"Well." Tang Cheng, who poked his head out of the bunker, was forcefully pulled back to the bunker by a big hand. He heard a few "swish, swish, swish" sounds, and a string of bullets passed by Tang Cheng's helmet. "You don't want your life."
"The person who pulled Tang Cheng back was Zhou Fu, who had been warned by Liu Yangyang. This money-hungry guy was glaring at Tang Cheng fiercely. Tang Cheng, who was lying in the bunker, was stunned. Zhou Fu was stunned.
Then he grinned.
"Boy, this is our first line of defense. It's not your way to observe the enemy's situation. If you stick your head out like this, you will definitely be beaten to death by the kid. You really think that the guy in the kid's hand is a fire stick." Zhou
Fu's words made Tang Cheng feel a little ashamed. The string of bullets that had just flown past his head made him have to admit that what Zhou Fu said made sense. "You should look at the Japanese like this when you look at the enemy." Zhou Fu quickly moved his head against the bunker.
He leaned out, glanced forward, and immediately retracted his head: "That's it, just take a glance. Don't stick out and stare like you did just now, you could easily die."
The shouts of the officers came from the position. The soldiers who survived the Japanese artillery fire began to pull the bolts of their guns and prepare for the battle. The veterans in the trenches had already been prepared, and everyone was staring closely in front of them.
The dispersing smoke is swirling, waiting for the enemy to emerge from it at any time.
"Boom! Boom!..." Suddenly there was a sound of piercing the sky above the head, and the Japanese mortars began to attack. This sound sounded safe to everyone, and the impact point was far away. As long as they huddled in the trench, they would be safe.
It's okay. But it would be bad if there is a "hiss, hiss" sound above your head. It is a shell falling on your head. At this time, even if you jump to other places, it is very dangerous, because you may hit other people while avoiding the mortar shells.
Cannonball shrapnel.
"Boom! Boom!..." The position exploded into a piece, and gunpowder smoke quickly filled the air, blurring everyone's vision. The crawling Japanese soldiers almost stepped on the explosive spot and rushed upward. The strong Japanese soldiers moved
The speed was so fast that the Japanese soldiers who rushed out of the smoke were too fast to aim. "Grenade, throw the grenade." Liu Yangyang's voice rang out from the position, and a dozen black things were thrown out with great force.
A series of explosions immediately sounded outside the trenches and positions.
"Boom!" There was an explosion, and at least two Japanese soldiers were knocked down. Tang Cheng felt a pain in his arm. Throwing four grenades in a row already made his arm sore. The obstruction of gunpowder smoke and dust on the battlefield made Tang Cheng
It was impossible to see the enemy clearly. He was completely chasing the muzzle flash from the opposite side and firing based on his feeling. The entire position was caught in a fierce battle. Zhou Fu, who had saved him once, had gone to nowhere. No one was here to teach.
His fighting skills can only be relied on by Tang Cheng himself.
Under Liu Yangyang's arrangement, the soldiers of the first battalion who were placed in the first trench did not rush out to fight with bayonets as before, but continued to hide in the trenches. This made the Japanese army very uncomfortable. Many rushed to the edge of the trenches
The Japanese soldiers were knocked down by the machine guns deployed by the first battalion in the second trench. The Japanese machine gunners at the rear were unable to suppress the Chinese light machine gunners due to the terrain, so they had to move their positions forward in a hurry, but in
Under constant bombardment from the opponent's grenade launchers, the Japanese machine gunners could not clearly see their firing range.
After the volley of guns on the "Grenade" position, there was a round of grenades thrown together. Dozens of grenades exploded, knocking over a large area of the Japanese army that rushed forward. The scattered shrapnel made the Japanese attack rhythm abrupt.
It was disrupted. "Fire, fire." While the remaining Japanese soldiers were stunned by the grenades, the light and heavy machine guns of the first battalion fired a salvo. The dense rain of bullets completely wiped out the morale of the Japanese soldiers, who were wrapped in khaki military uniforms.
The corpses of Japanese soldiers instantly covered the front of the already charred position.
Tang Cheng also fired in response to the advancing salvo. The first shot missed, and the second shot hit the target. Tang Cheng could even clearly see the blood mist spurting out from the back of the Japanese soldier he was targeting. The position was clear.
The sky was still filled with gunpowder smoke and dust clouded his eyes. This time, Tang Cheng did not feel dizzy, scared or nervous; he could even judge the approximate distance of the Japanese from the vague figure through the gray mist.
"Hiss!" sounded above his head. Tang Cheng quickly ran two steps to the side and jumped to the ground. "Boom!" There was a loud noise behind him, and he could clearly feel the shock wave hitting his legs and feet like a shaped object, and his back.
There was a moment of paralysis, and the whole person was pushed against the trench wall by the air wave, and then the overwhelming scorching sand storm came down and hit the body with burning pain.
Trying his best to hold his breath, and waiting for two or three bursts of hot air to rush through, Tang Cheng pressed against the trench wall, slowly exhaled the turbid air in his chest, and took a long breath of still very hot air; he stretched his legs and feet, and
He slowly recovered from the paralysis, shook his body a few times to shake off the dust, and confirmed that he was not seriously injured. Then he bent his body and rushed towards the original fighting position to see that the grenades and spare bullets he left there were still there.
Then he raised his head and glanced outside the trench as Zhou Fu had demonstrated.
The smoke on the battlefield was choking, but Tang Cheng actually found that he seemed to like the smell a little bit. In this semi-suffocating smell, he felt dizzy, as if he was sick, which made him know
I couldn't help but think of Robert. That time he had a high fever. He was lying on the bed, completely weak and drowsy. Robert gave him pills and stayed with him all the time. He also sang to him the tunes that cowboys like, saying that music is therapeutic.
The fever was effective, and then it was Robert's big hand that held his until he fell asleep.
"The devil's iron bastards are coming up" suddenly rang out, and Tang Cheng woke up from his memories. Through the still turbid air, he could vaguely see the Japanese tanks in front, less than two hundred meters away from the position.
Mi. The Japanese tanks were slowly turning their turrets, and fired a shot aimlessly. They did not dare to rush directly. Otherwise, they would easily be destroyed by the life-threatening attack of the lurking Chinese infantry.
"Da da da da da da" The Maxim heavy machine gun of the 1st Battalion opened fire, and a barrage visible to the naked eye rushed towards the Japanese tank that was slowly approaching the 1st Battalion's position. The barrage hit the Japanese tank.
Sparks burst out like fireworks. "Ha, the little devil's iron bastard has stopped moving." After the suffocating silence, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the position of the first battalion, and a whole line of bullets was fired by the Maxim heavy machine gun.
The chain of Japanese tanks obviously stopped moving, but while everyone was cheering, no one noticed that the Japanese tanks that were supposed to be lying down were slowly rotating their turrets.
With a muffled sound of "Boom!", suffocating flames burst out in the first battalion's position. The Japanese tank that should have been destroyed by the Maxim heavy machine gun opened fire, hitting the first battalion's heavy machine gun position.
The machine gunner who was praised by everyone disappeared into the smoke together with his heavy machine gun.
Tang Cheng didn't even know how he rushed up. He just followed everyone and rushed out of the bunker with bayonets in his hands. The Japanese counterattack suddenly overwhelmed the Japanese attack. The thirty or forty remaining Japanese soldiers who were in despair were not there yet.
After recovering from the explosion of the grenade, he stumbled and was killed by the Chinese soldiers like melons and vegetables. The Japanese tank that destroyed a battalion of heavy machine guns could not escape and turned into scrap metal.
As a result, it was hit by at least three bundles of cluster grenades and turned into a large fireball.
"Kill!" The rifle in Tang Cheng's hand stabbed forward. The bayonet on the rifle penetrated the chest of a Japanese soldier who was staggering up from the ground. Blood spurted all over him. Tang Cheng finally completed the first face-to-face confrontation in his life.
Assassination, but he vomited it out immediately. The Japanese counterattack crashed directly into the Japanese attacking team. Among the many counterattacking Japanese soldiers, the guys from the second company were the most fierce, with a fierce pockmarked face and left hand.
With a speed machine and a big knife in his right hand, he rushed into the Japanese army like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep. He slashed with his gun and sword, knocking down a group of Japanese soldiers in front of him in the blink of an eye.
"Kill!" The counter-charging Japanese troops were fighting in a melee with the attacking Japanese troops. Both sides fell into a state of selfless madness. Everyone was trading life for life. They didn't care about the bayonet stabbing themselves at all, and only knew how to kill the opponent.
In close combat, almost everyone in the second company had a speed machine, which obviously came in handy. Carrying short guns, they didn't know why the Japanese army had to withdraw the bullets from the gun chamber when stabbing, but this was not enough for them.
They are a good opportunity.
More than a dozen guns fired at close range caused more and more Japanese to fall. By the time the Japanese army noticed the black move of the Second Company, this wave of Japanese attacks had been completely defeated, with more than half of the Japanese casualties.
They had no choice but to retreat hastily. The Japanese army retreated, and the tyrannical attack was repelled by an even more tyrannical counterattack. Tang Cheng, who had used up two pistol magazines one after another, felt exhausted and hurriedly crawled back to his home on hands and feet.
In the bunker.
The Japanese army was repulsed, and the Japanese soldiers who participated in the counterattack were extremely weak. The soldiers of the first battalion who retreated into the trenches were all silent, but the thick layer of plaster on the faces of everyone on the position was covered with dust.
White streaks of tears flowed out. The attacking Japanese army was the size of a squadron, and a battalion with a smaller number than the enemy fought back with a single attack. Everyone in the first battalion wanted to burst into tears.
Everyone in the First Battalion was filled with joy. Only their acting battalion commander, Liu Yangyang, was frowning. If the counterattack just now had not been attended by the dozens of speed machines from the Second Company, I am afraid that the people who rushed out of the First Battalion would have fallen.
More than the next half, even so, a battalion of more than 150 people has already suffered more than 40 casualties. If this kind of battles continue a few more times, I am afraid that a battalion will become a platoon, and I, the acting battalion commander, will become
The first major platoon leader in the history of the ** war.