Rise from the sword

Chapter 11 Like a Hot Knife Cutting Butter
Da da da····

The Czech-style crisp shooting sound is continuous.

The machine gun shooter squeezed the trigger with his fingers and pressed his shoulder against the stock of the gun, restraining the violent jumping of the machine gun caused by the continuous long and short bursts.

The surging bullets spewed out of the muzzle, and a magazine was emptied in an instant. The shooter's right hand held the gun tightly, and his left hand took out a brand new magazine from his waist, and then pushed and pressed his thumb. , When the old magazine fell to the ground, the new magazine was already installed in place. When retracting the hand, pull the bolt along the way, and the period of good time did not exceed two seconds.

The light machine gun was abruptly shot out of the fire continuity of the heavy machine gun.

The deputy shooter kept handing over the full magazines one by one, and at the same time, picked up the empty magazines one by one on the ground.

As for the ammunition hand, he was crawling on the ground, and with a distressed face, he stuffed the ground full of bullet casings into his carry-on bag.

These are all fine copper shells, sent back to the arsenal, they can be reloaded directly, and they are a good bullet.

Cangyunling is a high place, the machine gun positions are condescending, and the dense rain of bullets that poured down like a rain curtain was caught off guard.

In an instant, the devil's attacking team suddenly shattered as if they had hit a wall. More than 1000 devils hurriedly searched for cover to avoid the barrage of bullets.

Among them, the main direction point of the new regiment's preparation to attack, that is, the focus of the machine gun fire, more than a dozen devils fell one after another, and the whole body was almost beaten into a sieve.

The firepower behind the devils, after the initial panic, also began to find the position of a new group of machine guns, and then suppressed the fire.

Drip drip drip drip drip drip...
at the same time.

The resounding sound of the charging horn filled the sky, and under the cover of the surging barrage, the commandos headed by Zhang Dabiao were the sharpest blades, directly inserting into the devil formation.

Most of the commandos are equipped with shell guns. The shell guns in their hands are held diagonally, and the other hand is protecting the magazine. With the help of the force of the muzzle jumping, the bullets are launched in a fan plane, and the dense rain of parallel shooting, The devils who wanted to squat and shoot had to flee in embarrassment. Behind the commando, nearly [-] soldiers from a battalion carried rifles and bayonets, and followed up and charged almost every step.

"Come on..."

Immediately after the first battalion, Colonel Li charged into the battlefield with a large blade in one hand and a shell gun in the other hand.

The head of Li Da, who has been practicing martial arts since childhood, did not say that he cut down a devil with one knife, and then burst the brain of a devil who tried to shoot at him with two shots. Beside him, guard Hu Zi held guns in both hands. With his back against his head, he glanced at the battlefield vigilantly, and found that as soon as the devil approached, he would shoot him.

"Haha, head of the regiment, this battle of wealth is really exciting."

When he hit the exciting place, Hu Zi couldn't stop at all and shouted excitedly.

Among the Eighth Route Army, the Xinyi Regiment was considered very wealthy. The number of bullets per capita far exceeded the average level of the 386 brigade. Counting the dwarf General Liba, compared with the Guizi or the wealthy Jinsui Army or the Central Army, it is still poor haha.

In the past, Huzi, as the regiment commander's guard, was rich in bullet supplies, but he only had fifty rounds in each battle. He often fought with the regiment commander. However, he is really not the material for hand-to-hand combat.

And this time, he had [-] rounds of bullets in his waist, ten full twenty-round magazines, no need to save bullets at all, two shell guns in his hand, and a devil head for each shot.

Shooting a gun is more powerful than fighting a bayonet...
"Go to hell, little devils, grandpa won't play bayonet for you."

The company charging with the regiment commander had a strong firepower cover of ten machine guns. Moreover, under the careless arrogance, the Guizi did not set up any bunkers or obstacles in front of the position to delay the attack. Therefore, the company's attack was completely useless. Any obstacle, inserting the devil like a hot knife cutting butter, went straight to the predetermined shelling position.

At the rear of the company led by Li Yunlong, Wang Chengzhu took his artillery squad, bent over and followed behind. Every member of the artillery squad carried a full ten rounds of artillery shells, and the group followed silently behind the regiment commander.

bang bang
The last devil was killed with two shots. Looking at the corpses of the devils all over the ground, Li Yunlong waved his hand and pointed to a high place on a soil platform in the distance.

After he finished speaking, he rolled over, avoiding the bullets shot by the devil, and ran towards the high ground first.

"Chong, don't waste time, just carry one gun per person..."

The low-level officers of the company around him stopped the soldiers who were planning to search for the devils, let them give up their excess weapons, and quickly followed the regiment commander to the target.

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The new group is ready to launch, the momentum is like a rainbow, like a tiger coming down the mountain, but the devils are dragging their feet, and they are not well prepared. The two attacking brigades are even competing with each other, trying to grab credit, and the internal losses are serious.

As a result, the forward troops of the Sakata United attack quickly disintegrated, and the rear team was also in chaos because of the machine gun fire.

At the beginning of the attack, the new group rushed forward like a broken bamboo.

The attacking force progressed too fast and things went too smoothly, resulting in a little situation in the rear of the new regiment.

"Ammo boxes, those are the new ones brought by the regiment commander. They are painted ones. They are walnut wood. You must bring all of them. You can't miss any of them. Eighty, Xiao He, you know the number, remember. count"

"Empty? Bring the empty ones too. If we really can't carry them, if we can throw away those old boxes of our own, this one can't be thrown away."

"These four small boxes are the treasures of the head of the regiment, and I will bring them in person."

At the end of the new regiment, the soldiers in the logistics transportation platoon, the old Zhao head commander, quickly packed up their belongings and carried the baggage in the regiment. The attack in front was too smooth, and their scheduled follow-up time was greatly advanced. Many things were lost. Did not come and clean up.

Fortunately, the Eighth Route Army was proficient in guerrilla warfare, and troop transfer was commonplace. Coupled with the consumption of previous battles, there were not many remaining supplies, and Lao Zhao was also experienced, and he quickly organized the carrying of luggage.

"Platoon Commander Zhao, the wounded, what about the wounded? What about the seven seriously wounded and ten with limited mobility here? I don't have enough stretchers and manpower." Suddenly, the blood-stained health squad leader came over. Anxiously speaking to the old Zhao Tou.

Wounded people with reduced mobility, usually soldiers with leg injuries.

"Severely wounded? Didn't they move to the field hospital at the rear to retreat together?" Old Zhao said in confusion.

"This was sent from the front line just now, and it was all wounded by a devil's bayonet." The monitor of the health squad sighed.

Hand-to-hand combat, bayonet to bayonet, knife to see blood, tragic and unparalleled, and either dead or seriously injured, there is no other outcome.

"Xiao He, unload the materials on the twenty mules, put them on wooden boards, transport the wounded, and the others, each carrying an extra box." After thinking about it, Lao Zhaotou suddenly opened his eyes and said.

The twenty mules brought by the regiment commander were extremely tall and sturdy, almost a circle larger than ordinary mules, and they walked more stably than humans. Moreover, the saddles on their backs were very interesting, with wooden boards inserted. Can be used as a bed.

"it is good"

The monitor of the medical team breathed a sigh of relief. He was indeed the head of Old Zhao, and he really had a solution.

　The editor vaguely reminded me that I could not sign the contract, so I wrote two chapters in sadness.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)