Wang Dahai was very moved by the sudden trust, although it was not the first time he had contact with the Eighth Route Army, but the charm of this army was always moving.

After receiving the machine gun and magazine handed over by Wei Dayong, he asked with some curiosity:

"Why are you calling me to cover up! There are so many people in your regiment, don't you have a suitable machine gunner? ”

After hearing this, Li Yunlong turned his head and looked at the other party seriously, his wrinkled eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"We've not been in contact for a long time, but you're not like a regular preserved soldier. I can see that you care about the safety of every soldier, which is excellent and rare in my opinion. ”

"As for the reason for giving you this machine gun, it's also very simple, don't you want to avenge those dead fighters?"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Dahai's eyes were red and panting, and he even had an urge to throw his head and spill blood for the person in front of him.

However, considering that there are still many outsiders around him, he has to force down this sudden emotion. He used the preparation before the shot to hide his inner turmoil.

"Good! As an official, you really have a good eye! He is worthy of being the commander of the elite unit of the Eighth Route Army! As long as I don't get killed, I'll definitely complete the task you gave me! ”

"The devil on the other side is almost out of bullets, how are you going to fight? How should my people cooperate with you? ”

After a short exchange, Wang Dahai already knew that the other party would not let his regiment be cannon fodder. At this moment, he had already recognized the Eighth Route Army in front of him in his heart.

I don't blame him for his previous caution, after all, he was born in the Sichuan army, and he has seen too many things. As I said to the recruits in the regiment before, everything is for the sake of living.

The devil's lack of ammunition was known to Li Yunlong before the war. After all, the other party's gunfire was sparse, and it was obvious that there was a big problem with the ammunition backup.

Otherwise, the elite of the 500 Japanese army would not be able to eat a single replenishment regiment.

At the moment, the only threats to their Marine Regiment are grenadiers and light machine guns. However, the mountain people have their own clever plans, and this little thing is not difficult for the elite troops.

"Kiko! Take your people and give me the firepower to stare at the devil! I have only one request for you! That is to choke all the devils to death in the dung pit! ”

"The rest of you are ready to rush with me! Quick! The devils of the province also have support! ”

Although he didn't know the specific location of Wang Xikui, Li Yunlong knew that as long as he shouted, his sniper would definitely complete the task he assigned well.

And the decision to charge is not reckless, and when dealing with an enemy who doesn't even have many bullets, what reason is there not to press on them and destroy them?

You can't just stare at it like this, the 1st Marine Regiment has follow-up tasks, and you can't afford to delay too much time here.

As soon as the words fell, the vast majority of the soldiers in the regiment launched a charge.

In this process, there is no loud charge. The fighters barely screamed, and all communication was carried out by gestures and short passwords.

"I didn't say hello, I rushed up!"

Seeing that the reinforcements suddenly attacked, Wang Dahai hurriedly grabbed a steel helmet and put it on his head.

He then maneuvered the newly arrived French light machine gun and fired a short burst to suppress all enemies who tried to show their heads.

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Half a minute ago, on the joint defense line of the 1st Marine Regiment of the 21st Regiment, Wang Xikui moved his neck and fingers.

Although he is Li Yunlong's old subordinate, he is still the one who was redeemed from the new regiment by his own regiment leader.

But during the selection of parachute troops, Lao Li did not open the back door to anyone, and everything depended on his ability.

As an old comrade who is nearly forty years old, he has a big gap between him and the young lads in terms of physical strength.

Fortunately, Wang Xikui not only has rich combat experience, but also has many years of Orion career. With his top skills and style, he was able to pass the rigorous selection.

Since the logistics department of the Eighth Route Army has made rapid progress in technology, the soldiers have carried more bullets per capita than devils.

During the Battle of the Hundred Regiments, Wang Xikui killed more than 50 enemies with a Mosin Nagant, which was more than a machine gunner and artilleryman.

Even in a duel with an enemy sniper, he took out two devils armed with a Type 97 sniper rifle. The 2.5x optical sight he now uses was captured in that battle.

As for the reason for using Mosin Nagant, it is very simple, although the Ma36 is a good gun, but unfortunately it is not suitable for snipers without insurance, and it will be too deadly in case of misfire.

Because of his excellent marksmanship and strong concealment ability, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang granted him the right to act at will.

Wang Xikui can freely choose his position during the battle, and the regiment has only one requirement for this veteran, that is, he must respond in time when the team needs him.

There are fifteen masters like this.

At this time, Wang Xikui's location was at a commanding height in the mountains and forests. In terms of his marksmanship, as long as the frontal battlefield can hold back the devil, he can name the enemy one by one.

"Kiko! Take your people and give me the firepower to stare at the devil! “

The moment he received the order, such an expressionless veteran pulled the trigger.

Syllable!

The sound of the gunfire was so crisp that it sounded like drops of water hitting the slate.

Gunshots rang out on the battlefield that was originally quite quiet, and the devils, who were on the inferior side, immediately entered the battle state.

At first, the devils thought it was a deadly empty gun. But the five soldiers who operated the grenadiers fell to the ground in unison, making them realize that the enemy was not simple.

The five bullets burrowed into the beast's head, and the steel helmet was no different from the ornament, and it did not serve any protective effect at all.

Those who died under the guns of Mosin Nagant had a common trait: a hole was cut in their foreheads and red and white liquid flowed to the ground.

The devils of the Air Assault Team were worthy of being the elite of the North China Front, and in the face of the charging Marine Regiment, all the surviving soldiers were quickly divided into two waves.

Those who have bullets try all means to stop the enemy, and those who don't have bullets use their lives to test the opponent's fire point and the position of the sniper.

Seeing the enemy's stubborn resistance, Wang Xikui pulled the bolt to reload. The whole set of movements is very silky, and it is pleasing to the eye.

Syllable!

Another shot was fired, and some of the devils trying to pick up grenadiers and grenades fell to the ground.

Compared to the dead ghost ex, he ended up better, and the bullet only hit him in the abdomen.

The devil's expression was very hideous, as if the back molars had been crushed. Even though blood kept pouring out of the wound, he couldn't hold back his screams.

Wang Xikui did not replenish the gun, but chose to wait for a while, which is one of his favorite tricks.

Whenever conditions allow, he chooses to knock out one of the lucky winners. Use tricky marksmanship to make the target hit ineffective and not lethal.

The next thing to do is to wait quietly for the rest of the devils to help, and then take out the enemies who rush to help.

To put it bluntly, it is to take advantage of the comradeship of normal soldiers, and what is played is the hearts of the people.

Sun Ergou, who was secretly studying not far away, was a little confused, he was also a sniper, but because he had not been in the army for a long time, he didn't know much about these twists and turns.

"Why don't you replenish the gun, isn't that devil still dead?"

Wang Xikui didn't answer directly, he just showed a wicked smile and said, "What's the hurry? Let the bullets fly for a while. ”

After a while, the bait was hooked.

After waiting for a while, the two devils made up their minds to gamble, whether it was support weapons and comrades, it was very important. Without determining the location of the enemy's blockers, they rashly attacked and prepared to rescue people and take artillery together.

Syllable!

In the third shot, Xiao Ri was shot in the knee and fell straight on his companion's body.

Syllable!

In the fourth shot, the lobe of the supporting devil was pierced. He fell above the grenadier, blood constantly spurting out of his mouth.

Because he couldn't breathe, he painfully slammed his hands into the ground, and the whole person was in a state of not being able to live and not being alive.

Such a slaughterhouse made the nearby devils widen their eyes in fear.

Syllable!

In the fifth shot, a devil squad leader was shot in the head. More than a dozen soldiers lost their commanders, and their combat capability plummeted.

After emptying the magazine, Wang Xikui took out a magazine and quickly reloaded. In the process, he patiently explained his behavior to Sun Ergou not far away.

"My mission is to kill all the enemy's firepower points. Snipers must not only be accurate, but also play with people's hearts. Do you dare to pick up that grenadier when you see a group of comrades crying wolf? ”

"Devils are not easy to kill, they react quickly and have a strong sense of combat. If I don't use some means, I may be entangled by enemies who come forward to do so. ”

"You're a sniper too, so remember one thing. If you don't have my ability to be hidden, remember to change positions as often as you can, and never stay in just one place. ”

Looking at the Eighth Route Army covered with branches and leaves, Sun Ergou also learned from the other party's appearance and hid himself in a bush. Then he picked up the middle official in his hand and joined the team of hunting devils.

It's just that his marksmanship is not so accurate, and the position of more than 400 meters is already the limit.

"Hey, if only I could join the Eighth Route Army. Everyone in this team gave me a feeling of being a regimental leader. ”

The gunshots continued to sound one after another, and the devils fell one after another.

In the past, the Taisho 11 light machine gun and tactical core grenadier canisters, which were very "reliable", have become a life-threatening talisman that devils can't avoid.

Everyone knows one thing, there are several perverts who are staring at these weapons. Once someone dares to step forward, those comrades-in-arms who can't survive and can't die will be their end.

After completing the task assigned to him by his own regiment commander, Wang Xikui reloaded. Looking at the somewhat old Mosin Nagant, he couldn't help but mutter.

"Hey, I really want a special sniper rifle. I've heard that the Mas36 also has a 10-round version with a flame suppressor and an exclusive scope, but I don't know when it will be available. ”

"This water is good for everything, but it's a little troublesome."

Compared to the Ma36, the Mosin Nagant has a longer effective range and is slightly more accurate.

However, due to the fact that the troops are now fully equipped with French-style weapons, this means that the 7.62mm bullets can only be brought by snipers themselves.

Although Wang Xikui participated in the parachute mission for the first time, he had only experienced one battle. But he has realized one thing, and that is that there may not be enough bullets.

Although the preserved fruit troops had some Soviet-style weapons, it was better to ask for others than for themselves.

"It seems that after I go back this time, I have to ask the head of the regiment to help write a letter to Director Huang. Even the devils have special sniper rifles, and if our Eighth Route Army doesn't have it, it's too bad! ”

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Boom Boom!

In the unique whistling sound of 50 and 60 people, the cannons kept falling in the mountains and forests where the devils were. The explosion not only kicked up a large amount of dirt, but also harvested a lot of enemy lives.

At first, Koseki Takahei was quite happy to see the enemy who looked like the Eighth Route Army rushing out of the position.

This devil Dazuo has already knocked high, and all that is left in his mind is loyalty to the locust and Okamura Ninji.

When you know that you are powerless, it is best to engage in hand-to-hand combat or hand-to-hand combat.

After all, their subordinates are the elite of the North China Front, and they think that they are invincible in white-knuckle warfare, and there is no army in the entire Republic of China that is a united enemy.

The enemy is willing to take the initiative to close the distance, and naturally accompany him to the end.

What's more, you still have grenadiers and light machine guns on your side, and it's a good thing to pull a little more back before you die.

But soon Koseki Takahei found that something was wrong, and the enemy army on the opposite side was very evil. Not only is the firepower ferocious, but it also has a whole bunch of snipers.

The few grenadiers and light machine guns, which simply did not have a chance to fire. Even soldiers with bullets have become the first targets to be killed.

The other side has almost no casualties, and more than half of his air force has been killed or wounded, how can this be fought!

As a big Zuo, Koseki Takahei did not study the Eighth Route Army. Knowing that the other party had a pedantic policy, he gave orders to the soldiers who were still alive nearby.

"Everyone! Take the initiative to get out of cover! The Eighth Route Army treats prisoners preferentially, and we close the distance and strive to enter the white-knuckle battle! ”

"There are no bayonets! Even if it's biting with your teeth! Make a great impression on your enemies too! Warriors of the younger country! The time has come to be loyal to His Majesty the Locust! ”

After receiving the order, the devils of the air support team all raised their weapons in their hands.

They walked out of their bunkers without hurry, in the style of Gallic chicken soldiers.

But all the little days did not expect that they would be greeted by hundreds of submachine guns and rifles full of bullets.

Looking at the muzzle of the black hole, the faces of all the members of the air team changed. They looked at their commander in amazement, as if they were asking what was going on, this script was not quite right!

As the backbone of the troops, Koseki Takahei took a deep breath and stepped forward. He rushed in the direction of the landing regiment and said in broken Chinese:

"Your army has always treated prisoners preferentially, has it changed now?"

"I surrender on behalf of our air support team, hoping to be properly treated."

No one answered Koseki Takahei's question, and the soldiers of the 1st Marine Regiment did not hesitate to pull the trigger of the guns in their hands.

Dada!

The high-velocity Mas38 sounded like fried beans, and the sweep was over at a distance of less than a hundred meters. What's more, the enemy stood very densely, as if he was afraid that the soldiers would not be able to hit accurately.

A metal storm of bullets hit Xiao Ri's body, and blood mist flew all over the sky, like a broadsword mine exploding in the crowd. The devil is like wheat encountering a sharp sickle, and he is quickly killed and wounded.

Koseki Takahei's face no longer has the confidence he had before, after all, it is difficult to find a complete corpse in a pile of warheads.

"Alright! Save some bullets! We don't know how long we're going to stay in this hellish place, and all kinds of bullets don't work with preserved fruits, so it's hard to replenish them when the time comes. ”

"Quickly clean up the battlefield and look for valuable loot. Next, let's live a bittersweet day! ”

When Wang Dahai saw the signs of white-knuckle fighting, he immediately led his men to support the center of the battlefield.

When he saw the devil being killed by one side, the veteran of the Sichuan Army was stunned. The current situation is not the same as the Eighth Route Army in his memory, isn't it preferential treatment for prisoners?

"Commander Li, is it because it is inconvenient for you to receive prisoners? Then you can leave it to our group! ”

"It's not that I want to take credit, I'm thinking about pressing them back to the 43rd Army and seeing if I can interrogate any useful information."

"After all, now that the front line is tight, maybe any news can open the deadlock."

For Wang Dahai, Grand Master Li still admires it very much. While pulling out an adjutant knife from the pile of corpses, he patiently explained to the other party:

"This little devil dog jumped over the wall in a hurry, trying to deceive him. The purpose is to follow up the distance and fight with me. ”

Speaking of this, Lao Li spit on the ground, and then said with some pleasure:

"I'm allowed to speak Chinese, I really think there are no comrades in the Lao Tzu group who understand Japanese. Just your loud voice, we heard it from a hundred meters away. ”

"Loud conspiracies? Something without a brain, I really don't know how you became a big sa. ”

The 1st Marine Regiment is a unit directly under the General Headquarters and the treasure of the whole army. In order to deal with all kinds of unexpected situations, the deputy general staff was heartbroken.

After all, there are not many fighters who know Japanese and can pass the selection, and even this one on the scene is only a second sword.

But it was enough, and hundreds of devils were killed in the first war. With a mind to calculate without a heart, a great contribution has been made properly!

The information revealed by Xiaoguan Longping before his death was very interesting, and the word air force made Li Yunlong realize something. The devils who have just been wiped out by them are likely to be troops of the same nature as them.

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Compared with the military powers of Europe, the parachute troops of the Eighth Route Army were established somewhat late. It is not even mature enough in a sense, after all, the Battle of Nakajo Mountain was the first actual battle.

The 1st Marine Regiment missed out on the honor of competing for the world's first parachute operation, nor did it win the title of the world's first large-scale parachute operation.

But today's battle with the devil's air team won the title of the world's first paratrooper duel.

This title, which originally belonged to Santokuko and Chouguo, did not happen until the Allied landings in Normandy in 1944.

Although the paratroopers of the Japanese army are the worst in the world at this point in time. But this battle really happened, and it was a case that was enough to be used in military textbooks.

There will be a chapter of five thousand today.

For the sake of me staying up so late, I don't blame myself for being late.

(End of chapter)