Bang bang bang ......"

Three shots were fired in succession, and one of the devils closest to the position was beaten into a sieve and fell at the last moment of victory.

The company commander didn't have time to look at the results, so he quickly aimed at the second devil.

"Da Da Da ......"

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the long-lost sound of machine gun fire finally sounded behind him.

Two heavy machine guns of the fire platoon and six light machine guns of three fire squads hid in a bunker fifty meters behind the position.

On the positions were their comrades-in-arms, their platoon commanders, company commanders.

If the Japanese army were allowed to rush into the position, they would surely die.

The fingers kept touching the trigger of the machine gun, wanting to shoot.

But without the battalion commander's order, no matter how nervous I was, no matter how anxious I was, I could only endure it, watching the devils rush closer and closer, and I could only be a spectator.

"All fire points are ......"

The long-lost order finally reached their ears.

The Japanese troops in the front row had long been put into the crosshairs by them.

As soon as the light and heavy machine guns went off, these devils were unlucky, and before they could react from the shock, they were swept to the ground one by one.

The captain of the Japanese Forward Brigade was a typical Japanese, with lap legs, and although he was not tall like ordinary Japanese, he was very strong.

Holding the command knife in his hand, his eyes are like eagle eyes, revealing a murderous aura, which makes everyone's scalp numb.

He didn't speak the whole offense.

With such a fierce artillery strike, a mouse will be blown into minced meat, not to mention the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

The captain was confident that the Eighth Route Army on the position would definitely suffer heavy losses in the artillery fire.

In particular, light and heavy machine guns, which were inconvenient to move, were definitely lost.

The situation at the beginning of the battle was indeed as judged by the captain.

The blocking position, which stretched for more than 200 meters, had only more than 100 rifles to counterattack, and there was not a single stop of light and heavy machine guns.

In this case, even if the more than 100 riflemen had sufficient ammunition and were equipped with a large number of grenades and grenades, it would be impossible to stop the imperial army's attack.

He was confident in the attacking troops, believing that the squadron leader of the attacking unit could solve all the problems that arose on the offensive path.

Until the smoke of gunfire that hung over the position cleared, four points of fire suddenly appeared behind the blocking position.

The two points of fire were heavy machine guns, and the two points of fire were light machine guns, a total of eight light and heavy machine guns, and the bullets were fired at the attacking troops like no money.

"Yaga! These light and heavy machine guns are hidden in the bunker! The captain exclaimed with a dumbfounded face.

In just a few seconds, the attacking troops were killed and wounded by these machine-gun fire.

At this time, although the captain was shocked and couldn't stop scolding the Eighth Route Army for being cunning, he still didn't speak and chose to believe his subordinates.

They are all elites of a hundred battles, especially those officers, all of whom have been on the battlefield for a long time, and know the battlefield situation better than themselves, and must be able to deal with these unexpected situations.

Six heavy machine guns, which provided fire cover, quickly adjusted their targets and fought back against the bullets fired from the point of fire.

The gunners of the mortar squadron got busy again, fine-tuning the muzzle height.

After a brief confirmation, he asked the ammunition man for a shell, held it with both hands, stuffed it into the barrel, and as soon as he let go, he quickly covered his ears and lowered his body.

With a "......", the shell flew out of the barrel under a cloud of white smoke and flew towards the target in a parabola.

Eight mortars fired in succession, and the explosions soon resounded around the firing point.

The dirt and gravel were once again blown into the sky, and along with the smoke of gunfire, they quickly dispersed, covering several points of fire.

The gunfire at the "Da ......" firing point has not stopped.

Bullets flew back and forth among the attacking troops, taking the lives of one soldier after another.

On the position, after the six heavy machine guns covering the attack shifted their firing targets, the pressure on the riflemen suddenly disappeared and they joined the battle together.

The garrison regiment had an unwritten rule from the beginning of its formation.

After a recruit joins the army and completes the recruit training, the first thing to do is to practice marksmanship well.

Fighting bayonets and hand-to-hand combat requires not only long training, but also a strong physique.

Because of insufficient nutrition, the Chinese are obviously one grade lower than the Japanese army.

Therefore, if you want to defeat the Japanese army in hand-to-hand combat and bayonet fighting, you need a long time of training and accumulation.

And what the Eighth Route Army lacked the most was time, after the recruits completed the recruit training to replenish the main force, they might participate in the battle the next day, and there was not so much time to train at all.

But the marksmanship is different.

As long as there are enough bullets and the supply is open, it will definitely be able to train a recruit in a short time.

Although it is not as good as the Japanese, who are all sharpshooters, the exchange of fire between friend and foe is generally controlled within 100 meters.

Even if the devil is a sharpshooter or sniper, at this distance, he may be killed by an ordinary gunner of the Eighth Route Army.

Therefore, practicing marksmanship has become the only way for the garrison regiment to quickly defeat the little devils on the battlefield.

Of course, this kind of quick formation is also suitable for the garrison regiment.

The garrison regiment has an arsenal that can reload a large number of bullets for training troops.

The other Eighth Route Army units are not good, and the reloading bullet is also a treasure in their eyes, and it is not enough to kill devils, and it is impossible to use it for training.

Almost all of the Japanese attacking troops rushed to 100 meters in front of the formation, a distance that was most commonly used by a company of riflemen when firing live ammunition, and most of the soldiers could achieve a hit rate of more than 80%.

In addition, the devils were all exposed in front of the formation, without cover, hiding in the trenches for a company, only half of their heads were exposed, and they kept shifting their firing positions.

Shooting back and forth, the Japanese obviously suffered a loss.

The captain finally began to get anxious, and the first one who couldn't hold back was the adjutant: "Sir, the mortar is useless against the firepower of the Eighth Route Army!" ”

"Order the mountain artillery squadron to fire their guns immediately and kill them!" The captain commanded with a calm face.

After seeing that the attacking troops were fighting less and less, the captain continued to order: "The attacking troops will retreat immediately. ”

"Contact the air forces in the sky, as soon as the attacking troops withdraw they will bomb the ground, and I will raze the positions of the garrison regiment to the ground."

The last few words were shouted out by the captain through gritted teeth.

A confident attack was ultimately defeated, and the attacking troops suffered heavy casualties.

For the captain, it was a slap in the face, and a very loud slap.

In the second position of the third battalion, Huang Sheng's tense nerves slowly relaxed.

The serious expression on his face also showed a smile as large swaths of the Japanese attacking troops were killed.

"Battalion commander, the devils are starting to retreat, there is less than one squad left in an infantry squadron, do you want to order a company to go out and counterattack, and wipe out the remaining little devils, come to a circle!" The deputy battalion commander was more excited than Huang Sheng, and he proposed with a leap on his face.

"No way!" Huang Sheng's face returned to seriousness.

"The regiment commander gave a death order, we must not be greedy for merit on the battlefield, and as soon as the Japanese army withdraws, we must also retreat."

"Exchange space for time, drag the devil here."

"Pass my order, the company will retreat immediately, hurry up."

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