Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 1024 The cooking soldier who became famous in the first battle!
The three infantry platoons located at the most forward position of the third battalion are all sharp knife platoons of each company, and the continuous firepower belongs to the crown of the whole battalion.

For example, the young corporal named Tu Yunsheng who took the initiative to run to the front line was the deputy squad leader and was equipped with an MP28 submachine gun. The soldiers in his squad had automatic firearms such as light machine guns, shell guns, and semi-automatic rifles.

Although there are less than 40 soldiers in the front line, thanks to the continuous firepower equipment, its output firepower is no less than that of an ordinary infantry company.

Especially at such a short distance, within the range of submachine guns and shell guns, a shuttle of bullets can be fired in almost three seconds.

The soldiers inserted new magazines without hesitation, and then slammed the trigger to sweep them out.

At this time, accurate shooting is not so important, the important thing is to shoot the bullets as fast as possible.

The two armies are about to enter the moment when white knives enter and red knives come out, and the best way is to output strong enough firepower.

The Japanese infantry who were running wildly against the artillery fire were unlucky, which was equivalent to hitting the firepower net.

The Japanese army at the forefront was shot down six to 70 people in one breath. The cruel reality made the Japanese army, who was only 50 meters away from the trenches, realize that even though there are not so many Chinese now, their firepower is not as fierce as the two of them. An infantry squadron can be crushed by a hard charge.

As a last resort, many Japanese soldiers chose to lie on the ground and shoot at the Chinese soldiers lying on the trenches.

This time, it hit the weakness of the dozens of Chinese soldiers on the front line who were understrength.

The shooting skills of the Japanese infantry were extremely superb. At such a short distance, as long as they caught the opportunity, they would almost hit accurately. The previous advantage of relying solely on continuous firepower suppression disappeared in an instant.

The best way to deal with this Japanese army is, of course, to arrive at the main force from the rear. As long as there are enough troops on the front line, the Japanese army tens of meters away will lack trench protection after all. don't kill them.

However, the current artillery fire of the Japanese army is so fierce that a fire wall has been formed in the rear. Although there are communication trenches, as long as one shell falls into the trench, there will be dozens of casualties.

For example, Li Jiujin, the commander of the Seventh Company, was about to take people through the traffic trench to support his platoon, but was hugged tightly by his guards.

"I'm tender and good, let me go, I have hundreds of brothers there." The veteran Youzi beat and scolded his brother in a rare way.

"Company commander, the first platoon is the strongest infantry platoon in our company. If they can't stop the little devil, then no one can stop it! Also, look, the traffic trenches have been bombed and collapsed in several places. , I can’t just watch you go to die!” The guards were also Li Jiujin’s soldiers for many years, no matter what they did, they just clung to Li Jiujin’s waist tightly.

"Also, you can't let your brothers die in vain. They are all men raised by their fathers and mothers. It's not easy to grow up so big."

Having said that, Li Jiujin calmed down.

Because, his guards made sense.

Don't look at the traffic trench as long as 150 meters, but that 150 meters is really likely to become a dead place.

The Japanese artillery came prepared, and through yesterday's day-to-day observation, they had already analyzed and clearly understood the structure of the Chinese position.

The main position of the third battalion was about 400 meters away from the Japanese trenches, and then it was excavated 150 meters forward through the traffic trenches to form three horizontal zigzag trenches. On the basis of these trenches, it continued to dig forward to form three small positions.

The entire position was like a spear point, gradually showing its sharpness to the Japanese army, who looked like a light on their backs but were powerless.

But the Japanese army finally found a countermeasure, which was to use the long-distance connection between the spear tip and the spear handle, block this area with artillery fire, and then use infantry to attack and break the spear tip of the third battalion.

A mountain cannon shell weighing 6.5 kilograms may be a crater with a diameter of less than one meter when it is blown on the flat ground, but if it falls into a trench, the overflowing air waves can rush 20 meters along the trench and knock all objects encountered. Hitting and flying, that is a force of thousands of catties, no matter how strong a human body is in front of it, its tendons will be broken, and it is so fragile that it is almost insignificant.

If one is unlucky, his company commander will be blown to pieces, and the infantry who are advancing along the communication trench will lose dozens of battles.

"Order the whole company's heavy machine guns and mortars to support me in the front!" Li Jiujin, who had calmed down, looked iron-faced. "In addition, tell the second row to prepare everything for me. As long as the emergency flare is fired ahead, even if it is a dead end, I have to take them there!"

"Yes, company commander!" The guard who was in a hurry replied holding the veteran's waist like this.

"Damn it, don't hurry up and let me go." Li Jiujin squinted at the guard who hadn't recovered yet. "You are very good. You were not afraid of death in the Sixing Warehouse. Now that the army has grown in size and has many people, you are afraid of death. After this battle, I will be the squad leader in the first row!"

"Yes!" The guard was not surprised but pleased when he heard Li Jiujin say that.

His military rank has long been promoted to sergeant, and according to common sense, he has long been the squad leader. If he has made some achievements in the front line, he will be promoted to second lieutenant only sooner or later.It's just that Li Jiujin always thought that his fellow countryman was still young, so he kept him by his side after he became the company commander, but he didn't expect that after this trouble, he was willing to let him out.

"Damn it, so you don't want to stay with me so much!" Seeing the expression of his guard, the veteran oily son couldn't help feeling a little resentful, and then more worries appeared in his eyes. "I hope the first row can withstand this wave!"

As the company commander, Li Jiujin knew very well that this was a last-ditch effort by the Japanese army, and success was nothing more than destroying the frontier positions. They would not stay for long, and for the third battalion, even if they lost The forward position is nothing more than a small setback to the overall situation, it is nothing more than delaying the time of the general attack.

The Japanese, after all, cannot escape the fate of final extinction.

But there was one of the most elite infantry platoons under his command. If he didn't resist and let the Japanese army enter the trenches, he would be most worried about the excessive battle damage.

But in this situation, if the guys in the artillery battalion haven't formed a decent countermeasure against the Japanese artillery, it will be difficult for the front line to get effective support within at least 10 minutes, unless he is willing to pay more casualties.

On the battlefield of the Seventh Company and the First Row, which was completely shrouded in gunpowder smoke, soldiers continued to climb out of the artillery holes and enter the front line at the risk of being killed by shells.

In the trenches, there are remains of soldiers who were wounded and sacrificed by the Japanese army everywhere!
The 3 mortars belonging to the machine gun platoon of the seventh company have fired at full force, but they still can't form much pressure on the stubborn Japanese troops scattered on the vast battlefield, even if at least 50 Japanese soldiers have fallen in front of the trenches of the seventh company .

For the more than 160 Japanese troops who came to attack the first row, it was already nearly one-third of the strength.

"Damn it, come! Come here!" The young corporal with bloodshot eyes had already put his submachine gun aside, and in his hand was a semi-automatic rifle taken from the remains of a sacrificed soldier beside him.

The few remaining bullets in the gun gave him the upper hand in the confrontation with a Japanese infantry soldier who was prostrate on the ground just now. The bullets from the opponent brushed past his ears, but he pulled the trigger three times in a row , two shots hit the ground, and one shot hit his helmet.

At such a short distance, the [-]-style steel helmet might be able to block the shell fragments, but it couldn't stop the bullets from penetrating.

The young corporal who avenged his brother was not happy at all. In just a few minutes, at least four people around him had died, three recruits and one veteran.

And one of the recruits was a 17-year-old boy who had just been added to his infantry squad for less than half a month.

He still remembers the youthful look of the young man with the blue hair on his mouth who stood up and saluted as soon as he came in.

He asked the boy why he chose to be a soldier. The boy lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, but he, the deputy squad leader, still keenly saw that the moment he lowered his head, there were tears in the boy's eyes.

He was already an orphan. When the Japanese army captured Licheng more than two months ago, a shell fell on the roof of his house. Most of the seven members of his family died on the spot. They were lucky enough to hide in another room with him. The surviving grandparents couldn't bear the great pain, and passed away one after another within a month.

The war made this 17-year-old boy taste the most extreme loneliness in the world.

Therefore, when the Four Elements Group entered Li City and transferred the people, this young man who survived with help from his neighbors chose to join the Four Elements Group, not because there was food and clothing here, but because he could take revenge.

The recruiting platoon leader of the Four Elements Regiment couldn't refuse this boy. Given his age, the battalion headquarters asked him to be a signal soldier, but he refused and chose to come to the front line.

However, just after the battle started, he still killed a Japanese invader, far away from his desire to kill 6 devils to avenge his family, so he died.

Although he had buried his head as strictly as possible during training, the precise bullets of the Japanese infantry still penetrated his helmet.

How can the young corporal not go crazy seeing the young life whose wish has not been fulfilled disappear like this?

"Brother, look at me, what can I do for you?" A hand slapped the young corporal's back fiercely.

Putting away his gun and retreating to the trench, the young corporal turned his head angrily, only to see the middle-aged old man whose face was covered in blood mixed with gunpowder smoke and mud.

"I don't need breakfast here right now, get out of here quickly." The young corporal yelled at Boss Cao with an angry face.

"What, what did you say? I can't hear you?" Boss Cao felt as if thousands of bees had been stuffed into his ears. Although the young corporal was angry from the expression on his face, he had no idea what the other party was talking about.

Boss Cao didn't know if he was possessed by a ghost. He cried for a while holding the machine gun shooter who was about the same age as his younger brother but hadn't had a mouthful of broth. He watched many soldiers bend over and rush forward. , He unexpectedly also followed behind by a strange coincidence.

Without a gun, he carried a hand grenade from a soldier who had probably also been killed by shrapnel as he advanced.

Boss Cao couldn't explain the ghost possession, he only knew that there was a breath in his chest, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

It seemed that if he didn't participate in this battle, the young face who couldn't swallow the soup would keep reappearing in his mind, over and over again.

"Brother, I will help you fight devils, you can go at ease!" Boss Cao could only keep repeating this sentence in his heart.

Then, Boss Cao, who arrived at the frontline trenches in a daze, saw the young corporal he had said a few words on this battlefield.

What he didn't expect was that the other party didn't seem to welcome his arrival.

"Fuck you, uncle!" The young corporal could only curse helplessly.

He knew that this was a phenomenon often encountered by soldiers who went to the battlefield for the first time. They were not mentally prepared, and the loud noise caused temporary deafness to their ears.

Just as he was pointing his hand to the distance to signal to the cooking soldier to leave quickly so as not to delay him from killing the enemy, his eyes suddenly stopped on the few bloody grenades stuck in Boss Cao's waist, and his eyes were in a daze.

If he remembered correctly, when the cooking soldier uncle brought the steamed buns, he didn't bring any weapons to lighten the load.

It goes without saying that these bloody grenades were taken from wounded or sacrificed soldiers.

What does this mean? It means that he came here to help fight.

"Didn't you throw the grenade far away? Throw the grenade for me, aim at the lying devils, and blow them to death." The young corporal said while gesticulating.

Most of the Japanese infantry were still 60 meters away. Although the trench was nearly 2 meters deep, it was not wide enough to allow people to run, so there were not many dozens of people here who could throw it so hard just by standing up. Throw the grenade that far.

"Okay, look at me!" Boss Cao, who was lying behind a shooting hole formed by piles of sandbags and looked into the distance, estimated the distance and nodded fiercely.

According to the finger of the young corporal, Boss Cao saw his target. It was a veteran of the Japanese army. His marksmanship was very poisonous. He had already killed three people in a row, and he was able to hide. Several people shot at him just now, and he used them skillfully. Dodged the roll.

Although Boss Cao hadn't fired live ammunition a few times, most of them were training ammunition, but the steps were deeply imprinted in his mind.

Twist the cap, pull the thread, exert force from the waist and abdomen and arms, and throw outward!
All steps are meticulous.

However, the first grenade may be because the trench is too narrow, the terrain is different from the usual training, or it may be the first time to participate in actual combat. Boss Cao was nervous and only threw it more than 40 meters away from the "shit yellow" he aimed at. There are still ten meters.

Seeing that the Chinese wanted to bomb him with a grenade, the Japanese veteran rolled over and lay down in a small pit several times in a row, and, not forgetting to attack, he crawled and fired several shots. A blood flower.

However, the shooting hole the size of a bowl was actually caught by a Japanese veteran and hit him with one blow. If such a guy is alive, he poses a great threat to the first row.

"Uncle, can you do it!" The young corporal was not only a little discouraged.

Boss Cao was not affected by his mistakes at all. This is completely different in the training field and the battlefield. The strong smell of gunpowder smoke and blood reminds him all the time that he will lose his life here at any time. make an impact.

However, the only good thing is that he can hardly hear any sound, which is much stronger than the deafening slogans and cheers on the training ground.

Moreover, his first grenade was mainly to regain the touch, just like he was throwing a bird with a stone in the mountains.

No one will know that he can not only throw it far, but also hit it accurately. It is all forced by life. Without a gun, he can smash a pheasant to death with a stone at a distance of 20 meters.

However, Boss Cao has never exposed this unique skill.This is mainly due to the teaching of his old father who has passed away. If he wants to survive in such troubled times, he must save his hand.

But at such a time, if the Japanese don't kill the Japanese, the Japanese will have to kill themselves. Boss Cao can't and dare not hide his secrets.

So, Boss Cao threw the second grenade without hesitation, 55 meters, which is about six or seven meters away from the small hole where the Japanese veterans hid.

"It's almost there. Uncle, come again." The eyes of the young corporal lit up.

One said, one voted, and the two Chinese soldiers were full of hope.

But for the Japanese veteran, this was extremely painful psychological torture.

From the moment the first grenade exploded more than ten meters away from him, the Japanese veteran knew that he was being targeted by Chinese bombers.

Because the distance is too close, it is difficult for the grenade to maintain accuracy. Only grenades can cause him unavoidable damage.

If the first grenade still seemed like a joke, then the second grenade exploded half a meter from the ground and the shrapnel formed hit the soil in front of the small pit where he was, which really sent chills down the spine.

Two meters closer, he can be effectively killed.

But what can he do?Escape from this pit?Will the Chinese riflemen hiding in the trenches let him go?

attack?Less likely!
The Chinese are dropping bombs in the trenches. What else can he see except the fleeting arms raised high?Even if his marksmanship is superb, how can he still hit the hand that stays in sight for no more than half a second?

Unable to attack and unable to escape, they can only be beaten passively.

So, in the desperate eyes of this Japanese veteran, the third grenade struck again after an interval of 3 seconds.

This time, Boss Cao put the grenade in his hand and paused for two seconds before throwing it out. The instructor told him that the grenade has a delay of 6 seconds. If you throw it far enough, it will fly in the air for about 4 seconds before it explodes in the air. The grenade will form a 360-degree barrage to the surrounding area. As long as you cast it accurately enough, no matter how low you lie down, you will be shot into a sieve by the shrapnel.

So, just 3 meters away from the place where the Japanese veterans crawled, the grenade burst into a cloud of gunpowder smoke in the air about one meter away.

The miserable howls of the Japanese veterans seemed to be transmitted to the trenches at a distance of 60 meters.

"Fuck, uncle is awesome, come again!" The young corporal widened his eyes.

Boss Cao, who is more and more smooth in his shots, is almost perfect in the middle and late stages. It is by no means a myth to kill an enemy with a grenade.

You know, the Japanese army at this time is not huddling together for you to kill. The distance between individual soldiers is at least 10 meters or more. The 82 mortar shells are lethal enough!There is no guarantee that a Japanese invader can be killed with one shell.

But Boss Cao achieved this effect at a distance of 70 meters. According to statistics after the war, he even killed a devil second lieutenant at a distance of 75 meters.

In 3 minutes, Boss Cao threw up to 30 grenades, killing 24 enemies, and two soldiers handed grenades to him.

After the war, people gave it the nickname "The Human Bomber of the Cooking Class!"

Boss Cao, fight to become famous!
(End of this chapter)