As Lu Xianping's order was issued, the soldiers following him stopped one after another. Except for the two soldiers who consciously spread out to both sides to be on guard, others also stopped, and some took out their water bottles to drink water.
There are also those who close their eyes and meditate.
Veterans all have an ability, that is, no matter how fierce the battle is, they can seize every opportunity to rest between battles.
Lu Xianping did not sleep, but leaned against a small tree as thick as an arm.
He took a sip of water first, and then took out a box of Camel cigarettes from his pocket. He slapped the bottom with his right hand skillfully, and a cigarette immediately popped into his mouth. After lighting the cigarette, he took the cigarette box and lighter.
He handed it to the superior soldier holding a machine gun.
The machine gunner took the cigarette and turkey, took out a cigarette and put it into his mouth. With a flick of his thumb, the lid of the lighter made a crisp sound, and a blue flame rose. The machine gunner lit the cigarette.
, looked at the yellow-orange lighter in his hand with a hint of envy in his eyes, and then reluctantly returned the lighter to Lu Xianping.
He said to him: "Squad leader, your lighter is really good. I heard that this all-copper lighter is very rare."
"That is!"
Lu Xianping blew out a smoke ring and said proudly: "This lighter was personally awarded to me by the team leader when I participated in the sharpshooter competition half a year ago. Look again, this thing is made of all copper, and there are...
With the signatures of the group members, the money is more expensive.
Unlike the lighters issued nowadays, which are all made of steel, when the lid is opened, the sound is like a broken gong, which is not authentic. Last month, the second platoon commander of the third company wanted to buy it for fifty yuan.
I didn’t even sell it.”
"My dear... fifty dollars?"
The machine gunner exclaimed, "This is enough to build a big tile-roofed house. Is Platoon Commander Wang so rich?"
Just as Lu Xianping was about to speak, he heard a "dang" sound, and the machine gunner fell to the ground on his back without saying a word.
"Be careful...get down quickly!" Following Lu Xianping's voice, a string of bullets hit the small tree behind him, making a muffled sound.
Yangping Town is a small town. Although the population in the town is not large, there are still one or two thousand people. However, due to the war, most of the people in the town who can run have already run away, leaving only the old, weak, sick and disabled.
After Gao Hongming moved into Yangping Town, he requisitioned a courtyard owned by a landlord as a regimental headquarters. Now seven or eight antennas have been erected in the courtyard, the radio's transceiver is ticking, and several telegraph operators are nervously
They were translating the telegrams, and behind them, more than a dozen staff officers were busy marking the latest received intelligence on the hastily made sand table in the middle of the big room.
"Report...the armored battalion is progressing smoothly. They have broken through the first line of defense of the Ninth Brigade and are advancing towards the second line of defense."
"Report... The 1st Company of the 2nd Battalion, which was responsible for the left flank sneak attack, had an encounter with the Japanese army. The 1st Company Commander is calling for reinforcements."
"The Eighth Route Army responsible for attacking the right wing encountered Japanese resistance. Commander Li of the Independent Regiment hoped to send him three more tanks."
Pieces of information were gathered from all over the place, and finally gathered here at Gao Hongming.
Listening to the intelligence coming from everywhere, Gao Hongming was sitting on a stool built up from two shell boxes, holding a tea jar filled with tea leaves and slowly sipping it.
Gao Hongming was originally accustomed to drinking coffee, but since he came to this time and space, under the influence of his two wives, Qin Xiulian and Xie Wenqian, he also started to drink tea.
Moreover, strong tea has a refreshing effect, so you will get used to it as you drink it.
He picked up the teapot and took a big sip of tea. A bitter and astringent taste spread from the coating of his tongue to the bottom of his heart. Gao Hongming thought for a moment and put the teapot down before saying to the staff officer standing next to him: "Tell Li Changan of the Armored Battalion.
, and asked him to immediately dispatch a company of tanks to support the independent regiment. Then tell Xiao Zhankui to increase the intensity of the attack, don't be afraid of wasting ammunition, and use the most violent artillery fire to drown the little devils.
But we must remind him that increasing the intensity of the attack does not mean acting recklessly, and that we must always pay attention to the Japanese planes, as they may come at any time."
"clear!"
The staff officer responded, and then asked: "Regiment leader, do you want to send someone from the 1st Company of the 2nd Battalion to support us?"
"Need not!"
Gao Hongming shook his head, "Xiao Zhankui will naturally handle the situation of the Yi Company. We can't overstep his authority. The most taboo thing in fighting is to send orders to multiple doors. This will easily make the people below confused. As for the situation of the Yi Company, you can ask again in half an hour.
good."
"yes!"
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"Da da... da da da da..."
"Chi chi... chi chi chi..."
Countless metal bullets shuttle through the air with scorching temperatures at speeds invisible to the naked eye. They will only stop when they hit a sufficiently hard and thick object or exhaust all their kinetic energy.
Lu Xianping lay down under a mound, listening to the whizzing sounds flying overhead. Those crisp and dull gunshots were the mixed sounds of the Japanese Type 11 light machine guns and Type 92 heavy machine guns.
And those sounds like tearing oilcloth were the sounds made by the MG42 machine guns of the Liantai Militia.
This powerful machine gun has been generally welcomed by soldiers since it was equipped with troops. In the hands of experienced soldiers, it is very easy to use one MG42 to suppress two or three Type 92 heavy machine guns. When eating
After suffering so much, the Japanese soldiers in Shanxi even gave this machine gun the nickname "Chainsaw Gun".
From time to time, bullets hit the ground around him and made a popping sound. Because the temperature was too high, wisps of green smoke would emit when the moist soil encountered the high-temperature bullets.
Lu Xianping glanced at the machine gunner who was lying on the ground gritting his teeth and shooting.
I have to say that this kid is really lucky. Although the bullet just hit his head, due to the angle, the bullet was lucky to bounce away after hitting the helmet, and the machine gunner was lucky enough to pick it up.
A small life.
Lu Xianping rolled to a mound on the side, slowly set up his rifle, and searched for enemies in front of him through the four-fold white light scope mounted on the rifle.
Soon, through the magnifying glass, he saw a Type 92 heavy machine gun more than 300 meters away, spitting tongues of fire towards him.
He held his breath, put the Japanese machine gun glove that he was gritting his teeth to pull the trigger into the cross ring, and silently calculated the wind direction and speed in his mind, adjusted the angle slightly, and pulled the trigger.
"bump!"
Accompanied by a gunshot, the bullet flew in the air for less than a second before hitting the target.
The Japanese machine gunner who was gritting his teeth and firing desperately suddenly saw a stream of blood on his neck, and he lay on the machine gun without saying a word. The blood flowing from his neck quickly dyed the machine gun red.
The deputy shooter who was supplying ammunition at the side saw this and pulled the machine gunner away, grabbed the machine gun himself and continued to fire forward.
However, the deputy shooter's luck was obviously not very good. Before a bullet was fired, he followed in the footsteps of his predecessor. A 7.92mm bullet entered his forehead and passed through the back of his head. The huge kinetic energy carried by the bullet blew
His head was turned into a mess.
Lu Xianping, who shot and killed two Japanese soldiers, showed a smile and was about to move when a Type 89 grenade exploded not far from him.
The huge explosion made his ears ring, and he himself was shaken by the shock wave and rolled several times to the side.
It turned out that after he knocked out two Japanese machine gunners, he was immediately targeted by the Japanese grenade team. From the time he was discovered to the time he opened fire, it took less than ten seconds.
Don't be surprised, the Japanese army during this period was so elite.
"Fuck...luckily I hid quickly, otherwise I would have returned to the west today."
Lying behind the slope, Lu Xianping's face turned pale. At this time, he felt weak all over his body, and a feeling of fear spread throughout his body.
At this time, he suddenly heard the sound of the MG42 next to him and stopped. He turned around and found that the machine gunner was leading the assistant shooter to move the shooting position.
But this machine gunner's luck seemed to have run out. He had just taken two steps with the machine gun on his shoulder when a Type 89 grenade dropped from the sky and exploded less than three meters away from him. A huge shock wave hit him.
He pushed him several steps away from where he was before falling to the ground and never got up again.
"Old Zhang..."
Lu Xianping rolled and crawled to the machine gunner's side. After a rough inspection, he found that his abdomen was bleeding continuously. The severe pain made the machine gunner moan in pain.
Lu Xianping took out the styptic powder from his bag and said to him: "Lao Zhang, please bear with me."
While tearing it apart, he sprinkled styptic powder on the wound, then roughly bandaged the wound with a bandage, and took out a red tube-like object.
This thing is actually morphine. Lu Xianping pulled out the transparent cap to reveal the needle, then stuck the needle near the wound, and finally hung the injection on the machine gunner's collar.
After doing all this, Lu Xianping and the deputy shooter carried machine gunner Lao Zhang down a slope.
As time went by, the firepower of the Japanese army became more and more fierce. Lu Xianping and more than ten people were suppressed and could not lift their heads. Although the MG42 was firing desperately, the Japanese army's bullet rain still kept coming.
poured around them.
The deputy shooter who replaced Lao Zhang asked Lu Xianping, who was supplying ammunition for him, while shooting: "Squad leader, the enemy's firepower is too strong. Is this at least a full squad?"
"Why do you care so much? If you have time to think about it, you might as well shoot quickly."
Although he said so, Lu Xianping was secretly worried in his heart. If the company commander and others didn't arrive as soon as possible, his squad would probably have to explain everything here today.
Just when he was anxious, there was a rush of footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw a big man running towards him carrying a big black guy, followed by a group of people behind him.