Due to the different combat environments, the Eighth Route Army mostly conducted small-scale battles and fought on the move, so bunkers and fortifications were rarely used, which also led to many soldiers not being good at building and using bunkers. They just randomly dug holes and climbed slopes. Hu Yi was proficient in this and taught the little girl carefully. Bunkers may look inconspicuous, but they can greatly increase the chance of surviving a battle and reduce casualties. He taught the little girl this out of love and gave her more means to save her life. Now, the little girl directly applies what she has learned in combat.
The bunker was located on the protruding part on the north side of the mountain top. This location was a bit conspicuous, but it could maximize the firing range and cover three directions, just enough to monitor the three paths around the mountain. The bunker was not large, it was a squat shooting position, a shallow pit about one and a half meters square, with earth and rocks piled up on three sides, and a simple concave battlement left. The pit was appropriately extended behind, and the surroundings were appropriately concealed to blend into the surrounding environment.
At this moment, the little girl was squatting in the bunker, watching the approaching Japanese soldiers. She did not have the sadness that Ma Liang had, but was full of excitement instead.
"Mule, can you set up the machine gun?"
"Isn't it on a shelf?"
"The gun is here, why are you still lying in the pit? Come up quickly! Are you coming up or not?" Xiao Hongying began to glare at Luo Fugui.
Luo Fugui twisted his head for a long time, and finally poked his head out of the parapet reluctantly, complaining: "The political commissar told us to just report, why are we still talking nonsense here? It's not too late now, otherwise we..."
"Stop talking nonsense! Aim at me and hit me when I tell you to." Xiao Hongying interrupted Luo Fugui's chattering and turned back to pay attention to the target again.
It seemed that a fight was inevitable. Luo Fugui sighed, grabbed the machine gun, and placed the butt of the gun against his broad shoulders.
After a while, the enemy came closer again. Luo Fugui began to wonder: How far is it? Is it about the same as the time in Qingshan Village? That time it was a plainclothes team with short guns, but this time it was real devils with long guns. The devils are very powerful. I saw it behind Tushan when I was led by Boss Hu. Thirty or fifty devils beat Captain Wang's hundred-man army to a pulp. How amazing!
Luo Fugui did not dare to hesitate any longer, and pulled the trigger with a bang. If he wanted to shoot, he had to do it as soon as possible, safety first, and then he pulled the trigger hard.
The Czech gun roared suddenly and trembled violently, pushing bullets out of the muzzle continuously, whizzing towards the path down the mountain.
When Luo Fugui was in Qingshan Village, he shot all his bullets high. Afterwards, he asked Hu Yi about it and got the answer that his posture was incorrect. He then taught him the correct way to hold the gun. This time, he did not forget this. Although he did not practice, he imitated it and looked very good.
As expected, the ballistic dispersion was much better, and the bullets basically flew to the target area.
Crackling, crackling—the whistling sound continued all around, and the broken soil and stones jumped up. It was a machine gun! The Japanese soldiers were suddenly panicked, and then they looked for cover on the spot. After twenty rounds of bullets were fired at them, the surroundings became quiet, and no one was injured or killed.
Xiao Hongying, with her braids sticking up, stared blankly at the Japanese soldiers who were stopped more than 400 meters away with her big eyes. Then she turned her head to look at Luo Fugui who seemed to be nonchalant. She was so angry that her lungs almost exploded. She raised her little feet and started kicking him hard.
"You're hitting me even before I tell you to? I let you hit me! I let you hit me!..."
"Boss Hu said this is called fire suppression, do you understand? Ouch... you..."
"You coward, I'll let you make excuses! If you keep making excuses..."
"Ouch... you little bitch... if you kick me again I won't hit you..."
"Hit your head! Get out of the way, I don't need you anymore!"
After firing a whole magazine, there were kicks and scolding sounds coming from the bunker. Ma Liang and Liu Jianqiang, who were hiding nearby, stared at each other blankly. They knew with a little thought that it must be Luo Fugui's doing. He alerted the enemy from a distance. Not only did he not hurt the enemy, but he also had no hope of ambushing them. There were not many people to begin with, and the situation was even worse now.
The Japanese soldiers were completely confused. The gunshots came from the hill in front of them. They fired a random burst of bullets from such a long distance. What was going on? They racked their brains but couldn't figure out what kind of fighting method this was. It was impossible to ambush. Even if it was a blocking attack, it wouldn't be fought like this. Just based on the scattered bullet points, the Japanese soldiers even thought it couldn't be the Eighth Route Army at all. At most, it was the guerrillas, with only a few people.
The medical soldier wanted to return to Xinghua Village and take another route, but the wounded soldiers were eager to restore their self-esteem and prove that they could still serve the great emperor. Isn’t this the best opportunity? So the team did not withdraw.
The three Japanese soldiers on guard and the eight Japanese soldiers carrying stretchers were not wounded. The nine of them held up their guns as the main force. The six wounded soldiers who could walk with guns held up their guns to provide cover and assistance, while the rest of them hid in place. The Japanese soldiers had to test the opponent's strength first.
Xiao Hongying had disassembled the machine gun before, but had never used it. She kicked Luo Fugui away and lay down behind the machine gun. As she was small, she had to adjust the position of the machine gun with great effort. She was so tired from carrying and pulling that her face turned red. Then she reloaded a new magazine and threw the empty one to Luo Fugui.
"Fill me up!"
Luo Fugui took the magazine in his hand and slowly began to load bullets into it, saying, "Tsk, naughty kid, I'll kill you. This is a machine gun, you can't play with it, do you understand?"
Xiao Hongying simply ignored Luo Fugui's words. There were twenty rounds in a magazine, and even though the distance was more than 400 meters, he didn't hurt a single enemy. What a waste he was. There was no need to say anything more.
The enemy began to take action. Nine Japanese soldiers spread out at intervals, sometimes crawling, sometimes crouching and rushing a few steps, and slowly moving forward. After a while, another six Japanese soldiers followed carefully from behind.
I have shot all kinds of guns, but I have never shot a machine gun. Now this opportunity makes the little girl very excited. All the children's minds are focused on the machine gun. This excitement almost makes her forget that this is a real battlefield. Fox's machine gun is so good, it looks good and sounds good, and it is light and fierce; now it's my turn. With my ability, I guess I won't be much worse.
He took off his hat and stuffed it into his pocket, then stretched his arm with great effort. The bolt pulled very slowly, making a click--click--the sound. The gun was too heavy, so he had to prop his left elbow in the ground and use his left hand to hold the bottom of the butt for support. He took a deep breath, and then the little braid on his left side slowly curled up.
Luo Fugui, who was loading bullets nearby, saw this and laughed inwardly. This girl's little postures were quite unique. He couldn't help but be curious about how she could perform. So he stopped what he was doing and leaned his head to look at the path.
Everything was ready. The big eye that Xiao Hongying aimed at in the crosshairs began to become brighter, clearer, and purer, revealing determination and persistence, as beautiful as a shining star. Her delicate fingers began to slowly pull the trigger, and it moved backwards at a constant and steady speed.
The sear was finally pulled open, and the firing pin immediately hit the primer. The gunpowder in the cartridge case exploded instantly, pushing the bullet away and sending it into the narrow barrel. Before the bullet flew out of the muzzle, the violent expansion gas pressure was poured into the gas port in the barrel, and then pushed the piston backwards, causing the bolt to retreat violently, ejecting a cartridge case at the same time, and then being sent back by the recoil mechanism, allowing the second bullet to enter the chamber...
Da da da da…
The machine gun trembled violently, and the recoil force came in waves, hitting Xiao Hongying's tender shoulders through the heavy butt, again and again, pushing her petite body back little by little, pushing her slowly down the parapet...
When the last bullet in the magazine was pushed out of the muzzle, the little girl had almost completely slid into the pit, the muzzle of the gun was raised to the sky, and she was panting with smoke coming out of her mouth. At the same time, she shouted angrily: "What kind of broken gun is this! It hurts me to death!" and then she was blown away by the wind...
At this moment, Luo Fugui completely forgot about the Japanese in the distance and his fear. He covered his stomach and slid into the pit because he was laughing so hard that he choked.
All the advancing Japanese soldiers fell to the ground. Another full magazine of twenty rounds was used. But this time it was even more outrageous. Except for the first two or three bullets that barely grazed a person and fell to the ground, the rest of the bullets flew into the sky, and flew higher and higher, farther and farther. It was breathtaking...
The Japanese soldiers understood that although the enemy had a machine gun, they were definitely not the Eighth Route Army, and they might not even be guerrillas, because they were not good at shooting. They stood up again with their guns in hand, no longer making indecent attempts, and began to advance boldly...