In the face of the soldiers of the Ninth Army who had entered the semi-automatic equipment, the troops of the Yue Army, who only relied on single-shot manual rifles to resist, obviously felt that the firepower was very insufficient.

In the face of semi-automatic weapons, single-shot rifles are a little too weak. Artillery firepower is equal to nothing, and the other side is still overwhelmingly sending shells into the position one by one, what is the air force? Before everyone could figure out this air force, the enemy had already used it in real combat. With such a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, there is no reason to continue this battle, and it is simply a one-sided ending.

However, at this time, the army that was surrounded in Pyongyang City did not lose a simple peripheral position, but lost the last opportunity to break through. Directly ahead, although there were soldiers of one army, compared to firepower and combat experience, they were no match for the soldiers of the Ninth Army on the left and right flanks. The reason why the Ninth Army has been able to become a Class A unit is not only because of its own superiority in weaponry and equipment, but also because the entire Ninth Army, whether it is weaponry or equipment, the quality of its soldiers, or the combat experience of its officers and men, is obvious to all in the whole army.

The Ninth Army is a unit that has experienced many wars, and it has been able to come out of the brutal war alive again and again, and to be able to come to this day, standing on this battlefield, in addition to being a little lucky, the most important thing is because they have rich combat experience. Among the Ninth Army, the proportion of officers and men in the former Hainan can be said to be the unit with the largest proportion in the entire National Defense Force at present, and the probability of 1:5 has basically been reached.

The Wehrmacht in front of them was passing through the battlefield just now, with stumps and broken arms flying all over the sky, and craters were full of blood, but the officers and soldiers felt a little chilled in their hearts, not to mention the Wehrmacht soldiers who were crossing there. Although they have a variety of expressions on the surface, whether nervous or scared, it is certain that they are rushing forward as always.

Even if they vomited, even if they were weak, they did not stop. Demons, all of them are demons. The officers and men who have always called themselves fierce and brutal did not care about the issue of titles at all. They seem so small in front of the real demons.

The army is like a frightened bird, and they no longer plan to 'defend with all their might' according to the instructions above! Looking at the Wehrmacht officers and soldiers with blood marks on their feet, and blood dripping down their bodies drop by drop. They were desperate to retreat, and they kept retreating, and then kept a certain distance from them, trying not to let themselves suffer any blows. This was the first time since the officers and men were surrounded by the Wehrmacht that they felt weak. For this kind of high-intensity battle, their confidence has long been eroded by countless shells and fighters flying in the sky.

'Smack! ’

The head of an officer of the Yue Army blossomed and cracked, and the red and white brains instantly sprinkled all over the surrounding land, and the expression on his face seemed to be angry, but more like a relief. It had been a few days since the Wehrmacht surrounded the Japanese troops, and every day they were subjected to numerous shells, and they had to worry about it all the time. Either they were afraid that the Wehrmacht would rush at the next moment, or they were afraid that they would be buried in the hands of a single shell the next moment. At a time when the war has not yet intensified, it may be a better outcome to be killed by a single shot from the enemy.

"Killed another one!"

Huang Jianbin silently calculated, this officer of the army was the fifth officer of the army he killed, and it was also the twentieth army officer he killed. An indescribable sense of satisfaction rose in his heart, and he continued to use his scope, looking for his next target.

Huang Jianbin is a professional sniper in their company, born in the first batch of snipers in the Hainan Army. Originally, when I was in the Hainan Army, each squad would be equipped with a sniper for special operations. But later, as the army grew and the number grew, the snipers were gradually dismantled.

From one sniper per squad at the beginning, to one sniper per platoon later, to one professional sniper per company to the present, there are two soldiers with better marksmanship. Not only do they need to take out the enemy officers, but they also need to lurk in the troops, pinpointing possible enemy ambushes to ensure the safety of the troops. Although this work has always been done by reconnaissance units, after all, reconnaissance units are only reconnaissance of the enemy's large corps, or at least units above the battalion level.

Moreover, in the reconnaissance unit, a regiment is only a platoon of scouts, and a division is only a reconnaissance battalion. They can only ensure the security of large forces, but not some of the grassroots units. However, no matter how many recruits and veterans there are in a company, and how they are matched, each company will be equipped with at least one sniper and more than two soldiers with good marksmanship. This is also Wang Lin's biggest bottom line.

After completing the swarm charge, these would-be snipers are once again active on the battlefield. For these baby bumps of each company, when they charged again, the officers subconsciously arranged them in the back, and tried not to let them charge as much as possible. If the soldier is not well trained, the sniper will lose a lot if he is gone, and you must know that every sniper has been trained with thousands of bullets.

When a Wehrmacht soldier was fiercely impacting, Huang Jianbin was also secretly glad alone. Since the day he joined the army, he had no intention of living long. The country is too weak, and it is always bullied by Western powers, and joining the army to serve the country can be regarded as a thought at the beginning. Later, I was slowly attracted to this army, until I fell in love with her deeply.

From the weakness at the beginning to the hardness of today's softness, from the beginning of the strong retreat, to the strong when today's strong. Huang Jianbin never thought that Wang Lin would be able to make this army so powerful? There is an endless variety of equipment. Give the enemy heavy blows again and again.

With the arrival of night, the air force had to stop continuing the air raids, and the Second Air Group was also transferred to the Tokugawa airfield after refueling, waiting for the second day to continue the wild race. Despite the loss of the cover of the Air Force, the Wehrmacht still has a large number of artillery pieces that can provide fire support to the Army. The Wehrmacht troops, who had been recuperating for a long time, just took advantage of the gap when the war had just fallen, quickly picked up two mouthfuls of dry food, and swallowed the vomiting ** in their stomachs.

Then he continued on the road ahead. Every ten minutes, the troops would report their positions, and every five minutes, the artillery units would adjust their shooting elements forward, a decision made to prevent accidental injury to their own people in the case of poor vision at night.

Some of the soldiers who survived the shelling stared at the Wehrmacht soldiers in front of them with red eyes, and pulled the trigger in their hands like a frenzy, and one bullet after another was poured out by them in the shortest possible time. A machine gunner at the forefront, carrying a wooden ammunition box on his back, the heavy weight did not hinder any of his movements.

The machine gunner was of a size more suitable for serving in the artillerymen, with a fat face and a high belly, and no one would have any suspicion of him if he wore a general's uniform. But he is such a person, he has been in the army for five or six years, and his body is still a mess of empty meat, although his physical strength is still not as good as some soldiers, but in the usual march, he has never delayed everyone's hind legs. And thankfully, in addition to his physical strength, he also has good marksmanship, the most classic is three consecutive shots, the average record is 100 bullets, killing 10 enemies.

Of course, this is the highest record, and in normal combat, a hundred rounds of ammunition can defeat five enemies, which is considered a qualified machine gunner. What a half-clip bullet to kill four or five enemies, it's all. Unless people are fools and stand still and let you shoot, if you kill four enemies with just a dozen bullets from that half-clamp, I'm sure they will kill you or buy you at any cost.

You know, the enemy is moving at high speed, and it is also doing all kinds of evasive maneuvers, and it is difficult for the gunner to lock it down. It is said that it is locked, and it is also shot at the moment when the enemy pauses. Even so, there is a lot of psychological pressure. Because the external environment is not easy to control, and the cleanliness of the barrel, as well as whether the hands are trembling and whether the breathing is even, may affect the accuracy of shooting.

As for the machine gun, it is even more nonsense, the ballistics of the machine gun are naturally not advantageous compared to the sniper rifle, and because it is a burst of fire, the recoil also has a certain effect. The fact that a hundred rounds of ammunition can take out ten enemies is enough to show how good this machine gunner is.

"Phew!"

Machine gunner He Xin spat vigorously, passing by in the rain of bullets just now, in order to avoid the unknown bullets, He Xin even made two difficult actions, but these two actions were quite in place, with the environment of the scene, he just made two.

Just found an excellent machine gun position, He Xin didn't say a word, hurriedly spread his thighs and ran forward, just lying down heavily, before he had time to pity his poor little belly, he felt a whirring sound above his head, mixed with bursts of bullets. He Xin breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and spit out the two mouthfuls of dirt in his mouth, and then he looked at his surroundings with confidence and boldness.

It's just that why does this stomach feel soft? And at the moment when he was lying on the ground heavily, He Xin faintly snorted in his ears, and now lying here, he felt a little fleshy. Although the darkness of the night was an excellent cover for the Wehrmacht soldiers, it also hid the enemy's figures.

He Xin, who was accustomed to seeing the scene of dead people, subconsciously reached out and touched his body, soft, hard, and warm. He Xin subconsciously frowned, and muttered secretly: "It's really unlucky, I finally found such a good place, and I just ran into a dead person." ”

"Who do you say are the dead?"

Because he didn't know what the situation was just now, Huang Jianbin, who had been lurking here and waiting for the opportunity, could only suffer this loss, and thought that if it was an enemy, then he would find an opportunity to kill him later, so as not to bring any huge danger to his own people. But since Huang Jianbin heard He Xin's words, his brain turned white, and the anger in his stomach didn't hit one place, who can't change it? Why is this kid?

"Oh mom, you're cheating?"

A voice suddenly came from under him, He Xin, who didn't have time to react, was frightened by this sound for a while, if it wasn't Chinese, He Xin had already stabbed the three-edged army thorn on his waist into the opponent's chest. But why does this sound so familiar? Where have you heard of it?

"Dead fatty, get out of the way and crush Lao Tzu."

Huang Jianbin said breathlessly, he already felt that the other party was He Xin, these two happy enemies, they like to fight or something when they are fine, and when they encounter this kind of thing on the battlefield, it can be regarded as the fate between the two. It's just that this huge body of more than 100 catties is so heavily pressed on the body, and the ground that is already very hard once again makes Huang Jianbin feel the enthusiasm of nature.

"Don't move, there's a devil!" He Xin, who is sleek and funny, how can he walk away so easily? He can't beat Huang Jianbin in peace, he is a sniper, and he is sensitive, otherwise he would not have survived in so many years of fighting. Than marksmanship? Forget it, people have a small scope on their guns, but He Xin's gun only carries a three-point line, and the only advantage is that there are many bullets and a fast rate of fire. But people always like to put hidden guns, which makes He Xin have a headache. Now that he has this opportunity for revenge, how can he not bully Huang Jianbin fiercely?

Huang Jianbin stopped making a sound when he heard this, and just let He Xin lie on his body and fiddle with his fire dragon, five minutes later, He Xin, who had already fiddled with the machine gun, still did not fire a single bullet, Huang Jianbin asked extremely puzzled.

"Where's the devil? Why not shoot? ”

"The devil is over there, I can't see how he shoots?"

"......, get the hell out of here!"

Just when He Xin and Huang Jianbin were teasing each other, a long-lost artillery shell suddenly struck, but the target was not the two of them, but a group of marching Wehrmacht soldiers. The shells tore through the air and the earth fiercely, and with a bang, shrapnel flew wildly, and a burst of orange fire burst out on the ground. The sand and gravel flew into the earth, and He Xin was stunned and didn't dare to raise his head, and the stones fell down and smashed on his body, causing pain.

He Xin, who originally wanted to bully Huang Jianbin, didn't expect to steal chickens and rice, and countless small stones fell down and smashed on his body. Fortunately, there was no shrapnel that fell, just some small stones with the wrong angle and insufficient strength, otherwise, even He Xin's big body would not be able to withstand the destruction of these stones.

Thousands of officers and soldiers were quietly advancing under the cover of night, expecting to be able to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese army, which would increase the casualties of their own soldiers, but at night, this was also the best method of attack. Besides, the army's will to resist has long been almost worn out, and when it suddenly finds that the enemy has rushed in front of it, it is uncertain whether there will be any unexpected surprises.

The sudden appearance of the artillery shells disrupted the idea of the Wehrmacht quietly climbing to the position, a veteran who had participated in the Sino-British Hong Kong War, the Civil War, and the Sino-Russian Shenyang Campaign's body trembled suddenly, and his blood-spattered body collapsed in a scream, struggling to turn over his body, and crawling towards a bomb crater close at hand, where he could do some bandaging of wounds and drag out a long blood belt behind him.

No one noticed that this fragile life was stubbornly fighting against the powerful Grim Reaper, and gradually, the fingers that were ground by the sand and stone were bloody and blurred, and they were no longer able to continue to support the body to crawl forward, and gradually hung down weakly, and the helpless eyes of the veteran, looking at the comrades who were already lying on the ground around them, represented one death after another.

In a violent cough, a large mouthful of blood clots gushed out, internal organs were injured, and as pieces of broken internal organs were gushing out, with the hope of life, the veteran gradually closed his eyes, and two lines of blood and tears quietly slipped from the side of his eyes.

After the Wehrmacht discovered the Wehrmacht's attempt, the Wehrmacht continued to hide, and the artillery continued to regain the intensity of the previous shelling, occasionally accompanied by a few flares, to guide the Wehrmacht soldiers in the direction of the attack. At this time, the dark night in Pyongyang was as dazzling as white air. There were white flares hanging in the sky, so that the soldiers lurking in the trenches, houses, and bunkers sensed a trace of fear, the fear brought by death.

The Wehrmacht's offensive seemed to have intensified the offensive again, all the artillery that could be used was thrown into the battle, all the machine-gun positions were pushed forward by unequal distances, and in just two hours, the defensive line that the army had reprepared for the second time collapsed again, and so far in the war, hundreds of thousands of people have been forced to withdraw from the battle, or killed, or maimed.

The tragedy of the war can be imagined! As for the Wehrmacht troops, the number of casualties is only in the thousands. With powerful firepower and superior weapons and equipment, there are still thousands of casualties, and Long Yuhui still feels that the actual combat experience of the troops is still too little.

(To be continued)