Several young men of the Yang family have died in the battle. Perhaps no one thought before they died that their cowardly younger brother who survived to the end would become the protagonist of a battlefield.
In the history of the Four Lines group battles, such a small battlefield involving only 50 people was recorded at considerable length. Because of its brutality, it definitely belongs in the top ten of the hundreds of battlefields that the Four Lines Group has experienced since its birth.
From the moment the figure of the first Japanese soldier jumped out, Yang Bicheng's finger was already ready to pull the trigger.
However, he forced himself to hold it back.
He is betting on human nature, the Japanese people's humanity.
Tang Tuanzuo once said when giving a lecture in the precision shooter training class that to be a good sniper, one must not only possess the precise shooting skills that can be achieved through hard training, but also maintain a calm enough mind at all times.
It’s not about how well you can observe the environment, terrain and camouflage. The most important thing is that you have to learn to know what your enemy is thinking.
Mind arithmetic! When masters of the same level compete against each other, the one who laughs in the end will definitely not be the one with stronger body, but the one with sharper mind. That is the basis of human beings as the spirit of all things.
As a veteran, the Japanese soldier would never expose himself to danger easily. When the Japanese army test-fired two grenades in succession and both exploded more than ten meters away from him, Yang Bicheng knew that he had made the right bet.
Such a loose grenade shooting level is definitely not the level of that veteran grenade shooter.
The prey has not appeared yet.
Therefore, the Japanese grenadier who had exhausted all his traps died.
In order to eliminate the biggest threat to the top of the mountain, Yang Bicheng took the risk and fired two shots to kill him completely. However, the slightly inferior Japanese ammunition hand was by no means a decoration. Through test firing, the Japanese soldier could almost guarantee that he would reach 2 meters.
The accuracy is enough for a grenade with an attack range of several square meters.
After finishing shooting, Yang Bicheng did not sit still and wait for death. After pulling the trigger, without even checking his results, he picked up the gun, jumped out of the bunker, and crawled into a bush three or four meters away from the position on the top of the mountain.
It is a very dangerous position. Not only the Japanese infantry can shoot, but also machine guns can shoot. However, it is the most effective position to avoid grenades. Instead of waiting to be killed by grenades, it is better to take a gamble.
Sure enough, the next second, the position where Yang Bicheng had been was shrouded in gunpowder smoke. The Japanese deputy shooter fired three rounds of grenades in retaliation, blowing up the surrounding ten square meters and sending rocks, branches and leaves flying everywhere.
The Japanese machine gunners and infantrymen over there looked at the Chinese soldier who jumped out of the bunker from a distance. Naturally, they were not polite. The crazy bullets beat the bushes here like a violent storm.
"I'm your boss!" The old abacus, who witnessed all this, his eyes instantly became bloodshot. He lay on the sandbags with a submachine gun and fired at the Japanese infantry at the bottom of the mountain to suppress the Japanese infantry's crazy shooting in retaliation.
"Brother Chengzi, how are you!" Tudou over there shouted in a hissing voice, and at the same time risking a huge risk, he put his semi-automatic rifle on the sandbag and fired at the Japanese machine gun fire point.
The two Chinese soldiers were also crazy. They didn't care that the machine gun bullets on the opposite side were firing and smoke was rising all around them. The nearest one to them was only half a meter away.
The fierce firepower of the MP28 submachine gun was even stronger than the Type 96 light machine gun within a range of 120 meters. In only five or six seconds, all 32 bullets were fired, and the Japanese soldiers who were shooting on the hillside were successfully knocked down again.
Tudou's semi-automatic rifle with excellent performance, range, accuracy and continuous fire speed also posed a slight threat to the Japanese machine gun firepower. Even if the Japanese machine gunners tried their best at this moment, they were obviously not yet fully ready to fight with a Chinese
Riflemen prepare for shooting.
A light machine gun fired only one long burst and then misfired, not being killed but apparently missing.
In terms of courage duel, two Chinese soldiers completely defeated the more powerful Japanese army.
This mentality may be similar to the popular Chinese mentality of "three monks have no food to eat". The more people there are, the more they will think about making others sacrifice to achieve their own achievements.
Unlike the three Chinese soldiers on the battlefield, they have nothing to worry about after killing more than a dozen Japanese soldiers. Ben has come back long ago. Killing one more Japanese soldier will be a net profit!
There was a familiar gunshot.
One of the Japanese machine guns that was still firing fiercely suddenly went out.
The precise shooter who had eliminated the greatest threat showed with the end of the Japanese soldier's life that he was not just running for his life, his gun was more of a threat than the venomous snake in the bushes.
What's more, the Japanese shooter with a Type 96 machine gun with a machine gun mount over 30 centimeters really raised his chest so high that it was more conspicuous than a paper target. And then, he shot with great joy. If he didn't die, who would die?
"Ningzi is fine, Tudou, don't be impulsive. Suppress the Japanese machine gun and help Chengzi return to the position." Old Abacus shouted at Tudou while loading bullets into the long magazine as fast as possible.
In one battle, the MP28 submachine gun issued to the infantry squad of the Fourth Line Regiment was equipped with a 32-round long magazine and four 20-round short magazines, and an additional 120 rounds of ammunition.
Lao Abacus carried three long magazines, four short magazines and 150 rounds of ammunition this time, which was seriously excessive. However, in just a few minutes of firefight, he had already finished all three long magazines and three
The short magazine, with only the last 20-round magazine left, was completely insufficient to suppress a Japanese infantry charge.
He must and can only press the bullet into the long magazine as quickly as possible. Otherwise, without the fire suppression of the submachine gun, Tudou's semi-automatic rifle and Yang Bicheng's single-shot rifle cannot completely suppress the Japanese charge. The Japanese army can't suppress it at any time.
All may be close to the distance where grenades can be thrown.
At that time, it will be the end of the three of them!
He would not be able to fire again for at least half a minute. During this half minute, not only was Yang Bicheng in danger among the rocks and grass beneath the position, but it was also the most dangerous time in the entire position.
Tudou didn't answer, but the continuous gunfire answered for him.
At this time, the semi-automatic rifle showed the power of its rate of fire. It fired ten rounds of bullets in ten seconds, which made the Japanese army dare not engage in any "onboard charge". The psychological makeup of the dead Taoist friends but not the poor Taoists caused them to lose their most precious
An offensive opportunity.
If they were willing to pay the price of more than five people being shot and killed, there would be no need to light a fire on the hilltop position at this time, and it would be filled with smoke. The grenades thrown by a dozen people would be enough to blow up the small hilltop position into a mess.
However, even so, as the firepower of the position on the top of the mountain suddenly weakened, the Japanese army fought back while desperately climbing up. The closest Japanese army to the position was no more than 30 meters away.
Yang Bicheng's gun fired again, and another Japanese machine gunner fell to the ground, but what followed was a hail of bullets hitting his hiding place.
Both the deputy shooter who took over the machine gun from the dead shooter and the last two grenade launchers fired and bombarded Yang Bicheng's position desperately.
The Japanese army was not just out for revenge, but also to save their own lives. They actually knew very well that the biggest threat to them on the battlefield was not the submachine gunner, but this sharpshooter with accurate marksmanship.
In just these few minutes, the sharpshooter fired no more than six shots, but four of them, including the noble Army center left, were killed and one was injured. The hit rate was as high as 100%. They might lose their lives just like their companions at some point.
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Killing him will not only save your life, but you will also be able to attack the position faster so that everyone can escape easily.
Driven by such a mentality, 80% of the Japanese army's firepower was swept towards the area where Yang Bicheng was. Branches, leaves, soil, and gravel were flying everywhere! It was so difficult for the Chinese soldiers hiding among them. I don't know what kind of weapons they used.
Only through tactical evasion can you avoid this hail of bullets.
But Yang Bicheng didn't move.
It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he can't move.
There was blood all over his body.
Although he jumped out of the bunker before the grenade exploded, only Yang Bicheng knew that although the Japanese assistant shooter was worse, he was not an idiot after all, and his third grenade was not in vain.
A piece of grenade shrapnel was embedded in his back.
But this was not the main injury that caused him to lose his ability to maneuver. What really made him sit here was a bloody hole in his thigh. It was a masterpiece of the Japanese machine gun. The caliber of the 6.5mm bullet was not large, but the damage value was
Full.
The scariest thing about a wound as big as the mouth of a shot glass is not the excruciating pain and loss of mobility. Instantaneous massive blood loss can quickly take away a person's life.
The grenade exploded six or seven meters away, and the hail of bullets sent rubble flying around. Yang Bicheng, who was forced to huddle behind the temporary bunker after being fired, used all his strength to tear open his pants and tie them tightly around his thighs.
I tied a hemostatic bag, shook my head, which was dizzy due to the sudden massive blood loss, and tried my best to look down the mountain.
On the position, only Tudou's semi-automatic rifle was firing. Although squad leader Abacus's submachine gun had fierce firepower, the large number of empty magazines and the need to reload bullets created a short-term fire vacuum.
The Japanese army was getting closer and closer to the position, and even Yang Bicheng could clearly see the ferocious brows under their helmets.
The Japanese army's three light machine guns, which have already killed two main shooters, are still roaring, and the two grenade launchers are still firing. Although they are being restrained by themselves now, once the Japanese army approaches 20 meters, they can throw grenades upwards.
At such a distance, even if his brothers from the old Yang family in the sky were fully protected, and their marksmanship was as good as gods, and the bullets would not miss, they would only be able to kill ten people at most, and the remaining seven or eight Japanese soldiers would be the death of all of them.
After all, someone has to die first!
The figure of my cousin walking out of the queue and walking towards the truck cab once again appeared in my mind, and a glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the once timid young man.
Finally, he could catch up with his brother. When he met him on the road, he could say to him: "Brother, I didn't disgrace you guys."
The only regret is that no one can take care of them in their old age. The sparkling glint in Yang Bicheng's eyes slid down and flowed down his cheeks to the corners of his mouth. It was salty, a bit like the blood he shed when he carried his brother's body.
smell.
Just remembering my parents, my soft eyes became firm.
"Squad leader, remember to record it for me and see how many I can kill." Yang Bicheng roared, placed the gun on the stone, and aimed his eyes at the scope.
When three machine guns fired wildly at his fighting position, this precise marksman who had always just lurked and fired cold shots chose to confront them head-on, facing the three machine guns.
There was no time, there was no time for the position he wanted to hold, and there was no time for his body that was constantly bleeding and getting weak.
What he can do now is to see who kills whom first. Will he be hit by a machine gun bullet first, or will he blow the enemy's head off with a single shot?
Just like the duel between ancient European knights, if death is inevitable, then you must die on the way to charge, and you must insert the sharp spear tip into the enemy's chest before dying.
Perhaps, the precise shooter is not as powerful as the king of the forest who makes all beasts weak with his roar. The soldier lying on the hill is more like a lone wolf guarding his companions. Facing the powerful enemies surrounding him,
Still baring his bloodshot fangs unruly.
At that moment, the precise shooter seemed to have forgotten the bullets flying by his ears. One bullet even passed by the temples that were not covered by his helmet. His earlobes felt the heat of the metal bullets, and the smell of burning hair came from his nose.
Death seems to be the next moment, and the ferocious face of the God of Death seems to be so close.
But none of this stopped the precision shooter from keeping still, looking at the scope, putting the Japanese machine gunner's head into the sight, and pulling the trigger.
His eyes were brighter than ever, and his hands were more steady than ever.
One shot, one person killed.
Two shots, the machine gun stopped.
Blood flowers bloomed one after another in the valley, and at the same time, they also bloomed on Yang Bicheng.
The 6.5mm bullet hit his arm, exploding the flesh and blood, revealing white bone stubble.
As if it was not his own body, the precision shooter was like a sculpture being dismantled, still motionless.
When one arm couldn't move, he held the gun butt between his cheek and shoulder socket, moved the muzzle of the gun, and with his only good arm, he pulled the bolt with difficulty, turned to the next target, and fired again firmly.
Five consecutive shots emptied Yang Bicheng's magazine.
All three Japanese machine guns misfired, and all four shooters died. The only deputy shooter survived, but escaped. Before Yang Bicheng could take aim at him, he dropped the machine gun and ran away, running frantically toward the forest behind him.
, leaving his companion behind.
He had never seen such crazy infantrymen, who dared to face the fire of three machine guns and shoot at them, and killed four people in a row.
Five shots, four people!
What frightened the Japanese army was not only his extremely accurate marksmanship, but also, would he not die? Three machine guns fired at least 60 bullets during the exchange of fire. How did he avoid the bullets?
60 bullets! Even if it only hits one-tenth, that’s still 6 bullets. Is it possible that the power of the Empire’s 6.5 mm caliber warhead is already so unbearable?
But they obviously tested it in the countryside of China. Let alone people, even a strong buffalo would collapse after being shot several times.
But why, the Chinese shooter was not only still alive, but he also successfully shot several of his companions.
At that moment, under the shadow of death, the Japanese shooter who gave up the dignity of the Imperial Japanese Army had almost a hundred thousand reasons in his mind.
He can't figure it out!
The distance of more than 200 meters made it difficult for the Japanese shooter to see the appearance of his opponent. If he could see clearly, he would not be so confused.
Their opponents also cannot avoid bullets.
Or to be more precise, he didn't intend to avoid it.
At this time, the Chinese soldier was already a bloody man.
The calculations made by the Japanese soldiers who escaped were not wrong. Not counting the shrapnel and penetrating wounds from the grenade hit earlier, Yang Bicheng was shot a total of four times.
He was hit in the head by a bullet, but the rounded corners of the helmet fortunately helped him bounce away, leaving only deep bullet marks on the helmet. The looser helmet strap provided enough cushioning to protect the cervical spine, leaving only the dizziness caused by the violent impact.
It's the least serious injury.
The left arm was shot once, and the kinetic energy of the 6.5mm bullet broke the arm bone, exposing white bone stubble. It could only be considered a serious injury, at least it would not lead to death in a short time.
But the two blood holes on his right chest showed that if the bleeding was not stopped quickly, even if the aorta was not hit, the bleeding alone would kill him.
After emptying all the bullets in the gun chamber, Yang Bicheng, who could hardly see anything clearly due to the severe pain throughout his body, vaguely heard the familiar roar of the Japanese light machine gun. He exhaled hard and held the gun in with one hand.
In his arms, his whole body went limp and he fell on his back.
"Nariko! Where are you bastards? Why don't you climb up here quickly?" Old Abacus's roar sounded on the battlefield, and the sound of the MP28 submachine gun also roared again.
The familiar sound of the Liao-made thirteen-bolt rifle no longer sounded like before, which made the veteran feel panic.
'Monitor! I'm sorry, I can't attend your wedding, but I can still afford red envelopes for the children. If possible, my pension and bonus should be enough, no matter how many more children you have.
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Auntie, Xiao Chengzi was wrong. I didn’t protect you with all my life at that time. But now, I have taken the lives of ten little devils and Xiao Chengzi to apologize to you. Don’t cry. Please lay my life on my grave.
Smile before me and let me see your beauty again!'
Yang Bicheng, who was lying on his back, feeling his eyes getting darker and darker, had a relieved smile on his face.
No one knows that after so many years, the nightmare of that day has never disappeared from his life.
But now, he finally used his own life and the life of the Japanese to redeem himself.
I never thought that death could be so beautiful.
Perhaps all his previous bravery was just waiting for this day!
