Chapter 5: Going to the Front (Part I)

The little devils were completely stunned, they didn't expect that so many Chinese soldiers would suddenly come out under their noses. I didn't expect that the Chinese army, which had been able to parry and not fight back for several days, would still have such courage to risk the annihilation of the entire army after being discovered, and to come over many obstacles to sneak attack on its artillery position.

Lieutenant Mao Sato, who was responsible for leading the team to protect the artillery, was a samurai with a regular military academy education, and when he saw that the barbed wire and the turret had lost their effectiveness, he immediately adjusted his tactics, abandoned his wings, and gathered the Japanese under his command, preparing for a head-on confrontation with the Chinese army. I saw him draw his command knife and shout a few times at the sky, and soon, he gathered the soldiers who were fighting separately to his side.

The devil's advantage in firepower configuration was immediately apparent. All the machine gunners who were still alive in the three squads were concentrated on the front of the battlefield, and the six light machine guns were lined up, weaving a dark red barrage with more than 100 shots and 38 large covers. When he landed, he swept down a large number of the brothers of the secret service group who rushed to the front.

"Boom!" "Boom!" The Secret Service's German-made mortars opened fire again, sending two Jap machine guns and four machine gunners into the sky. Immediately after, the light machine gunners of the special service group also rushed forward and fired at the Japanese machine guns within a distance of less than a hundred paces. The rest of the Secret Service brothers quickly lay down, their shell guns turning sideways, and rows of hot bullets poured out from left to back.

Several turrets were turned into torches, and the flames were mixed with smoke, illuminating the entire battlefield in a flickering light and darkness. In order to ensure the accuracy of the shot, the enemy and the enemy aimed at the opponent's muzzle flame at a very close distance and pulled the trigger. Both sides believe that they are the ultimate victors, and both sides are trading their lives for their lives. "Da, da......." dragged the flaming bullets to drill around the ground, burning people's hair to stand on end.

Another Japanese light machine gun turned mute, followed by a machine gun of a special service regiment. One of the two main and secondary shooters was hit by a bullet in the steel helmet, and he fell to the ground without humming. Another man was wounded in the chest, pushed by the inertia of the bullet a full half a meter away, and he refused to give up, crawling inch by inch to the machine gun in a pool of blood. Wang Tiehan, the commander of the third company, rolled over with a tiger, picked up the machine gun, and fired at the devil's shooter again, the devil's shooter was swept by the machine gun, and a huge blood hole was smashed open in the chest, and the broken internal organs spurted out directly from the open mouth. Immediately after, two special miniature grenades landed beside Wang Tiehan with a sharp whistle and exploded violently.

The machine gun flew into the air, and Wang Tiehan's guards covered their boss with their bodies at the last moment, and their bodies were blown to pieces. In the next moment, Wang Tiehan crawled out from under the body of the guard, wiped the blood and tears on his face, grabbed the German 24, and pulled the trigger on the grenadier hand of the Japanese army.

Another devil's grenadier crept into the dirt pit and quickly adjusted the angle of the grenadier. Shi Liangcai saw him out of the corner of his eye, picked up a 38 cover from the ground, quickly withdrew the cartridge case, and pulled the trigger. "Ping-" After the crisp gunshot, half of the devil's grenadier hand was stripped off, red and white, and it was particularly dazzling in the light of the fire.

More brothers from the secret service group rushed forward, spread out in the shape of fans, surrounded the stubborn little devils, and fired a volley of rifles and shell guns. Squadron Leader Sato's improvised defensive firepower with six light machine guns was quickly suppressed. The officer, Lao Gou, jumped to his feet, and fired his barge gun left and right, so that the enemy closest to him did not dare to raise his head. A company of Changgong Ziqiang also brought dozens of brothers, ghostly came out from the side of the devil, each carrying a big knife in their hands, and blood beads were rolling down from the blade!

"Rush, kill the devil!" I don't know who took the lead in shouting, and in an instant, all the brothers of the secret service group jumped up from the ground and rolled like a tide. The leader of the devil squadron, Sato, also used his last seeing ability, and the command knife suddenly passed forward, "All assault!" ”。

Despite the fact that the number was less than a third of the Chinese army, the devil soldiers did not hesitate to get up from their hiding places, withdraw their bullets, and load their bayonets. "Good time!" A company of Changgong Ziqiang rushed into the enemy group with an arrow step, the big knife swept diagonally from the top left to the bottom right, two arms and a thigh flew up, and there was a cut off 38 big Gaier.

The wounded devil soldiers screamed and fell, and several nearby devil soldiers turned their bayonets one after another, cooperating with each other, and stabbed Gong Ziqiang's chest alternately. Gong Ziqiang was forced to take a step back and almost fell. Then another diagonal pull dodged the killer blow of the little devil. The little devil who was eager to make a contribution lost his center of gravity, and the whole person pounced in front of Gong Ziqiang's body, disrupting the offensive route of the rest of the devils. Gong Ziqiang did not hesitate to swing the knife and chop it, picking off the devil's head like cutting a watermelon.

The rest of the soldiers of the first company also quickly arrived, protected each other, and cut a semicircular gap in front of Gong Ziqiang. In the gap, the broken limbs of the devil were thrown all over the ground. Outside the semicircular opening, more than a dozen devil soldiers held the 38 big covers of the withdrawn bullets, and their thighs and calves kept trembling. Suddenly, a senior soldier went mad, dropped his bayonet rifle, took out a small black grenade from his waist pocket, held it in both hands, and rushed into the bush of knives. One of the Secret Service brothers stabbed at him, swept away the head of the Devil Soldier, and then did not hesitate to cover his body on top of the smoking grenade.

"Boom!" The dull sound, the eyes of all the Chinese soldiers that exploded red. "Brother go slowly, Lao Tzu will give you a few cushions!" The commander of the palace company shouted in a dumb voice, and once again threw himself into the pile of devils, and his knife fell......

At this time, on the battlefield, the soldiers of both sides were completely mixed together, and they fought with broadswords and bayonets. The magic weapon of the 26th Route Army was so powerful that it could often split the devil's rifle into two burning sticks with a few knives. And the little devils are far above the brethren of the secret service group in terms of small-scale cooperation. Although they were in a hurry by the big knife, they could always take care of each other and move the situation back little by little.

There are also some injured devils who know that there is no hope for survival. He simply took out a grenade and desperately rolled under the feet of the Chinese soldiers. "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" The sound of explosions came and went in a small area, sometimes it was the Chinese soldiers who were blown up, and sometimes it was the devil's own people who were blown up. The eyes of the brothers of the secret service group became redder and redder, and gradually, they actually forgot the purpose of their trip. Where there are many devils, they will rush with a big knife. No matter whether the devil under his feet is dead or alive, as long as he sees it, he will make up for it.

Seeing this, the battalion commander Gou hurriedly reminded loudly: "Keep a distance and greet them with box guns." Don't be in love! ”

"Distance yourself and greet them with box cannons. Don't be in love! Thirty-eight shots can only be fired once! The soldiers of the guard squad who had been following Lao Gou also opened their throats and repeated their boss's orders loudly.

In the three or eight shots, there were no bullets at all! The huge penetrating power of this gun caused the devil to withdraw the bullet from the chamber when charging, so as not to shoot through the enemy and his own people together. The brethren of the secret service group only fired a few shots before discovering the enemy's fatal flaws. When he found an opportunity, he stuck the big knife on the ground, pulled out the second magic weapon from his waist, flipped his wrist, and slowly moved from left to back, "Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping......"

The continuous firing advantage of the box gun is vividly reflected at a distance of less than ten meters. Especially these veterans of the special service group, almost all of them were fed by Sun Lianzhong with bullets at any cost. Within ten meters, it is simply impossible to miss the target. A whole row of devils with bayonets in their hands ready to fight desperately at any time were beaten into rolling gourds before they could even make a dodge posture. The devil in the back row hurriedly looked for a place to lie down, but suddenly recognized the fact that the bullet had been withdrawn from his gun, and the madman jumped up again and rushed forward with a bayonet.

"Ping!" Zhang Songling finally seized an opportunity and broke the neck of a ghost soldier with a box cannon. The devil soldier's head quickly twisted back, but his body continued to rush forward. rushed until it was less than two meters away from Zhang Songling, and then fell down like an old tree that had rotted for many years. Xueliang's bayonet was inserted into the ground, and half an inch forward, Zhang Songling's sole could be inserted in half.

"Damn it!" Zhang Songling was startled, and the second bullet didn't know where it flew. Another devil saw the bargain and pounced on him with a bayonet. Zhang Songling was so anxious that his forehead was sweaty, and he instinctively turned the shell gun sideways, with the back of his hand up, his palm down, and his left hand and right hand firing at the same time. "Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong......" I don't know how many bullets were held out by him in one go, and the body of the devil soldier was stopped and punched out of more than a dozen blood holes, trembling, and quietly broken into two.

Blood spurted out of the lower half of his body like a fountain, splashing Zhang Songling's head and face. He felt a pang of disgust in his stomach, and he opened his mouth and vomited out all the food he had eaten that night. At this moment, someone next to him suddenly shouted, "You fucking looking for death!" Immediately, the figure of the officer Lao Gou appeared in his field of vision, and the big knife slashed obliquely, and a close ghost soldier with a gun was lifted into the air.

"I, I'm ......" Although it was not the first time Zhang Songling had seen blood, he still couldn't help the disgust in his chest and continued to vomit. The officer Lao Gou kicked him hard and kicked him to the ground, "If you want to vomit, lie on the ground and vomit, don't use others as bayonet targets!" ”

After speaking, he continued to carry a knife in one hand and a barge gun in the other, leading his own guard squad to the depths of the battlefield.

"Bite it!" Shi Liangcai also quickly ran past Zhang Songling and threw behind a black thing. Zhang Songling picked it up from the pool of blood like a treasure, didn't care about wiping it, and stuffed it directly into his mouth. A fierce smell of coptis surged from the base of his tongue and rushed to his top door. At this time, he didn't care about the nausea at all, picked up a pair of box cannons again, and slowly aimed at the devil soldiers who were on the verge of collapse not far away.

In the firelight, a devil soldier with a command knife was caught by the crosshair. Zhang Songling held his breath and decisively pulled the trigger, "Ping-pong!" "The bullet passed through the crowd and made a small hole in the front chest of the devil soldier Cao. The soldier looked down hesitantly, dropped his command knife, and fell on his back to the sky.