt fear.
Zhao Yong, who had been guarding the door on the first floor, finally reacted, dropped his gun, rushed to the stairs, and climbed up the stairs with many falls. "Platoon leader! Big guy! Platoon, platoon leader!" His voice was trembling, and he cried. His hands and feet were out of control, and the short wooden stairs of more than ten steps were too far to climb to the top.
When Zhao Yong first came to the third platoon, he felt helpless. The third platoon couldn't fight the main force, and the few rotten garlics and the old platoon leader were really discouraged. Slowly, he began to experience the battlefield, watching cheap human lives disappear like grass, watching the so-called main forces change one after another like crops, and some faces disappeared in the smoke before he could even remember them clearly, which made Zhao Yong feel cold in his heart. Because the people in the third platoon seemed to live longer, although there were fewer people, so slowly it seemed that he could only remember the third platoon, and only remember the platoon leader, the big guy and other rotten garlics. Whether Zhao Yong was willing or not, and whether he liked it or not, these were the only things in his memory. He himself didn't know that in a subtle way, the third platoon had become the only support in his heart, allowing him to complain and make sarcastic remarks, and not become numb because of the environment.
When the sound of the roof being penetrated began to sound continuously, Zhao Yong was stunned. Unlike the silly boy, Zhao Yong knew what the sound was, and could even associate it with the miserable state of the platoon leader, the big guy, and Hu Yi, the annoying guy. As the sound of the machine gun penetrated the roof, Zhao Yong's heart was also penetrated. Every bullet pierced Zhao Yong's heart, and it was cold.