"Light and heavy machine guns play to death?"

On the way back to the camp, Niu Tie scratched his head and muttered this strange order.

The previous divisional headquarters did not know where to get a large amount of weapons and ammunition, so now his regimental machine gun configuration is extremely luxurious.

His 3rd regiment had 1,200 soldiers, 39 light machine guns and 1 heavy machine gun, an average of one light machine gun for every 30 people.

Among them were 20 Czech light machine guns, 19 crooked light machine guns, and 1 Maxim heavy machine gun, and each machine gun was equipped with a base number of ammunition, one base of ammunition for light machine guns was 1,000 rounds, and heavy machine guns were 3,000 rounds.

Listening to the meaning of the brigade commander's words, these bullets can all be used up, and after calculation, he will have to consume more than 40,000 rounds of bullets for a regiment of these dozens of light and heavy machine guns alone in this battle.

Then add nearly 1,000 rifles of all kinds, and if you let go of the gun, this battle consumes more than 50,000 rounds of ammunition.

"Did the brigade commander forget to take his medicine today?"

Trembling and confused, Niu Tie hurriedly accelerated back to his position.

The position of the 3rd Regiment was on the left side of the Wind Pressure Valley, close to the direction in which the Devils' team was coming, which meant that during the period before the ambush began, the Devils had to pass by only 300 meters away from the 3rd Regiment's position, so this put forward high requirements for the 3rd Regiment's position to be concealed.

"You, you, you, retract your head for me·····"

"And you, take off the bayonet, I'm out of the trench..."

“····”

Scolding all the way, as soon as Niu Tie returned to his position, he called his battalion company commander over.

"The brigade headquarters has a new order, this battle is not allowed to save bullets, light and heavy machine guns are used to fight for life, if you can use bullets, do not use bayonets, and when you see the enemy, you will use machine guns to break through and solve the battle as soon as possible" Niu Tie shouted at the top of his voice.

"Huh?"

"Commander, are you sure you heard the order correctly?"

"We now have so many machine guns in the regiment, it costs a lot of bullets, let's make a sudden attack first, and then rush up to see the bayonet red, which can save a lot of bullets."

One of his battalion commanders opened his mouth wide and questioned his own regiment commander, although he heard it clearly, but this suspicion was completely subconscious, after all, since joining the army, saving bullets is a necessary and every order.

Niu Tie didn't explain, he directly slapped over and slapped him on the head of the battalion commander.

"What a bayonet! Isn't the bullet smelly? ”

"Do you understand?"

"Ouch, I understand, I understand" The battalion commander hurriedly returned to his position with his head in his hands.

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Thirty minutes later, the devil's brigade had all entered the ambush circle.

"Hit"

The brigade commander roared angrily, and a signal flare flew into the air.

Flashing flames, trailing flares of smoke split into striking spots in the air.

On the high ground on both sides of the Wind Pressure Valley, the commander of the artillery company of the 119th Division put the shell in his hand into the mortar barrel steadily, and the other three mortars beside him were also put into one shell, and at the same time, on the high ground opposite him, the other three guns also emitted muzzle flames simultaneously.

"Bang ·····"

"Rush fire"

In the uniform sound of artillery was the roar of the commander of the artillery company.

Seven 60 mortars, with a maximum rate of fire of 30 rounds per minute, continued to fire 1.35 kilograms of grenades at the devil team one kilometer away, and the rain of 210 shells per minute fell on the devil team Zheng in an instant

The maximum rate of fire of the 60 mortar can be maintained for five minutes, that is, a thousand shells will fall on the devil's team Zheng in these five minutes

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"Fire"

The flares that lifted off broke the long-monotonous howling of the wind in the valley of wind pressure in an instant.

On the left side of the valley of wind pressure, the fighters of the two main regiments of the 344th Brigade pulled the trigger one after another, and at this moment, two thousand rifles and seventy-eight machine guns erupted in a dense rain of bullets.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack"

At the moment when the flare was lifted into the air, the captain of the devil brigade was surprised at first.

He had always hoped that the enemy would ambush him here, so that he could rely on the terrain to defend himself, and as long as he could hold out for three hours, the ambush would turn into a great victory for the imperial army.

With the pitiful firepower of the Eighth Route Army, he was not at all worried that his brigade would hold out for less than three hours.

This is called middle flowering.

The captain used the Chinese idiom he heard not long ago.

But as soon as the ambush position opened fire, he realized that something was wrong.

First of all, the gunfire around here is too dense, with his years of actual combat experience, he can judge that this is close to a hundred machine guns of dense firepower, and this unscrupulous automatic strafing is not like the style of the Eighth Route Army.

"Intelligence error?"

Squinting his eyes, the captain kicked open the car door, he planned to personally organize the troops to counterattack.

And at this moment, a volley of mortar shells exploded around him at the same time.

The power of the 60 mortar shell is not great, the power of its standard grenade is only equivalent to the power of the combination of four grenades, and because the car blocked the grenade fragments, the captain of the devil brigade was fortunate to pick up a life, but he was shot through his right lung by shrapnel and lost his ability to act for a while.

"Medic! Medical officer! ”

The captain's side, the luck was so bad that he didn't support the staff officer and shouted for the medical officer.

Lying flat on the ground, the captain of the devil brigade with leaky lungs was unable to make a sound, so he could only open his eyes blankly and look at the sky.

In his field of vision, mortar shells whizzed through the air, and then slammed into the troops behind him, the sound of explosions continued.

"Damn Tegaoke, even the enemy's intelligence is wrong, how can the Eighth Route Army have such fierce firepower"

There was only one thought left in his mind before he passed out.

Because of the injury of the brigade commander, the already chaotic organization of the brigade was disrupted, and in this case, even the middle and lower-class officers commanded the Japanese army, which was extremely independent, and it took a full ten minutes to organize a large-scale counterattack.

And those ten minutes are the fatal ten minutes.

"Fire, fire, where, aim at the devil hiding behind the car"

Next to a Czech light machine gun, the commander of the 3rd Regiment personally commanded the machine gunners to shoot, he held the binoculars, and a pair of eagle eyes scanned the battlefield coldly, looking for all the fighters.

However, this machine gunner's skills didn't seem to be good, and many point shots didn't hit the devil, and finally the devil was directly blown up by a mortar shell, and this time the anxious Niu Tie grabbed the machine gun.

"How stupid are you? Let me do it myself."

Niu Tie held the machine gun, he relied on his tall figure, directly held the bipod with his hand, the butt of the gun against his shoulder, and directly pulled the trigger on the devil, his strong body could directly withstand the huge recoil of the Czech machine gun.

"What are you doing in a daze? Help me change the bullets."

After firing the twenty-round upright magazine with a shuttle, he killed at least four devils with this shuttle, and Niu Tie, who was getting up, scolded the stunned machine gunner next to him.

"Ah, okay"

The Heavy hurriedly inserted a new magazine, this time a thirty-round magazine.

Pulling the bolt, the bullet was loaded, and Niu Tie pulled the trigger again.

"Sure enough, the machine gun is still sudden, and the bayonet is not fragrant at all."

Looking at the devil who was beaten on the highway, Niu Tie was so excited that he couldn't control himself, and his fingers pulling the trigger couldn't stop at all.