Duanwu touched the guns on his body. Apart from an MP28 submachine gun, he only had a Browning pistol that had been with him for a long time.
This gun was given to him by Cheng Wanli, who died in battle, in front of the Sihang Warehouse.
Cheng Wanli, the major battalion commander of the 87th Division, died protecting the Dragon Boat Festival during the Battle of Changshu.
So every time he looks at this gun, Duan Wu will think of Cheng Wanli.
But in fact, this gun is on the verge of being scrapped. Its rifling is almost flattened. If it were not used by a marksman with excellent marksmanship like Duanwu, I am afraid that this gun would not be able to hit the target thirty meters away.
But even so, Duanwu was not willing to throw away the gun. Moreover, his pistol did not have much ammunition. Except for one magazine in the gun, there was only half a magazine left in the waist pocket of his jacket.
This small amount of bullets is simply not enough to cope with the coming battle.
Looking at Sun Desheng and others, except for Sun Desheng who had a shell gun on his waist, the others were all carrying rifles.
Rifles are not suitable for close combat at all, and especially the little devil's Type 38 rifle. When shooting at close range, especially in a small room, the length of the Type 38 rifle is like a person holding a fire stick.
.Let alone shooting such a firearm, it is very difficult to hold it up and aim.
Although the rifles of Sun Desheng and others are not as long as the rifles of the little devils, they are still long rifles after all, which will also be very inconvenient when fighting indoors.
Thinking of this, Duanwu said: "Brothers, go to the Third Company to get some shell guns and come back. It will be a close combat, long guns are not convenient."
"Melee?"
Before Duanwu finished speaking, Sun Desheng and the four soldiers behind him looked very surprised.
Duanwu said with a smile: "Are we just going to fight the Japs head-on? We will die miserably. Go ahead, I'll give you five minutes to get all the rifles from the Third Company back, including their bullets."
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"yes!"
Sun Desheng responded, then turned around and left. He only came back after walking for ten minutes, holding five shell guns with only about 200 rounds of bullets.
Duanwu looked at the shell guns. Three of them were counterfeited from China. To load the bullet, you had to press it into the gun from above, and the bullet capacity was only ten rounds.
Duanwu asked angrily: "Can this kind of gun be used for fighting? Should we rush in and shoot a few shots, and then tell the Japanese: Little Japanese, let's stop the war temporarily. You wait until I load the bullet, and then we can fight again?"
"hehe!"
Several soldiers around him were actually amused by Duanwu's words.
Duanwu scolded: "Why are you laughing? We are talking about business now. We are here to fight, not to joke with the little devil."
The Dragon Boat Festival is going to be so angry. What is the difference between shooting like this and committing suicide? Moreover, the imitation shell gun has a high failure rate. If the bullet jams when shooting at close range with the Japanese, a life will be lost.
"Special Commissioner? I heard that you are looking for a shell gun? I got two from the second company."
At this moment, Wang Tong ran back. He had gone to assign tasks to various departments, and then heard the officers complain that the special commissioner had taken away all the box cannons, so how could they direct the battle?
This is just complaining, but in fact, can’t you command without a box cannon?
And they definitely don't know that Duanwu doesn't like their guns at all.
Wang Tong brought two more, which were also imitated from China.
There is no magazine. To load the bullet, you have to press the bullet in from above, just like a rifle.
Duanwu sighed, because it was obvious that the Northeast Army was also very poor. Let alone give this piece of shit to him, even if it was given to the soldiers of the Independent Regiment, the soldiers of the Independent Regiment would not want it. The shell guns of the Independent Regiment were all the same. All are made in Germany.
At this time, seeing that Duanwu was not satisfied, Wang Tong thought about it and handed over his gun.
This is a German product that is 80% new, but has been well maintained. I am afraid that among all the shell guns, this gun is the best.
Duanwu had no choice but to use Wang Tong's gun, and the remaining guns were evenly distributed to Sun Desheng and others.
Each person has one German-style shell gun, while two domestic box guns are used alternately.
After the weapons were distributed, Duanwu and Jianji taught Wang Desheng and others a few special combat gestures, and then disappeared into the vast night with the five of them.
Near the east city wall, the Japanese did not set fire to the houses. Perhaps it was because the houses here were too densely packed, or perhaps because the light was too bright for them to hide.
But no matter what the reason was, the houses in Dongcheng did not burn, and only limited moonlight shone on the streets.
The Dragon Boat Festival leads people along the shadows under the moonlight.
The moon was in the northeast, and they were walking to the west of the houses.
There are enough dark shadows under the courtyard wall here to cover them, and as long as they are discovered by the Japanese in the foreign stronghold in the southwest, they will be safe.
With the Dragon Boat Festival gesticulating, everyone moved forward quickly.
But suddenly, a Japanese man opened a flashlight at the window on the east side of the foreign bank and shined it towards the position more than fifty meters in front of the Dragon Boat Festival.
Obviously, although the little devils did not burn down all the houses nearby, they had the same idea. If someone took advantage of the shadow under the moonlight to infiltrate, it would be very possible.
So they would scan with their flashlights every once in a while, or when they heard any suspicious noises, they would take a flashlight and take a look around.
The Japs' machine gunners are on the side of the Japs with electric guns. If they spot an enemy, they will shoot immediately.
I just didn't expect that at this moment, when the kid turned on the flashlight and shined it in the direction of the Dragon Boat Festival, suddenly a bullet flew from the south window and hit the kid with the flashlight in the middle with a bang.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The other Japanese soldiers shouted, but at this moment, bullets hit the bank like raindrops, shattering all the glass on the south side of the bank.
The screams and screams of the Japanese in the foreign bank were endless, and many Japanese who were near the balcony windows were immediately beaten into a hornet's nest.
Perhaps this was the carelessness of the Japanese. They believed that the enemy would definitely be on the streets when they appeared, but little did they know that their enemies had already been lurking at many commanding heights on the south side of Yanghang.
Although the Northeast Army was not sure of the kid's specific location, the kid had just turned on the flashlight. Although the flashlight's light only lasted a moment, this moment was enough for an experienced veteran.
So in just an instant, the machine gun and the rifle cooperated. After a series of shooting, more than a dozen little Japs were dead, and at least seven or eight others were injured.
Of course, after suffering such a big loss, the Japs would never just sit back and wait for death. The Japs officers howled loudly, and after a while, the Japs' machine guns and rifles also started firing, almost in an instant.
, then swept through all the rooftops opposite the south side of the Yangtze Bank, dozens of places where people could hide, and no one was spared! . . .