The two-year-old soldier, who no longer cared about whether he would be hit by the Japanese army's accurate marksmanship, was unexpectedly stable, and fired ten shots in a row in just ten seconds, running out of a magazine.

Knocked down two Japanese soldiers in the smoke of gunpowder.

The continuous gunfire directly knocked down the Japanese death squad, which was more than 500 meters wide, and the miserable howls of their comrades in front of the position reminded them that although they were killed, they must not be so blindly sent to death.

On the Chinese position, there was at least one infantry squad, and the leader of Matsuda's squad, who fell to the ground at the first time, quickly made a judgment based on the continuous sound of gunfire.

It's just that the Chinese's marksmanship is also too bad, and only two of them were knocked down at one shot, and listening to the wailing of colleagues not far away, Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who did not have the slightest pity, even had a feeling of regret.

If there were more casualties, he could declare a retreat now.

The 38 big cover of the Japanese army also began their counterattack.

However, their sight was obviously not as good as that of the potato, and the smoke that had not yet dissipated became the best cover for the potato, and a dozen shots in a row either hit the soil layer around the potato, or they rubbed him against the wall of the trench behind him.

"Haha, shit, come on! Come on! Look at what Lao Tzu is doing to kill you. Potato, who was already a little "crazy", was not surprised, and laughed while quickly pressing the bullet clip into the gun.

The only thing I didn't do was to dodge.

It's so strange on the battlefield, the more afraid you are, the faster you die, and those who are not afraid of death will not die.

Ran out of magazines and hit a devil again. But this time the potatoes were not happy.

As if already knowing that there were not many Chinese defenders on the position, in front of the wide position, the Japanese army began to charge again. The mountain wind blew away a lot of gunsmoke, and the potatoes were full of devil soldiers, and there were at least thirty or forty people.

Moreover, they ran extremely slippery, using the craters and the many stones on the position as cover to quickly advance to the position. Potato aimed at a devil and fired several shots, but he cunningly dodged it, and it was not until the tenth shot that he was killed.

However, the Japanese army once again advanced more than 50 meters as a whole.

"What to do? Squad leader, what should I do? Seeing that the devil was getting closer and closer, but his own reinforcements had not yet arrived, the potatoes were about to cry.

His marksmanship is not bad, whether it is in the Zhuangding company or in the infantry squad, every time he shoots a target, not to mention being among the best, but there is no problem in passing. But when he went to the battlefield, Tudou found that this shooting alive and the usual training target shooting are completely different things.

Not to mention that the devil's body is constantly moving, and there are extremely frightening bullets hitting around you, and those who can play one-third of their usual training performance are very good in psychological quality. Coupled with the complex and changeable terrain, as well as the smoke blocking the line of sight, it can hit one person with ten shots, and the level of these ten shots is already extremely high.

But this is obviously not enough, the equally tenacious Japanese army will never stop charging because of the loss of three people, this is not only known to Tudou, even the captain Matsuda, who has long been scared with his liver.

It's just that no one knows that what he is praying for here is not to break through the Chinese defense line and rush to the Chinese position, but that the Chinese have stronger firepower and kill those fools a little more, so that he can order a retreat.

So, his dream came true.

At the moment when the potato was frantically pressing the bullets, a burst of gunfire also sounded on the position more than a hundred meters away from him, the gunfire of the semi-automatic rifle unique to the independent regiment, and the gunfire of the submachine gun "da da da".

"Squad leader, squad leader is still alive." Potato ecstasy.

Except for the squad leader, no one will use a submachine gun anymore, and another submachine gun in the third squad has become a part because the squad deputy Lao Zhou was hit head-on by a tank gun.

At this time, two semi-automatic rifles and one submachine gun completely suppressed the frantic charge of the Japanese army.

The Japanese machine gunner, who had just set up his light machine gun and fired a shuttle of bullets, was directly hit by a precise bullet, and fell to the ground and died without even saying a word.

It took Lin Hao, who took four years to become an accurate shooter, whether it was marksmanship or psychological endurance, it was not comparable to two years of soldiers.

At the first moment, he found the Japanese light machine gunner.

With a distance of less than 200 meters, it feels like a close touch for an accurate shooter.

Within twenty seconds, five shots were fired in succession, and four of the Japanese who charged forward were knocked down, and one would never have escaped if he had not accidentally stumbled and fallen.

"Retreat! Fall back! Seeing nearly ten casualties in a row, Second Lieutenant Matsuda finally shouted out the voice that had been held in his heart for a long time.

Then, jumping on the back of "sooner or later", who had already accumulated enough strength and had just been promoted to a private class, he was the first to flee in the wilderness.

The commander ordered a retreat, ran as fast as he could, and the courage of the remaining Japanese troops was quickly exhausted, and he never looked at the Chinese position that was only more than 100 meters away, and turned around and ran.

"Haha, Lao Tzu won, Lao Tzu won." Potato desperately shot the bullets in the chamber of the gun and cheered, and rushed to the other side of the position with the gun in his hand.

He's going to the squad leader.

After two turns in a row, two familiar figures were leaning side by side in the trench and smoking.

Following the sound, he raised his eyes and glanced at the potatoes that were rushing wildly, and the old monkey who couldn't see clearly with dust on his face bared his teeth: "Dog, the gun is good." ”

He had to praise this recruit this time, if it weren't for the sound of his gunfire that woke up the two sergeants who were hiding in the anti-artillery hole and were stunned, maybe the two of them would not wake up until the Japanese rushed to the position.

"Squad leader, Brother Mouse, you are still alive, woo~~~" Potato rushed forward and hugged the two who were very calm, and cried.

"A zebra! Lao Tzu is not dead, why are you crying? If you don't let go, Lao Tzu will really hurt to death. The old monkey bared his teeth and let out a strange cry.

"Squad leader, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Only then did the potato remember that the old monkey was not only hanging on one arm, but also had injuries on his back, so he hurriedly let go of his arm and explained a little nervously.

The face is smiling, just tears, but it is still flowing loudly.

"What are you crying about! In your Sichuan dialect, brother Pao, don't believe in scarring the belt. The old monkey smiled and scolded the recruit with a slap on the back of the head, looked left and right, but his face was a little more lonely: "Damn, Lao Tzu's third class, but it really became the third class, so I left three people for Lao Tzu." ”

The four-year-old soldier named Lao Quan has not moved so far, and there is no need to think about it, it must be gone.

"Three is three, it's much better than I thought before, but, squad leader, the "hero" medal you thought of is probably out of the ball. Lin Hao raised his hand to wipe his face with the tearful recruit Potato, but joked easily.

A rush of footsteps approached, then softened.

The three men sitting in the trench looked up, and a group of soldiers stood at the corner of the trench, silently watching them.

They are all acquaintances.

"Black skinned egg, you are going to be disappointed now, Lao Tzu is still alive, and you can't rely on the ocean you owe Lao Tzu." The old monkey grinned at the leading sergeant squad leader, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth.

The leader of the second platoon and the fourth squad of the first company, which he called the black skinned egg, couldn't cry or laugh, and then his face turned grim: "By the order of the commander of the regiment, the first battalion, the first company, the second platoon, and the fourth squad of the independent regiment will take over the defense of the second platoon and the third squad of the first company, and all the fighters of the third squad are requested to withdraw to the rear for repair." ”

"If you still repair the whole egg, there are only three people left in Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will stay here if he doesn't go anywhere, what about the platoon leader? Lao Tzu told him. The old monkey scolded angrily.

"Platoon Commander 。。。。。" The fourth squad leader hesitated slightly, and said: "The platoon commander personally went to the field hospital, Brother Shi was gone ten minutes ago, and there are three seriously injured brothers in the third squad to be rescued, and the platoon commander said that he must leave a root for the third squad, and he has to guard it himself." The group agreed. ”

"The stone is gone!" The old monkey's Adam's apple shook for a while, and he forced himself to suppress the sadness in his heart, looked back at the two soldiers around him, turned his head to look at the group of soldiers standing straight, and finally nodded silently and said: "Okay, the military order is difficult to disobey, the position is handed over to you, let's go and see the two poles first, maybe we can see the last one." ”

With some difficulty, he stood up with the help of the potato, and refused the hand stretched out by the fourth squad leader who stepped forward quickly, "The little devil may still shell, the command and there may be safe, you should be careful." ”

In the setting sun, a row of soldiers silently watched as three soldiers supported each other along the trench.

"To 。。。。。" The fourth squad leader rubbed his eyes a little astringent, ready to give a lofty salute to his lovely comrades-in-arms.

In the distance, the old monkey's voice came again: "The black skin egg of the dog day, you don't want to die, the ocean that owes Lao Tzu has not been repaid!" ”

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"What are you doing in a daze, find cover for Lao Tzu." The fourth squad leader let out an angry roar and scattered the soldiers who were holding back laughter.

It's okay to pay the debt, the nickname of the black egg is really ugly。。。。。

Three minutes later, the barrage of shells struck again.

This time, however, it did not last as long as before, and the howitzers, which included both flank positions in the shelling range, were shelled for only ten minutes.

Looking at the figure of more than 20 people in the decisive squad who fled in a hurry, Nakasa Hatori had to admit bitterly that the first battle of Jiuguan ended in the crushing defeat of his 1st Infantry Brigade.

The sun was setting, and the sky was full of red glow as if it was dyed with blood.

The sound of artillery and gunfire resounded throughout the afternoon, and the position was calm.

Both China and Japan, from the saber soldiers, are silently licking their wounds, accumulating strength, waiting for the sun to rise tomorrow, and then fight again.

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PS: Today, the old mother is finally admitted to the hospital, and she will have to do a check-up in the afternoon, and Fengyue has been with the hospital, praying that everything will be good for the examination. I hope my mother has no problems with her, and she has been with Fengyue well. May all be safe.