The veteran was not afraid of the real sound of bullets whizzing by, and even dared to stand upright and shoot.
Because that means the bullet must be at least two meters away from him. When you hear the chirping sound of the bullet, you should immediately lie down and move your position, because that means the bullet is already very close to you. If the real bullet is
If it flies ten centimeters above the top of your scalp, there will be a long burn scar at least two fingers wide on the entire top of your head. /Very Literary/
Lao Shanxi was doing a life-threatening job with his head in the rain of bullets. After going back and forth, Lao Shanxi was annoyed to find the disconnected place less than fifteen meters away from Fang Zishan's hiding place.
While muttering that he had caused me to run so far and wasted so much good luck, Lao Shanxi quickly disconnected. Fang Zishan and others were paying close attention to Lao Shanxi's every move. At this time, at least two Type 92 heavy machine guns were fired.
It seems that the location of Lao Shanxi has been discovered. The dense tracer bullets hit the rocks near Lao Shanxi with sparks flying, but Lao Shanxi did not move at all. People died and birds looked up to the sky, and they will not die for tens of millions of years!
This is the real battlefield. If you move, you will die. If you don't move, you will die. In order to make your death worthwhile, when Lao Shanxi bit off the last thread, his good luck finally ran out. At least three rounds of heavy machine ammunition
It hit him in the thigh and abdomen, and Lao Shanxi was knocked over by the huge impact of the bullet and fell to the side motionless.
Alas! Fang Zishan punched the battlefield, and Dawanmian was about to rush out. Liang Dabao grabbed Dawanmian and shouted in surprise: "Batalion Commander! The old kid is not dead!"
Fang Zishan took a closer look and saw that Lao Shanxi was moving his body laboriously and seemed to have two wires in his mouth, shouting vaguely: "Detonate! Hurry!"
Fang Zishan suddenly realized that the detonator in his hand seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds. He couldn't twist it off. At this time, Lao Shanxi seemed to have exhausted his last strength and shouted: "Qin Guozhong, I'm going to fuck your sister! You don't have a handle anymore! Press it down!"
Ah! Grandpa can’t hold it anymore!”
Lao Shanxi's words became smaller and smaller, and blood spurted out from his nostrils and mouth. Lao Shanxi tried his best to turn his head and look at the brothers who had lived and died together these days. In the end, his head was weakly lowered.
Hang down.
The Japanese amateur translator beside Masaichi Aihara also frowned and was at a loss, because in the fierce firefight, he often yelled from mouth to ear and could not hear clearly, let alone the shouts more than 100 meters away.
He shouted, so he was thinking about how to deal with Aihara Shoichi?
Suddenly, the amateur translator noticed that there seemed to be something in the mound of soil next to him? And it was also connected to wires? So he carefully cleaned up the nearby soil and rocks.////
Qin Guozhong grabbed the detonator and shouted with tears in his eyes: "Best journey, brother!"
Twist it hard!
At the same time, the amateur translator on the Japanese position finally cleared out the suspicious objects. He was immediately frightened because it was half a box of gunpowder and a bundle of more than a dozen grenades!
Boom! Boom!
Dozens of explosion points suddenly appeared in the trench occupied by the Aihara Squadron. The Japanese troops near the explosion points were immediately plunged into the smoke, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and their stumps and broken arms flying high with the blast of the explosion.
In the sky, the Japanese soldiers whose stomachs were blown open were still twitching.
More unknown Japanese officers and soldiers ran around shouting anti-artillery fire. Aihara Masaichi's amateur translator has now been reduced to parts. The only thing worth celebrating is that this amateur translator finally no longer has to worry about how to fool the squadron leader¨.
Aihara Shoichi was shaken unconscious by the explosion. Compared with his subordinates whose internal organs and stumps and broken limbs were flying around, Aihara Shoichi was undoubtedly very lucky.
Finally, let’s light the fire for the Japanese!
Ta, da da! Ta da! Ta da!
All of them were two-round accurate short bursts, which made the Japanese soldiers who were rushing forward cry like ghosts and howls. The light machine guns rarely fired in bursts, and even the long bursts were rare. You must know that a deputy shooter only carried a total of twelve.
Magazines and a spare barrel. On average, the barrel needs to be replaced once for three magazines. Otherwise, the range and accuracy of the machine gun will be greatly affected. If the trigger is pulled and two magazines are pulled, I am afraid that the gun will not be replaced at the same time.
The barrel cannot be removed. The principle of thermal expansion and contraction will cause the barrel of the light machine gun to be firmly stuck and can only be disassembled after it cools down naturally!
Chinese soldiers cherish their weapons, and they cherish them even more than their own lives. Weapons are the lives of soldiers, but to Chinese people, machine guns are far more precious than life.
The machine-rifled bullets flying out of the flames of Fang Zishan's machine gun can cause huge damage after penetrating the human body. The hole is as big as a thumb in the front, and the eye is as big as half a fist in the back. The extremely high muzzle velocity can often bring
Take away a large piece of flesh and blood. If it happens to hit the bones of the forearm or calf, then
After a burst of intensive shooting, Aihara Shoichi brandished his katana and shouted crazily. Aihara squadron had never suffered such a disastrous defeat.
"Call for artillery support and give me a fierce bombardment of the stubborn, despicable and shameless Chinese army on the other side!" Aihara hissed and roared at the top of his lungs.
Aihara Masaru used almost all the bad words he knew on the opposite Nakato without any hesitation.
The Japanese are not only poor in resources as an island country, I am afraid that even their language is poor enough.
Ten minutes later, Shoichi Aihara called for a bombardment from the field artillery regiment. Ten minutes later, the bombardment called for by Shoichi Aihara arrived as scheduled. The Adachi Squadron commanded by Kazuo Adachi was immediately blown to pieces. Kazuo Adachi was knocked unconscious by the bombing.
He also called for artillery support, but the frequency he called was picked up by the Navy.
The extremely bored naval command immediately ordered the warships anchored on the Huangpu River to start correcting the shelling secret positions without checking.
When large-caliber grenades roared from the river and fell from the sky, Aihara Shoichi realized a big problem, that is, his warship seemed to have hit the wrong place? Contact the division headquarters quickly and ask the navy to stop the bombardment. Ask the navy to stop the bombardment.
Stop the shelling!
When the coordination between the Army and the Navy was completed, only two and three kittens were left in the Adachi Squadron and Aihara Squadron. The excited Adachi Kazuo and Aihara Shoichi started fighting as soon as they met.
Aihara Masaichi scolded Kazuo Adachi as a traitor to the army.
The early morning mist was the best cover. The living Fang Zishan returned to the position with Liang Dabao, Laodongbei, Big Bowl of Noodles, and Small Glasses, built his own foxhole, and collected ammunition and weapons from the Japanese corpses.
The five ragged and hungry people were comforting each other.
This is obviously China's land. As long as there are still Chinese people alive, this land still belongs to China!
It's just that these defenders have realized that they seem to be the last lone army here. Last night, a squadron of Japanese troops were able to reach out from behind the position, which means that they are completely isolated.
Jane counted the bullets in the gun chamber, but Fang Zishan did not feel a trace of despair. Compared with those comrades who died in the battle, living is a kind of happiness and also a kind of responsibility. The only thing Fang Zishan feels incredible now is where the second platoon is.
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Lao Dongbei, who was not far away, hesitated for a moment and said: "I said to the battalion commander, if that doesn't work, why don't we take advantage of this moment to withdraw? Carrying it to death here is not an option! Now two machine guns only have five magazines.
I’m afraid I can’t even withstand a single attack from Little Japan.”
Fang Zishan was a little tempted by Lao Dongbei's statement, but Liang Dabao on the side poured cold water on him and said:
"You fucking want to kill the battalion commander? If our big soldiers retreat, they may be considered stragglers. If the battalion commander is responsible for the loss of the position, he will be shot! Don't look at this big place.
, even if you lose the battalion commander, you can’t bear the responsibility!”
"What the hell, where is the talker?" Fang Zishan asked fiercely.
In fact, there is no need for anyone else to answer. The radio operator is dead long ago, the radio station is there, and no one left here knows how to play with it.
"Master, my master, where the hell are you?" Fang Zishan murmured and cursed his commander Hei Tie in his heart. I have been beaten to this point. If the reinforcements don't come, all of them will really die.
Yes.
I and my brothers have tried our best, really tried our best.
The brothers are all dead, and I only have one company in hand. It is really an incredible miracle that I can persist until now!
Thinking of this, Fang Zishan let out a long sigh.
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Come on, don't think about it anymore. Anyway, we will all die here together when the time comes. There is nothing to be afraid of. The bullet will pierce through the body with a whir, and then you won't know anything.
Victory or failure has nothing to do with yourself.
But as long as he is alive and breathing, he will die on this battlefield.
"Chief Horseshoe Crab, do you still have any smoke?" Liang Dabao said with a shy face.
"Get out!" Fang Zishan cursed without curiosity: "Where can I still smoke? You've ruined all those damn cigarettes, and I'm still addicted to smoking."
Liang Dabao smiled coquettishly, not daring to provoke the battalion commander anymore. He stuck out his tongue and hurried away.
Time is passing little by little, and the last moment to leave is almost here
"Where are the reinforcements?" Kurogane asked with a dark face.
"There are still three hours to go."
"Hurry up, speed up!" Heitie looked a little irritated: "Have you restored contact with me, brother?"
"No, I'm worried." Li Jiayu hesitated for a moment, then expressed his worries: "Fang Zishan only has one company in hand, and I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on."
"Fart!" Heitie interrupted his chief of staff angrily: "They must die on their own positions. They are my soldiers, and that is my order to stick to it!"
They are my soldiers, and that is my order to stick to it!