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"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

The Japanese Type 11 heavy machine gun fired, and its sound was different from that of the [-]-year light machine gun. This imitation of the French Hotchkiss machine gun would make a sound like a woodpecker pecking a tree when shooting, so Westerners gave it Played a "woodpecker" nickname.

In view of the virtue of the Japanese who have to lick their fingers after picking the chrysanthemum, they ingeniously changed the machine gun with a rate of fire of 350 rounds per minute to 120 rounds per minute, and changed the caliber from 8mm to 7.7mm. mm.

However, there are gains and losses. Although the rate of fire is slow, the accuracy has been improved. The sudden fire of two [-]-type heavy machine guns caught the fourth battalion that was charging by surprise. The two soldiers who were rushing to the front He fell in a pool of blood on the spot.

Ma Zhanfu, the commander of the third company who was following behind, threw himself on the ground, and roared at the top of his voice: "Sun Qizheng, Wang Qiuji... why are you two still standing there, quickly knock out the devil's machine gun!"

The two machine gunners who were scolded by Ma Zhanfu were carrying a can of MG42 and two ammunition boxes and followed behind him. After hearing Ma Zhanfu's roar, the two of them went around to a bomb crater without any nonsense, and shot them in two or three shots. The machine gun was ready, and then the trigger was pulled, and a hot flame shot out from the muzzle of the gun half a foot away.

"Kakakakaka..."

The rate of fire and power of the MG42 machine gun are much higher than those of the Type [-]. The ferocious bullet rain crushed the two machine guns hundreds of meters away and couldn't lift their heads.

"Quick... Hurry up and follow... Press up... Press up!"

The situation on the battlefield is constantly changing. As a qualified commander, you must be able to seize opportunities in those rapidly changing battlefields.

As the fleet got closer and closer to the airport, the expressions of Xiang Shan and Chief Saburo became more serious.

Taking advantage of the suppression of the two Japanese machine guns, Ma Zhanfu ordered the soldiers of the two platoons to go around from the left wing, and soon came to a place more than 100 meters away from the Japanese army. This distance has reached the range of the Schmeisser submachine gun.

Seeing that the soldiers who were overwhelmed by the dense rain of bullets could only hide behind the cover and dare not show their faces, Akino Murakami was furious. He strode up to a machine gunner who was hiding behind the cover, and stretched out his left hand to grab the soldier. He lifted his collar, and swung his right hand over without any explanation.

The rifle bullet with full charge is very powerful. After the bullet penetrated his forehead, the deformed bullet rotated irregularly in his head, disturbing his head in less than a second. It became a paste.

The second lieutenant was speechless.

"Hi!"

However, the machine gunner's luck was obviously not very good. Before firing a few bullets, a 7.92mm bullet penetrated his helmet.

When more than a dozen MP40 submachine guns started firing, the Japanese army hiding behind the bunker felt great pressure instantly.

"Slap!" A loud slap sounded, and there was a clear slap mark on the second lieutenant's face.

"Baga...you are a soldier of the Japanese Empire, not a piece of trash who can only shrink in the trenches. You must bravely grasp the handle of your gun, aim at the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side, and kill them all!"

"Hi!"

"Nani...the casualties of the first brigade have reached two-thirds?"

This time, Murakami Akino was more brutal and straightforward. He grabbed a soldier who was shooting next to him and ordered them to continue shooting with the blood-soaked Type [-] heavy machine gun.

"Then let him stop attacking immediately, and use the fastest speed to join a large group!"

Slowly, as time went by, the black dot gradually became larger, and it was soon clear that this was a fleet of aircraft returning home.

After going back and forth like this several times, the surrounding soldiers almost stayed away from the [-]-type heavy machine gun as if avoiding snakes and scorpions. This thing is too evil, and whoever touches it will die.

Ueno Kameo couldn't believe his ears, his small eyes were wide open: "Is Murakami Akino an idiot? Why didn't you report such a huge casualty?"

"You immediately order the second brigade and tell Yoshino Masahiro to immediately dispatch two squadrons to reinforce the first brigade,"

Taiyuan Airport
Captain Xiang Shan and San Lang, captain of the No.20 First Flight Team, stood on the tarmac, watching a group of black dots flying from a distance intently.

Looking at the machine gunner who fell silently in front of him, Murakami Akino showed no pity or sadness. He continued to grab the deputy shooter at the side, "What are you still doing, your comrade was killed by the Chinese, you Aren't you going to avenge him?"

Ueno Kameo stared at him with cold eyes: "Now, has he captured it?"

Murakami Akino pushed the deputy shooter in front of the machine gun with almost pushing and pulling, and he himself even lay down on the left side of the machine gun, picked up a springboard from the ammunition box next to it, and stuffed it in. At the same time, he almost roared at the The deputy shooter shouted: "What are you still doing, hurry up and shoot!".

The second lieutenant asked puzzledly: "But the second brigade is attacking the position directly in front of the Chinese, and I'm afraid they won't be able to draw any troops."

And the fate of this deputy shooter was worse than that of other predecessors. After hitting a spring board, he was cut off by a series of machine gun bullets.

His answer was another loud slap and a cold voice.

The disastrous death of the first brigade was immediately reported to the captain of the regiment, Kameo Ueno.

The second lieutenant who reported did not dare to look directly at the captain's eyes that were about to breathe fire, and lowered his head and explained in a low voice: "Your Excellency, Captain Murakami, I am afraid that he is also thinking about conquering the position of the Chinese before reporting to you."

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The second lieutenant bowed and was about to leave when Kameo Ueno's voice came from behind him, "Also, immediately report our situation to His Excellency the brigade commander and request air reinforcements!"

Otherwise, there is an obvious masochistic gene in the Japanese body. After being slapped, the machine gunner was obviously much braver than before. After taking a deep breath, he poked his head out again, and slapped trigger.

"Snapped!"

Even in the midst of a hail of bullets, the sound of the slap could not be concealed.

He clearly remembered that there were more than 30 planes in the fleet when they set off, but now that he took a cursory glance, there were more than ten planes at most.

The head of the combat department standing next to him saw that Xiang Shan and Saburo looked unhappy, and comforted him: "Your Majesty, maybe this is just the first batch of planes returning, and the rest will follow."

Xiang Shan and Saburo shook their heads, such scenes are happening almost every day these days.

Every time those sortie fleets return, there will be a little less, as few as seven or eight, as many as twenty or thirty, and he is almost numb seeing it.

Although he knew very well that the fighter planes of the Rentai Militia were much better than the Japanese fighter planes, and it would not be wise to confront them head-on, but the orders from his superiors made him hard-hearted and order those young pilots to take off and fight.