The meadow is just an endless meadow, and the wind blows through the meadow, which seems very quiet, very comfortable, and very pleasant......

This meadow is the product of the last ten months of siege, and the land that no one has harvested has become a wasteland, and the wasteland is overgrown with weeds, and the knee-high weeds rise and fall with the wind, like waves on the sea.

The sky is blue, the grass is green, and if it were not for some of the trenches, without the smoke that obscures the sky, perhaps the scenery outside would have been infinitely beautiful, and extremely lyrical, and full of poetic atmosphere, which should have been the most ordinary.

But in the green meadows, the breastwork walls made of turned red clay remind everyone - but the battlefield is the battlefield, and its gloom and coldness tell people that what they are facing is not poetic beauty, but death.

The American soldiers walking on the meadow formed a square to the beat of the drummer, and walked forward step by step, towards the hastily built defense line that they thought was already vulnerable to the Chinese.

"Stay in formation!"

Almost every time he marched tens of meters, when the queue became a little untidy, Cill faithfully fulfilled his responsibilities as a sergeant, maintaining the column formation of the company.

It was extremely natural for both officers and soldiers to charge in this infantry group, and since the War of Independence they had been fighting in such formations, that once upon a time their phalanx was so substandard that they could not even fire three volleys of guns with the lobster soldiers, and their formation would collapse, but now their ranks were able to withstand rifled gun fire.

While Cill and thousands of other officers and sergeants did their best to maintain order in formation, the machine gunners and machine gun commanders were already busy in the machine gun position a few hundred meters behind the 1st Marine Brigade.

Although the six-year machine gun was only just invented, and even the electric Gatling gun was used for no more than two years, a scientific training system has been established in the Chinese army, and all machine gunners and machine gun command officers have received extremely professional training in machine gun shooting and use. For this purpose, there is even a special machine gun school for the training of machine gun officers and machine gunners, and because of this, these machine gunners are able to master the science of shooting.

Shooting, to be precise, is a science.

Especially for machine guns, shooting is definitely a science! In this war, the use of machine guns was by no means the same as others understood, firing at a platoon of attacking troops under a machine gun that fired a dense number of projectiles, and in fact, the damage caused by this was extremely limited. If carefully arranged, the density of fire composed of a few simple machine guns is equivalent to that of an entire rifle battalion, and of course this poses a new test for the officers to arrange machine gun firing positions.

Almost as soon as the shells overhead were far away, and the machine gunners who carried the machine guns to the firing positions were ready, the officers of the machine gun company took binoculars and observed the American phalanx.

"Hurry up, in a few seconds, we can send those northerners back to their hometown!"

Lin Wenping shouted with some excitement, as a machine gunner, he knew very well that in this formation of the US army, it was not a battle at all, but a massacre, and now what he needed to do was to bury all these northerners in the death area composed of bullets and bullets!

"I can guarantee that we will make the Yankees unforgettable and unforgettable!"

The machine gunners said in a very confident tone that they had been waiting for an opportunity to prove themselves since the day the six-year machine gun entered the army last year and they began to train, although in previous battles they had inflicted heavy losses on the American cavalry, almost leading to the collapse of the American cavalry, but in their opinion, this was just the beginning.

Now, this moment has finally arrived, and this is the time for them to show their might!

"They will never forget!"

It's not just them, it should be history, history will not forget this day, it will not forget the place of Wuchakou, this battle will change everything.

Suddenly, a signal came from the front, and it was a signal to shoot, and the signal was issued, which meant that the US troops had entered the firing area.

"Shoot!"

At the sound of an order, six six-year heavy machine guns of the first machine gun company opened fire.

"Steady ......"

"Maintain Formation ......"

Just when Lieutenant Jack was directing the troops to advance, the silence between heaven and earth was broken by a rustling sound, first dozens of soldiers in the front column suddenly collapsed to the ground like mud, and the next moment, with the dense "whoosh" sound in the air, a small storm blew up on the originally silent grass, and the storm swept up patches of grass from time to time, and the grass danced on the grass.

Barely a bullet struck Lieutenant Jack in the shoulder, and then the bullet pierced through his body and exited his lower back, and he collapsed before he could react.

12,200 meters, this is the position of the machine gun position from the American troops, and the machine gun position is located 800 meters behind the main defensive position, at this distance, the machine gunners can barely see the front, all they need is to press the firing plate, and then shoot, according to the gauge to cover the specific area.

This is one of the deadliest machine gun uses that those machine gunners and officers have developed in the Sino-British War - intermittent fire!

For the American soldiers caught in the rain of bullets, because of the distance, they could not even hear the gunshots, but could only hear a "rustle" sound, which was the sound of bullets piercing the sky. The rain of bullets with a rustling sound was like a meteor falling directly from the sky, and most of the soldiers who were hit were shot in the shoulder, and the exit was either at their waist or at their wrist.

It was a storm, a storm that Chinese machine gunners carefully prepared for the American infantry.

When the US troops at a distance of 1,200 meters were still more than 400 meters away from the Chinese position. They were baptized by a rain of bullets, but they did not hear the gunshots, and 1,200 meters away, the officers who commanded the troops to carry out indirect fire at a large inclination with the help of equipment only kept directing the machine gunners to attack according to the predetermined "table", and the machine gunners numbly pressed the firing plate, and in the deafening machine gun sound, the cooling water was heated by the barrel. And then boiling.

When a 333-round chain is about to be finished, the unwanted machine gunner hands over or shouts, and the ammunition that has been waiting for a long time will carry the cartridge box, and at the moment when the chain is finished, the chain is flattened and the lead plate is inserted into the machine gun, and then the machine gun is jubilant again, and the tail of the boat is heavily pointed under the push of gunpowder gas.

This is a heavy bullet specially developed for heavy machine guns, unlike ordinary rifle bullets, it is relatively expensive, but the range is very long, the long-range trajectory is extremely stable, with the jubilation of the machine gun, the heavy bullet is constantly sprayed, when the bullet roars wildly. The bullets were pushed more than a thousand meters away, where the ten-gram bullets could easily penetrate the body of any enemy, and sometimes even several people, tearing bowl-sized wounds through the bodies of those people.

This is no longer a battle, but a one-sided slaughter!

The roar of the machine guns was deafening to the Chinese machine gunners, but to the Americans caught in the torrential rain, it was silent, like a silent massacre, and the rain of bullets swept everything in the dense column.

At this time. The column composed of nearly 50,000 American troops was completely shrouded in the dust and broken grass stirred up by the bullets, and in the flying dust and grass clippings, a red blood mist continued to rise, and the blood mist seemed to rise from the boiling on the ground, enveloping the American phalanx.

In the rain of bullets, the shouts of the officers were constantly heard. The American soldiers who had been hit by the sudden blow had completely forgotten their previous aspirations at this time, and most of them were dazed and numb as they moved forward, but the bullets in the air with a slight whistling sound always kept falling like eyes.

Where is the enemy?

Up ahead!

Where are the bullets?

Overhead!

No one could hear the enemy's gunfire, only the screams of the wounded soldiers, and Sergeant Sil, who was still stubbornly carrying out the order and ordering the troops to rush towards the Chinese defense line in columns, could hear the sound of bullets hitting the trunks of trees, and could also hear the crisp sound of bullets hitting the bones of soldiers, and in the continuous terrifying "whoosh" sounds, one person after another fell down beside him. He saw a soldier in front of him whose head had been pierced by an enemy bullet, and his white brain was scattered, and when the soldier was about to fall, several bullets tore his waist and broke his body in two.

Sou...... Phew,

The whistling sound of bullets sounded beside him, and he saw the screams of the Irish boy who had been recruited in New York, and then he fell, and he didn't even see the blood mist rising, and at this time, as far as his sight could see, there was a red everywhere, and the red was like a fog, shrouded in his vision, and the red, in the sunlight, looked a little strangely beautiful.

"Hurry, hurry, everyone hurry, move forward......"

Finally, as a veteran, who realized that they had been targeted, Sil was the first to react, and he tried to speed himself up, but just as he gave this order, a cloud of red mist and dust burst out at the junction of his neck and shoulders, and the red blood mist was so weird, when the red blood mist burst out, his whole person had already lie soft on the ground eroded by the rain of bullets.

When some timid soldiers tried to dodge the rain of bullets in the crater, the bullets kept hitting their backs, and the bullets that fell like raindrops did not have any dead ends, even in the craters, they could not avoid the rain of death!

It's rain!

A rain of plundering lives!

At this time, the silence between heaven and earth still seemed to be only the silence of the past, and the sound that the soldiers could hear, the only sound of their bodies being struck and the sound of bones shattering, and more and more screams, became the most swan song of many of their lives.

At this time, the tragic situation on the battlefield was like tens of thousands of people being thrown into a giant meat grinder called "Five Forks", with stumps and broken arms everywhere, and corpses piled up on the battlefield, but even so, those American soldiers still stubbornly moved forward and fulfilled their duties.

In fact, they had no way back at all - the rain of bullets completely enveloped the entire battlefield, and their front and back, left and right, were raincoat spots, copper and lead formed by the impetus of smokeless gunpowder.

The dense bullets were like a sharp scythe, and in an instant, those US officers and soldiers were "swept down in groups like wheat harvesting." At this time, looking at the scene in front of them. The members of the Marine Corps who were in the defensive position finally knew what the "scythe of death" was.

The Grim Reaper's scythe is through that silent and silent way. Slaughtering humans, and now, the intermittent machine gun shows this scene, isn't it the wielding of the Death Scythe in the human world?

At this moment, they have even forgotten their duties, they just watched the American troops who kept dying, watching them struggle in the rain of bullets. However, not everyone is like this, and there are always some lucky people who come out of that "rainstorm".

"Ready to shoot!"

When Longgang heard the commander's order, he immediately aimed and fired, as did all the fighters, who fired bullets at the enemy at the fastest rate of fire. The American soldiers, who were not easy to emerge from the death zone, fell in pieces under the muzzle of the rifleman's gun, and the blood mist filled the group, and one bullet accurately penetrated the body of the American soldier. The sluggish American soldiers were knocked down, and the people behind continued to rush up, and then fell again, and then the people behind rushed up again, and fell again......

Such an extremely tragic scene is constantly repeated and repeated. The rain of bullets, the mist of blood, the sound of gunfire, the sound of explosions, and finally it all came together into two words—death, corpse.

At this time, time in the world seemed to stand still, and for the Chinese soldiers, they only pulled the trigger in horror, and the scene of corpses piling up on the battlefield and how the blood flowed also frightened them, and this unprecedented hellish scene even made the hands of many time-tested soldiers begin to tremble.

"Oh my God, let them stop rushing......"

Despite their inner prayers, the U.S. troops still charged, and Longgang only numbly pulled the trigger, and then aimed around, and the bullets spat out of the barrels of his and his comrades fell mercilessly on the bodies of the American soldiers.

A dark cloud, blown by the wind, blocked the sun, and perhaps, at this moment, even the sky was unwilling to face this slaughter......

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