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Chapter 108 Blocking Battle

"Fight, why not fight?" Zhang Long said directly: "We are here just for this fight!"

With that said, Zhang Long picked up the 38 cap and decisively pulled the trigger towards the leading second lieutenant.

"boom!"

The sound of the gunshot was particularly harsh in this place.

A bullet came out immediately, and the leading Japanese second lieutenant immediately fell to the ground, leaving a bloody hole between his eyebrows.

"Beautiful!" Zhao Hu couldn't help shouting, and then said loudly: "Hit me!"

Suolong Mountain suddenly erupted with gunfire.

Hundreds of guns fired at the same time, and the dense bullets dragged out small tail flames and flew towards the Japanese at the foot of the mountain.

The Japs squad was caught off guard, and a dozen of them were knocked down in an instant.

The light machine guns scattered throughout the Suolongshan position began to spit fire at the Japanese soldiers below.

The light machine gun is like a sickle from the autumn harvest, and the little Japs in khaki military uniforms are like the wheat in the wheat field.

Wherever the light machine gun passes, the little devils will fall to the ground one after another.

Although I lost the command of the squad leader.

But the lower-level Jaap officers quickly took over the battle. The Japs squad only rioted for a while and then began to try to counterattack.

I have to say that the Japs were really good at using grenade launchers. Of the dozen or so grenade launchers they fired, they actually hit seven or eight of them.

If it weren't for the strong construction of the positions of the 1st and 3rd Battalions, the light machine guns in the positions would definitely not be able to be defended.

Under a round of grenade bombardment, the firepower of the 1st and 3rd Battalions was temporarily suppressed.

The various units of the Japs at the foot of the mountain also took up positions, set up light and heavy machine guns, and sprayed firepower toward the mountain.

In the Japanese camp, the muzzles of light and heavy machine guns were shining brightly.

The dense machine gun bullets were like rain, pouring towards Suolong Mountain, causing smoke and dust to rise from Suolong Mountain.

Fortunately, the positions constructed by the 1st and 3rd Battalions were relatively high, so the Japanese machine guns could not accurately lock on to the target.

The grenades began to try to bomb the positions on the mountain, and for a while, the entire Suolong Mountain was shrouded in gunpowder smoke.

There were even brave Japanese soldiers who wanted to take advantage of the temporary weakening of firepower on the mountain and launch a forceful charge.

However, these Japanese soldiers were sieved by machine guns, and their bodies rolled down the slope.

then.

More and more Japanese soldiers began to try to attack the high ground, and they saw densely packed Japanese soldiers at the foot of the mountain.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu also felt a little sour in their teeth.

If these devils are allowed to support us, I'm afraid our regiment leader will be in trouble.

"Give me a machine gun!" Zhang Long shouted at the top of his lungs.

As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier ran over with a machine gun in his hand.

Zhang Long took the machine gun and decisively pulled the trigger towards the attacking Japanese soldiers below. A tongue of flame suddenly trailed from the muzzle of the machine gun.

In an instant, Zhang Long mopped up four or five Japanese soldiers.

Immediately, he noticed a Japanese soldier standing on the slope, aiming a grenade with a thief.

"You stupid little devil, you still want to beat me?" Zhang Long immediately realized that the devil's grenade hand wanted to blow himself up.

Zhang Long fired several short bursts at the Japs below, and once again knocked down the Japs soldiers at the front.

Then, Zhang Long decisively turned his gun and fired a long burst at the Japanese grenade hand.

A dense barrage of machine gun bullets immediately poured towards his chest, leaving several dense bullet holes in his chest.

As soon as the Japs let go of the grenade, the shell just slipped into the chamber.

There was a muffled "boom" sound, a ball of fire flashed from the muzzle, and the shell aimed at a Japanese machine gunner on the slope and flew away.

"Boom~" There was an explosion, and the Japanese machine gunner was blown to pieces, leaving only the light machine gun on the ground that was blown to pieces.

When Zhang Long saw this scene, he immediately became happy.

Immediately, he aimed again at the charging Japanese soldiers below, wildly pouring bullets from his guns.

Not long after, a pile of bullet casings gathered at Zhang Long's feet.

Fortunately, the machine gun company prepared a lot of magazines before the war, and there was even a soldier beside Zhang Long to help him press machine gun bullets.

Seeing how powerful the light machine gun was, Zhao Hu also ordered a light machine gun and guarded another position.

"Little devil, come up here and see how I fuck your mother!" Zhang Long opened fire while spitting out the fragrance.

The little Japs who were charging fell down in rows and rolled down the slope. The corpses of the Japs lay scattered on the slope, covering the charging road.

Under the intensive firepower from the mountaintop position, the little Japanese still did not want to give up and tried his best to get closer to the mountaintop position.

They took out grenades one after another, pulled out the fuses, and wanted to throw them into the position. In order to prevent the grenades from exploding prematurely, these Japanese soldiers stopped warming up.

But this group of Japanese soldiers forgot one thing. The location they were on was on a slope. Once they missed their target, they would blow themselves up.

This is indeed the case.

Basically, if the enemy throws ten grenades, if one can hit the target, it is considered good.

The grenades thrown by the Japanese rolled down the slope one after another. The men of the 1st and 3rd Battalions were not hit by the bombs, but their own people were knocked around by the bombs.

After several unsuccessful charges, the Japanese support troops could only leave one to two hundred corpses and hurriedly withdrew from the mountain.

Not long after the Japanese soldiers withdrew.

Their shells followed one after another.

Zhang Long pricked up his ears and listened, and found that at least three shells were aimed at him.

His expression suddenly changed, he decisively picked up the light machine gun and retreated, and kicked the deputy shooter to remind him.

The deputy shooter also reacted very quickly. He immediately followed Zhang Long with the loaded magazine in his arms.

As soon as the two men left their original position and lay down, three deafening explosions suddenly sounded behind them, and they looked at the original position being blown into a mess.

Zhang Long couldn't help but burst out laughing: "You stupid devils still want to kill me, so you guys should be smarter!"

After verbally mocking the little devil a few times, Zhang Long once again chose a position and set up the light machine gun.

"Little devil, come on, come again, come to grandpa, grandpa will treat you to something good!"

The light machine gun in Zhang Long's hand once again opened fire, suppressing the enemy's attack.

Below Suolong Mountain, in the Japanese position.

The Japanese army captain yelled angrily.

Originally, they received an order to arrive at the Zhengtai Railway line within an hour to provide support.

Originally, he had walked many times on the road to Suolong Mountain, which was more than enough in one hour, but he never expected that he would encounter an enemy attack here.

Now more than half an hour has passed, but they are still standing still, and the firepower on the mountain still shows no sign of weakening.

The extremely corrupt Japanese captain immediately sent a telegram to the Kitahara Division, briefly explaining the current situation and requesting support from the division commander.

Anwucheng.

Kitahara Division Headquarters.

"Assholes, they are obviously support troops, but they still send support troops to support them!" Kitharakura yelled angrily.


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