Chapter 5: Beacon Smoke (Part I)

"Guerrillas, Charge,,。" Zhang Songling waved his knife and pointed forward, his legs tightened the horse's belly hard, and the yellow horse let out a long neighing from his mouth, and his four hooves rose in the air, like a tiger out of the sky, and pounced on the devil cavalry on the opposite side.

Du Weizui, Xiao Zheng, Mintu and others followed, leading all the cavalry of the Blackstone guerrillas, unfolding a huge and narrow inverted three fans in the gallop, like a phoenix returning from Nirvana, proudly stretching out the tail of flames in the sun.

"Mortar group, concentrate fire on the first half of the enemy's troops."

"Heavy machine gunner, immediately open fire and intercept it head-on."

"Light machine gunner, look for an opportunity to attack the flanks of the dirt road."

"Riflemen shoot freely and look for targets freely."

"All the cavalry mounted and ready to ,,。" Kuniaki Kawada's face twitched a few times, and he slashed the saber into the air with all his might, ",, strike." ”

The ghost soldiers behind him immediately moved, as orderly as a swarm of predatory ants, and a series of roars exploded across the grassland, interspersed with the screech of heavy machine-gun bullets tearing through the air and the metal grinding of rifle bullets across the ground.

The entire battlefield was swallowed up in an instant, with mud and snow splashing in all directions, and the terrible north wind also rushed to join in the fun, rolling up the hay that had been buried in the snow and scattering it all over the sky.

Just when the wind had stopped a little, the smoke suddenly dispersed, and several horses carrying the cavalry of the guerrillas came out of the rain of bullets, and the steel knives in their hands were raised high, heading straight for the little devil's head.

"Avenge Brother Long." Zhang Songling shouted in a dumb voice again, urged the mount, and pounced on the nearest devil lieutenant, the lieutenant was obviously also experienced in battle, and actually knocked the stirrup a few times, and the crotch mount changed speed in an instant, the figures of the two quickly overlapped together, and then quickly separated, Zhang Songling's chest floated out of a red mist, the devil lieutenant leaned back, half of his head dragged on the saddle, blood gushing like a spring.

"Damn, dare to beat our captain!" Du crooked his mouth rushed out from behind the gunsmoke, put a modified crooked handle on his shoulder with one hand, and pulled the trigger hard, "Da Da Da, Da, Da" The bullet splashed up and down with the beating of the horse's back, and several clumsy "" words were drawn in front of Zhang Songling's diagonal front one after another, and the three devil soldiers who rushed over to pick up the cheap screamed and fell off the horse, and in a blink of an eye, they were trampled into meat sauce by the rushing horses' hooves.

"Kill Kawada and avenge Brother Long." Squadron leader Xiao Zheng danced the thick-backed machete left by Zhao Tianlong with both hands, slashing left and right, the heavy blade used the speed of the horse, and cut the little devil's oriental knife in half along with their head melon seeds, and dozens of guerrilla cavalry rushed to the horse, along the gap opened by Zhang Songling, Du Weizui and Xiao Zheng, and chiseled the devil's cavalry formation.

A puff of smoke drifted in, swallowing everyone's figures, and the commanders on both sides could no longer use binoculars to observe the evolution of the battlefield situation, only the sound of shouts and killings in their ears clearly told them that the fierce battle was still going on, and death might be close at hand.

"Artillery squad, aim at the rear position of the little devil and smash all the shells out for me." Fang Guoqiang dropped the telescope and ordered through gritted teeth.

Lao Hou and Lao Ma, who were in charge of operating the artillery, were stunned, and some couldn't believe their ears, but they decisively chose to obey and responded in a low voice, "Yes." He turned around, opened the ammunition box, and pushed the shell that he was usually reluctant to use into the chamber with his own hands.

"Boom." "Boom." "Whoosh, boom." The Type 92 infantry gun and the Type 97 curved gun roared alternately, smashing the little devil's position into a sea of fire, and a heavy machine gun flew into the air, followed by two charred corpses and several ammunition boxes, "Bang lala." "The golden heavy machine gun bullets flew down from the air like a waterfall, and they were full of brilliance and a thousand spirits.

"Heavy machine gun, press me forward, straight to the neck of the little devil's horse." Fang Guoqiang didn't look at the results of the artillery at all, gritted his teeth and issued the second order, Zhao Tianlong, the deputy captain of the guerrilla team, was poisoned in the wine by the little devil first, and then hacked to death on the way to break through, Zhang Songling, the captain of the guerrilla team, was fighting with the cavalry and the cavalry of the little devil at this moment, at this time, where do you need to consider what is not long-term? Without the two captains, how could he, the political commissar, support the sky of the Blackstone Base on his own, and simply spare all his capital, maybe he could fight a bloody way out of a desperate situation.

"Yes." Several sub-shooters carried Makqin and chicken legs, jumped out of the trench, and the main shooter carried the ammunition box, followed closely behind, while running, while commanding loudly, "A little to the left, a little more left, run a diagonal line, don't run a straight line, the straight line vision is not clear, let's go around to the upwind outlet, and hit the little devil first." ”

"Got it." The deputy shooters agreed in unison, with the help of the cover of gunsmoke, to the flank of the battlefield, soon, with their understanding of the grassland topography, they found a few other suitable firing points, the steel bracket was quickly fixed, the bullet chain and the ammunition supply plate were pressed into the chamber again, the main shooter threw himself behind the machine gun and took a rough aim, and without hesitation pulled the trigger, "Knock knock, Knock Knock, Knock Knock" The piercing roar rose again, and the hot bullets swept diagonally across the battlefield, and the follow-up troops of the devil cavalry, swept people on their backs.

"Mortars, mortars, hurry up and give me fire suppression, blow them up, blow up their machine-gun positions,." Kuniaki Kawada poked out a smoky head from the crater, and ordered angrily, the guerrillas are crazy, really crazy, the round of shelling just now, at least fifty shells of various types were smashed, and the ammunition of the day equipped with the two Type 92 infantry guns on his side is only so much, if all the shells are smashed in the first ten minutes of the battle, the next artillery will become a complete decoration, in case the battle situation falls into a stalemate, you have to rely entirely on the soldiers' lives to fill it, It was possible to tear a breakthrough through the enemy's position.

Hearing Kawada Kuniaki's order, the two Type 92 mortars of the Japanese army struggled to adjust their direction and firing angle, but before they could aim at the heavy machine gun position that had just appeared on the side of the battlefield, the warriors of the Blackstone guerrillas had already carried Makqin and the chicken leg on their shoulders again, and trotted with their legs "Tengtengteng", and before the shells were fired, they moved to another slightly higher position dozens of meters away, and set up a new firepower point again.

"Heavy machine guns, heavy machine guns, Shigeki Oshima, what the hell are you doing?" Kuniaki Kawada was so angry that his eyes were on fire, and he turned his head and shouted at his machine gun position.

"Report to sir, Lieutenant Oshima was killed." Someone responded angrily, with a faint cry in his voice, "There is only one heavy machine gun left." ”

"Light machine guns, gather all the light machine guns for me to shoot at them." Kuniaaki Kawada spat out a mouthful of black spit and continued to roar loudly, "An Peijun, you go and command them, and you must suppress the guerrilla firepower for me." ”

"Yes." A four-foot-tall devil lieutenant jumped up on the snow, and the cat ran backwards, "One squadron, one squad, two squads, three squads, and a cavalry squadron, give me all the light machine guns"

"Whoosh, boom." The shell of a Type 97 curved gun fell to the ground with a scream, tearing his body to pieces along with the second half of the sentence, and the flames composed of steel and high-explosive ** rolled in all directions, and where it passed, blood and flesh splattered.

"Kadokawa, Kadokawa Ichiro, what about the ninety-seven style in your hand, is it all rusty?" Kawada Kuniaki didn't care about mourning for Ampere, he quickly turned his head to the other side, holding an electric horn and shouting, the Type 97 infantry curved gun is light in weight, easy to carry, and although the range and power are a little worse, but if it is properly deployed, it can greatly make up for the lack of flexibility of the Type 92 infantry gun, not only the Tubalu regards them captured from the battlefield as treasures, but the Japanese devils who have been on the battlefield in China are also more and more fond of them.

However, before Kadokawa Ichiro could deploy the Type 97 infantry curved gun in place, suddenly, a war horse stumbled out of the smoke of gunpowder, and the Japanese cavalry on horseback was missing an arm, and his whole body was dyed red, "Report, report, cavalry, cavalry squadron can't stand it, please, please give tactical guidance quickly!" ”

"What are you talking about, Captain Inu, what did he do?" Kawada Kuniaki was shocked, he could hardly believe his ears, from the beginning of the encounter between the two sides to the present, only a few minutes have passed, how can the cavalry of the Great Japanese Empire be unable to withstand it, you know, it is a whole squadron, it has just been transferred from Manchukuo, both equipment and morale belong to the first-class elite squadron, and on the other side of the Tuba Road, they have just lost their souls.

"The canine captain was hacked by a fat man." The cavalry who came to complain shook and staggered, "Lieutenant Ikeda is also broken, and Okura and Tanida are all broken, Lieutenant Yoshino has taken over the command, and with the remaining soldiers, he is struggling to support in front, sir, if the commander does not give tactical guidance, it will be completely too late." ”

"Yaga." Kawada Kuniaki jumped like thunder, pulled the emergency person off the horse, and fell half dead, how is it possible, how is this possible, Zhao Tianlong is the soul of the grassland cavalry, get rid of this person, the combat effectiveness of the Blackstone guerrillas will drop by at least half, this is before planning the action against the Si Qin couple, he has repeatedly calculated before, there is absolutely a theoretical basis, how to successfully cut off Zhao Tianlong, the combat effectiveness of the grassland cavalry not only did not decline, but soared in an instant.

"Some knights will never die." Suddenly, he remembered the exhortation of Shirakawa Shiro, the combat staff officer, before the assassination began, this was the first time since the cooperation between the two sides, he refused the other party's advice, at that time he only felt that Shirakawa staff officer was too sensitive, and he was sad at every turn, and only now did he suddenly realize that it turned out that Zhao Tianlong really did not die, he had been looking at himself in mid-air, looking at everyone who was fighting in this land, (Note 1)

Note 1: The veteran does not die, he just withers, the original text is from a medieval poem, not originally created by Mr. MacArthur.