Chapter 7: Man Jianghong (6b)

What made the two of them even more frantic were the fires and torches that were lit on the periphery of the battlefield. If there was a Chinese soldier lying under every burning torch, it meant that the Chinese defenders in the entire Walnut Orchard camp had poured out! But that simply can't happen! Because it is impossible for the Chinese defenders to abandon the entire Walnut Orchard camp in order to rescue two companies of soldiers! Moreover, at this moment, the Walnut Orchard camp is also like a hornet's nest that has been stabbed, and countless rifles and machine guns are shooting aimlessly at the night sky. At such a long distance, it is impossible for them to hit any target! They shoot and shoot and there is no point in wasting bullets.

What they are wasting is the bullets of the Great Japanese Empire! As soon as they thought of the reason why the Chinese defenders were so extravagant, Takahashi Jiro and Kobayashi Satoru were so distressed that their hearts twitched. The Chinese must be taught a lesson, whether for the face of the empire or for the martial arts of the 20th Division! Gritting their teeth, the two of them looked at each other and walked side by side to the heavy machine gun team that was very close to them, "Inoue-kun, why don't you fire yet?" ”

"Report sir!" Kisuke Inoue, the heavy machine gunner of the little devil, jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, shouting in reply, "There are more imperial soldiers in the shooting range than Chinese, and if you fire hastily, it will cause a lot of accidental injuries!" ”

"Fire!" Jiro Takahashi straightened his face and commanded loudly. "It is their honor to dedicate themselves to the Empire!"

"Inoue-kun, please!" Kobayashi Satoru's words were relatively soft, but his requirements were no different from that of the other squadron leader, Jiro Takahashi. "The Chinese must not be allowed to rush out of the encirclement, otherwise, it will be difficult for us to take the walnut orchard tomorrow." Just as the connection between the walnut orchard and the old pass cannot be reached, the soldiers in front will have to fight with the Chinese with bayonets hungry! At that time, the price that the 20th Division will pay will be even greater! Please! Captain Inoue! ”

In order to ensure the swiftness of the march, the two Japanese squadrons that came to attack the walnut orchard only carried a heavy machine gun with them. The one in charge of Kisuke Inoue was subordinate to the Kobayashi squadron, and the other one was subordinate to the Takahashi squadron, which was placed in the west of the encirclement, and it was difficult to receive the "guidance" of the boss for a while.

"This ......." Kisuke Inoue, the chief of the little army, did not dare to disobey the orders of the two superiors, however, if he was ordered to pull the trigger and sweep the imperial soldiers and Chinese soldiers who were fighting together not far away at the same time, if the two superiors refused to admit the account, he, the little captain, would have to go to a military court to explain the reason for his "sudden madness".

"Yaga!" Takahashi Jiro didn't want to leave Kisuke Inoue time to weigh the weights at all, so he slapped him and threw the other party's helmet flying to the ground.

"Hey!" The gap between the ranks of the two sides was too large, and in the face of the strict hierarchy, Kisuke Inoue did not dare to resist and bowed.

"Don't be impulsive!" Kobayashi Satoru pushed Jiro Takahashi away, took Kisuke Inoue's shoulder, looked into the latter's eyes and asked, "Captain Inoue, are you going to disobey my orders and try to let the Chinese leave?" Who gave you this courage?! ”

Disobedience, collaborating with the enemy, any of the two charges were enough for Kisuke Inoue, the chief of the little martial arts, to be shot on the spot. He jumped up like a grasshopper in a gale, and cried out, "No! Please give me another chance, sir! ”

After saying that, regardless of Squadron Leader Kobayashi's answer, he threw himself in front of the heavy machine gun, pushed away the stunned secondary shooter, and pulled the trigger at the crowd in the distance.

"Cluck, cluck, ......." The peculiar cry of the pestil's neck suddenly sounded, sweeping down more than a dozen devil soldiers and three Chinese soldiers who were blocking directly in front of the machine gun. All the devil soldiers who rushed to plug the gap were dumbfounded, holding their bayonet rifles, not knowing who to point. Zhang Songling and the remaining dozen or so Chinese soldiers quickly looked at the source of the "scream", and then suddenly burst out with a shout: "Kill one is enough!" He raised his broadsword again and rushed into the middle of the group of devils closest to him.

With a distance of tens of meters, they could not have had a chance to rush over and chop the little devil who operated the heavy machine gun into pieces. Then, everyone has only one choice left, to mix with the little devils around them and become the target of the heavy machine gun together. Swapping out several times the size of the little devil for less than twenty people, the deal was worth it!

When the bullets were consumed, Kisuke Inoue's fingers loosened, and he looked at the two squadron leaders with a begging gaze, hoping that they would change their minds and stop allowing themselves to shoot indiscriminately. However, as if they hadn't seen the soldiers under their command being knocked down by heavy machine guns, the two devil officers pointed in the direction where Zhang Songling and the others were, without saying a word.

Kisuke Inoue reluctantly turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger again, "Cluck, cluck...... The roarer of the pestil's neck spewed out a fiery snake that swept down all living creatures in its path, regardless of whether they were friends or enemies. Four more Chinese soldiers holding steel knives were hit, and blood spurted out from behind, splashing Zhang Songling's head and face. The remaining brethren hugged him tightly, raised their broadswords, and ran towards the other group of devils. The group of devil soldiers scattered and fled as if they were hiding from the plague god, lest they be the target of the next round of strafing fire by their own crazy machine gunners.

"Catch up with him, catch up with him!" Jiro Takahashi yelled, forcing Kisuke Inoue to continue firing at the crowd. The group of Chinese soldiers holding steel knives in their hands were the hope of other Chinese soldiers in the encirclement. As long as they are killed, the Chinese soldiers in the encirclement will completely lose the courage to break through and become a group of caged lambs.

With a rate of fire of 200 rounds per minute, in the blink of an eye, all the bullet plates in the heavy machine gun were emptied, Inoue Kisuke sighed, opened the reload, and motioned for the radiant hand to continue to reload the Type 92 heavy machine gun. Murakami, the deputy shooter who was already frightened by the little devil's own corpse, picked up the ammunition supply plate and reloaded it several times in succession, but because his arm trembled too much, he failed to snap the ammunition supply plate into the correct position in time.

"Get out of here!" Jiro Takahashi kicked over the sluggish secondary shooter and went to reload the Type 92 heavy machine gun himself. As long as he can keep the Chinese soldiers in the encirclement, he doesn't care what price he will pay. Besides, this heavy machine gun belongs to Kobayashi's squadron, and in case the deceased's family files a complaint a day later, they will also accuse Kobayashi Satoru of this idiot first, what does it have to do with him Takahashi Squadron Leader?!

"Giggle, cluck......." The pestilence rooster's neck let out a piercing grin for the third time, chasing the figures of Zhang Songling and other Chinese soldiers, killing all the living creatures in front of the muzzle. Kisuke Inoue no longer wants to see his shooting results, and only wants to beat those Chinese soldiers into a hornet's nest earlier. As long as those Chinese soldiers armed with big knives fall, his nightmare will be completely over, and as for who will be responsible for tonight's "accidental injury" in the future, that is a matter for the future, and it has nothing to do with tonight.

The group of Chinese soldiers armed with broadswords ran and dodged in the rain of bullets, using each other's bodies to block bullets for their brothers. It's as if everyone has countless lives, and no matter how you kill them, you can't kill them all. The thirty rounds on one of the feeding plates were quickly drained, and just as Jiro Takahashi reached out his hand to the next feeding plate with red eyes, suddenly, he saw a black mass of something smashing towards him from mid-air!

"Be careful!" A cronie threw his life forward and protected Jiro Takahashi under him. The black guy exploded with a "boom", blasting the Type 92 heavy machine gun and the main and secondary shooters next to the heavy machine gun into the sky.

Squadron leader Satoru Kobayashi was also affected by the fragments of the grenade, and a touch of red quickly appeared on his shoulder. Two cronies picked him up and dragged him back and quickly retreated. The direction from which the grenade came is unknown, but there must have been Chinese soldiers who took advantage of the chaos to touch the vicinity of the heavy machine gun. If it is not transferred immediately, it will inevitably become the focus of the next grenade.

Takahashi Jiro was also flipped out from under a corpse by his cronies, dragging him to hide in the dark. He was unwilling to pay such a huge price, but did not close the gap, and shouted angrily: "Leave me alone! Pick up the heavy machine gun, lift it up. Keep shooting! ”

"Little devil, don't run!" What answered him was an authentic Chinese dialect. Gong Ziqiang, the commander of the first battalion of the special service regiment, rushed out of the darkness with a smoking grenade. The broken military uniform was sprinkled with large areas of blood! The surrounding devil soldiers were afraid of being affected by the fragments of the grenade, so they pressed their steel helmets and fled in all directions. He didn't have the slightest intention of throwing the grenade out to kill those people, and chased after Jiro Takahashi, not falling a half-step.

"Kill him!" "Kill him!" Takahashi Jiro's soul was frightened, and while quickly retreating, he pointed to the palace self-strength that rushed towards him and commanded. No one could see how this person suddenly appeared, and no one knew if there were other Chinese following him.

"Block him, block him!" Jiro Takahashi continued to command loudly, turned his head, and ran away. Gong Ziqiang smiled contemptuously and threw the grenade at his back. Then he leaned over and picked up a three-eight gun from the ground and pushed the bayonet onto the barrel.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded in mid-air, and dozens of shrapnel drilled into Takahashi's body from behind, tearing it into a pile of rotten flesh. With the help of the firelight of the explosion, Gong Ziqiang rushed towards a ghost soldier and stabbed this person through the lower abdomen with a shot.

Seeing the death of his boss, all the nearby ghost soldiers belonging to the Takahashi squadron had red eyes and howled and pounced on Gong Ziqiang. Gong Ziqiang shook his rifle and dodged the second devil soldier, stabbing him in the heart. The third, fourth, and fifth devil soldiers rushed in, cooperated with each other, and stabbed the bayonet into Gong Ziqiang's body.

Under the hateful gaze of the devils, Gong Ziqiang suddenly grinned, laughed loudly, dropped his rifle, and pulled away his broken military uniform before the devil pulled out his bayonet.

The two Type 91 grenades, which had already been unscrewed on the safety cover, landed in laughter, and with a "boom", engulfing Gong Ziqiang and the ghost soldiers around him in the smoke.