under fire

The sky is high, the clouds are light, and the wind is clear.

The two ballistic trajectories formed by the firing of the Czech light machine gun that had just appeared were moving rapidly.

One goes from right to left, and the other goes from left to right.

Then, more than ten figures emerged from the ditch, firing rapidly with Mauser pistols in holsters on their shoulders.

The dozen or so puppet soldiers who were almost rushing to the canal had never seen such a scene before!

Before he subconsciously tried to lie down, he was hit by several bullets and fell on the last few meters of the charge.

The dense firepower did not give them any time to react.

The Japanese second lieutenant lying on the road was dumbfounded.

I never dreamed that the firepower of the anti-Japanese elements in a small canal would be so fierce.

Before he could come to his senses.

After those despicable ambushers ran out of bullets in their Mauser pistols, they pulled out more than a dozen rifles.

Bang bang bang.

The target was concentrated on the machine gun battery hastily set up on the road and firing at them.

Occasionally, someone was caught by a machine gun and lay crouching on the edge of the ditch.

Boo hoo hoo.

when.

A bullet pierced the helmet of the machine gunner on top of the car.

His neck tilted and his head drooped.

The Japanese second lieutenant suppressed his shock and regained some composure.

A brief summary of the idea: the enemy used fake mines to lure us in, then detonated the explosive packs on the roadside, and now they are shooting us from a distance with rifles.

The opponent's tactics were good, but their manpower was clearly insufficient.

In the face of absolute strength, no matter how good the tactics are, they are nothing but rubbish!

Thinking of this, he immediately ordered: "Grenade launcher, destroy the enemy's firepower"

"Reorganize the machine gun fire."

"All of you go to the west side of the highway and use the roadbed as cover to attack"

"The first squad is assembled, the grenade launcher shooting is finished, and the charge against the enemy is launched immediately."

How could the invincible Imperial Army give up its attack just because there were sorghum stubbles in the fields?

In the ditch.

Two magazines with more than 40 bullets were all fired in almost one minute.

The observer shouted loudly: "The Japanese grenade launcher was found!"

After firing the second magazine of twenty bullets, Dirty Face suddenly retracted his head, quickly took the magazine full of bullets and loaded it into the machine gun.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Boom, boom, boom.

Boom boom boom.

More than two hundred rifles and five reorganized light machine guns opened fire.

Then, three grenades whizzed in.

The explosion picked up the dirt and gravel from the ditch above his head, which crashed down onto his military cap.

The Japanese grenade launcher officially debuted.

The light machine gun group followed closely with suppression.

The bullets whizzed as they hit the edge of the ditch and pierced into the soil with a hissing sound.

Splashing clouds of dust

The observer shrank back into the ditch and died in the first hail of bullets from the Japanese machine guns. Half of his head was blown off, and he had no chance to observe again.

"Move north!" The dirty face curled up in the ditch shouted in the smoke: "Escape."

The Japanese puppet army had a large number of troops and strong firepower. Three Type 99 light rifles, three Czech-style rifles, and more than 200 rifles all opened fire at almost the same time.

The density of firepower was so terrifying that the people in the ditch didn't even dare to show their heads.

The ditch was so shallow that I couldn't even stand up straight.

Fortunately, none of the grenades fired by the Japanese grenade launchers fell accurately into the ditch.

The people in the ditch formed a line like ants and crawled northward.

There is no need to worry about being hit by bullets from the Japanese and puppet troops.

The light machine gun carried diagonally on the back kept shaking from side to side due to the bumps.

The nine soldiers under his command followed closely, panting heavily.

After crawling nearly fifty meters in the ditch, Dirty Face finally stopped moving: "Stop running! Don't show your heads."

"Sergeant, another group of puppet soldiers is coming."

"Don't worry about them. Now it's time to watch the Yang guys perform."

"The puppet army on the road is paying attention to us. Why haven't they taken action yet?"

"Crazy Yang and his men are hiding in an open field with only one platoon of soldiers. If the enemy launches a counterattack, they won't be able to withstand it."

"You know nothing. Crazy Yang is waiting for the enemy's grenade launchers to finish their current attack before taking action."

A squad of Japanese soldiers were crouching down, preparing for a charge.

West side of the highway.

Fifty meters away in the open field, a clump of grass slowly rose.

Then he showed a pair of excited eyes as big as copper bells.

In front of him, a strong rope quickly emerged from the ground. The rope, covered by shallow soil, quickly tightened and soon extended to the side of the road.

Boom boom boom.

Lying on the ground behind the puppet troops on the west side of the road, a long column of smoke suddenly rose up.

This is the real killer.

Countless shrapnel completed their tearing mission in just one or two seconds.

As for how many bodies are lucky enough not to be penetrated or torn in vital parts, that is the mission that subsequent bullets will have to accomplish.

A voice rang out in the open field: "Get out!"

The flat ground suddenly bulged and dozens of heads popped out.

They moved in unison, shaking off the dirt on their heads.

They placed their backpacks in front of each of them in an orderly manner.

Then he placed the rifle on the backpack.

Crazy Yang looked through the Czech sight and pointed the muzzle of the machine gun at the blurry figure of the Japs in the smoke and fog.

"beat!"

Da da da…

Bang bang bang.

The bullets are whistling, all in the same direction, whistling eastward in the smoke

The overwhelming rain of bullets flew towards the backs of the Japanese and puppet troops who had been fighting vigorously to the east just a few seconds ago.

The dirty face on the east side is the bait.

It was the cicada that provoked the mantis.

The puppet soldiers on the road are naturally mantises.

Crazy Yang hiding in the field in the west is the oriole.

The mines were buried in the ground on the west side, as if they had calculated that the Japanese and puppet troops would lie on the west side of the road.

Perhaps, this is not calculation at all, but years of battlefield experience.

The sound of the incessant shooting was extremely loud and intense.

The sounds of gunfire from Type 99 light machine guns, Czech machine guns, and rifles were mixed together, and the battle became completely one-sided.

Collapse usually results from huge disparity in troop strength, insufficient weapons and equipment, and disparity in strength.

It may also be because the opponent suddenly launches a surprise attack and catches you off guard.

The main reason why the Japanese were not easy to collapse was because they had a strong fighting will.

But this time I met some stupid teammates.

The area was covered in smoke and mud after a landmine explosion.

The puppet army, whose combat effectiveness was already poor, had never experienced such a bloody battlefield.

Everywhere there were the screams and groans of companions, and the whistling of bullets.

Adrenaline rush

Every figure he saw seemed to be an enemy. When he saw a figure approaching him, he opened fire subconsciously.

The Japanese lieutenant never dreamed that he was just trying to shout and organize defense, but the Imperial Army next to him actually opened fire on him.

Bullets are not blown by the wind.

It is not possible for a machine gun to fire indefinitely.

Madman Yang threw the butt of his light machine gun on the ground, pulled out his side-firing Mauser pistol, put the handle of the pistol into the holster, clicked it in place with a click, and then yelled, "Pistol Team!"

The revolver on his shoulder began to fire.

The sound of gunfire made the puppet soldiers' scalps tingle.

The smoke not only blocks the vision, but also gets into the eyes and irritates the eyeballs.

It would be foolish to engage the Eighth Route Army in close range in this situation.

After a very short burst of shooting, more than thirty people rushed towards the smoke fifty meters away.

“Surrender your guns and you will not be killed”

Finally heard the good news from God

This time it was truly the Eighth Route Army that ambushed him!

They were well-trained and lay on the ground with their guns raised to their heads.

I kept imagining how nice it would be if I were an earthworm.

The puppet troops on the north and south sides of the highway were indeed luckier.

There were no fatal attacks.

Those in the south ran back directly, while the puppet army squad in the north that was originally leading the team had not suffered much loss until now.

There was smoke behind me, and in the distance to the north, a team seemed to appear.

To the east, the Eighth Route Army, who were forced to flee northward along the ditch, again sent out more than ten rifles.

I have just seen their shooting skills. If I run away, I will probably become a target.

The pseudo platoon leader lying on the side of the road took a look at the pseudo squad leader.

The puppet squad leader winked at the puppet soldiers next to him.

The three surviving Japanese engineers looked at the black muzzles of the guns pointed at them and were horrified: "Damn it!"

Turn against.

How big of a deal is this for the puppet soldiers?

Bang, bang, bang. (End of this chapter)