The Japanese Army's Type 92 heavy machine gun opened fire. Its sound was different from the Type 11 light machine gun. This imitation of the French Hotchkiss machine gun made a sound like a woodpecker pecking at a tree when it fired. Therefore, Westerners gave
It was nicknamed "Woodpecker".
In view of the Japanese's virtue of having to lick their fingers after picking their assholes, they ingeniously changed the machine gun with a fire rate of 350 rounds per minute to 120 rounds per minute when copying, and the caliber was also changed from 8 mm to 7.7 mm.
mm.
However, there are gains and losses. Although the rate of fire has been slowed down, the accuracy has been improved. The two Type 92 heavy machine guns suddenly opened fire, catching the charging 4th Battalion off guard. The two soldiers who were charging at the front
He fell into a pool of blood on the spot.
The third company commander Ma Zhanfu who was following behind threw himself on the ground and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Sun Qizheng, Wang Qiuji... why are you two still standing there? Knock the Japanese machine gun off!"
The two machine gunners who were scolded by Ma Zhanfu were each carrying a can of MG42 and two ammunition boxes and following him. After hearing Ma Zhanfu's roar, the two of them didn't waste any time. They walked around a bomb crater and started fighting in a few seconds.
After firing the machine gun, he pulled the trigger, and a burst of hot flames instantly spurted out from the muzzle half a foot away.
"Kakakaka..."
Both the rate of fire and the power of the MG42 machine gun are much higher than those of the Type 92. The fierce rain of bullets made the two machine guns hundreds of meters away unable to raise their heads.
"Hurry... follow up quickly... press on... press on!"
The situation on the battlefield is constantly changing. As a qualified commander, you must be able to seize opportunities in those ever-changing battlefields.
Taking advantage of the two Japanese machine guns being suppressed, Ma Zhanfu ordered two platoons of soldiers to go around from the left wing, and soon came to a place more than 100 meters away from the Japanese army. This distance had reached the range of Schmeisser submachine guns.
When more than a dozen MP40 submachine guns started shooting, the Japanese troops hiding behind the bunkers felt great pressure instantly.
Seeing the soldiers who were overwhelmed by the dense rain of bullets and could only hide behind the bunker without showing their heads, Murakami Akino was furious. He strode up to a machine gunner who was huddled behind the bunker and stretched out his left hand to grab him.
He lifted up his collar and waved his right hand over without any explanation.
Even in the midst of a hail of bullets, the sound of this slap could not be concealed.
"Baga... you are a soldier of the Japanese Empire. You are not a waste who can only huddle in the trenches. You must bravely hold the handle of the gun, aim at the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side, and kill them all!"
"Hi!"
Otherwise, there is an obvious masochistic gene in the Japanese body. After being slapped, the machine gunner was obviously much braver than before. He took a deep breath and stuck his head out again, and pulled the button.
trigger.
However, this machine gunner's luck was obviously not very good. Before he fired a few rounds, a 7.92mm bullet penetrated his helmet.
The fully loaded rifle bullet was very powerful. After the bullet penetrated his forehead, the deformed bullet rotated irregularly in his head, destroying his brain in less than a second.
It became a ball of paste.
Looking at the machine gunner who fell silently in front of him, Murakami Akino showed no pity or sadness. He continued to grab the deputy shooter on the side and said, "Why are you still standing there? Your comrade was killed by the Chinese. You
Don’t you plan to avenge him?”
Murakami Akino almost pushed and pulled the deputy shooter to the machine gun. He even personally lay down on the left side of the machine gun, picked up a bullet plate from the ammunition box next to it and stuffed it in. At the same time, he almost roared at the
The deputy shooter shouted: "What are you still doing? Hurry up and shoot!".
The fate of this deputy shooter was worse than that of his predecessors. After firing a bullet board, his head was decapitated by a string of machine gun bullets.
This time Murakami Akino was more brutal and straightforward. He grabbed a soldier who was shooting next to him and ordered them to continue operating the Type 92 heavy machine gun that had been soaked in blood and continue shooting.
After going back and forth several times, the surrounding soldiers were almost as far away from the Type 92 heavy machine gun as if they were avoiding snakes and scorpions. This thing is so weird, whoever touches it will die.
The heavy casualties of the 1st Battalion were immediately reported to the ears of the commander Ueno Kamio.
"Nani...the casualties of the first brigade have reached two-thirds?"
Kamio Ueno could hardly believe his ears, and his small eyes were wide-eyed: "Is Murakami Akino an idiot? Why didn't he report such heavy casualties?"
The second lieutenant who made the report did not dare to look directly into the eyes of the commander who was almost spitting fire. He lowered his head and explained in a low voice: "Your Excellency, commander, Captain Murakami probably also wanted to report to you after conquering the Chinese position."
"Pah!" A loud slap sounded, and there was a clear slap mark on the second lieutenant's face.
Kame Ueno looked at him with cold eyes: "Now, has he captured it?"
The second lieutenant was speechless.
"Immediately order the Second Battalion and tell Yoshino Shoji to immediately dispatch two squadrons to reinforce the First Battalion,"
The second lieutenant asked in confusion: "But the second battalion is attacking the position directly in front of the Chinese. I'm afraid we won't be able to mobilize any troops."
"Snapped!"
What answered him was another loud slap and a cold voice.
"Then let him stop attacking immediately and join a large group as quickly as possible!"
"Hi!"
The second lieutenant bowed and was about to leave when Ueno Kame's voice came from behind him again, "Also, report our situation to the brigade commander immediately and request air reinforcements!"
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Taiyuan Airport
Captain Xiangshan of the 21st Flying Team and Colonel Saburo stood on the tarmac, staring at a group of black dots flying from a distance.
Slowly, as time went by, the black spots gradually grew larger, and it was soon clear that this was a group of aircraft returning home.
As the fleet got closer and closer to the airport, the expressions of Mukayama and Colonel Saburo became more solemn.
He clearly remembered that there were more than thirty planes in the fleet when it set off, but now he took a cursory glance and found that there were only more than ten planes at best.
The head of the Operations Section standing next to him saw that Mukayama and Saburo were looking bad, and comforted him: "Your Majesty Colonel, maybe this is just the first batch of planes to return, and the rest are behind."
Xiangshan and Saburo shook their heads, this kind of scene happened almost every day these days.
Each time the sortie fleet returned, there would be fewer aircraft, ranging from seven or eight aircraft to as many as twenty or thirty aircraft. He was almost numb when he saw them.
Although he knew very well that the performance of the Liantai Militia's fighter planes was much better than that of the Japanese fighter planes, and it was not wise to go head-to-head with them, the orders from his superiors forced him to harden his heart and order the young pilots to take off and fight.