"Quick, occupy the position and cover the main attacking force crossing the bridge!"
Fujita Hikaru held a submachine gun in his hand and rushed to the shore first. The clothes on his body were soaked through, and water dripped down, and soon gathered into small streams, but he didn't even look at it.
The members of Nobunaga's special attack team jumped out of the river, rushed onto the river embankment like wolves, and then jumped into the position of the third squad. They turned the muzzles of several machine guns and pointed them at the positions of other squads on both sides.
Click, click, click, the sound of the Czech light machine gun and the Maxim heavy machine gun rang out, and then the bullets were sprayed on Zheng Zeshi and the others on the opposite side. In an instant, they had the upper hand. These special attack team members shot very accurately, which was obviously not comparable to the Chinese army.
, although there were only twenty or thirty men, they suppressed the positions of the first and second squads on both sides, leaving them lying in the trenches unable to raise their heads.
Zheng Zeshi was anxious. He knew that it wouldn't take long for the Japanese to break out from the bridge where the firepower was greatly weakened. By then, the position would be over.
After throwing off his shirt, Zheng Zeshi grabbed a few grenades, tied them together with his clothes, then stood up suddenly, turned his body, and threw the grenades towards the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side.
The grenade bundle flew across the open space in front of the position with a whirring wind, and then fell into the position of the third squadron.
"Get out of the way!"
When they saw a bunch of grenades falling and rolling in the trench, the faces of the special attack team members suddenly changed. They shouted, "Bomb, flash!"
More than a dozen people who were close to each other jumped out of the trench to dodge the incoming explosion, while those who were farther away also lowered their bodies to temporarily avoid the flying shrapnel.
For a moment, the sound of gunfire became fainter, and the suppressed soldiers were greatly relieved. They quickly stood up from the trench and raised their guns to shoot.
There was a loud bang, and a large area of Squadron 3's position was destroyed. There was flying dust everywhere, mixed with flying stones, and the dust obscured people's sight.
Zheng Zeshi stood up with a light machine gun. He roared, "Follow me and retake the position." After saying that, he rushed forward from the front.
Behind him, a dozen soldiers stood up and followed with guns in hand, shooting while rushing towards the position of the third squadron.
Although they jumped out at the last moment, two special attack team members were still slightly injured. They didn't bother to bandage their wounds. They raised their submachine guns and fired fiercely, knocking down two soldiers.
Zheng Zeshi roared and rushed forward, but suddenly his right leg seemed to be bitten by something, and he lost consciousness immediately. Without the support of his right leg, his body swayed and fell to the ground.
With a pop, Zheng Zeshi knelt on one knee. He stretched out his hand and found that his palms were covered with blood. He knew that he had been shot, but he frowned and stood up again, using his left leg as a support, still limping.
Turn around and rush forward.
The light machine gun in his hand was spitting out tongues of fire, causing smoke to rise on the opposite position, and someone fell down.
Poof——. A bullet penetrated his left calf again and flew out from the calf, leaving a bloody hole. Now he could no longer stand and turned over and fell to the ground.
"Grandma, I will fight with you!" Zheng Zeshi struggled on the ground to grab the machine gun, leaned on a sandbag and raised the machine gun again.
Ta-ta-ta, the Japanese seemed to be intentionally torturing him. This time the bullets penetrated his shoulders, making him unable to hold the machine gun anymore and he accidentally dropped it to the ground.
His body fell softly to the ground. Although Zheng Zeshi tried his best to support his body, his injured hands and feet made him unable to do what he wanted. He struggled for a long time but failed.
At this time, all the soldiers who followed Zheng Zeshi in the charge were sacrificed in the hands of Nobunaga's special attack team. The Japanese troops on the iron bridge and stone bridge had already crossed the bridge and came to the position of Zheng Zeshi's platoon. It seemed that the position was
I can't hold it any longer.
Sporadic gunshots were still ringing out on the battlefield, as the soldiers still alive were fighting to the death, but they probably wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
There was a flash of figures before his eyes, and two soldiers in special force uniforms suddenly jumped out from behind the dilapidated fortifications and rushed in front of Zheng Zeshi.
After looking at Platoon Leader Zheng, who was seriously injured, the two Japs exchanged glances and said, "End his life." Then they both raised their submachine guns.
"Come on, little devil, I will kill you in the next life." Zheng Zeshi roared and struggled to hold up his severely injured body.
Da da da da, the sound of submachine guns echoed sadly in the night sky!
On both sides of Zheng Zeshi's platoon are the positions of the first and second platoons respectively. They are a little far away from the Marco Polo Bridge, so they have not been attacked by the Japanese army for the time being.
This attack was not expected by the Japanese army. They believed that the Chinese army did not dare to fight back, so they were so arrogant that the two sides did not gain any advantage at first when they fought.
Hearing the loud gunfire in the Marco Polo Bridge area ahead, the first platoon leader and the second platoon leader were very anxious. They had a good relationship with Zheng Zeshi, and of course they knew the order from the top not to shoot back, so they were in a dilemma.
"Old Zhao, what are you talking about? The little Japs are messing with us in front. We don't even dare to fire our guns. We just watch Zheng Yangan being wiped out by the Japs. We're so damn useless." Er
At this time, the platoon leader and the other platoon leader gathered together to watch the battle ahead.
Both of them were worried about Zheng Zeshi. Not to mention that the Japanese had stationed a large force in the Longwang Temple area on the other side of the river, and they would definitely not be able to defeat them. Even if they defeated the Japanese, they would be charged with disobeying orders from above.
It's definitely very serious. If you cause trouble, you'll be shot.
From this point of view, whether Zheng Zeshi wins or loses, he may not be able to escape a bad fate.
After hearing what the second platoon leader said, the first platoon leader nodded in agreement and sighed, "Old Zheng has such a bad temper. He has gotten into trouble so many times because of this. Otherwise, he would still be a small platoon leader now."
He has already become the group leader."
The second platoon leader patted his head and said, "Granny, it feels really bad to see the Japanese bullying our own people like this."
A platoon leader stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, trying to persuade him, "There is nothing you can do, Old Deng, just be patient. Why do we have superiors above us? Let others take care of it. Just listen to what they say."
The two people stopped talking, and they all watched the battle ahead in silence.
The gunfire gradually stopped, and it seemed that the battle ahead was over.
A sharp-eyed soldier suddenly shouted and pointed at the same time, "Platoon commander, the Japanese plaster flag has been raised on the third row of positions."
"Where is it?" Upon hearing this, the two platoon leaders rushed to the fortifications, picked up their binoculars and looked towards the third platoon's position.
Sure enough, the three rows of military flags had been brought down and replaced by a rising plaster flag.
"Grandma, Lao Zheng is finished!" two people roared.