There was still a buzzing sound in Mo Dongshan's ears, so he couldn't hear the fierce gunfire in his ears. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info because he had to carry a submachine gun with one hand and his steel helmet with the other, he was very embarrassed when he jumped into the Japanese trenches. An abandoned ammunition box at his feet nearly knocked him down, and while hitting the wall of the trench didn't make him fall too badly, it sent a sharp pain in his shoulder.

Nervous that he didn't look at the scene behind him, and didn't know if anyone had rushed into the enemy's trenches with him, the first thing he did after controlling his body and finding his direction was to adjust the muzzle of his gun and pull his trigger.

"Suddenly! Dodo! The bullet flew out of the muzzle of his gun, spun through the air, and then burrowed into the chests of the Japanese soldiers who were stunned by the aerial bomb just now, and before they could figure out the situation, it was as if they had been hit by a sledgehammer and fell on their backs in the trench.

The pain of skin penetrating, muscles torn, bones shattered, caused the Japanese soldier to let out a heart-rending scream on his back, which announced his death and reminded the Japanese soldiers who were nervously shooting forward, not realizing that there were already uninvited guests around them.

Hearing the screams of their comrades-in-arms, two or three Japanese soldiers turned their heads sideways and saw Mo Dongshan who was firing with a gun. At this time, Mo Dongshan also ran out of bullets in his magazine, and withdrew an empty magazine from his submachine gun.

The Type 32 submachine gun is a "shrunken" version of the submachine gun produced by the Ming Empire with a large number of simplified production processes as the core idea, this weapon uses a large number of stamping processes, even the shell of the gun, it does not have a complex wooden butt that needs to be air-dried, and uses a metal folding butt that is easier to obtain.

The accuracy of this weapon is very limited, and there is basically no accuracy at long range, but because of the rate of fire, it is very powerful at close range, and can form a barrage to suppress the enemy. What's even more terrifying is that this weapon is easy to build in large quantities, and in just one year, the Ming Empire produced 400,000 of these weapons, which were popularized to every infantry squad.

To be honest, if it weren't for the lighter weight and more ammunition he carried, Mo Dongshan still preferred the Type 1779 submachine gun, because at least that weapon seemed to have some traces of fine carving. The current Type 32 submachine gun is simply an ugly duckling with no beauty, and every link can only be described as rough.

Of course, it is precisely because of this exaggerated roughness that the Type 32 submachine gun is so cheap that an American weapons manufacturer was shocked by its production process after getting the Type 32 submachine gun - because if calculated according to the largest scale of production, this submachine gun is almost only a little more than one-third of the cost of similar weapons in other countries.

"You must know that it is a great achievement to equip 400,000 soldiers with automatic weapons, and the Ming Empire has done it, thanks to the cheapness of the Type 32 submachine gun!" The American arms manufacturer commented on this weapon: "I will not produce it, because it will not bring me profits at all, unless the US military is also like His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Empire, asking for 1 million pieces in one go!" ”

Please don't be naïve enough to think that cheap stuff doesn't mean it's of low quality. On the contrary, due to its simple construction, this submachine gun has an unprecedentedly low failure rate and can be used in almost any environment. It barely jams and doesn't require any delicate maintenance...... The only drawback is that at a distance of 200 meters, it can only rely on faith to hit the target.

Mo Dongshan only found out at this time how many Japanese soldiers were in this trench, according to the formation of a squad of Japanese infantry stationed here, there were about 70 soldiers. Although some soldiers have been wounded or killed in the bombing, there are still more than 50 soldiers who are still holding their posts.

The aerial bomb just now blew up a permanent machine-gun bunker and buried seven or eight soldiers, and seven or eight soldiers were digging through the rubble in an attempt to rescue friendly troops who might have survived inside—there were still more than twenty Japanese soldiers in the trenches, and five or six had just been killed by a burst of strafing fire from Mo Dongshan.

Other Japanese soldiers had already spotted Mo Dongshan who had broken into their positions, some soldiers were pulling the bolts to load their bullets, ready to shoot the intruder, and some Japanese soldiers who had already prepared bayonets on their weapons had already rushed up with a shout, ready to kill the soldier of the Ming Empire in front of them.

"Phew!" Another soldier of the Ming Empire rushed into the trench, holding a Type 31 rifle with a bayonet inserted, and aimed it at a Japanese soldier. Then he jumped into the trench and turned his back to Mo Dongshan to kill at the other end of the trench. The second and third soldiers of the Ming Empire then rushed into the trenches, and the Japanese army, which was still extremely vicious just now, was instantly disorganized.

The trembling hand finally stuffed the new magazine into the submachine gun, pulled the bolt and heard the click Mo Dongshan felt that he had regained his courage, he held the submachine gun and pulled the trigger on the group of Japanese recruits who were between surrender and stubborn resistance, and the dense bullets were rampaging through the trench in an instant.

The Japanese soldiers fell down screaming, and some began to shout the word surrender, but their shouts were suppressed by the roar of the submachine guns, and before anyone could really hear it, the shouting Japanese soldiers had already been hit by bullets and closed their mouths forever. More Ming Empire soldiers jumped into the trenches, where they had already established themselves.

Because part of the position was destroyed by the Ming army, the originally continuous and dense Japanese firepower immediately appeared a gap, more Ming ships unloaded more soldiers, and more Ming soldiers were more quickly engaged in the battle to expand the river crossing area. Mo Dongshan sorted out his weapons, checked the ammunition, and took the three subordinates he could barely find, chose a direction and continued to attack.

He attacked from the side along the trench like a Japanese army, and the Lei Gong 1 dive bomber hovering overhead seemed to have a heart, and dropped another bomb not far in front of him, turning another Japanese permanent fortification support point into a ruin.

With a dense crowd of Ming soldiers coming from the flanks on one side and powerful aerial bombs dropped from time to time overhead, the defenders of the Japanese defense line on the Yalu River found themselves to be the most unlucky men in the world - they had just been freed from the endless artillery fire, only to find themselves in such an embarrassing situation after only a few moments.

Mo Dongshan picked up his submachine gun, crossed over the corpse of a Japanese defender with light smoke, and saw more poor enemies lying in the trenches. The men had apparently been killed by an aerial bomb, most of them covered in shrapnel, and blood sprayed on the walls of the trenches, making it a hellish place.

A Japanese soldier who was not dead was still leaning on the corner and humming, he watched Mo Dongshan rush to him with the soldiers, but he didn't even have the strength to say surrender or raise his weapon to fight back. The young Japanese soldier looked at Mo Dongshan with a pair of dark eyes, as if begging Mo Dongshan to save him.

Seeing that Mo Dongshan, who was temporarily safe around him, put down his weapon, walked up to the Japanese soldier, and looked at each other with indifferent eyes. When he saw the shocking wound, he knew that the person in front of him was hopeless, so he didn't bother to do anything at all.

The reason for his coming was very simple, he took a weighty gold ring from the Japanese soldier's finger, and stuffed it into his pocket under the gaze of the other man's dilated pupils. He could be the child of a wealthy family, or he could be a husband who just got married and wore a wedding ring, who knows. In short, Mo Dongshan didn't care about this, he just picked up valuable souvenirs from a corpse.

The other party's stubborn head finally hung down, and Mo Dongshan's action of putting away the ring became more reasonable. He picked up a Japanese-made grenade on the ground, pulled the fuse and threw it at another Japanese trench from a distance, then leaned against the wall of the trench, waiting for the sound of the explosion to come.

Immediately after, under the cover of this grenade, he and his men rushed into a new trench, and the fierce killing began again, the resistants shouted with bayonets, and Mo Dongshan walked forward step by step with his submachine gun and steaming blood.

On the riverside in the distance, the soldiers of the Ming Empire were still suppressed by the fire of the Japanese army, and the corpses on many sections had been piled up into mountains - not every soldier of the Ming Empire had the luck of Mo Dongshan, and more often than not, they were hit by flying bullets and died in the cold water in obscurity.

Thousands of soldiers who crossed the river were killed by the Japanese army, and compared with the Liaodong rebels, the Japanese army had stronger combat convictions, and the command was more unified and the training was more systematic. They relied on all kinds of trenches, bunkers, and even craters to fight, and would rather die than take a step back and give up their defenses.

Soon the Ming Empire's casualties rose to 2,000, but the area they opened up to cross the river was getting larger and larger, the pontoon bridge had been built, and the first modified No. 1 tank roared across the Yalu River, causing the busy Ming Empire sappers to let out a burst of cheers. (To be continued.) )