Rise From Eight Hundred

"Puff, puff!" A series of dull gunfire rang out quietly on the battlefield, which was already in full swing.

The gunfire could only be heard by Long Yan and the two signalmen hiding behind him. No one else could hear it.

The eyes of the Japanese army lieutenant colonel and the captain, who had just been talking about how to get promoted, froze, as if their eyeballs had been dug out and left to freeze in the ice and snow in northern China for a night.

In the telescope, the second wave of attack sequence they had high hopes for seemed to have gone crazy, and fell to the ground in a cloud of dust.

The sudden screams even covered the gunshots and explosions at that moment.

The imperial officers and soldiers who were still marching forward all fell back to the ground after five or six seconds.

The so-called wave-like attack became a joke.

Casualties were no longer the most important concern of the two Japanese officers. After a brief moment of unconsciousness, they moved their telescopes to their left, which was the right wing of the Chinese position.

There was actually a heavy machine gun hidden there.

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Long Yan is not a professional machine gunner either, but he is different from Luo Wanjian. As a key training target in the Four-Line Regiment, Long Yan has used all the equipment except mountain artillery, large-caliber heavy mortars and the captured Type 89 tank.

Long Yan's rifle and submachine gun shooting skills are good, but he is not as top-level as Niu Er, and is even far from his cheap brother-in-law. However, Long Yan also has an advantage that the two cannot match, which is that he is naturally strong.

With this trait, Long Yan has the potential to become a top firepower assaulter!

For example, the MG34 machine gun equipped with a bipod in his hand has a trigger designed in two parts, the lower part is semi-automatic shooting, and the upper part is fully automatic shooting.

Semi-automatic shooting mode is short burst shooting. Pulling the trigger once will fire several bullets. The vibration of the whole gun body is naturally smaller. However, if you enter the full-automatic shooting mode, as long as you don't let go, a 250-round bullet belt will be completely empty.

Obviously, the reaction force of the continuous firing of bullets is so great that in order to control the muzzle of the gun body and maintain the stability of the trajectory, the machine gunner must have enough strength and skills.

Otherwise, why are all those fire assaulters so big and strong?

The Japanese are very unfortunate. They encountered such a perverted machine gun and a very perverted machine gunner.

The firing rate of the MG34 machine gun is about 1000 rounds per minute, which is far less than the firing rate of its successor MG42, which is as high as 1500 rounds per minute. However, as the world's first general-purpose machine gun, the current firing rate has killed any current light or heavy machine guns in seconds.

Long Yan directly engaged the fully automatic fire, and in about 13 seconds, he emptied a 250-round ammunition belt. This rate of fire was already the maximum rate of fire of the MG34 machine gun.

The location of his firing point was only 360 meters away from the 54 Japanese soldiers who were rushing on the front battlefield, and the trajectory was as straight as it could be.

The terrible metal bullet stream was completely shot from the side of the second wave of attacking Japanese troops on the front battlefield, setting off a bloody storm among the unprepared Japanese infantry.

Several blood flowers were visible on the cotton uniforms of the Japanese infantry who were running wildly. Some Japanese soldiers even continued to rush forward for five or six meters under the action of inertia before falling down with a painful cry.

Few of those who were shot were not seriously injured or killed, because the firing rate was too fast. Nearly 20 bullets were fired in one second, and each fallen Japanese soldier had at least five or six bullet holes on his body.

Since he was in a high position, it didn't really matter to Long Yan whether the Japanese were standing or lying down. He just needed to aim at the general direction of the Japanese and shoot all the way. Reducing the area of ​​exposure did not mean that there was no area of ​​exposure.

As long as enough bullets were fired, the bullets could still hit them even if they were lying down.

After this ammunition belt was finished and smoke came out of the muzzle, Long Yan didn't care to see any results: "Load the ammunition belt!"

A communications soldier hurriedly delivered the ammunition belt that had been prepared long ago, and the other took the ammunition belt that had been emptied of bullets and loaded the shotgun shells in the ammunition box that had been opened long ago into the ammunition belt.

The two communications soldiers didn't expect that Lieutenant Long was so abnormal that he emptied 250 rounds of bullets in a few breaths. It was unknown whether these thousands of rounds of bullets were enough for him to shoot.

Fortunately, the MG34 not only had excellent heat dissipation, but it was also winter at this time. Although the barrel was hot, it was not yet time to change the barrel. Otherwise, with the rapid shooting just now, the barrel would have to be replaced immediately.

While they were busy changing their ammunition belts and preparing for the next attack, the Japanese infantrymen over there were badly beaten.

In this round of attack alone, 8 Japanese infantrymen were killed on the spot and 14 were seriously injured. A 50-man infantry squad almost became a squad in seconds.

Compared with the Japanese infantrymen who were killed directly, the seriously injured ones were worse off than dead!

The best treatment they could enjoy was the hemostatic packs handed over by the medical soldiers who were advancing with the team, but the few hemostatic packs carried by the medical soldiers were useless in the face of wounded soldiers everywhere.

Moreover, even if they were lucky enough to use the hemostatic packs, the sudden drop in body temperature caused by the large amount of blood loss would only make people feel even colder in this weather close to zero degrees.

If they cannot be quickly carried to the rear for bandaging and warming, the only fate of these wounded soldiers is to die in severe pain and bone-chilling cold, and a sufficiently tenacious vitality may continue this process for several hours or even longer.

Obviously, this outcome is almost certain.

The Japanese infantry battalion that was flanking and interspersed could not have this condition at all. Being able to carry the wounded away from the front line was the maximum they could do.

"Baga! About 480 meters to the right, the heavy machine gun squadron suppressed him with 3 heavy machine guns, and 9 grenade launcher teams attacked him with covering firepower and killed him." Sekosuke's angry roar sounded in the mountains and forests.

He took out half of his strongest firepower to deal with Longyan in one breath, which shows that Lieutenant Colonel Sekosuke hated the machine gun firepower point that caused huge casualties to him.

The dense bushes did not allow the Japanese army to find the specific location where Longyan was hiding, but the Japanese army's main attack was a strong firepower.

Three Type 92 heavy machine guns fired desperately, pouring almost 1,500 rounds of bullets into the area where Longyan was located within a minute. The three people heard the sound of bullets breaking through the air almost without stopping, like the whimper of the god of death.

Many bullets hit the boulder where they were hiding, and stone chips flew everywhere. I don’t know how many branches of the bushes in front of them were broken.

But what is more terrifying than this is the grenades that kept exploding around. The flying shrapnel blew away the soil and bushes, and the scorching air waves were stirring everywhere in the mountains and fields. The pungent smoke kept pouring towards the three people hiding in the firing point.

A grenade exploded right above the boulder, and the boulder shook violently, and a burst of dust flew and fell on the heads, faces, and bodies of the three people hiding in the firing point.

If there was no stone blocking it, this grenade weighing less than a pound might have blown the three people away.

Even a man as thick-skinned as Long Yan couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end, not to mention the two signalmen who had hardly been on the front line.

The two young faces had turned pale, and their lips were bloodless.

"Hehe! I chose a good place! No matter how crazy the Japs get, they can't hit us! Keep working, and see how I beat the bastards down."

Long Yan didn't care whether the two signalmen could hear him or not, he blew a self-consoling song, bent down again, and looked into the distance with a telescope through the simple shooting hole he opened.

The Japanese army did not retreat!

Not only did they not retreat, but they also increased their troops!

The Japanese infantry squad that was hit earlier left behind the wounded, and the remaining 20 or so continued to move forward, and another infantry squad came from the rear.

Are the Japanese going crazy?

Based on his understanding of the Japanese infantry, if a round of attack was frustrated, they would first withdraw the infantry, use heavy firepower to concentrate fire on the Chinese position, and then attack again. How could they continue like this?

It seems that they don’t intend to give the opponents on the position a breathing time. They just want to rely on their troop advantage to attack wave after wave until their opponents can’t bear the pressure and collapse.

And a very tough tactics!

However, Long Yan likes it.

Isn’t this the legendary tit-for-tat! Long Yan is born to be a donkey who takes the easy way out. Even Long Ying always talks to him in a nice way and rarely yells at him.

Not to mention the Japanese.

So, with the rain of bullets passing over his head and ears, Long Yan continued to shoot.

Soon, one belt was empty again, and then another, and then another.

In less than ten minutes, Long Yan emptied 6 belts of bullets totaling 1,500 rounds, and replaced the barrel twice.

The unloaded barrels were no longer hot, but were close to dark red, as if they were thrown into a steelmaking furnace.

In order to ensure that they could be used quickly, the two communicators also risked their lives and poured the only two kettles of clean water that the three of them carried on the gun.

The Japanese position 500 meters away was already silent.

There were already 4 infantry squads deployed on the front position alone, and now all of them were left on the hillside.

There were still some who could fight, but there were not many. At most, they could still make up one infantry squad.

The rest were naturally finished or more or less still alive. More than 150 khaki figures were scattered all over the hillside, which was shocking to look at.

Even the infantry squadron leader who was painted a pie by his boss looked pale at his boss whose face was already stiff.

Although his infantry squadron only used one infantry squad, if the current tactics were followed, I am afraid that the other two infantry squads would also be unable to escape the fate of rushing to the battlefield.

If things go wrong, he will become a lone squadron leader like his colleague in front.

No, it might be even worse. What if his immediate superior orders the infantry squadron leader to lead the charge himself?

That damn Chinese firepower point is like a cockroach with tenacious vitality. The brigade even had to aim all 4 heavy machine guns and 14 grenade launchers at that area. In less than ten minutes, 5,000 rounds of bullets and more than 200 grenades were fired.

The reason for the 4 heavy machine guns is that one heavy machine gun was ordered to suppress the heavy machine gun on the left wing of the Chinese position, and another was lost in the exchange of fire with the Chinese.

Yes, the Chinese were so rampant that in the firepower suppression of the infantry charge, they even exchanged fire with their own heavy machine gun positions deployed in the mountains and forests.

One of the heavy machine gun fire points was unfortunately hit by the opponent's continuous fire, and both the chief and deputy shooters were seriously injured. The heavy machine gun was also damaged and could not be used temporarily.

But what is painful is that the rampant Chinese still exist and continue to spit out deadly bullets.

More than 100 people in the 4 infantry squads were killed or wounded by the heavy machine gun with a terrible firing rate.

"The Chinese, I admire them a little! Yo, Maeda-kun, I agree with your previous proposal." Sekosuke, who had been silent for a long time, smiled instead of getting angry, and a gleam in his eyes that frightened the Japanese Army Captain.

"After conquering Mo Nan Town, in order to commemorate the imperial officers and soldiers who died here, Maeda-kun, you can not only eat hot meals in the town, but also do whatever you want. I said, anything!

I want to turn this place into a dead land, so that any Chinese who set foot on this land will not dare to be an enemy of my Great Japanese Empire again!"

"Hi!" The Japanese Army Captain could only bow his head in response.

"So, notify the Ogawa Squadron to come and join the main force of my battalion immediately. My First Infantry Battalion is the sharpest arrow of my 10th Division. Who can stop us? There was no one before, no one now, and no one in the future." Sekosuke's face was full of anger.

"Maeda-kun, you will lead the team forward from now on. All the soldiers participating in the battle will wear white scarves to mourn the imperial officers and soldiers who died in our army. After the war, I will apply for the Golden Eagle Medal for you!"

Captain Maeda Ji's legs suddenly clamped together!

Otherwise, he was afraid that he would not be able to control the urge to urinate.

His immediate superior was already crazy. He actually wanted to use the "suicide attack" created by the God of War!

But brother, do you know that less than 100 of the 3,000 suicide squads survived, and even the two sons of the God of War died!

Faced with this tactic with a survival rate of only 1%, what Maeda Jiro wanted to do most at this moment was actually to shoot the boss in front of him who said shamelessly, "There will be no more in the future."

If we all die, there will really be no more in the future.

But Maeda Jiro didn't even dare to show fear on his face, let alone draw his gun.

He knew too well the character of his stubborn boss. As long as he dared to say no, he would not even have the opportunity to participate in the "suicide attack" and would be killed on the spot.

The so-called "subversion" in the Japanese Army does not include low-level lieutenants like him.

Compared with the Japanese army, which was in mourning and began to find white cloth strips from the military supplies they carried to tie on their foreheads, and if they didn't have enough, they would tear them directly from the standard white shirts, the morale on the Chinese position was high.

It was not just that they repelled the Japanese army's four rounds of attacks like a storm and waves, leaving the Japanese army with corpses everywhere, but more importantly, their casualties were extremely low.

After a fierce battle, only 3 people were killed and 4 were injured. The casualty rate of the whole army was less than 15%. Compared with the Japanese army, which had more than 200 people and 150 casualties, it was even more terrible. This was something that all the guards could not imagine before entering the position.

The casualty rate was so low because, firstly, the Japanese army was swept down by the rain of submachine gun bullets before they had the opportunity to attack close, and secondly, most of the heavy firepower of the Japanese army was attracted away. Otherwise, the rain of grenades would be enough to make the Chinese soldiers on the position suffer a heavy loss.

Luo Wanjian once raised the hope that they would win this battle. Although he himself felt a little crazy, after the magical ten minutes, this ambition was constantly growing in his heart.

The machine gun and the magical second lieutenant, which were only 250 meters away from him in a straight line, were really awesome.

The continuous output of firepower was only one aspect, but the most awesome thing was its incredible survivability!

It cannot be said that the Japanese did not think of a solution. First of all, there were all kinds of heavy firepower coverage. Not to mention the dense rain of heavy machine gun bullets, at least 200 grenades were thrown by the Japanese army on the right wing position. The originally lush bushes had been blown up. From a distance, it looked like a big marijuana face, with black, yellow, and green pieces showing the power of the grenade launcher.

If someone survived under such firepower, Luo Wanjian, who had experienced many wars, would definitely give him a big fight. Do you think explosives are firecrackers?

But someone did it. Lieutenant Long and his machine gun never stopped shooting under such artillery fire.

The tragic Japanese infantry, under the urging of their own military orders, faced this firm tongue of fire and sent their heads in various postures such as crawling, bending over, and running wildly.

If you want to ask whether the Japanese army has ever thought of launching an attack from the left and right wing positions at the same time, at least it can involve the firepower of the Chinese position, then of course there is.

Unfortunately, the water in the mountain stream on the right wing was too cold. The Japanese infantry who tried to cross the river were frozen and shivered as soon as they entered the water. They didn't even have a chance to enter the battlefield, and their combat effectiveness was half gone.

When the machine gun turned its muzzle slightly to shoot, the Japanese soldiers whose brains were almost frozen stood in the river and reacted like wooden men.

If they didn't immerse their whole body in the water, they would be shot to death by the dense machine gun bullets. And if they immerse their whole body in the water, how could they survive in this weather?

The time left for the Japanese infantry to choose was very short, and most of them chose to be frozen to death.

Then, they succeeded. Under the terrible machine gun, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers who chose too slow died, and more than 30 Japanese soldiers who were forced to swim in winter arrived on the other side of the river. Under a wave of fire suppression, they lay on the cold mud and were blown by the cold wind in the mountains and entered a miserable state of hypothermia.

Until the end of the battle, the 30-odd Japanese soldiers did not stand up from the bushes. They all had a strange smile on their faces, as if they were satisfied with their current state. They basically took off their soaked uniforms, revealing their relatively strong bodies.

This puzzled the Chinese soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield. Could it be that they died of heat rather than freezing?

If Tang Tuanzuo was here, he might give these soldiers a more scientific explanation: when the body is severely hypothermic, the body will be in a state of paralysis, but the brain will become abnormally excited as the body temperature drops, the blood vessels begin to expand, and the muscles begin to release heat desperately, causing the brain to receive a false signal of "heat" and send out wrong instructions to let people take off their clothes. In this kind of weather, taking off clothes will obviously only die faster, so until they are frozen to death, they still have a smile on their faces.

Sekosuke himself gave up this plan first.

It's not that he felt sorry for his subordinates being frozen to death, but he thought it would be better to put his strength into the front battlefield. He bet that the hateful machine gun fire point could not have too many bullets.

This is the experience formed by the Japanese army colonel after entering the Chinese battlefield for more than a year.

It is amazing that a Chinese machine gun can have a reserve of 1,000 rounds of bullets. How could it be possible to have several times more? The Chinese may have been exhausted and just needed a wave of attack.

It can only be said that empiricism kills people. He bet that Longyan's gun had no bullets, but Longyan had 2,500 bullets, enough to consume his two infantry squadrons.

The Japanese army on the left wing position was not good either. Longyan specially arranged 35 people and a heavy machine gun there. Unless heavy firepower was concentrated, the Japanese army would not be able to attack the position in a short time, let alone an infantry squadron, even if there were twice as many.

The position ushered in a brief tranquility. The Japanese army waited for their last infantry squadron and 6 heavy machine guns. Longyan, whose face was burned and his arms were sore, could also take a break and take a breath.

Shooting 1,500 rounds of bullets continuously was not an easy job.