Rise From Eight Hundred

The bloody storm that the "Widow Maker" set off in the puppet army's charge team in an instant was not so intuitive for the puppet soldiers in the bullet stream.

At this time, the puppet soldiers whose adrenaline had been stimulated were not so scared. Most of them had only the front in their red pupils, and they were still shouting while charging up the hillside.

In just ten seconds, the MG42 machine gun spewed out more than 200 bullets, sweeping down dozens of people, but there were still puppet soldiers who had charged nearly 50 meters.

On this hillside covered with bushes and thorns, they were fully armed and could rush out 50 meters in the bullet stream.

Unfortunately, the bystanders outside the battlefield did not appreciate the bravery of the puppet army.

They were all shocked by the killing caused by the crazy bullet stream in a short period of time.

The Chinese soldiers on the position were okay. They could only and must kill this group of desperate people at present, and the psychological discomfort caused by the incomparable blood was only temporary.

"Damn it, are you stupid? Shoot me, kill the son of a bitch." Many veterans began to roar at the top of their lungs after the puppet army continued to charge.

Many soldiers who were still vomiting came to their senses and tried not to look at the bloody limbs and bodies swept by machine guns, and desperately shot at the puppet army who were still struggling to move forward.

Four submachine guns and 30 rifles joined the shooting, and the firepower was not fake. In a few seconds, more than 30 brave second devils were knocked to the ground.

The cruel battlefield had the greatest psychological impact on Zheng Yunqiu and the Japanese Army Lieutenant who were watching the battle with binoculars in the distance.

Zheng Yunqiu even asked a little confusedly when he saw his subordinates who were attacking suddenly burst into blood mist and fell to the ground: "Did the Tuba throw the grenade so far?"

In Zheng Yunqiu's impression, the most commendable firepower of the Tuba who had a strong style and tenacious will on the battlefield was the grenade. Without the grenade, they were nothing.

"No, that's because their machine gun firepower is too fierce. What support did the Chinese get? No wonder they suddenly dared to fight the imperial regular army head-on." The Japanese Army Lieutenant looked grim.

"Then I'll let them retreat first, use mortars to clear these firepower points before attacking." Zheng Yunqiu's reaction was quite fast.

"It's too late! We can't retreat at this time. Retreating will only make the Chinese machine gun firepower more unscrupulous. Attack, continue to attack, and at the same time order your mortars to suppress the exposed firepower points on the Chinese positions." The Japanese Army Lieutenant shook his head.

"But" Zheng Yunqiu wanted to say that the shells have no eyes, and whether there would be accidental injuries.

But the fierce eyes of the Japanese Army Lieutenant swallowed what he wanted to say back into his stomach.

Zheng Yunqiu knew very well that this was the warlord sent by Kuroda Saburo. If he was replaced by him, 600 people would still be here, but at this time he had less than 20 people around him. If he dared to say no, this person pulled out a pistol and shot him, and he would die in vain.

Death for oneself and death for subordinates, this choice question is not too simple for Zheng Yunqiu.

Six Type 82 mortars fired without regard for the consequences, and even two shells fell into the crowd of puppet soldiers who were running wildly, blowing five or six puppet soldiers away directly.

It is said that veterans are most afraid of artillery rather than guns on the battlefield. These puppet soldiers who have fought several battles are not stupid. No matter how much they want to get bonuses, these few shells that missed the target also made their congested brains a little more sober, and basically they all rushed forward and fell down.

The terrible MG42 machine guns and submachine guns on the Chinese position did not knock down the puppet army, but it was their own artillery shells that completed this historical mission, which made Zheng Yunqiu feel like a dog.

However, the Japanese Army Lieutenant was very calm, and continued to watch the battlefield silently with a telescope with a stern face.

It must be said that the effect of the shelling was still very impressive, and a cloud of gunpowder rose from the Chinese position.

The shooting of several machine gun fire points hidden in the bushes was also affected, and the firepower was weakened.

Sensing this change, more than 120 puppet soldiers who were beaten down and crouched only 70 to 80 meters away from the position began to move again.

"All 60 mortars, fire at the Japanese mortar positions!" Lao Suanpan, who was on the second line of the mountaintop, also issued a military order at the same time.

The 4 60 mortars that had been patient for a long time also began to concentrate fire on the artillery positions of the security army infantry battalion.

Of the 100 shells carried, 60 of them hit the 6 mortar positions that had just been fired for less than a minute.

Lao Suanpan was also able to endure. No matter how the security army's mortars conducted fire reconnaissance, the 4 60 mortars located at the rear of the mountaintop did not move, even if one shell happened to fall into the trench of the position and blew 3 soldiers into a bloody mess.

Among them, there was a soldier from his 3rd squad, who did not die in the Southeast Shanxi Campaign or the more difficult Jindong Counterattack, but died under the shells of a group of traitors.

The old soldier, who always treated his comrades in the class as his own brothers, did not order artillery fire in retaliation.

He was no longer a 15-man infantry squad leader, but commanded an infantry company of more than 150 soldiers. He had to wait for the most appropriate time to eliminate the biggest threat of the other side in one fell swoop.

Either don't fight, or if you want to fight, kill or maim the enemy with one blow! The old soldier's forbearance finally paid off at this moment.

When the puppet army launched a charge at the cost of their lives, the machine gun fire points on the left, middle and right positions had to be exposed, and the puppet army's mortars finally opened fire again.

This time, in order to cover the infantry's charge, they would not change positions after firing two shots. Four artillery observers who had been staring at the distance quickly determined the mortar position area hiding in the mountain nest 600 meters away.

The four 60-meter mortars fired 60 shells at that area in a short time of less than 40 seconds.

Although the 1-kilogram mortar shell is not powerful, it is for personnel with fortifications. For personnel completely exposed on the surface, the killing radius can reach 3 to 4 meters.

The concentrated fire output of 60 shells can completely tear people and objects on the surface of two basketball courts.

With just one wave, the 60-man mortar company that Zheng Yunqiu had painstakingly managed was destroyed. Not only were all the personnel killed or injured, but even the barrel was blown away dozens of meters. If they wanted to repair it, it would depend on whether the equipment maintenance department of the 10th Division could provide it.

For the second devils who had regained their courage, this wave of artillery shells was even more life-threatening. The shooters and riflemen who lost the artillery fire suppression began to shoot at them with all their strength.

The MG42 alone had to replace the barrel three times in response to the second devils' tenacious assault, and emptied the six 300-round ammunition belts that had been prepared.

Almost all the assistant shooters who were responsible for ensuring the delivery of the ammunition belts were injured, but they were not injured by the bullets of the puppet army who fought back desperately. Almost all of them were burned by the shells.

The shooters were really crazy. A belt was emptied in less than 30 seconds. The average firing rate of 10 rounds per second was not the most exaggerated. It was exaggerated that it was like this for two consecutive minutes.

The flying shells fell on the trench wall and bounced onto the deputy gunner's arms and legs, which must have caused heart-wrenching burns.

However, the deputy gunners had no time to care about these things. They just wanted to go faster and faster. Since the second devils were numerous, they would pile up bullets to death.

The crazy stream of bullets suppressed the remaining nearly 100 puppet soldiers in an area less than 60 meters from the trench.

Until a puppet soldier rolled to avoid the bullets, he unfortunately rolled onto a mine. It was not the standard anti-infantry mine issued by the Fourth Regiment, but a pressure mine made by the Guangping Division.

The mines brought by the infantry of the 80th Army were originally used to blow up the devil's cars. Because the black powder was not powerful enough, the pressure mine with a pottery jar as the main body was a bit large, so that it could ensure that the charge was 3 kilograms and could blow up a car.

Then, the unlucky puppet soldier just lay on the mine, and the mine with enough weight triggered the instantaneous ignition fuse. It took almost one second, and before the puppet soldier could react, there was a loud bang.

This unlucky guy who was so unlucky as to lie directly on the mine was certainly dead, and the puppet soldiers in a radius of dozens of meters also came to the sky. Seven or eight people were thrown up ten meters high by the air wave.

What kind of scene is it when a person is blown into pieces by explosives? The puppet soldiers in a radius of hundreds of meters can tell you that it was like a bloody rain on their heads. The "rain" with a little salty and fishy smell fell on their faces in a splashing way. One guy was even hit on the nose by a flying finger bone, and his nose was directly collapsed, and the finger bone was embedded in his face.

Then, the puppet soldiers who were almost broken by the crazy rain of bullets on the Chinese position were like a string that suddenly broke.

They turned around collectively, using their hands and feet to roll and crawl down the hillside.

As for whether they would trigger the mines laid by the enemy, it depends on one's luck. Anyway, the main point of the Jianghu rolling meat is "life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by God".

If you retreat, you have a chance to live, if you don't retreat, you will die.

The 50 Japanese soldiers who were following up in the rear were a little overwhelmed for a while when facing this group of friendly troops who retreated like groundhogs from a hundred meters away.

Before going to the battlefield, the deputy squadron leader explained that the more than 200 security troops in front of them were cannon fodder, used to consume Chinese ammunition and attract attention, and they were the real attackers.

But now the cannon fodders are halfway through the fight and suddenly don't want to be cannon fodder, what can we do?

"Baga! Don't retreat!" After being stunned for two or three seconds, the Japanese second lieutenant who led the team instinctively waved his pistol and stood up and roared in an attempt to stop it.

No one would care about the people lying on the ground, and the Japanese army second lieutenant was obviously doing nothing wrong.

But he obviously forgot that he was on the battlefield in a hurry. Even though he was 200 meters away from the Chinese position, he was still within the effective range of machine guns and rifles.

The Japanese Imperial Army second lieutenant had not shown off his power for 3 seconds. The Japanese second lieutenant wielding the Type 14 Nambu pistol suddenly felt a chill on his chest.

Looking down, his chest was already covered in blood. At least three bullets had hit him.

Although he was not tall, he had to crawl like a turtle when the puppet army was escaping. His "shit yellow" color was not too obvious among the gorgeous bauhinia flowers. Several Type 96 light machine guns pointed their guns at him at the same time.

It didn't need to be too accurate, just rely on probability. Dozens of bullets were wasted by the shooters of the 80th Army who captured Songbei Yuki's unit, but for this Japanese second lieutenant, only one bullet was enough to kill him.

What's more, his luck was not good. He was hit by three bullets in a row!

The Japanese second lieutenant fell to the ground.

In his last consciousness, a puppet soldier who quickly crawled past him muttered something.

Baga! Did he seem to be cursing?

Yes, the puppet soldier who passed by him last said: "Stupid, don't run, you're dead now?"

But the Japanese are the Japanese. Although their team leader was killed by their idiot teammates, they did not run down like the idiot teammates who crawled past them. Instead, they lay on the hillside and fired at the Chinese positions more crazily.

Although the front of the Chinese positions were camouflaged with bushes, the smoke from the rifle shooting exposed the approximate location of the infantry.

The Japanese infantry had accurate shooting skills. Even if they only roughly determined the target area, they could injure several Chinese soldiers in a round of counterattack.

A Type 96 machine gunner was hit in the shoulder by a bullet because the Type 96 machine gun bipod was higher, and his body was exposed to the ground more. He was almost hit in the chest.

"Damn Japanese gunmanship is really amazing!" Potato cursed while gritting his teeth, retreating from the trench, holding the gun and running to the other side of the trench.

"Bean, don't go anywhere!" Chuanzi had just finished shooting the bullet in the magazine, retreated into the trench to reload the prepared magazine into the gun chamber, and wanted to pull Potato.

"Don't worry, brother Chuanzi, the Japanese devils who can kill me haven't been born yet! Look, I'll kill a devil to avenge Pebble." Potato didn't even turn his head, but bent over and ran forward.

The 'pebble' in Potato's mouth was a soldier in Chuanzi's 8th squad. Because his surname was the relatively rare surname E, and his name contained the word "Shi", he was nicknamed Pebble.

This kind of nickname is the most common in the army. For example, there was a soldier in the 3rd squad whose surname was Lu, and he was directly called Luweidang!

Pebbles was not very old, just 18 years old. He was not as taciturn as most northerners. He was cheerful and lively. He got along very well with Potato, a Sichuanese who liked to talk nonsense. Just now, he was shot in the arm by a bullet from a Japanese infantryman next to Potato.

The bullet did not penetrate the flesh, but broke the arm bone. Potato could not stand watching his friend get injured and even see the bone stump.

The bushes specially reserved in front of the position covered them, but actually blocked their sight, resulting in a blurry view of the Japanese soldiers lying 200 meters away.

In fact, when building this position, more than a dozen individual bunkers were specially reserved 10 meters, 20 meters and 30 meters in front of the position. Simply put, it was a pit with a depth of 6 meters and a length and width of 2 meters.

That was a special position for shooting at the enemy during the stalemate phase, and also a pit for the Japanese and puppet troops to trap horses. If anyone rushed to the position and fell into it without paying attention, he would definitely break his bones.

Of course, if anyone wanted to use this to avoid attacks on the position, he was really wrong. Those points were used as attack points by our own people. If anyone wanted to use them as hiding places, they would know what a pit was after a few grenades were thrown at them.

One of the pits was dug by Potato and Chuanzi together. When camouflaging, Potato took out a knife to cut a bowl-sized shooting hole in the camouflaged bushes, saying that he could give the Japanese a little surprise there.

Under normal circumstances, the enemy's attention is on the position area, and no one would expect that someone would shoot him under the position.

What Potato wanted was to take them by surprise.

Seeing an opportunity, Potato climbed out of the trench and quickly crawled into the pit he dug himself in the grass, which made Chuanzi and the soldiers sweat for him.

According to the current battle situation, it is not dangerous in the pit, but it is a big risk to climb into the pit.

But you can tell with your ass that when Potato returns to the trench after the battle, he will be scolded by his old squad leader.

Because of his physical condition, Potato is not a strong soldier, and his shooting skills are average.

But this is relatively speaking. He is basically the last in the 3rd squad, but if he is in the 8th squad, Potato, who can shoot 78 rings with 10 bullets at a 200-meter static target, is a first-class sharpshooter.

The distance between him and the crazy counterattack Japanese army is about 170 meters, which is completely within his range.

A Japanese corporal hiding in the bushes was not aware of the danger at all. After firing three shots and emptying the bullets in the gun chamber, he shouted to his colleagues, saying that the security forces had run away and the squad leader was dead, so what should they do?

At this time, the security forces seemed to have something to rely on because of the heroic counterattack of the Japanese soldiers. They were more determined to crawl away from the battlefield. Even after passing through the area where the Japanese soldiers were lying down, some people began to run away with their backs bent.

The Japanese soldiers were also a little overwhelmed. There was no order to retreat, but looking at the situation, they could not attack with only 50 people.

The battlefield was filled with the roar of various guns, so it was not easy to hear human voices. The Japanese corporal shouted with all his strength, and his body instinctively deviated a little towards his colleagues, just revealing half of his body.

"Finally caught one!" Potato, who had been aiming for a while, suddenly pulled the trigger.

This shot was extremely accurate. The 92mm bullet entered from the bottom edge of the helmet and hit the back of the head. The huge bullet completely released its kinetic energy at a distance of less than 200 meters, blowing a bowl-sized wound on the back of the Japanese corporal's head.

From a distance, it looked like a bunch of redbud flowers were blooming!

"Great!" Potato clenched his fists.

Yang Bicheng, who had been quietly observing all this from a hidden sniper position a hundred meters away from Potato, smiled slightly and looked back at his scope.

It was a reward from Tang Tuanzuo himself after he won the special merit. He was also one of the few shooters in the infantry class who had a 4x scope.

Yang Bicheng was reluctant to use it at ordinary times, but today he took it out to let the Japanese and the second Japanese see what a sharpshooter is.

However, he let go of most of the targets that were not of much value. He was waiting for the two Japanese grenade throwers hiding behind the rocks 400 meters away to show up.

Yang Bicheng believed that the turtle could not hide in the shell forever, and there would always be a time to show up.

When the pressure on the position was not so great, he had to kill the person who posed the greatest threat on the position. That was the meaning of the existence of a precision shooter.

However, for nearly a minute, he was distracted. He had to protect his little brother. Now it seems that his little brother has become stronger. The shot that shot the Japanese soldier who only showed half of his head at 170 meters away was enough to prove it.

"Baga! Captain Zheng, order your men to stop retreating!" The Japanese lieutenant's face was as hard as iron, and he looked at Zheng Yunqiu fiercely.

"But they won't listen to me at this time!" Zheng Yunqiu cried.

How could he not understand the morality of his subordinates? Money is the boss, but if the boss wants their lives, then get out of here.

"Don't listen? The bullet will make them obedient." The Japanese lieutenant's eyes were full of ferocity.

What? Zheng Yunqiu obviously hadn't reacted yet, and saw the Japanese lieutenant pull out his command knife and rushed forward.

"Those who ignore military orders will all die."()