Chapter Seven: Man Jianghong (three times)

When the shelling finally ended, there was not a single person alive on the ground near the two trenches. Most of the people were brutally killed by the Japanese invaders, and only a very small number of them were lucky enough to escape into the valleys on both sides of the battlefield, or were forced into the trenches by the brothers of the secret service, thus escaping a catastrophe.

And those North Koreans who are in cahoots with the little devils basically did not end well. With the exception of a dozen of the most agile guys, most of them died at gunpoint of Chinese and Japanese soldiers. Because of the military uniform on their bodies and the barbaric and cruel performance just now, they were indiscriminately regarded as Japanese devils by the brothers of the secret service group. In the eyes of the real Japanese devils, these Korean minions are actually no different from the Chinese people, they are all consumables that can be squeezed and discarded at any time, no matter how much they are sacrificed, it is not worth feeling sorry for!

With the help of the despicable trick just now, the squadron of devils who served as the striker smoothly entered the attack position. The two heavy machine guns were erected on the stones about 200 meters away from the first trench, and the main shooter and the secondary shooter pouted their butts and hid behind the stones, pulled out board after plate of bullets from their backpacks, and skillfully filled them into the loading ports on the robbing bodies.

"Giggle, cluck, cluck-------" The triple machine gun sprayed several barrages, each responsible for a small section of trenches, and strafed back and forth against the scalps of Zhang Songling and others.

This air-cooled heavy machine gun almost completely copied the design of the French "Hatch Cash" heavy machine gun, but for fear of being ridiculed, it deliberately changed its appearance to a chicken neck type. It's extremely ugly, and it's very attention-grabbing. So much so that even Zhang Songling, a novice who has only been a soldier for less than three months, can find out where it lives in the first place.

"Grenadiers, where's the grenadiers for our platoon?!" Turning his head to look at Han Jinjin, who was clinging to him, he asked loudly. Last night, Liao Wenhua once turned out twelve grenadiers from the seized materials. According to Lao Gou's request, ten gates were divided into other companies, and the second company was close to the water and the building was the first to get the moon, leaving two doors alone.

"Where's Deputy Feng's platoon!" Han Jinjin responded very quickly, "Do you need me to call him over to you?!" ”

"No, you asked him to aim at the pestil's neck for me to see if the range was enough. If that's enough, just kill that pestilence chicken's neck! Zhang Songling pointed to the heavy machine gun of a little devil closest to him, and ordered in a low voice.

"Plague chicken neck?" Han Jinjin was stunned, and was immediately amused by this vivid metaphor. Jumping off the empty ammunition box, he trotted to find the grenadier group carried by Feng Bao, the deputy of the second platoon.

The infantry of the little devils had already begun to advance at an accelerated pace, in groups of three, each of two or three in groups echoing each other, alternately rushing forward under the cover of heavy and light machine guns. Each time he took a dozen steps forward, he would find a vantage point and hide, aim his rifle at the trench and fire a few shots, then get up and continue to move forward in unison.

The Secret Service brethren in the trenches carefully poked out half of their heads and held their rifles steady on the dirt. Facing the direction of the devil's attack is a battalion and a company, and without the order of the battalion commander Gong Ziqiang, no one can open fire without authorization. Including the two plague chicken necks that were blown up by mortar last night and repaired by Shi Liangcai, they were all waiting quietly in silence.

"Fire!" When the figure of the little devil was less than a hundred meters away from everyone, Gong Ziqiang finally shouted and pulled the light machine gun in his hand.

"Dadada————" A fiery snake flew out of his hiding place, sweeping over the two little devils. The devil's heavy machine gun quickly turned around and swept towards Gong Ziqiang with a roar. Before they could fully adjust to their positions, several grenades and artillery shells were fired simultaneously from three companies of the first battalion, encircling the necks of two pestilence chickens and blasting several huge plumes of smoke.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Not long after they got their hands on the grenadiers, the brothers were quite inaccurate. But there are enough of them, and the grenades that the little devils put in the Walnut Garden camp don't want everyone to pay. Four grenadiers and two mortars fired rapidly in the first round, and the neck of the plague chicken on the left side of the battlefield was beaten into braised chicken nuggets. Immediately after, six more grenades and mortar shells flew out in the second round, restoring the other pestilence's neck and the beasts lying under the pestil's neck back to their parts state.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the third plague chicken neck rolled down the stone, and was dragged upside down by the little devils to hide in other positions. The grenadier and mortar groups lost their targets, adjusted their angles and bombarded the most densely populated positions of the devils.

"Giggle, cluck, cluck-------" This time, it was Shi Liangcai's turn to exert his power on the neck of the plague chicken. Of the thirty bullets per board, four were all shot out in the blink of an eye. When the bullets hit their side and smashed the two fastest assault groups into a sieve, they suddenly came back to their senses and threw themselves into the nearest crater.

"Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" The Chinese and German 1924 styles in the hands of the brothers of the secret service group also fired at the little devil's head. The distance of about 100 meters is very suitable for the formal and 1924 style. More than a dozen little devils were shot in the head one after another, and their brains were filled with blood, and they instantly jumped to the top of the old high.

The little devils quickly counterattacked with light machine guns and rifles, and although their marksmanship was not as exaggerated as Liao Wenhua said, their movements were clean and neat, and they cooperated with each other skillfully. After the first shot, you can immediately fire a second shot with a casual stroke of your hand. And every time you shoot, the whole group tacitly aims at the same target. The brothers of the battalion and the company in front of the devils, as long as their heads are exposed a little higher, they will definitely be targeted by two or three groups of devils at the same time. Seven or eight bullets flew in an instant, and even if there was no guarantee that each bullet would hit, at least one or two could be covered.

The edge of the trenches quickly dripped, and many of the newly recruited Secret Service brothers fell screaming because of their lack of battlefield experience. The paramedics silently ran over, pulled the wounded out of the pool of blood, carried them into the caves dug in advance, stopped the bleeding, and applied medicine. If you encounter a fallen person, open the pocket of the opponent's jacket, take out a card with the name on it and put it in the bag around your waist, and then silently close the eyes for the opponent.

All fears suddenly disappeared, including those who were most afraid of death beforehand, lying on the edge of the trench, poking their rifles out, aiming at the nearest imp and firing as fast as they could. Light machine guns and heavy machine guns alternate fire, suppressing the light machine guns of the little devils, so that they cannot provide effective fire support to other devils. Grenadiers and mortars are aimed at the grenadiers of the devils and send them to the western sky first.

The grenadier and machine-gun groups of the 2nd Battalion were also ordered to rush to support. From the flank of the battlefield, a round of grenades and bullets was poured on the devils. A devil's grenadier was overturned, and the ammunition box next to it exploded, "Boom! With a bang, all the devil soldiers within five meters of the surrounding area were blown to pieces. A devil dressed as a squad leader came running with a light machine gun and tried to fill the gap in firepower. Swept by the brothers of the second battalion with machine guns, his body trembled and jumped, and suddenly his waist was broken in two.

Unexpectedly, the Chinese army actually used such powerful firepower, and the devil squadron acting as the vanguard was stunned. Everyone lay on their stomachs in their hiding places, no longer daring to raise their heads. The accuracy of their shooting and the coordination between them immediately diminished. It was no longer possible to hit the target with every round of shooting, and the pressure on the first battalion of the special service regiment was greatly reduced. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the recruits of the Special Service Corps began to take their sights calmly, not necessarily hitting every shot, but the next shot was definitely a few inches closer to the target than the previous one.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The commander of the devil saw that his own striker was not angry, and began to let the artillery out again. Dozens of shells flew in groups, blowing up large clouds of smoke before and after the first trenches.

More than a dozen brothers were unable to escape and fell to the ground and died. The rest of the brothers had to retreat into their trenches to avoid shrapnel damage. Heavy machine guns and grenadiers, in the face of the powerful mountain artillery, they had to hide in bunkers and wait for the next round of revenge.

The vanguard squadron of the little devils quickly sorted out their ranks with the help of the cover of shells. Under the command of a squadron leader, they were redivided into two dozen groups, moved their legs, and went straight to the first trench. The heavy machine guns and grenadiers carried by their squadron had been knocked out by the Chinese army, and if they wanted to create a miracle with the heavy firepower inferior to the defenders, they could only rush into the trenches and fight the defenders with the spirit of bushido. I believe that His Excellency the Wing Commander behind him can seize the opportunity in time and not let the samurai make sacrifices in vain.

"The little devil is going to fight hard! This time it seems to be coming for us! Han Jinjin pricked up his ears to listen to the shouts of the devils mixed with the intermittent shelling, and his face turned a little pale. Once the little devils are allowed to rush into the trenches, the heavy machine guns and grenadiers in the hands of the guys will not work. The narrow trenches also made it impossible for the special service group to give full play to its local numerical advantage. You can only let the person closest to the devil fight first, and then continue after the other brothers have finished fighting. In previous battles, every time the little devil began to use this desperate tactic, it would cause huge damage to the brothers of the 26th Route Army who were blocking the devil's front.

"Grab your box cannon!" At such a time, Zhang Songling's bookish qi was gone, and in its place, there was a kind of outlaw fanaticism that was more outlaw than an outlaw, "Whoever retreats, you will kill Lao Tzu!" ”

The old military division watched from the sky, Tian Fatzi watched from the sky, and the innocent people who died under the fire of the devils just now watched from the sky, at this moment, he did not have the courage to be afraid. Picking up the big knife from his side, he quickly rubbed it on the blade with his hand, and Zhang Songling, deputy company commander of the second company of the first battalion of the special service regiment, shouted to the Chinese soldiers around him: "Brothers, raise the knife and kill the little devil!" ”

"Kill the little devil!" Except for Han Jinjin, who was stunned, all the other brothers in the second platoon dropped their rifles, grabbed their broadswords from their feet, and quietly waited for the moment when the cannons stopped.

At this moment, they stand up to the sky!