The platoon commander of the puppet army breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and pushed down the brim of his crooked hat, and shouted forward: "Go one!" ”

In the security forces, the people who do this kind of work are the most unpopular people, and they are definitely not the bravest people, because there are almost no brave people in the security forces.

When a squad leader heard the platoon commander's order, he raised his foot and kicked a soldier next to him forward: "What kind of neck, you cross the bridge to see." ”

Everyone looked at the unlucky ghost who was kicked forward like a short-lived ghost, and there were even people laughing out loud in such a tense situation.

The puppet army almost turned his waist cat to ninety degrees, and he really walked up to the bridge step by step, ten meters, twenty meters, and when he reached the middle of the bridge, he stopped suddenly, staring at a shooting hole in the pillbox with frightened eyes, and clearly saw the muzzle of a Czech machine gun appear, and his legs no longer obeyed, and he could not move.

There was an urging from behind him, "Why are you leaving?" Stop farting in the middle! ”

This urging not only failed to make the puppet army stopped in the middle of the bridge continue to move forward, but instead saw him suddenly lying on the bridge with his head in his hands, followed by a sudden flash of machine-gun fire in the shooting hole of the pillbox.

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In the bridgehead, the bullet casings crackled to the ground, the roar of the Czech machine gun reverberated in the narrow space, and behind the frantically vibrating machine gun butt, the narrow eyes on the numb face trembled with the tremor of the machine gun in the dim light in the pillbox.

As the smoke of the bullet casings burst out of the bolt began to fill the limited space, the two soldiers sat on the ground on the side of the machine gun position, guarding a bunch of bullets that had just been poured out of the ground, an empty magazine was thrown off, one soldier picked it up and began to load, the dirty black hand trembled slightly, causing him to not reload quickly, and from time to time bullets fell from his trembling fingertips.

The third soldier put his rifle on another observation hole next to the machine gun position, and fired it outward with the machine gun one by one, and after the fifth bullet was fired, the soldier was still desperately tugging at the bolt, so nervous that he forgot that he had already emptied the magazine, and dragged and pushed it over and over again, thinking that it was jammed, thinking that his rifle was broken.

The fourth soldier walked back and forth in the bunker with a rifle, he was designated as an observation post by the company commander, and as soon as the battle began, he was so nervous that he did not know where to look, and now that the enemy was on the opposite bank, he still walked back and forth, constantly changing the observation holes, looking east, looking west, and even looking north, which he did not need to see.

The last soldier sat at the entrance and exit of the bunker with a rifle, and he was designated by the company commander as the gatekeeper and the reserve to replace the support. He was also nervous, although these recruits were all out of prison, although they did not lack guts, but this was the first time they were on a real battlefield, and they were overwhelmed by the fact that they were close to hearing machine guns in their ears.

The gatekeeper struggled to make himself appear as calm as a company commander operating a machine-gun fire, so he shouted to the only surviving puppet prisoner crouched in the corner, "You're done!" You made me lose face and make me embarrassed! I can't spare you! I'm thinking about getting you to pieces! You wait......" he had to shout and speak, because the shooting in the bunker was so loud, he was obsessed with the fact that he had dropped the grenade, and he showed his composure by intimidating the captive and masking his nervousness.

Lu Hang did not shoot at the puppet army lying down on the bridge, nor did he shoot at the nearest platoon of puppet troops at the south end of the bridge, and the opening trajectory went straight to the two machine gun positions of the puppet army company 100 meters away from the south bank.

Three-point shooting, three-point shooting, three-point shooting, the connection was so tight that it seemed to be strafing, and as soon as his machine gun rang out, the puppet soldiers were already stunned. I thought it was a spearhead gun fighting the guerrillas, but I didn't expect that the opening scene was the sound of Czech machine guns, and the two machine gun positions and the infantry line stopped in the open snow at random, and suffered a catastrophe.

Whistling, snow splashing, bullets piercing the body to create a painful shout, the puppet army machine gunner can only desperately arch into the snow, but unfortunately the snow is not soil and sand, the machine gunner in the bunker seems to have a perspective eye, the machine gun trajectory is then pressed lower, began to cut the snow, the whistling sound of breaking the air turned into a dull penetrating sound, scratching up countless snowflakes, there was a ricocheting sound of a fast object hitting the body of the machine gun, and then a large area of red that was quickly impregnated.

One of the two groups of machine gunners of the puppet army was sent off at the beginning, and the other group only fired back half a shuttle at the bridgehead, and then the two machine gunners were turned into corpses lying in the snow. The machine-gun ballistics in the bridgehead turned and began to move sideways along one side of the infantry cover line to the other, and a puff of snowflakes rose up, jumping into a line in a row, passing one panicked dodge after another, although there were few casualties, but the feeling made the puppet army's scalp explode, and the ballistic trajectory was like an arrogant swimming snake, wantonly mocking everything it passed, infinitely arrogant!

In the end, it was the turn of the platoon puppet army at the south bridgehead, they were the closest target to the bridgehead, they could see it most clearly and aim the easiest. At first, they were stupid when they heard the sound of machine guns, and they simply did not have the courage to rush across the Nai He Bridge in front of them.

Thinking that the machine gun must have hit them, they lay down in the pit, drilled into snowdrifts, and even slid down the cold river at their feet in a panic. After the initial panic, they realized that the machine gun was hitting the infantry line behind them, and they frantically tried to move, looking for a less vulnerable spot, or turning around and crawling backwards, widening the distance to death.

But the ballistic serpent began to turn around and return, not from the bridge to the south, but from the south to the bridge, from far to near. The rampant strafing of the infantry line turned into thoughtful burst fire, making one target after another crawling in the open wail.

Some people think that the time of death is long, some people think that the time of death is stagnant, and no one can correctly judge how long the machine gun in the bridgehead has been raging, maybe only three or five minutes, or maybe seven or eight minutes, and then it stops. The bridgehead was silent again, only the bright red flag still fluttering, and now it looked so arrogant, as if it represented the cold wind and bloodlust.

Two groups of machine gunners and five people, all gone, the puppet army company commander hid in a snow pit and ordered loudly, asking the infantry near the machine gun to take over the operation of the two machine guns again, after passing the buck to each other, there were puppet soldiers to pull the machine guns, and crawled away in fear, now I know that the battlefield is serious, we must find a place to shrink our necks again, lying in the open to fight is to die!

The infantry lines on both sides of the road suffered five or six casualties, and the position was too flat and empty, so they could only hide their bodies with snow by lowering their bodies, and they were blinded by strafing, and the situation was good, but many of them were frightened, and they honestly lay on their stomachs in the snow, and no one shouted and moved. The row at the south bridgehead in front of you......

Miserable! Although they were beaten in the end, they were the closest, the target! Those who did not find a safe hiding position either became corpses, or moaned with blood, and lost most of the platoon, including the platoon commander, because he also timidly chose to crawl backwards, not expecting that the machine gun that was not human would have to be fired from far and near.