One after another, the shells smashed fiercely towards the positions of the Sichuan Army as if they did not want money.

"Boom! Rumble! … Rumble! ”

The mortar is much more powerful than the grenadier of the little devil, and the range is longer. In this wood-filled jungle, it is more practical than some large-caliber mountain artillery.

The soldiers of the Sichuan Army had better obeyed Liao Mingyu's orders and entered the trenches in advance to hide, otherwise the casualties would have been heavy.

Even so, occasionally one or two unlucky people were hit directly by shells in the trench pits, and even people with guns were blown up directly.

"Boom" An explosion of dirt poured Liao Mingyu's body.

"Get on your stomach! Get ready! The devils won't charge until the shelling is over. ”

Throwing the steel helmet up to the mud, Liao Mingyu brushed the bolt of the sniper step and loaded the bullet. yelled loudly in all directions.

After a few minutes, the sound of artillery fire gradually subsided and stopped. Almost a squadron of more than 100 devils approached the position of the Sichuan Army!

"All of them, ready for battle! Put the devil into 200 meters and shoot. ”

Liao Mingyu ordered loudly: "Cui Yong! There is only one squadron of little devils, just arrange a machine gun group to shoot. ”

"Lost Dragon! Your group of light machine gunners also held back Lao Tzu, the first wave of devils is just a tentative attack, don't expose all the firepower to Lao Tzu! ”

"Got it!"

"Yes! Head. ”

The two immediately replied.

Now there are about 200 people in the Sichuan Army, and there are three heavy machine guns, four Czechs and two Bren machine guns from the British. There are also a few Taisho 11 types, and the overall firepower of the machine gun is more powerful than that of a reinforced battalion. Not counting the soldiers who were holding the Thomson, it would not be a good thing if the first wave of battle exposed all the firepower.

300 meters, 250 meters...... The devil slowly approached the position of the Sichuan Army.

Liao Mingyu took a deep breath.

A forward-charging devil appeared in his scope. The crosshairs were aimed at his dangling steel helmet.

"Bang!"

A stream of blood shot out of the running little devil's head, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

This gunshot sounded like a signal, and the soldiers of the Sichuan Legion, who had been holding back for a long time, opened fire one after another.

"Dada......!"

"Bang bang bang ......!"

The sound of gunfire, characteristic of the Czech style, rang out over the positions. The soldiers holding Thomson at the front of the position also poured bullets at the little devil.

The little devils in the charge were shot and fell to the ground in an instant, and other little devils shot back. But the momentum of the charge was lost.

"Whoosh... Whoosh"

Bullets flew across the battlefield, and soldiers on both sides continued to fall to the ground with bullets. The wounded soldiers of the Sichuan Regiment were quickly dragged to the rear by their comrades, where veterinarians and Li Erwa and others were giving them simple battlefield first aid.

Liao Mingyu stared intently at the front of the position, and his ring finger pulled the trigger again.

"Bang!"

Hit a little devil again. The 7.7mm bullet shredded half of his face.

Without looking at him again, the thumb and forefinger pulled the bolt of the gun, quickly loaded the bullet, and the ring finger pulled the trigger.

"Bang! …… Boom! …… Boom! ”

Liao Mingyu used the British Lee-Enfield shooting technique, shooting at the little devil one after another, just like a semi-automatic rifle, with his superb marksmanship, he almost shot to death.

The bullets in the "click" magazine were quickly emptied, Liao Mingyu squatted down, took out a handful of bullets and quickly pressed them into the magazine, and raised the gun again to shoot.

This shooting technique was jokingly dubbed the Crazy Minute by British soldiers. It refers to a rapid 30 shots fired in one minute with a Lee Enfield rifle, just like a semi-automatic rifle. Brings a strong sense of oppression to the enemy, worthy of the pinnacle of the tethered rifle's firing speed.

"It's all steady, head down, bullets are enough, just fire at the little devil!"

"Get up! What are you trembling about? Is the gun in your hand a burning stick? ”

"Don't get together! The devil's grenadier will be reimbursed to you all as soon as it is fired! ”

Meng was annoyed and a few veterans were shuttling back and forth in the trenches, stabilizing the line.

The new soldiers have a lot of raw melons and eggs, and the first time they go to the battlefield, they will inevitably be jerky and scared. In order to let them grow up quickly, Liao Mingyu specially arranged for Meng Fu to teach them a few people on the battlefield.

"Dadada!"

The dragon kept shooting in the Czech style, this northeastern man was tall and big, with a good body, and was born to be a machine gunner.

But this guy's accuracy is really not flattering, and he will only keep strafing, and sometimes it takes out one or two devils when he runs out of magazines.

"Click."

Mi Long ran out of a magazine again, and he kicked the bean cake who was lying on the side holding his head: "What are you pretending to be dead, what about the magazine, quickly bring it to Lao Tzu." ”

Seeing that Liao Mingyu shook his head in his heart, it seems that after this battle, he must give this kid a good training.

Whose light machine gun is playing like this, it's a waste of bullets!

In contrast, Cui Yong was much more sophisticated, he held his breath and waited for the opportunity, when the little devil was lying on his stomach and shooting at the Sichuan army, he did not fire immediately, until one of the little devil soldiers Cao commanded the team to start getting up and charging, his fingers instantly clasped on Makqin's trigger.

"Dada...!"

Bullets were sprayed like ink on the crowd of imps charging at them. The Japanese soldiers fell in pieces like wheat cut by a sickle.

How vulnerable the fragile human body is in the face of heavy firepower weapons.

Cui Yong deserves to be called a veteran machine gunner, and when he strafes, he shoots in crowded places, and a string of bullets goes down a large area.

And when the little devil is a skirmisher assault, he will use three to five short bursts of fire, hitting the little devils who charge forward one by one "dancing in the air", he can always pour firepower into the key position on the battlefield at the right time, without wasting any bullets.

Cui Yong ran out of a bullet chain in less than a minute, but his efficiency was much better than that of the dragon, and the long list of shots just now reimbursed at least twenty or thirty devils, half infantry squads!

The devil couldn't stand it, and within a quarter of an hour of the attack, a squadron suffered more than half of the casualties, and before anyone else could make any moves, the squadron leader helplessly commanded the remaining soldiers to begin to retreat. The Chinese people are too strong in firepower!

The devils began to retreat, and the soldiers of the Sichuan Legion would definitely not let go of the opportunity to beat the water dogs, and beat them in their butts, leaving more than 10 corpses behind when the little devils retreated. In the end, he withdrew from the battlefield with less than 30 people

The soldiers of the Sichuan Legion cheered happily, the veterans were fine, and the recruits were so excited that they danced, but they didn't expect the little devil to be so unbeaten, and they were beaten away in three or five strokes.

Liao Mingyu was not surprised at all, using powerful firepower and reasonable arrangements, the little devil did not enter the first 50 meters of the position during the entire attack, and he held a telescope to closely observe the movements of the Japanese on the opposite side. The battle just now was just an appetizer.

"Herald, report casualties!"

"Report to the group! 12 people were killed in the battle, 4 were slightly wounded, 3 were seriously wounded, and the lightly wounded did not affect the battle!. Meng was annoyed and immediately ran over and replied.

A total of 19 casualties were acceptable, Liao Mingyu thought to himself. You must know which army in the Chinese Xia Dynasty can fight with the Japanese on the frontal battlefield to achieve a battle loss ratio of 2:1, which can already be regarded as the elite of the elite.

"Let the brothers check the equipment and regroup their positions." Liao Mingyu instructed him: "Is the situation of the recruits okay?" ”

"Yes, Tuanza! Hehe, those raw melons and eggs were about to pee just now, like a big quail, pouting their butts and lying there. But after this victory, they all dared to shoot, and practiced slowly. Meng was annoyed and joking.

"Dog's annoyance, say don't you, you weren't the same before?" He said as he ran over and quipped.

"Okay, stop haha, hurry up, the next wave of devils won't be too long." Liao Mingyu interrupted their frolic.

"Cui Yong, your machine gun position has to be shifted, you just fought so hard, the little devil will definitely remember you. Don't be killed by the little devils! ”

The real battle is just around the corner......