Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 150 The Scythe of Death

 Brigadier General Smartett did not participate in the conversation between the two colonel officers.

His battlefield intuition told him that a group of soldiers who dared to plunge themselves into a desperate situation would never let their former defeated generals succeed so easily.

 Even though the Japanese are tenacious enough and extremely cautious.

Perhaps the turning point of the battlefield was at the moment when those Japanese launched a thunderous blow.

The sun never sets on the Imperial Brigadier General’s intuition.

 The reasons for the army lieutenant colonel's self-confidence are also valid.

It’s just that none of them expected that the counterattack from the warehouse would be so fierce, and that the two top commanders in the warehouse would personally go into battle shirtless.

When the two armies are facing each other, it is admirable to see the leading general standing behind the army, his deployment and steady command, but the leading general taking the lead, wielding his sword, standing in front of the army and leading thousands of troops to cut through the waves, is even more exciting. He followed behind regardless of life and death.

 Two different styles of leading troops, which one is better can only be evaluated by victory.

 But in the current battle situation, Tang Dao undoubtedly made the most correct choice.

　　If a general is willing to sacrifice his life, how can his subordinates dare to sacrifice their lives?

The moment Tang Dao and Lei Xiong were bombarded by machine guns and infantry artillery, they carried the MG34 machine gun with a shorter barrel to the first floor of the warehouse.

 That is the most dangerous position in the warehouse but also the best shooting area. To be precise, it is the best area for shooting infantry.

The most powerful heavy firearm in the warehouse is naturally the machine gun. With a flat-firing range of up to 2,500 meters, there can be no living person in the trajectory of the machine gun. If it hits it, it will be smashed and killed.

 However, the rate of fire of the machine gun is too slow.

If a hundred soldiers who are not afraid of death form a semicircle and charge towards the machine gun within a distance of 50 meters, the machine gun can clear out a bullet board and kill five or six people at most, and it is basically over.

 But that is what I most want to see as the world’s first high-rate general-purpose machine gun.

With a maximum rate of fire of 1,000 rounds per minute, the MG34 is not afraid of intensive charges, as long as there are enough bullets on its belt.

 The barrel can be replaced in as little as three seconds. If two or more MG34s cooperate with each other, the flow of sprayed bullets can be almost uninterrupted.

 The Czech-style light machine gun with a 20-round magazine and the Maxim heavy machine gun with a cloth belt are a few steps ahead of its big brother "Hitler's Chainsaw" in terms of sustained firepower output.

As the Japanese infantry kept crawling and getting closer and closer to the warehouse, Tang Dao stood in front of the left wing window on the first floor and kicked out two sandbags on one side of the shooting pile, expanding the shooting range by one-third. , covering almost half of the frontal battlefield.

 “Sir.” The corners of Erya’s eyes twitched slightly as she followed closely behind.

Although you have become accustomed to your own superior's unique fighting style, don't behave like that reckless man like Captain Lei! The shooting pile is so big that, not to mention bullets, Japanese grenade grenades can be thrown at it.

The signal soldier was right. Lei Xiong, who was on the other side of the window shooting stack 40 meters away, almost made the same move, expanding his shooting range by one-third.

"Stop talking nonsense, bring me the bullet box!" Tang Dao gave a rare glance at his signal soldier. "Are Niu Er, Yang Xiaoshan and the others in place?"

“If I am killed by the Japanese cold gunners and grenade launchers, remember to go find trouble with a few of them, and don’t mess around here!” Tang Dao said while placing the MG34 machine gun’s bracket on the shooting stack.

"Bah! Bah! Don't remember what gods and ghosts are saying when a child talks!" Erya said with a worried look on his face as he knocked three times on the logs of the fortification.

“The little kid didn’t learn anything else, but he learned a lot of feudal superstition!” Erya’s series of actions made Tang Dao couldn’t help but laugh.

But there was a slight warmth in his heart, which reminded him of his mother doing the same thing when he was a child, but instead of knocking on wood, she knocked on his head.

"Sir, what can I do for you?" Erya was not annoyed when Tang Dao called him a brat, and leaned close to Tang Dao's side, asking for a fight in a low voice. Tang Dao looked at the opened bullet box and the metal bullet chain that had already been loaded with bullets, and said: "Just help me hold the bullet belt, don't let my gun jam."

“Also, lower your head, the bullet casing is very hot.” ​​Tang Dao had already turned over and entered the fighting position, looked forward, and continued to explain.

Tang Dao's tone was very gentle, just like an elder brother telling his younger siblings to be careful when playing, but Erya, who was squatting beside him and lowered her head in compliance with the instructions, for some reason, at that moment, the hairs all over her body stood up.

 That was murderous intent, coming from the strongest individual soldier of this era!

Tang Dao's hand was not a rifle or a submachine gun, but a high-speed machine gun that would be in service for the next forty years. It had been connected to the machine gun's bullet belt, but it had been loaded with nearly 1,500 rounds of ammunition.

 1,500 rounds of bullets will be fired from the muzzle in about two minutes, and it will be done by a machine gun. What kind of scene will it look like?

 I’m afraid, 99.9% of people have never seen it in their lives.

Erya, who lowered his head after listening to the order, actually did not see this grand scene. He had to hold on to the metal ammunition belt to ensure that the Tang Dao machine gun would not jam.

 However, he saw it with his own eyes as bullet casings fell to the ground like raindrops.

With such a large amount of bullets, it was hard for Erya to imagine that there was only one machine gun shooting around him, and it was a bit boring, 'Puff, puff, puff! ’ The sound of shooting is different from the crisp Czech style, and it is also different from the roar of the Maxim heavy machine gun that can shock people’s eardrums, but it is definitely more heart-stopping.

Of course, compared with Erya who relied solely on feeling, the Japanese infantry who were never more than 60 meters away from the MG34 machine gun had a thorough understanding of the horror of the so-called high rate of fire.

 A great man once said: Without practice, there is no right to speak. Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

When the Japanese infantry arrived only about 30 meters away from the warehouse, as the rear siren sounded, the prostrate Japanese sergeant raised his rifle and pointed the sun flag forward.

 This is the signal to charge.

It’s just that the Japanese don’t know that the Chinese in the future have an Internet saying: Don’t set up flags blindly if nothing happens.

That is all summed up by the vast number of netizens based on their **** life experiences, just like the ancient proverbs respected by Westerners.

At the moment when the Japanese infantry got up, rifled flat-end, and rushed four to five meters, they just entered the acceleration stage.

The shooting sound of "Puff, puff, puff" suddenly sounded, like a dull knife cutting linen, and the space in front of him seemed to be torn apart by a fiery red whip.

 Yes, that's not called a rain of bullets, it should be called a whip.

 A fiery red whip composed of bullets, a terrible whip, like a sickle in the hand of death, harvesting back and forth.

 What the God of Death reaps is naturally human life.

 There are many people who are shot on the battlefield, but it does not mean that they will die if they are shot.

 As long as you don’t hit a vital point on the spot, if you are lucky enough to have the opportunity for surgery, and God loves you so much that you can resist bacterial infection, more than 30% of people can still see the sun in the future.

Most of the soldiers who died on the battlefield were actually killed by artillery fire. The consequences of being hit by the terrible shock wave were actually far more terrifying than bullets that seemed to cause **** wounds.

Post-war statistics from both world wars have proven that the proportion of soldiers killed by shelling was much higher than that killed by bullets.

This actually stimulated the artillery doctrine that would dominate China's military circles for fifty years in the future. In fact, only those who have experienced the Anti-Japanese War and the ice and snow battle in northern China know the horror of the king of land warfare.

Most of the comrades who survived were killed in the overwhelming artillery fire of their opponents, and they were always at a disadvantage, almost using their flesh and blood to fight against the endless steel of their opponents.

 But this law has been completely broken today.

It turns out that there is also a kind of machine gun, which can cause casualties to dense charging formations, and even some artillery can only shoot behind them.

 (End of this chapter)