Knock knock knock ......"

A string of gunfire, even more muffled than the sound of machine gun fire, suddenly rang out on the battlefield.

Takahashi was blindfolded for a moment, and then his eyes widened, and his face was full of shock, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The quiet second line of defense suddenly burst out with more than a dozen tongues of fire, which were particularly conspicuous in the night.

They had longer tongues of fire than heavy machine guns, and they were thicker.

Then I saw the tragic picture of the attacking troops flying flesh and blood.

A large-caliber bullet carried a huge kinetic energy, as easily as penetrating a piece of paper, drilling a blood hole the size of a bowl in the devil's chest.

Blood, minced flesh, and shattered internal organs poured out like a fountain and splattered everywhere.

The flight speed of the bullet was not affected too much, and it continued to fly forward with kinetic energy, hitting the thigh of a devil more than ten meters away.

In an instant, a large amount of flesh and blood splattered from the thigh that had been shot.

The thigh bone was directly broken, and Bai Sensen's bone protruded from the wound, which was particularly hideous.

Then the devil collapsed to the ground and let out a scream of pain.

Beads of sweat the size of beans continued to flow down his forehead, and his face was hideous.

The bullet had not stopped, and continued to fly forward with the aftermath.

A grenadier half-crouched on the ground became the third target.

The thick bullet burrowed into his chest and didn't come out again, but it kept rolling in the devil's body, shattering all his internal organs.

In the intense pain, blood poured out of the wound along with the churned flesh.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, his eyes quickly widened, and he fell to the ground with despair and unwillingness before death.

An anti-aircraft machine gun bullet kills three little devils, such a picture is all too common on the battlefield.

Wherever the bullets went, a bloody path was directly punched out in the middle of the devil's attacking troops.

In the blink of an eye, more than 200 people fell from the attacking troops.

At least half of the little devils in it were beaten to the point of flesh and blood, and their limbs were incomplete.

The worst were the devil's heavy machine-gun positions and artillery positions.

After the heavy machine guns and mortars were erected, the machine gunners, gunners, all half-squatted on the ground, gathered around the weapons.

The large caliber and high muzzle velocity of the anti-aircraft machine gun means that it is more powerful, has a longer range and is more penetrating.

As long as you are hit by it, you will either die or be injured.

The machine gunners and gunners were concentrated, and the terrifying lethality of anti-aircraft machine gun bullets was vividly demonstrated in them.

Three anti-aircraft machine gun bullets crashed into one of the gun emplacements, and seven or eight gunners fell to the ground with blood and flesh on the spot.

Severed limbs and severed arms, blood spurting from wounds, internal organs...... Splashes are everywhere.

This scene can only be described in four words, and it is terrible.

The same picture battlefield is everywhere.

The group leader lay on the ground, fortunately dodging the anti-aircraft machine gun bullets that swept through the first round.

But instead of any joy on his face, a look of pain on his face.

The troops were so miserable that everywhere they looked, there were corpses and stumps and severed arms, and in addition to the dull "knock knock ......" sound of anti-aircraft machine guns, there was also a voice, which was endless.

It was the screams of his subordinates.

Many people wriggled on the ground with their broken arms, legs and feet, bringing out a trail of bright red blood, and let out heart-rending screams.

The anti-aircraft machine guns continued to roar in front of them, and the bullets continued to fly overhead, killing and wounding more and more soldiers.

"What about artillery? Immediately open fire and destroy the points of fire on the position. Their firepower is too high, and light and heavy machine guns are no match at all. The captain was very anxious and cried out with a pained face.

One of his subordinates crawled over and reported: "Sir, the mortar position has also been attacked, the artillery has suffered heavy casualties, and it has lost its combat effectiveness!" ”

"Nani?" The captain was even more anxious than just now, and there was a trace of panic on his heartache face.

"Sir, the heavy machine-gun position has been attacked, and the machine gunners have suffered casualties and are unable to provide us with fire support." A second lieutenant rushed to report at the risk of death.

"Sneer......"

As soon as he finished speaking, an anti-aircraft machine gun bullet passed through his chest, leaving two bloody holes in front and one in the back, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Staring at a pair of incredibly large eyes, he couldn't bat at death.

The panic on the captain's face became even greater, and he immediately shouted: "Contact the commander immediately, ask for artillery support, cover the second line of defense with artillery fire, and kill those fire points, otherwise we will not have a chance to rush forward at all." ”

It's night, the signal flag is useless, and the message can only be delivered by the herald at close range.

Immediately two heralds got up from the ground and ran like monkeys in the direction of the station.

But good fortune didn't always accompany them.

A herald ran less than twenty meters before he was shot and fell to the ground.

The other herald was slightly better, but he only ran more than thirty meters, and an anti-aircraft machine gun bullet burrowed into his body from his back and flew out of his chest, leaving a bloody hole.

"Sir, it's too late!" The vice-captain who witnessed this scene reminded.

"The Eighth Route Army is an anti-aircraft machine gun, which is powerful and has a long range, and our heralds can't rush out of its range at all."

"And the wing commander will most likely not be able to provide us with fire cover, and if there is, there is no need for us to call for help, the shelling has already begun."

"The casualties of the troops are too great, a large number of imperial troops are killed every second, and even if we wait for artillery support, there are few troops left, and we lose the ability to attack."

It's not that the captain doesn't know this fact, but he ignores it, and only thinks about how to suppress the firepower of the Eighth Route Army and recapture the position.

As soon as the deputy captain reminded him, he found that there were very few subordinates left who could still fight.

Together with mortar squadrons and heavy machine-gun squadrons, which have lost their combat effectiveness, the troops have lost their offensive capability.

Even with artillery support, the chances of retaking positions are very slim.

The more he thought about it, the heavier his face became, and then he ordered very decisively: "Retreat, we won't fight, everyone will retreat, and if you can retreat, you can retreat a few." ”

"Keep fighting, and the whole brigade will have to answer here."

"Even if the Imperial Japanese Army dies, it will die on the frontal battlefield, not be killed by the Eighth Route Army's anti-aircraft machine guns from such a distance, and there is no chance to fight back."

Takahashi's face was even more ugly than that of his subordinates.

I guessed correctly, this seemingly stable attack did have an accident, and the shock that this accident brought to him was not ordinary.

I didn't expect that the garrison regiment would bring the anti-aircraft machine guns used to fight the planes to fight the infantry.

It's like killing chickens with a knife, and it's impossible for an attacking force to be undefeated.

This is also true on the battlefield.

In front of the anti-aircraft machine guns, the heroic soldiers of the Imperial Army were like papier-mâché toys, without the slightest ability to resist, and were swept to the ground one by one, flesh and blood flying.

Takahashi Daisa immediately thought of a countermeasure, and ordered in a hurry.

"What about artillery? Immediately open fire, shell the second line of defense that we have just lost, and destroy those anti-aircraft machine guns. ”

Disappointingly, the subordinates did not give any help.

The chief of staff replied helplessly: "Sir, the three mountain artillery squadrons are suppressing the artillery of the Eighth Route Army and are shifting positions. ”

"The remaining artillery of the garrison is still establishing positions, and it will take another five minutes to open fire."

Takahashi Osa wanted to kill people to vent his anger, so he scolded: "It's all a bunch of stupid pigs, tell the remaining artillery in the garrison that the artillery must be fired within three minutes, otherwise military law will be involved." ”

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