On the position of the artillery battalion of the special service regiment.

The infantry of the little devils had already begun to rush up the hillside, firing their guns and suppressing them, while preparing to find their bayonets for a white-knuckle battle.

And yet, in the next second!

At the front of the artillery battalion of the special service regiment, thirty or forty tongues of fire suddenly appeared-

"Aggressive ......"

"Dada...... Dadada......"

The Type 92 heavy machine gun and the Maxim heavy machine gun sang cheerfully, and swept the group of little devils who rushed the fastest to the ground on the spot.

Most of them died on the spot, and only a few who were not completely dead lay on the ground screaming:

"Ahh

"Medic, help me—"

"Help, my leg is broken!"

……

"Yaga!

How could there be so many heavy machine guns on the dirt road???

Comparable to a wing of my locust army? ”

Ryutaro Takagi exclaimed loudly, his face was very ugly!

Yosuke Tanida immediately shouted:

"Your Excellency, Wing Commander, hurry up and think of a way, with so many heavy machine guns, it is impossible for my locust warriors to rush over!"

When Ryutaro Takagi heard this, he roared:

"Yaga!

Are you shaking the morale of the military?

How can a mere heavy machine gun stop my locust warriors?

Hurry up and order them to keep going!

With our brave heavy machine gunners and grenadiers in cover, they will be able to capture the position of the Dirt Eighth Road! ”

However, before he could finish speaking, he saw that several mountain guns arranged by the artillery battalion in the farthest part suddenly turned the muzzle, adjusted the angle, and fired at these little devils-

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

Dense shells fell, and the heavy machine gun fire points of the little devils were blown to pieces.

Machine gunner, ammunition man, crying dad and mother, so miserable!

……

Seeing this situation, Ryutaro Takagi suddenly stood on the spot and muttered:

"Yaga!

How dare they???

With such a close distance, aren't they afraid of blowing up their own people??! ”

If the soldiers of the artillery battalion knew the doubts of this guy, they would probably reply on the spot: What is it to bomb your own people?

If necessary, I'm willing to shout - shoot at me!!

……

In the era of cold weapons, the decisive charge of a dense queue can often make the opponent frightened, and the results are extremely obvious.

But since the advent of the Maxim machine gun, this charging method has not had much effect except for delivering food to people.

It's just a pity that the pig brains of the little devils obviously don't clearly understand this, so their mainstream infantry tactics are still pig charges!

Even if this tactic has been beaten by Da Mao in Normenhan, and his parents don't recognize it, they haven't learned a little lesson!

After all, in the past battles with our army, due to the backward equipment and lack of ammunition in various units of our army, there was really no good way to face their tactics.

Often suffer heavy losses and suffer a big loss.

So now, in the face of more than 30 heavy machine guns in the artillery battalion, spewing tongues of fire, the little devil's pig-brained grassroots officers, without the slightest hesitation, instinctively ordered the soldiers under their command to launch a pig charge-

"Your Majesty the Locust is onboard!"

"Onboard!"

"Onboard!"

……

After the little devils emptied the bullets of the rifles in their hands, they decisively loaded their bayonets, and then rushed up with a howl, completely ignoring the fact that their colleagues in front of them had been beaten into a sieve by heavy machine gun bullets one by one!

"Onboard! Onboard! The roar resounded in the sky.

A murderous aura that shook the sky!

Seeing the little devils charging so frantically, the soldiers of the special service group in the trenches were also a little stunned.

Everyone thinks: Good guy, this little devil raised by a son of a bitch is really fucking brave and daring!

It's just that the brain is not very good, and I don't know how to take a zigzag route to dodge the strafing of heavy machine guns!

Although they muttered in their hearts, in the face of the little devils, the warriors would not be merciful!

Roaring:

"Little devil of dog day, rush up and die!

Grandpa is sending you back to your hometown! ”

The trigger in his hand was pulled faster, and the plates and bullets were quickly consumed.

Smoke rose from the barrel of the Makqin heavy machine gun, and the ammunition men next to him hurriedly took out the water bottle and poured water on it, making a cloud of hot gas.

And the shells kept rolling down, and soon a hill was piled up!

……

I have to admit that this group of little devil soldiers is still quite elite!

They braved the frenzied strafing of more than 30 heavy machine guns, and after paying huge casualties, one or two hundred people still rushed to the position of the artillery battalion.

Then he laughed wildly:

"Despicable dirt eight roads, take your life!

Dead, dead, drip! ”

While stabbing at the heavy machine gunners who were lying on the ground and firing with their shiny bayonets!

In their opinion, these dirt roads are stupid, they don't dodge or dodge, lying there motionless!

It's a lamb to the slaughter!

It's just that what they didn't expect was that at the moment when the bayonet was approaching, those ammunition men who were originally supplying ammunition to the heavy machine guns suddenly took out a twenty-shot box gun from their waists, and then pulled the trigger on them who were close at hand-

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

Dense gunfire rang out, and these little devils who were lucky enough to rush to the position of the artillery battalion fell to the ground, their bodies were beaten into a sieve, and blood gushed out like a fountain, and they died no more.

Ryutaro Takagi in the distance saw such a scene with a telescope, and immediately screamed:

"Yaga! How can the dirt eight roads be equipped with so many pistols?? ”

"Your Excellency, their pistols are still not jamming!

Ten or a hundred times stronger than my locust army!

It seems, it seems to be a repeating Mauser pistol! ”

Next to him, Yosuke Tanida stabbed him in the heart again.

But at this time, he was in no mood to fight back, seeing that Tubalu was so ferocious and his warriors suffered heavy casualties, he could only order loudly:

"Hurry up, drip, turn in! Turn in!

Give up the offense! ”

Hearing his order, the original fighting intent of the little devils who charged in front of them to die disappeared in an instant, and everyone was a little panicked in their hearts.

Immediately, he no longer dared to fight with the soldiers of the special service group, so he turned around and ran away.

It's faster than a rabbit!

I'm afraid that I will run slower than my comrades-in-arms.

After all, little devils are also human beings, how can anyone who is not afraid of death?

……

On the artillery battalion position of the special service regiment, Gao Yuanzhi was relieved when he saw that the little devil had retreated.

Just now, when he saw the little devil almost rush into the trench, he was almost so frightened that his heart jumped out of his heart.

If the little devils snatch the machine guns from the heavy machine gun positions and turn the muzzles, then the fighters of the artillery battalion and the guard company will suffer heavy losses!

Fortunately, in the end, the twenty-shot box cannon in the hands of the soldiers was powerful, and the chain was not dropped.

Seeing that the little devils had fled on all fronts, he immediately ordered the mountain guns that had turned their muzzles:

"Extend the firepower, blow up those bitches for me!"

The gunners listened to the order, immediately adjusted the shelling of Zhuyuan, and began to chase the three or four hundred little devils who had escaped.

They screamed as they ran, blood and limbs flew sideways, it was terrible!

And Wang Ye rushed out of the trench with the soldiers of the guard company, chased the little devil and killed him, and harvested dozens of heads before he withdrew breathlessly.

……

(End of chapter)