The bunker was surrounded by earthen slopes. The little girl was short, light, and weak. She had no experience and was not mentally prepared, so not only did she fail to hold down the machine gun, but she was knocked down by the violent recoil of the machine gun. The pain in her little shoulder made her grimace.
The Japanese soldiers became bolder and sped up their advance in a dispersed formation. They had left the path and advanced to the foot of the mountain, closing the distance to about 300 meters.
Ma Liang and Liu Jianqiang were hiding and still did not fire their guns, although they also had Type 38 rifles in their hands, but they were deeply impressed by Captain Wang's battle. If they could not shoot as accurately as the Japanese, the farther they were from them, the more disadvantaged they would suffer. So come on, get closer, and they will shoot when they feel they can hit you.
Luo Fugui stopped laughing and said to the little girl, "You naughty child, now you understand! This gun is not something you can play with, and this battle is not something we can fight. Stop grinning, hurry up, I'm going to carry you on my back and run, and let those two guys cover us." After saying that, he came over to support Xiao Hongying.
"Get out of the way! If you want to run, run on your own." Xiao Hongying pushed Luo Fugui away, replaced the third magazine, and struggled to push the machine gun out of the bunker and straighten it. "I don't believe it!" She pulled the trigger again.
Damn it, your kindness is taken for granted. Of course I'd rather run by myself, that way I can run faster and more easily. If it weren't for Boss Hu's face, would I care so much about you? Boss Hu's "face" is naturally Boss Hu's "revenge". Luo Fugui looked at the little girl with a dark face, stubbornly preparing to shoot again, and was completely helpless.
Since you can't fire in bursts, I'll just fire one shot at you this time. The little girl raised her little hand, switched the shooting mode neatly, readjusted the sight, pouted her pigtails again, and put her big eyes on the aiming line. In the previous burst, she should have been able to hit the target with the first two bullets. The reason she didn't hit the target was that the aiming baseline of this Czech light machine gun was different from the rifle baseline position that the little girl was used to. It was not directly above the gun body. In order to avoid the obstruction of the magazine, it was tilted to the left side of the gun body. This made the little girl, who was using it for the first time, feel very uncomfortable. The target was moving to avoid it, which caused the first two shots to miss the target.
The little girl focused her mind on the crosshairs, and gradually ignored the surrounding environment. In her stubborn eyes, she only focused on the small area in the crosshairs, and steadily made fine adjustments to frame a target. He crouched, holding the gun in one hand and supporting the ground with the other, shaking his body and moving up the hillside. In this posture, the chest could not be seen clearly, so the little girl placed the crosshairs on the shaking helmet and pulled the trigger.
Da—as the gunshot rang out, the helmet just happened to deviate from the trajectory, so the bullet penetrated vertically into one of the target's shoulders, causing him to shake violently.
Da—the little girl pulled the trigger again, and the second bullet flew out immediately, seeming to be embedded in the target's leg. The target finally fell into the crosshairs.
The crosshairs immediately moved sideways, quickly framing the second target nearby. He had just prostrated himself on the ground because of the two close gunshots in front of him, and hurriedly placed the rifle in front of him, trying to observe the shooting position hidden on the top of the mountain. The little girl aimed the crosshairs at his chin and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Da--the bullet whizzed in, but it was a little low, hitting the rifle bolt in front of the target. Bang--with a flash of sparks from the friction of metal, the bullet jumped up and hit the target's eye. Then the target covered his bloody eyes and began to twist and roll wildly. Da--the next bullet immediately hit his exposed back, stopping the screams abruptly.
The crosshairs continued to move horizontally, framing the third target. The Japanese soldier was running sideways with his body lowered, about to rush to a nearby boulder. The little girl didn't have time to take a closer look. She roughly estimated the position and fired decisively. The bullet passed through the air and missed. The target rushed forward and lay behind the boulder, hiding his body. The gunshots rang again, and with a snap, a puff of dust jumped up at the target's feet. The Japanese soldier was so scared that he immediately retracted the foot exposed outside the stone, sweating coldly. Three hundred meters away, you want to shoot a foot
Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da…
One shot after another, narrowly hitting the bulging backpack, luckily penetrating the water bottle on the waist, whistling past the exposed helmet... After 20 compact and clear gunshots, the advancing Japanese soldiers completely stopped in place, hiding obediently, turning into earthworms. Although the continuous shooting turned into single-shot shooting, this burst of shooting was incredible, completely different from the previous two ridiculous sweeps, too scary, so accurate.
At first, the Japanese wanted to fight back and suppress the enemy, but the shooting position on the top of the mountain should have been processed. It was very hidden, far away, in a good position, and at a high altitude. Although they could lock the position, they could not see the target accurately and could only fight back roughly. Moreover, as long as they stuck their heads out and fired, the enemy would immediately and accurately return the fire. They fired single shots, but the firing rate was still absolutely advantageous. The close trajectory of the ballistic landing point made the Japanese tremble with fear. This was definitely not a guerrilla force. Did the Eighth Route Army have such a good player? If it were not for the fact that it was already bright and the clear Czech-style gunshots, the Japanese would even suspect that they had encountered their own friendly army.
The situation suddenly reversed, and the battle instantly became a stalemate. Ma Liang and Liu Jianqiang, who were hiding, stared at each other blankly again. The cowardly Luo Fugui fired the first burst from a distance, and the wicked girl fired the absurd second burst. Who fired the soul-stirring single burst just now? The squad leader is back? Is he dreaming
Luo Fugui hunched his back and carefully retracted his head from the parapet. He stared blankly at Xiao Hongying who was changing the fourth magazine beside him and muttered, "Grandma, the Japanese are all silent! Are they all damn dead?"
Xiao Hongying, with her pigtail dangling, raised the butt of the rifle again, gritted her teeth and pressed it against her still aching shoulder, and began to aim down the mountain again, saying to Luo Fugui, "Two were killed, two were injured, and the rest were not hit. Don't call me grandma from now on, just call me grandmother!"
At this moment, Luo Fugui didn't care about the little girl taking advantage of his words. He still felt it was incredible. He suspected that this wicked child might really be the biological child of Hu Lao Da. The Japanese were suppressed under the mountain, and the happiest person was Luo Fugui. If it continued like this, he wouldn't have to think about running away. Maybe it was the Japanese who wanted to run away. That was perfect. There were no outsiders in the ninth squad, so I could search without worry.
"What are you doing, you stupid mule? Reload the bullets! Can't you see there's only one magazine left?"
"Ah? Oh, okay, just watch out, I, Luo Fugui, am really good at loading bullets!"
Xiao Hongying was not as nervous about this battle as others, not only because of her bold and aggressive personality. She was useless in commanding the battle, but she was very smart in weighing the pros and cons. This group of devils was not large, and most of them were injured and sick, with no grenade launchers or heavy weapons. They had bunkers and positions with machine guns. Hu Yi stipulated that Luo Fugui must carry 200 rounds of bullets whenever the ninth squad went out. Ma Liang and Runny Nose also had more than 100 rounds of bullets. What was there to be afraid of in this battle? Who was afraid of whom? I was stuck on this mountain, what could you do to the devils
The Japanese soldiers at the foot of the mountain were suppressed. They did not expect that the machine gun suddenly changed its temper. They were hit by two people and two wounded. Their fighting spirit was dampened, but they were not discouraged. Up to now, only one machine gun has been fired. It is estimated that there are one or two people on the top of the mountain. If we said we would withdraw before the fight, but now there are casualties, and you are outnumbered, then we cannot give up. We must kill you. Otherwise, where is the invincible imperial army? How can we return to the barracks with dignity
The leading Japanese soldier made up his mind: since you can use a gun, I have to be serious. You must take your life. Blood debt must be repaid with blood!