Chapter 427 The Great Raid: Prelude to the Great War
It turned out that due to nervousness, the soldier in charge accidentally plugged in the wrong wire, causing the power cord of the fully automatic machine gun to be cut off, so it became unresponsive.
Three times, five times and two times, the cord was turned upside down. The monitor fiercely pushed the plug into the jack and howled, "Fire."
A scream sounded outside, and the fully automatic machine gun designed with eighteen barrels opened fire. The bullets flew like locusts toward the Japanese soldiers who were crawling forward.
Under this kind of bullet with an astonishing rate of fire, the Japanese fell down at a speed that could no longer be counted. It was just like harvesting wheat, with one scythe falling into a large area.
In just a few breaths, the mountain road was already covered with corpses of Japanese soldiers. The blood slipped into the sewer along the pre-designed drainage ditch, and then gathered in a barren ravine.
I didn’t expect that the design of Hu Xiaoling was so advanced that I even thought of this.
This machine gun attack stunned all the Japanese. They had never seen a machine gun with such a fast firing speed, and its power was even more amazing. The bullets often penetrated one person and then continued to penetrate the people behind. The most powerful one was
The bullet actually penetrated seven people.
In less than a minute, the first wave of charging troops were completely wiped out. More than a hundred corpses lay scattered on the mountain road, which looked quite spectacular.
The Japanese soldiers behind were all stunned, and their originally high fighting spirit was suddenly extinguished. They never dreamed that there was such a terrifying machine gun. Compared with it, the Type 92 was nothing but a child.
Something like a toy.
The astonishing rate of fire, sharp penetration, and terrifying range made the Japanese feel as if they had seen the scythe of death, chilling them from the heart to the top of their heads.
Ishigani Shinfeng, the captain of the 16th Regiment's First Battalion who was responsible for commanding the attack, couldn't help but swallow his saliva. It wasn't that he was timid, but that this weapon was so terrifying that it made people unable to muster the courage to resist.
"Captain, what should we do?" Several squadron leaders under him all looked at him eagerly.
Ishitani Jinfeng thought for a moment, then waved his hand, "Disperse the formation, let the grenade team cover up from the flanks, and get close to launch an attack."
They believe that although this kind of machine gun is terrifying, it must be controlled by someone. All they need to do is use troops to attract their attention, and then send grenade troops to blow it up.
Unfortunately, he never dreamed that this machine gun was mechanically controlled and could not be deceived.
A dozen Japanese soldiers were used as bait, charging at the machine guns with rifles and shouts. At the same time, two grenadier men quietly covered the fully automatic machine guns from the flanks, trying to launch an attack.
The fully automatic machine gun was not activated this time. The intelligent control system could naturally determine whether to launch an attack based on the number of people who initiated the charge. Of course, these dozen Japs did not have to fish in troubled waters because there were several guns protruding from both sides of the automatic machine gun.
mouth, automatically locked onto the dozen or so Japs, and then fired bullets.
This is a fully automatic sniper rifle matched with a fully automatic machine gun. Although its power has been reduced, it can still hit wherever you point it within a few hundred meters.
Gunshots rang out sporadically, and the dozen or so Japanese soldiers fell to the ground one after another, without even crossing the first cordon. The Japanese grenade launchers on both sides who wanted to touch them all ended up like them.
He fell down halfway.
In this way, the Japanese's second charge was beaten back.
Shigu Jinfeng was about to die of panic. He had already received two orders urging him to strengthen his attack. The headquarters was quite dissatisfied with the lack of intensity of the fighting on his side and believed that such movements would not be able to attract the attention of Hu Xiaoling.
function.
Major General Domon Jiro's order was less concise, but more stern, "At all costs, attract the attention of the enemy in front of you."
At this time, the captain of the 16th Regiment, Du Qiu, had arrived at the forefront to supervise the battle in person. Major General Domon Jiro and the staff put too much pressure on him, so he had to work hard to deal with this situation.
something.
By this time, he was a little thankful that Zenzaburo Hamamoto died, at least he didn't have to be as desperate as he was now.
No matter how hesitant and uneasy he felt, the attack still had to continue. Du Qiu directed his three brigades to continue launching wave after wave of attacks while calling for support from the air force.
Of course, the air force base in Tieling immediately responded to his call and agreed to send twelve aircraft to support him.
These twelve planes were all bombers, each carrying dozens of bombs. If they were all dropped on Huxiaoling, they would be enough to turn the place into a sea of fire.
With such strong support, Captain Du Qiu felt more confident. He waved his command knife and directed his troops to launch a fierce attack.
He really didn't believe it. An onslaught of so many people wouldn't be able to capture the guard of a machine gun. Could it be that if the shooter of this machine gun didn't rest, the machine gun wouldn't get overheated and become useless?
It's a pity that poor Captain Du Qiu didn't know that this machine gun was not controlled by a human at all, but by an intelligent system. There were four of the same fully automatic machine guns, and now only one of them was activated.
People, sometimes you have to have a little fantasy to have the courage to live. Otherwise, I'm afraid it would be over long ago.
Reality gave Captain Du Qiu a hard blow in the head, making him understand what terror meant. In just fifteen minutes, the three brigades under his command now only had one and a half brigades and three captains left.
One of them had already been killed, and the remaining two were wounded.
Under the guard of fully automatic machine guns, and with the mountain road designed to have no blind spots, it was almost impossible for the Japanese to rush through.
Looking at the corpses of soldiers being carried down from the front, Captain Du Qiu almost cried. This was his family fortune, and half of it was gone so quickly.
"Captain, the enemy's firepower was too fierce. It was not a machine gun, it was a God of Death. Our soldiers were knocked down as soon as they rushed up. No one could rush to it." One of the soldiers was hit.
The captain cried and shouted, his voice hoarse.
Du Qiuyang slapped him hard in the face, "Asshole, you are a soldier and a commander. At this time, you should stay calm first. You are crying like this, it really disgraces the face of the Yamato samurai."
The beaten Japanese officer quickly stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from his face, straightened his body suddenly, and responded, "Yes, captain, I know I was wrong."
Du Qiu held the command knife in his hand and said slowly, "Go back now and command your squadron to continue charging. If your team is finished fighting, there will be other teams to attack. If they are all finished, then I will go up personally."
The squadron leader grabbed his command sword and howled at the top of his lungs, "Soldiers of the Third Squadron, charge with me. Charge for the Empire of Japan."
Behind him, the remaining 100 or so soldiers of the 3rd Squadron shouted and launched another charge with their 38 rifles.
Although they knew that this was probably their last charge.