Aleysk, northern section of the Ring Line, 15th Company of the 1st Battalion of the 59th Regiment of the 2nd Infantry Division.

The barrage of the Russian army moved to the rear of the position layer by layer, Private Zhang Xinyu poked out half of his head from the trench, and in the fading smoke and dust ahead, there was a faint sound of emotional fanaticism "Ula".

"Here it is again, I have rushed five times in front, Mao Zi is really crazy."

Zhang Yu, a private who was a generation younger than him, muttered while wiping the black dust on his face.

Zhang Xinyu snorted, leaned over and picked up a bunch of grenades, lined up neatly on the top of the trench wall, and unscrewed the back cover one by one.

"No matter how crazy he is, we held on to the first five times, and this time, there's no reason to lose."

"Well said."

From the side of the trench came the sound of approval from the company commander.

The company commander, Captain Bundesi, was tall and strong, with a tanned face, a veteran of the Asian-Russian War, with a very loud voice, and spoke like an electric horn turned up to the highest volume.

Zhang Xinyu and Zhang Yu hurriedly got up and saluted.

Company Commander Wen approached Zhang Xinyu and looked up and down: "How is it, I've gotten used to it for the past two days." ”

Zhang Xinyu straightened his waist, shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head, and responded mechanically: "Report to the chief, get used to it." ”

Company Commander Wen nodded and pointed to a dead light machine gun not far away: "Old Hanyang's machine gun, will it be used?" ”

"I touched it when I was in the military school, and I haven't used it for a long time."

"It's up to you, the one next to you will be your deputy."

Zhang Xinyu straightened his chest again: "Yes-

Zhang Yu turned his face away dissatisfiedly, and muttered in a low voice: "Why is the private a private the deputy of the private......

Company Commander Wen's ears were sharp, he could hear clearly, snorted angrily, and slammed his head: "A little guy, Mao Zibing has been killed under his nose, where are there so many and no?" Clever point. Don't let people cut the heavenly spirit cover. ”

After the company commander finished speaking, he patted his sleeves and looked elsewhere, Zhang Xinyu heard the sound of "Ula" in the smoke in front of him getting closer and closer, and hurriedly took the machine gun that was still stained with blood on the wooden shoulder rest, and beckoned Zhang Yu to come over and press the empty drum.

The Hanyang Type 99 light machine gun, which had been put into service during the Russo-Asian War, was equipped with a 50-round metal drum. Reliable and durable, it was disadvantaged by its heavy weight and inconvenient to carry, and in a small number of elite units it had been replaced by the Jinling 10-year light machine gun with a 20-round magazine and a 100-round chain box - the 15th Infantry Division was obviously not yet among them.

Zhang Xinyu held his breath and calmed down, concentrating on searching and distinguishing in the smoke clouds that swirled in the wind in front of the trench, and the swishing sound of bullets began to sound in his ears from time to time, and the flash of rifle shooting loomed - finally, those familiar and unfamiliar figures rushed out of the smoke belt at a distance of two or three hundred meters, and clearly showed themselves in front of the muzzles of the officers and soldiers of the 2nd Company who were waiting for battle.

"Hit!"

Company Commander Wen gave an order. The gunshots rang out from the left and right, and Zhang Xinyu also relied on his memory many years ago, and pressed the shoulder rest with his left hand. The shoulders pressed the bipod tightly with a little force, hooked the grip from the little finger to the middle finger of the right hand, found the most dense place of the enemy in front of him, closed the left eye, and the right eye focused on the light and passed through the crosshairs, adjusted his breathing, and when the time came, the index finger of the right hand buckled. Shoot a short shot of three or five rounds suddenly, and then open your eyes to judge the effect: the effect is not good, and it is not shot. You can't be distracted yet, and you can shoot again when you see the opportunity; The effect is enough, the shot is suppressed, and you can find another target.

On Zhang Xinyu's left hand side was a four-person combat team led by their 1st platoon squad leader. A ninety-seven rifle with a bayonet on it. After firing five rounds in a row, he took out a bridge clip filled with 7.92 mm pointed step bullets from the cowhide bullet box on his waist. Resting the bridge clip on the open magazine opening, aligning the position, holding the bridge clamp with his left hand, and pressing the thumb of his right hand from top to bottom, 5 bullets entered the magazine in one go, and the bolt was pulled, and he continued to shoot - this is exactly the action that Zhang Xinyu has been repeating in the previous battle.

On Zhang Xinyu's right hand, separated by more than a dozen riflemen, a thick-shaped Type 96 water-cooled heavy machine gun is rapidly spitting out tongues of fire, with 250 rounds of canvas cartridge belts and a sturdy tripod, this kind of big guy can steadily shoot a dozen or even dozens of gorgeous long point shots, sweeping a large area, and can inflict the most lethal blow on the enemy who is lined up in a neat horizontal line and advancing with his chest up. The infantry company does not have a heavy machine gun establishment, usually by the battalion machine gun company is subordinate, this 96 type is no exception, the battalion machine gun company has a total of only 4 heavy machine guns, today the 2 company is divided into 3, Zhang Xinyu said, this means that the position of the 2 company will become the enemy's key offensive area.

Behind him, the platoon's Type 11 50-mm grenadiers and the Company's Type 60-mm mortars were emitting a tinker-like popcorn-like sound one after another, and at a distance of 50 or 60 meters from the depths of the smoke and as close as 50 or 60 meters, the 50 small grenades and 60 small artillery shells exploded one after another, and from time to time there were also one or two groups of 75 field guns or even 105 howitzer ground shells fired from farther in the rear.

The straggler line of the Russian army was blown to pieces by these hail-like explosive bombs, and the infantry bullets that swept in like a torrential rain constantly knocked down the officers and soldiers in the squad, one, two, one, two......

Just now, a large number of Russian troops were polished out of their sharpness, and the soldiers were in twos and threes, or squatting down and moving in little by little with a gun in one hand and one hand on the ground, or simply lying down and crawling forward with a gun in one hand, some of them knelt down and shot indiscriminately, and some hid in the puddle behind the dirt slope and did not move, only to see the angry officer holding the saber and pistol shuttling back and forth in the rain of bullets, pushing left and kicking right, but it was to no avail, few of the Russian soldiers who were frightened by the blazing fire on the opposite side dared to move forward with their chests up, and there was no speed of the charge, It immediately became a unilateral hunt by the Chinese army on the high ground.

Zhang Xinyu was happy to see it, and he was also happy, and before he knew it, he ran out of three drums, and suddenly there was a swishing sound on the trench wall in front of him, and clusters of half-human-high dust pillars flew up a large piece, although Zhang Xinyu reflexively lowered his head, he still ate a mouthful of dust and mud, which caused him to cough fiercely.

Zhang Yu next to him panicked, and came over to touch him: "Old Zhang? Lao Zhang? You- you're fine, are you? ”

Zhang Xinyu slapped him away: "Touch, touch, touch your head!" What about bullets? ”

Zhang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and picked up the live drum that had just been pressed: "Here...... Are you really okay? ”

Zhang Xinyu's eyes were horizontal, and he returned to his brigade commander's momentum for a while: ", this momentum can force Lao Tzu to death?" I've seen a lot of Lao Tzu Yao! It's you kid, take it easy, Mao Zi moved the heavy machine gun to the front, they are all new guys with iron wheel shields, it's not easy to fight-remember, don't keep probing your brain, keep your head down! ”