Market town is a small town less than one kilometer away from the Yalu River, the town is as its name, in the past few hundred years, this small town has been a market, North Korean businessmen brought Korean ginseng here to sell to Chinese medicine dealers, the market town is because of the market and the prosperity, the past ten years, with the prosperity of the port and the North Korean "reading power", the market town has long disappeared the prosperity of decades ago, only some Chinese-style buildings on the street remain, silently telling the prosperity that once existed here.

Park Sung-hee, dressed in a Korean-style costume and wearing a North Korean hat, stood outside the book, half-closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying the sunset and the meaning of life.

At this moment, with the shouts of a ragged North Korean peasant running from the field outside the town to the town, the town suddenly became chaotic when he had long been out of sight, and restaurants, restaurants, and shops closed their doors one after another.

"The army crosses!"

As soon as he heard the shouts of the people, Park Sung-hee's heart tightened, and the shadow of the women who hanged themselves appeared in his mind.

"Damn it!"

When closing the door of Shushu, Park Sung-hee scolded in his heart, he hated those who said that he himself, for him who had been promoted in China's Beijing Teacher Examination 25 years ago, he couldn't accept in his bones those who were like him who "used to be the vassal of China", and now riding on the head of North Korea, what can he do if he can't accept it?

Although the Qing State was a barbarian, after all, it had ruled China, and the Qing State was also defeated by that group of Japanese slaves. That's why I can ride on the head of North Korea, just like a person who has been a slave in his bones, and suddenly one of the minions beat away the former master and rode on another minion, and naturally the other minion was not convinced, and how awkward he was thinking in his heart.

"Hurry up and get those slaves back to their island!"

Thinking of the news of the "Great Victory of the Northeast Chinese Army" mentioned in the newspaper, Park Chengxi prayed in his heart that the Qing Kingdom was a barbarian, so they couldn't beat him, but now that the rivers and mountains of China have been restored, and the Han people are back in charge of China, it is naturally easier to fight this book, just like the Ming Army more than 300 years ago.

When the soldiers of the 7th Battalion of the 55th Regiment appeared in the market town, they first searched along the way, and only after making sure that there were no enemies did they give the signal to pass safely.

After another ten minutes, a force of hundreds of people appeared on the streets of Market Town, and through the crack in the door, Park Sung-hee saw that the army that passed quickly with weapons was not wearing the blue military uniform of "Lord Zhentai", but the dark green military uniform, and in the middle of the team, there was a standard-bearer carrying a tricolor flag.

"Blue-yellow-red!"

Seeing the flag, Park Sung-hee's eyes widened.

"Ruan Ming, hurry, hurry up and put the incense case!"

He yelled at his son in the house.

"Daddy, what's going on?"

The two brothers, Park Nguyen Minh and Park Nguyen Khanh, who were carrying a small table, looked at their father with a happy face and hurriedly asked.

"China, the Chinese army is coming!"

When Park Chengxi answered, he hurriedly pulled the bolt of the door, pushed open the door of the book, and bowed deeply to the passing squadron, and then instructed his sons to set up incense tables, incense burners, and Migon, when he arranged all this, most of the troops had passed, and every officer and soldier of the 7th Battalion looked at the father and son with some different colors in their eyes, and their steps naturally slowed down a little.

"They are ......"

Following the march in the army, Zhao Yaqin looked at the person who came out of the book, his brows furrowed slightly, when he entered the DPRK, he didn't expect to be helped by the North Koreans, let alone be "welcomed" by them, but this will, the scene in front of him is beyond his expectations, even if the most ignorant people see the incense case, they also understand what it means.

Although the incense case was facing the street and facing the officers and soldiers of the 7th Battalion passing by on the street, when Park Sung-hee bowed three times and knelt nine times, he was facing the southeast.

"North Korea lifts its son Park Sung-hee, and leads the family to welcome the Chinese army into North Korea! Long live our Emperor St. Ann! ”

Listening to the words shouted in the northern official dialect, Zhao Yaqin was stunned at first, and hurriedly walked towards this person, and this old tearful Park Chengxi knelt down at the [***] official who walked towards him.

"Greetings to the general, I don't know if the general is here today, whether it is to relieve the people of North Korea from hanging upside down, and even the blue sky of North Korea!"

North Korea is mountainous, and the entire Korean Peninsula is almost completely covered with undulating mountains, with few plains, and the area around Yongcheon near the river is a rare "plain" area in North Korea, although there are still undulating hills everywhere, and on the undulating slope next to the dirt road leading to Yongcheon, soldiers of the Guards in tea-green uniforms are desperately digging foxholes.

The use of anti-slope to build fortifications is conducive to weakening the enemy's firepower, especially for such a small battalion-sized force, they must use the fortifications to weaken the enemy's firepower as much as possible, rather than suppressing the enemy's firepower.

"It only takes half an hour for the army to approach our defensive line, do you think we can stop it?"

"National pillar, to be confident, as an officer, the first thing is self-confidence, to have the fearlessness of a soldier, even in the face of thousands of troops, but also to have a heart of victory, as an officer, your confidence directly affects the confidence of the troops, understand? Now, before the battle, all we have to do is to be patient, carefully arrange the defensive line, and when it starts, it doesn't matter, the rest is to do our duty!! ”

A major and a captain officer looked out from the top of the hill with binoculars and saw only the undulating "plains", where the major lectured the captain beside him...... As his commander and senior, Zhao Yaqin felt that he had the obligation to teach Li Guobang next to him some things that he should learn as a soldier, especially an officer.

"Confidence in winning all battles, Guozhu, you have to remember that if you want to be a good officer, confidence is the most important!"

"Yes, sir!"

Li Guobang hurriedly replied, but there was no military salute, the military discipline of the Guards requires that superiors and subordinates are not allowed to salute their superiors on the battlefield, it is said that this is to prevent this officer from becoming a target, but I really haven't heard that the officer was killed by the enemy's sharpshooter on the battlefield.

"Whether we can stop myself this time depends on the machine gun company, as long as they say okay, we can block it!"

Zhao Yaqin cast his eyes on the machine gun position more than 300 meters away behind him, compared to other people who believe in artillery or mortars, he is more willing to put the treasure on the four Makqin heavy machine guns of the battalion machine gun company, behind a dirt slope not far from the rear of the defense line, an officer with a telescope and a look forward, within two kilometers of the distance, this is the highest slope, next to him, several sergeants are arranging observation posts there, the simple sandbag upper is covered with a camouflage net, quadrant, Artillery equipment such as observation scopes was carried into the fortifications by the sergeants.

After putting down the binoculars, the officer selected each of the twelve points on the improvised map he had just drawn and raised his left arm.

"Set up machine guns No. 1 and No. 2 there!"

At this time, others can see that he has a heavy machine gun armband on his sleeve, which is the badge of the machine gunner, and the MJ02 light machine gun is different, the Makqin heavy machine gun has always been precision equipment, whether it is the Liberation Army or the Volunteer Army, the heavy machine gunner is from the heavy machine gun training class, after at least half a year of training, the machine gun position on the battlefield often attracts the enemy's crazy fire retaliation, the anti-Russian volunteers are very wise to allow the heavy machine gun to read the tactical management of the infantry commander of the battalion, Although he remained under the command of the battalion infantry commander, with specially trained machine-gun department officers and their skilled soldiers, the machine-gun unit was henceforth able to put the machine gun in the best position and perform at its best when defending or attacking.

The experience of the Volunteers in establishing machine gun schools, training full-time machine gun officers, and establishing machine gun units with reading power directly influenced the use of heavy machine guns in the Imperial Guard, and heavy machine guns were established as a reading unit in the Imperial Guard. Correspondingly, they were an elite unit, and to some extent, their status was higher than that of ordinary infantrymen, at least unlike the latter, and the machine gun shooters also had their own insignia, like the machine gun armband on Wang Mingbai's left arm.

As soon as the commander's order was issued, the machine gun shooters who had been resting at the bottom of the hill immediately carried the 18.8-kilogram gun body, the 35.6-kilogram tripod, plus ammunition and cooling water, and walked towards the reserve position on the left side of the slope, which was more than 200 meters away.

"Damn, why is it so heavy!"

When the two men carried the machine gun tripod, like any heavy machine gunner, Ma Po was like this every time he carried this guy, cursing the dead thing in his mouth. But as a machine gun shooter, he knew that when firing continuously, thanks to the rock-solid gun mount, there would be almost no vibration on the body of the gun. In fact, almost no recoil affects the shooter's ability to see the target in the telescope.

There are 12 people in a machine gun squad, the main shooter is responsible for fixing the position of the tripod, the second shooter is responsible for loading the gun body on the tripod, the third shooter is tasked with placing the cooling water tank and ammunition box, and as for the remaining nine people, the belongings they carry are the basis for the machine gun squad to carry forward the firepower, more ammunition, spare barrels, maintenance tools, cooling water and other supplies.

After arriving at the firing position, the shooters began to get busy, checking the re-entry spring, adding cooling water, checking whether the various parts of the machine moved smoothly, when the shooters were busy, one by one the magazine boxes were opened, and the canvas pre-installed spaceless cartridge belts were pulled out at will, 25,000 rounds of ammunition per machine gun, which was the standard "dry food" for the machine gunners, and this time, they got the material reserve standard is to be able to shoot all machine guns for more than six hours, providing the most powerful barrage cover for the troops.

"The range is two thousand five, indirect shooting, ten test shots!"

After the flag-bearer on the hillside sent out the signal with the flag, when Wang Mingbai signaled the shooter to insert a flag stake 100 meters in front of the machine gun to keep the shooting direction correct, the platoon commander began to calculate the angle of fire by using a goniometer, a graduation gauge, and a firing parameter table; as the only army in the world that uses machine guns on a large scale, the current Guards Army has developed a complete set of machine gun tactics that are ahead of other countries in the world, and indirect machine gun firing is a new type of tactic developed by the Infantry Section of the Whampoa Military Academy.

With a short burst of shooting, Zhao Yaqin, who was standing on the hillside, could clearly see from the telescope a few clouds of smoke and dust coming out of the field more than 2,000 meters away, followed by 2,000 meters,...... Small puffs of smoke and dust continued to extend towards the front of the position, until a hundred meters in front of the position, and on the top of the slope in the rear, the flag bearer issued a few hand flag signals.

"Sir, here's the mission plan and the firepower map drawn up by the machine gun crew."

After receiving a few planning tables and firepower distribution maps from the communications soldiers sent by the machine gun company, Zhao Yaqin first looked at the signals in the planning table, and then carefully looked at the areas not covered by machine gun fire, which would be filled by light machine guns and submachine guns.

"Alright, the food and drinks are ready, just wait for our guests!"

After handing the task planning table in his hand to the communications soldier, Zhao Yaqin looked at the distribution map that was completely covered by firepower with some ease, and the only thing that needs to be considered now is probably how to bury the corpse of the army after the battle.

It was a hot April day, and the march of the brigade left the dirt roads dusty. The soldiers of the two brigades carried their guns and ran in the direction of Uiju, and the Chinese army crossed the Yalu River, which made the officers and men of the 32nd Reserve Wing almost dare not believe their ears when they heard the news.

Although they did not believe it, they still reinforced in the direction of Uiju, and they must not allow the Chinese army to occupy Korea, and after an hour of marching, they were sweating profusely, and in the rear of the troops they intermittently followed some stragglers who had fallen behind. They were covered in dust and looked tired.

"Baga, why aren't those bastards on the riverside?"

Komatsu Yoshino, who was riding on horseback, glanced ahead again as he urged his troops to advance, and half an hour earlier, the market landlord had sent someone to inform him that the Chinese army had set up a blocking position in front.

"Report, the Chinese army ...... found ahead"

Just when the spearhead was reporting, a scream sounded in the air, and the spearhead slammed to the ground, and the next moment, with the dense "whoosh" sound in the air, the whole road seemed to blow a small storm, and from time to time the fields and dirt roads raised smoke and dust several inches high.

Almost without warning, the bullet hit Komatsu Yoshino's shoulder, pierced through his crotch, and wounded the warhorse, and the two-thousand-meter Yue army did not hear the gunshot, while Wang Mingbai, who shot at a large angle behind the two-thousand-meter hillside, only numbly pressed the firing plate, and in the deafening machine gun sound, the cooling water was heated by the barrel, and the white vapor blocked his vision, but the line of sight was not needed to carry out indirect shooting.

"Bullets! Bullet! ”

The moment a 250-round bullet chain was just finished, Wang Mingbai shouted and then, the next second, the No. 3 shooter dragged a bullet chain into the machine gun, and the gun rang out again, compared to Wang Mingbai, the No. 3 shooter frowned at the moment of the gun, gunpowder gas and deafening gunfire continued to explode in his ears, and both hands dragged the chain of the full Type 03 stern heavy bullet, which was specially developed for indirect shooting, 12.75 grams of stern bullet, 3.6 grams of propellant, When the MJ02 heavy machine gun roars furiously, the bullet can easily penetrate the body of any enemy, even from a distance of 3,000 meters.

The roar of the machine gun is like the sound of firecrackers in the foxhole, dull and urgent, if you speak loudly, you will even ignore the gunfire more than 200 meters away, but the soldiers in the foxhole will never ignore the muffled sound of the horn, especially for the officer with a telescope.

"Come on!"

Li Guobang, who was holding the telescope, looked at the target assembly area two kilometers ahead in surprise, completely shrouded in the dust stirred up by the bullets, and red blood mist continued to rise in the dust.

"Hurry up, south-facing ......"

In the rain of bullets like a torrential rain, the shouts of the soldiers and officers were constantly heard, and everyone was running around in a daze, but the bullets in the air with a slight whistling sound always kept falling like eyes. Where is the enemy, no one knows, where are the bullets? …… Right overhead!

No one could hear the enemy's gunfire, all he could hear was the screams of the wounded soldiers, Nomura, hiding behind a tree, could hear the sound of bullets hitting the trunk of the tree, and the occasional branch hit by the bullet would fall on his head, and in the continuous terrifying whooshing sound, one person after another fell, and he saw that Oshima's head from his own village was pierced by the enemy's bullets, and his white brain was scattered, and when he was about to fall, his left foot suddenly broke off, maybe a few bullets broke his left foot.

Sou...... Suddenly, Nomura saw an extra yellow object almost an inch long at his feet, it was a warhead, a kind of bullet that he had never seen before, the bullet was pointed, the bullet tail was like the stern of a boat, and it was still hot when he got it in his hand.

"Devil's bullet!"

Looking at the bullet, Nomura named the bullet, and when he looked up, he saw his brother-in-law, who was standing there blankly, looking around at a loss with a gun, "Quick! Zoten, hide behind a tree......"

Hiding behind a tree and thinking he was safe, he yelled at Zoten, almost instinctively, Nomura raised his hand and pointed towards a big tree only a few meters away from Zoten, and in an instant, he saw that his arm suddenly burst out of a cloud of red fog and dust, the red fog and dust was so weird, and when the red fog and dust burst out, his arm fell from his sleeve.

This is the first time that indirect fire from a heavy machine gun has appeared on the battlefield, and indirect fire is a method of firing at targets outside of the field of vision, which is extremely difficult to master, but its combat effect is also terrifying. The greatest value of indirect fire is that it allows the machine gun to be well concealed behind your own defense, killing and injuring the enemy with fire that is close to "murder" - in this case, the aiming and range of the machine gun are calculated in the same way as the gun, but the effect of the two is completely different.

When artillery shells are coming, soldiers can get early warning through the whistling and screaming of projectiles, but for indirect fire from heavy machine guns using long-range heavy bullets, enemy officers and soldiers can only hear the rustle of the wind through the grass, followed by the flutter of bullets hitting the human body and the miserable screams of the hit.

When the nearly 2,000-strong Yue army was completely enveloped by the stormy machine gun bullets fired by the 12 heavy machine guns, on the hillside, several officers constantly observed the movements of the Yue army with artillery mirrors, quadrants, and other instruments, and then corrected the firing angles of the machine guns.

A steady stream of bullets erupted from the water-cooled barrel, and a dull sound of gunfire could be heard within 200 meters, and the sound of gunfire became faint for 300 meters, and after 600 meters, no more gunshots could be heard.

Even if they lie on the ground, the parabolic bullets still continue to sink into their bodies, lying on the ground but increase the surface of the bomb, only a very small group of people hide behind the tree trunk, although the tree trunk can block some bullets, but the bullets flying from the left and right wings, but not the tree trunk can cover, the bullet will always hit the body of the people hiding behind the tree through a strange angle.

The storm of bullets blew for nearly an hour, and after the twelve heavy machine guns had changed their barrels three times and fired more than 400,000 rounds of ammunition, the storm finally subsided after the last sound of the wind and grass was over, and at this time, the assault infantry approaching the enemy under the cover of the storm had approached from the left and right flanks to a position only a few dozen meters away from the Japanese army.

When the storm subsided, the assault infantry, armed with submachine guns and light machine guns, were so shocked by the terrible situation in front of them that they even forgot their mission and stopped cleaning up the remnants of the enemy. The tragic situation on the battlefield was like a group of people being thrown into a meat grinder, with stumps and broken arms everywhere, and only a very small number of lucky ones sat in the corpses in a daze, and the limbs that were blown away by the bullets could be clearly seen on their bodies, and some of the soldiers were even torn in two by the bullets.

"All ...... dead"

Nomura, who picked up the severed hand in his left hand, sat behind the tree and muttered, when he saw the Chinese army who appeared in front of him, he just muttered in the language again, no one understood his words, and the soldier who walked in front of him looked at the broken hand, and the soldier who was already frightened stupid, hesitated, the bayonet of the spear head instantly sank into his neck, and the blade was twisted, and the blood mist after the major artery was pierced was flying, but it was far less dazzling than when the first storm hit dozens of minutes......

(To be continued)