Chapter 284 The first test of the rookies (1) [For Xufeng 5/10]
The short battle ended just as it began.
Under the light of the overhead flares, I saw those weapons that looked a little unique in shape next to the corpses of the Japanese.
Immediately, Xu Feng, with gleaming eyes, was about to rush out and seize a Japanese submachine gun for use.
The main reason was that he thought that the Bai-type submachine gun with the long curved magazine might be the legendary one with the 50-round magazine.
There are 50 rounds of bullets in the magazine, so you can fire them out in one shot. This is a great way to use them.
With this thought in mind, he began to look down on the M1 carbine in his hand even more.
But his whole body jumped up, and suddenly he found that his ankle was grabbed by someone, and the person holding him was quite strong, completely stopping Xu Feng's work.
So much so that poor Xu Feng fell back into the trench at the sound of 'Duang~'.
That is to say, this guy is now thick-skinned and thick-skinned, so he didn't get any good results from such a heavy fall.
The person who did such a thing was of course Hu Biao; of course, there was a reason for him to do so.
In his sight, there were thirty or forty Japanese, who had appeared like ghosts.
They wore black helmets on their heads and a black vest on their bodies, which were also covered with a large amount of weeds and branches as camouflage.
So when these special Japs approached them like this, without the flare above their heads, it would be really difficult to spot them.
This was also the biggest reason why Hu Biao held Xu Feng back and prevented him from rushing out so recklessly.
After Xu Feng got up from the trench in disgrace, he was just about to curse at Hu Biao.
Hu Biao's whispered explanation blocked all the subsequent words in this guy's mouth: "Okay! The inspection of these rookies has officially begun, help keep an eye on them, don't let them
He died easily."
After hearing this, Xu Feng seemed to have thought of something, and a very expectant expression suddenly appeared on his face...
After letting himself take a deep breath, Kanji lay down in the trench and pressed the butt of the Garand semi-automatic rifle in his hand against his shoulder.
After firing, I was prepared to withstand the recoil of this thing.
Then, he tried to recall some of the rifle shooting experiences he had learned at the shooting range in Southeast Asia.
For example, you should try to be as calm as possible and don't be nervous; aim at three points and one line; when shooting, your hand must be steady; be careful not to shake the muzzle of the gun.
While repeating these contents in his head, he tried to get a Jaap who was more than 100 meters away into the crosshairs, and then prepared to fire his first shot in the battle.
Yes, that’s right! At this point in time, it’s too late to shoot the Chinese characters.
The main reason is that the previous battle was too short.
When Jason, Xiling and other veterans fired two or three shots one after another, he had time to turn on the safety of the Garand in his hand.
Then the curse of "cease fire" from Hu Biao's mouth was clearly transmitted to his ears.
At this point, there were no targets on the battlefield for him to shoot at.
Damn it! I don’t know what happened, but at that moment when the sound of gunfire sounded like fried beans, Kanji’s hands and feet seemed to lose control, and such a result occurred.
After the short battle ended, his mood was extremely complicated.
While I was feeling a little relaxed, I was also resenting that my performance at that time was too bad. I secretly vowed to show off in the next battle.
Then, then he got his wish!
Soon after, such a battle started again; then thirty or forty Japs appeared again, under the cover of several Type 99 light machine guns,
While advancing slowly, they started shooting at each other on the position here.
Needless to say, these strangely dressed devils are obviously very powerful in combat.
Under the attack of two M2 Browning heavy machine guns, an MG42 general-purpose machine gun, and many light and heavy firepower points, the Japanese did not collapse on the spot.
Using quite agile skills, he hid behind some obstacles and started shooting at them.
Under the counterattack that they fired from time to time, the bullets they fired back were quite accurate and quite threatening. The firepower gradually became sparse because everyone on the position needed to dodge.
Finally, after aiming for about 10 seconds, I finally had some confidence in the Chinese characters.
"Go to hell! You little devil~" He muttered this with a ferocious smile on his face, and then he pulled the trigger on his fingertip.
In an instant, he felt the solid feeling of an old-fashioned rifle like the Garand with the butt heavily placed on his shoulder the moment he fired.
Then, the shot just missed. Kanji's painstaking aiming process for a while didn't seem to have the slightest effect.
With a bullet full of hope, he shot a string of sparks on a rock in front of the Japanese.
Not only did it not hurt the opponent, but the Japs who felt threatened immediately fired a flurry of bullets in his direction.
This is also the first time that Hanzi has had the experience of someone shooting at him.
At that time, a frightened voice was roaring in his head: "Hurry up and get back into the trench."
But under such a voice, Mao's usually nimble hands and feet seemed to be in constant use, making him look like a sand sculpture, still lying on the spot stupidly.
Fortunately, at this moment, the bamboo leaf next to him gave him a hand when he was squatting down.
As for Zhuye taking him with him during the battle and taking care of him, that was arranged before the war.
Specifically, as early as 10 o'clock when the combatants were being assigned, Hu Biao asked them, the rookies, to choose one of the veterans to follow him in the battle for a period of time.
It can also be regarded as using the old to lead the new, making it easier for them to get through the novice period where death is the fastest.
At that time, Hanzi chose Zhuye, a not-so-old bird, to follow him without thinking.
The reason is very simple. Zhuye, a middle-aged man who looks honest and honest at first glance, should be the kind of serious and responsible person. He will not discount the commander Hu Biao's explanation at all.
Sure enough, the choice of Chinese characters at that time has saved his life now.
As a result of Zhuye pulling him, his head without a helmet suddenly hit an ammunition box in the trench, and his face was covered with gold stars on the spot.
In the short process before, Kanji could even feel the bullet hitting his body, and the aroused sand hitting his face with a faint pain.
And the shameful feeling of bullets flying past the scalp, numbness of the scalp, and a slight urge to urinate between the legs.
But no matter what, he still survived the process.
Just such an experience was not wonderful enough at all. Suddenly, Hanzi didn't want to find excitement so much. He was recalling the boring and boring life in the modern plane.
At least in that kind of life, he felt very safe.
The problem is that at this point, many things are no longer based on his personal will.
When he was squatting in the trench, he had such emotions in his heart, and felt that he had seen through life and the true meaning of life.
The guy Zhuye next to him kicked him over and cursed:
"Are you dead? If you're not dead, get up and keep firing. Let me tell you a little tip. The more timid you are on the battlefield and the more afraid you are of death, the faster you will die."
At this moment, Zhuye, there is no trace of honesty on his face.
Under such urging and stimulation, Kanji picked up the Garand semi-automatic rifle, let out a howl that surprised even himself, and then lay down on the trench again.
Then in desperation, he fired the eight bullets in the gun chamber one by one.
At the moment when the steel double-row magazine automatically ejected from the gun chamber after firing the bullets, Kanji was pleasantly surprised to see the first result of his life.
It was a charging Japanese soldier, wearing a black steel helmet, whose head was actually hit by one of his own bullets.
It's just that the Japanese who was shot in the head miraculously didn't fall to the ground on the spot; instead, he looked like a big rooster with its neck cut open.
After rushing forward for a few more steps, he fell headfirst to the ground.