As soon as he made contact, he lost dozens of people, which made the squadron leader a little extremely ruined, and he couldn't help shouting loudly, ordering the soldiers to set up machine guns and fight back fiercely!

After receiving the order, some of the little devils at the back of the team directly set up the machine guns, and then began to counterattack.

Seven Taisho 11-year-old machine guns were erected one after another, and a few little devils put the butts on their faces and controlled the machine guns to counterattack towards a group.

The so-called Taisho 11-year-old machine gun is what we call the well-known crooked handle machine gun.

Although this machine gun is called a machine gun, its rate of fire has to be said to be too scummy!

Because the ammunition loading is too cumbersome, and it is easy to jam and malfunction, it is impossible for this machine gun to achieve a rate of fire of 150 rounds per minute.

And in terms of firepower, it is not as good as the Czech light machine guns equipped with the independent brigade!

Under such circumstances, when the Japanese army was full of confidence that they could suppress the defenders by erecting machine guns, they blatantly discovered that this was simply impossible!

When the seven crooked machine guns appeared, the fire suffered by the Japanese troops was not only not suppressed, but even more ferocious.

This made the squadron leader so angry that he almost vomited blood!

Seeing his soldiers continue to fall in the other party's shooting, and in just a moment's effort, he had already lost more than half of his life, and the little devil squadron leader knew that he couldn't delay it like this.

So he hurriedly ordered a military cao, and shouted loudly: "Hurry up, ask for help from His Excellency the captain, and ask for artillery reinforcements!" ”

"Hey!"

The two little devils got the order of the squadron leader and crawled directly to the rear in the rain of bullets, but they had just climbed more than ten meters away, and a string of bullets swept over, and the little devil immediately screamed and lay on the ground, but there was no movement again.

And the other little devil, although he was not killed, was also shot in the thigh, like a blood pouring out, the severe pain made him want to hold his thigh where to scream.

However, thinking of the squadron leader's orders, this little devil still struggled to crawl towards the back.

Finally passed through the most dangerous area, and the little devil immediately dragged his shot thigh and limped towards the captain's area.

With each step, there would be a tearing pain from the place where he was shot in the thigh, and blood was left behind, and a string of blood spilled where he passed.

I have to say that the little devil's toughness is good, this little devil insisted on crawling out of the area of battle, just because he wanted to convey the squadron leader's order, however, it was because of his persistence that he became the only survivor of this squadron!

Of course, this is an afterword, at this time, this little devil finally came to the front of the captain, and after reporting the news to the captain, he couldn't hold on anymore, and fainted on the ground with a pop.

Seeing this scene, the two hygienists next to him hurriedly carried it away and bandaged it.

After receiving the news, the captain was very surprised, and immediately ordered the artillery to carry out artillery bombardment, and at the same time pressed all the remaining forces of his brigade to rescue the besieged squadron.

Soon, the eight Type 92 infantry guns were moved up by the little devils, and after adjusting the angle and distance, they fired directly at the defenders' positions.

"Tom ......"

The Type 92 infantry cannon made a dull sound, and at the moment of the sound, eight shells burst out of the infantry cannon and smashed towards the defenders' positions.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

A few shells landed on the position, and immediately kicked up a large area of dirt, and the two machine guns that were firing wildly were hit by the shells of the little devils, and they were directly dumbfired.

"Roar! It was our artillery that wielded! At the front of the position, the little devil squadron leader saw this scene, and immediately became elated, and hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up, machine gun counterattack, counterattack!" ”

As he spoke, he waved the command knife in his hand, as if he had gone crazy.

"Phew! Bah! Bah! Damn, the little devil actually fired! A battalion commander spit out the dirt in his mouth, and at the same time brushed the dirt on his head, and said scoldingly: "Grandma's bear, do you think you have a cannon!" Zhang Xiucai, move out the cannons in our battalion and let the little devils taste our awesomeness! ”

"Gotcha! Camp, you see! ”

Hearing this, a soldier not far from the battalion commander agreed, and after replying, he said with some complaints: "Camp, I said don't call me Zhang Xiucai, I have a name!" ”

Zhang Xiucai is not called Xiucai, his name is Zhang Xiuwen, because of his kind face, his figure is a little thin, and he looks a little weak. In addition, he had read some books, so most of the brothers in the camp liked to call him Zhang Xiucai.

At this time, hearing Zhang Xiucai's complaint, the battalion commander laughed and shouted at the top of his voice: "Come on, according to me, your name is not as good as this Zhang Xiucai!" Listen, Zhang Xiuwen, I don't know and I think it's a girl! ”

When the battalion commander said this, he deliberately raised his voice, so that many brothers could hear it and couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that they were all laughing, Zhang Xiucai was a little helpless, so he had to accept his fate.

As he spoke, Zhang Xiucai had already moved out the infantry guns in their battalion with more than a dozen soldiers.

After debugging the angle and direction, Zhang Xiucai said: "The camp seat is all ready!" ”

"Okay, I'll aim the little devil's cannon and blow him up!"

Among the battalion-level units, the independent brigade is also equipped with battalion-level artillery fire, that is, the battalion-affiliated Type 92 infantry guns, and a battalion can be equipped with 12 guns!

Seeing that Zhang Xiucai was loading shells, the battalion commander couldn't help but say: "Zhang Xiucai, you are the best at these guns in our battalion, and the gunners are all trained by you, you can't drop the chain for me at a critical moment!" When the time comes, don't have a cannon, but no one will use it, that's a bad thing! ”

The battalion commander said with some concern.

To be honest, the battalion commander has been a soldier for so long, and he has never been able to counterattack with his own artillery when he was bombed by the Japanese army.

In the past, when he fought, he was stiff in the face of the artillery blows of the little devils! It's all up to luck to survive!

But now, they actually have a counterattack cannon too!

This made the battalion commander a little uneasy!

I'm afraid that Zhang Xiucai won't be able to fiddle well, and these cannons won't be able to play a role when the time comes.

"Camp, just look at it! I was taught by Commander Zhu himself, and I can even use a 105mm caliber howitzer, not to mention this small Type 92 infantry gun, using him is like playing! Zhang Xiucai said indifferently.

The battalion commander didn't know these technical words, but he saw Zhang Xiucai's confident look, and his heart was much more settled.

At this time, Zhang Xiucai had already made all the preparations, and the twelve infantry guns were all loaded, just waiting for the password.

Zhang Xiucai glanced back at the battalion commander and said with a smile: "Battalion commander, just keep your eyes open!" ”

After speaking, he said directly to the soldier who was controlling the infantry gun: "Go you!" ”

"Tom ......"

At the sound of an order, in the excited eyes of the battalion commander, twelve shells suddenly shot out, and then smashed into the heads of the Japanese soldiers with a roar......