under fire

The meaning of "a trapped beast will still fight" is that the beast will burst into crazy fighting spirit after being surrounded.

If there are only one or two trained puppet soldiers, they will most likely try their best to escape at this time.

But now there were more than a hundred people crowded together, and the noise was so loud that I didn't have the courage to run away.
It is true that one person is a dragon, but a group of people are a swarm of insects.

The sound of gunfire continued to hit the eardrum.

Captain Li threw the Czech light machine gun to the machine gunner, then he lay on the ground and picked his ears before asking the communicator who came over: "What did you say just now?"

"Attack the Ninth Battalion of the Japanese puppet army. This is the battle plan that Battalion Commander Hu gave to you." The communicator shouted loudly and handed over a piece of paper.

Click, a flashlight turned on, and Captain Li looked at the few words on the map that had been drawn with just a few strokes to write the plan. His frown quickly relaxed: "Fuck, this is really a big deal."

He didn't care about the bullets whizzing past his head.

Then he gave the communicator a new combat order: "Order, the first row continues to fire westward, lowers the muzzle, and slows down the firing frequency. You go and tell the second and third rows to break away immediately and outflank from both wings. Don't be too fast."

The puppet troops were suppressed in the darkness, so there was no need to worry that they would dare to stand up and escape.

Seeing his second and third platoons leaving their positions and heading to the wings, Captain Li issued a new order: "Grenade launchers, prepare flares!"

After waiting for two minutes, Captain Li gave the order without hesitation: "Fire the flares!"

Tom.
The flare that rushed out of the grenade launcher reached the highest point, suddenly flashed a pale and dazzling light, and then was slowly pulled down by the parachute.

After fighting the Japanese for many years on the plains, Captain Li finally used his most powerful weapon.

The main battalion fired westward and its position was now clear.

The purpose of firing flares is simple: the puppet troops will be completely exposed under our noses, and at the same time it will be easier for the 9th Battalion to pursue and encircle them.

The soldiers of the main battalion who were left behind to suppress the escape of the puppet army stared into the darkness for a long time, and had used up more than half of their bullets before finally getting the chance to aim and shoot.

The figures of puppet soldiers are everywhere!

There is no need to give any orders, your eyes will naturally follow the front sight and start looking for the target.

Bang bang bang.
The rifle fire began to pick up a rhythm.

The puppet soldiers who were lying on the ground and firing back indiscriminately were shot one after another and fell to the ground in the open field, twitching.

The average rate of fire from the east slowed down, and the suppressed puppet troops dared not raise their heads even more.

The pseudo-battalion commander was heartbroken and regretful.

He regretted not rushing to the two wings as soon as the gun was fired. He was sure that even now, the Eighth Route Army that was flanking the two wings had definitely not arrived yet.

The purpose of the Eighth Route Army firing flares was definitely to keep themselves in the open area and wait for the two wings to complete the encirclement.

Unable to wait any longer, he fired three shots from the pistol in his hand and fiercely ordered the pseudo-company commander next to him: "You lead your men to break out to the north immediately. I'll be on your left and you'll be on your right! Now! You must break out!"

"Yes!" Few people holding guns these days are good people. Being a soldier is like licking blood on the edge of a knife. If the pseudo-company commander was captured by the Eighth Route Army for the dirty things he had done over the years, he would probably be shot eight hundred times.

Therefore, he could not be taken prisoner like the men under him.

After being trained by the Imperial Army instructors, the pseudo-company commander actually had some skills. He listened carefully to the roar of the light machine guns in the east and counted silently in his mind.

By the time the magazine of the machine gun on the north had almost twenty rounds of bullets left.

Just then, pale flares fell from the sky.
The pseudo-company commander immediately waved his arms and shouted loudly: "Brothers, listen up, break out to the north, break out to the north!"

The ambushing Eighth Route Army was on the east side. He was now in the middle of the team, at least 150 meters away from the Eighth Route Army that was shooting from the east.

It takes time to change the magazine of the Eighth Route Army machine gun, and the firing frequency of the rifle is not high. He believes that even if he runs sideways in the rain of bullets, there is at least a 90% chance that he will not be unlucky enough to be hit by a bullet.

Confidence could be heard in the pseudo-company commander's voice, and the puppet soldiers lying on the ground also began to obey his orders.

When one person ran, a second one would follow. Perhaps because they realized that their running brothers were not hit by bullets, more puppet soldiers began to get up from the ground and run north.

Captain Li was a little dumbfounded. The first flare he fired pointed out the target location to the soldiers, but the second flare did not light up the sky?
The observer lying next to Captain Li was less than fifty meters away from the nearest puppet army and immediately realized that something was wrong on the other side. "Tell the captain, the puppet army is running to the north!"

The lighting did not light up as expected, and the light machine gun stopped firing. Captain Li quickly yelled: "Machine gun! Fire hard! Grenade launcher, fire another flare!"

Da da da.
The sound of light machine gun fire suddenly started a new round of noise, and bullets whistled from east to west again.

"Battalion commander, our company was only allocated two flares." "Report, we are running out of bullets."

Captain Li then remembered that there were only four flares in the entire battalion!

I only brought one with me.
We had to give up the idea of ​​continuing to fire flares.

The puppet troops actually dared to run away, and at this time they were short of ammunition.

Captain Li was so angry that he almost vomited blood: "Everyone, charge forward and fight with bayonets!"

The night sky turned dark again.

There was a bright moon shining in his eyes, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

From the sound, the whistling sound of bullets shot from the east and whizzing overhead seemed to become sparse.
The pseudo-company commander quickly got up and ran north, and was keenly aware that the Eighth Route Army was short of ammunition.

At this time, breaking out to the east is the best option!

But the team was already running north, and the guard squad leader yelled orders, but he fell behind, and it seemed that no one could hear him. He felt a little regretful that he should run in the front, so that he could adjust the direction of the team's breakout.
Still count the ball.

"Take the injured Taijun and two wounded soldiers away!" In the whistling rain of bullets, the pseudo-battalion commander did not forget to leave a way out for himself.
Liu Yuanqing held a rifle and looked towards the southeast, where he saw flashes of gunfire in the distance. He soon discovered that the puppet troops were running north.

He was a little confused. Captain Li, who rushed over to block the puppet army's way after hearing the gunshots, had very poor fighting ability.

In his eyes, as someone who came from the gendarmerie, the division's main force was no different from beggars!
However, the puppet troops, who had the advantage in numbers and weapons, simply fled and had no intention of resisting at all.

At this time, their encirclement had not yet been fully in place and they were located in front of the fleeing puppet army on the left, at an angle of 45 degrees and about one mile away.

Without giving him time to think, he made a prompt decision: "Light machine gun team, establish a position!"

The firepower of the Ninth Battalion was so strong that it far exceeded that of Captain Li's main battalion!
Light machine guns go straight to the squad! If it weren't for the lack of people to carry heavy ammunition boxes and load bullets into machine gun magazines, he could bring six light machine guns.
The platoon he led went to the left wing, equipped with six grenade launchers!

He first went to the sky to fire the flare, and until now he still believed that it was done by Hu Yi who was chasing him head-on from west to east.

But there was no follow-up after firing a shot, which was not like Hu Yi's style.

So, he decided to shoot two rounds as well.
嗵嗵
The originally dark sky was once again filled with two bright moons, one high and one low.

In the firing position consisting of three light machine guns, two of them were always howling.

There was no interval between shots at all, the trajectory was so stable, and the da da da sound was like a death warrant.

It was like the second hand was ticking steadily, and bullet casings kept falling to the ground, hitting each other and making crisp ding-dong sounds.

Liu Yuanqing suddenly had an illusion.

It was as if I had returned to the Military Police Regiment, enjoying the luxury of pouring bullets on the Japanese at Yuhuatai.
The pseudo-company commander's chest was filled with grief and indignation.

When the flares lit up in the sky again, he had already dived to the ground.

The sudden sound of two light machine gun bullets in the left front blocked the way of "breakout"!

The brothers in the front who reacted too slowly were constantly knocked to the ground by bullets.

Before he could react, three more light machine guns from the west joined the shooting. The trajectory of the bullets was pulling back and forth among the people lying on the ground.

The sound of rifle fire mixed with the sound of light machine gun fire was even more terrifying. Every time it sounded, a brother stopped howling.
Those brothers were trained one by one by themselves. When they were having dinner in the evening, they smiled and said that they would have fun together when they got back.

Unexpectedly, fate began to change from dark.

One after another, the brothers fell to the ground screaming.

Even, not far from him, one of his calf bones was broken directly by a machine gun bullet, and his calf was twisted at an incredible angle.

He just felt dizzy, and this night's starry sky might be the last time he could see it.

Machine guns, six light machine guns, blocked the way for these brothers.
There are obviously more than a hundred of his men, and three light machine guns are impossible to completely block the escape route of the puppet soldiers.

He couldn't understand why his men's first reaction when they heard the gunshot was to lie down instead of fighting desperately to break out like the Eighth Route Army did when they were surrounded.
Whoosh.Puff.Snap
A rifle bullet suddenly penetrated his thigh.
Then, my thigh felt like it was hit by a car.

I feel like the bones should be broken (end of this chapter)