"Baga, sir, they have retreated. They are running back. These cowards..."
Throwing the rifle in his hand to the people nearby, Tetsujiro Yamaoka reported to Zhang Sixing.
Zhang Sixing couldn't help but become anxious. Among the soldiers who were already approaching the fire base, some of them dropped their guns and ran back as fast as they could.
In fact, what stopped them was just a crooked handle that was about to run out of bullets.
"bugler, did Gaozi take note of it?"
The buglers following him nodded and threw the bugle to several buglers casually.
"You must keep blowing as soon as you remember to let our people know what to do. And don't just blow the trumpet. Follow the big troops and don't get pulled down."
After saying this, Zhang Sixing raised his gun and knocked down the man who was retreating.
On the battlefield, the army is defeated like a mountain. If it is not stopped in time, all the efforts will be turned into a dream.
"Brothers, rush with me. If you rush into Sihang Warehouse, you will win. You have to move quickly..."
Waving his rifle, which was dressed like a mourning stick, Zhang Sixing roared.
When they saw Zhang Sixing's famous rifle that looked like a mourning stick, the soldiers who cowered in front of the machine gun were stunned.
"Follow me, follow me..."
The power of role models is infinite.
One, two, soldiers who had bent their legs and looked defeated saw hope.
One or two of them ran forward behind Zhang Sixing amidst the sound of the charge.
“Boom…”
The Japanese fire base made the sound of grenade launchers. Zhang Sixing, who was running, felt nervous when he distinguished the sound from the chaotic shooting sounds.
Seeing that they are not even twenty meters away from the Japanese fire base at this moment, I believe they will not be hit at all.
However, he quickly bent one leg and slid one meter underground. The rifle he raised like a mourning stick suddenly spurted out tongues of flame.
Yes, such a guy dares to drive into prisoners of war to rescue them. Is it wrong to follow such a guy on the battlefield? Especially such a warrior, who is rushing at the forefront of everyone.
Beautiful kneeling posture, I have long been accustomed to it, and there is no gunshot attack.
The soldiers shouted, followed Zhang Sixing, and rushed toward the Japanese fire base crazily.
The Japanese machine gunner on the opposite side fell down. Zhang Sixing pulled the bolt of his gun and stepped forward quickly. In front of and behind him, there were people everywhere shouting with their mouths wide open.
"Rush, rush, follow the commander..."
The grenade hand who was firing the grenade was knocked to the ground in an instant, and behind him were the soldiers who followed him forward in silence, crossing the distance in front of him in an instant.
The 38-meter rifle was thrust out, and the other grenade launcher was nailed to the ground without even humming.
At this time, the grenade fired by the grenade launcher exploded, and the Charge whimpered, and then fell silent.
Turning around to look, I saw another bugler pounced on the place where the charge bugle had just been blown, and then the passionate charge bugle sounded.
The Japanese were about to pounce, but from the charging crowd, various bricks and tiles fell like raindrops, hitting the nearby Japanese soldiers and making them unable to escape.
In the short time it took to hide from the bricks and tiles, the entire firepower was overwhelmed by the charging people like a blizzard. On average, each Japanese soldier was surrounded by at least seven or eight people, and there were at least two sapmen behind him.
"Rush... rush..."
Probably the Sihang Warehouse was too difficult to attack. Not many people were left at the fire base, and it was overwhelmed by the soldiers who rushed forward in a blink of an eye.
At this time, the gunfire in Sixing Warehouse became more intense. Zhang Sixing prayed in his heart,
"Hold, hold, cause hold."
Weighing a crooked handle, Zhang Sixing shouted at the top of his lungs,
"Bullet, let's press the bullet."
I heard Zhang Sixing shouting. In a blink of an eye, a soldier carrying a bullet box followed him, and then another soldier ran over, grabbed the bullets and pressed them into Zhang Sixing's machine gun.
"Cud tug... tug tug tug..."
Seeing Zhang Sixing sweeping away with a machine gun, someone had already taken over and fired the machine gun at the back of the Japanese marines who were besieging the Sixing Warehouse.
More people picked up rifles from the dead Japanese and simply took off their armed belts and carried them on their backs.
Seeing that Tetsujiro Yamaoka, who had been escorted, came up with buglers and others, Zhang Sixing, who was holding a machine gun, shouted loudly,
"After a while, the horn sounded. Rush to the Sihang Warehouse. When you rush there, you will find your own place..."
The machine gun was beating in his arms, and bullet casings kept jumping out of the side of the machine gun. The firepower base included three heavy machine guns and six light machine guns, which were "resurrected" almost at the same time.
It's just that at this moment, the bullets no longer attack the Sixing Warehouse, but instead shoot at the Japanese soldiers who are rushing towards the Sixing Warehouse.
Xie Jinyuan, who was leading his troops in the warehouse and was struggling to resist the Japanese attack, received the report.
"Regiment leader, Chief Zhang is heading to the warehouse with hundreds of people from nowhere. They should be reinforcements. Listen to the charge."
After hearing the report, Xie Jinyuan threw the shooting rifle to his subordinates and took out his binoculars.
"Reinforcements, where did that guy find reinforcements?"
Taking a look with a telescope, Xie Jinyuan couldn't help but be silent. Soldiers in different clothes were holding bayonets and charging bravely towards the four warehouses. Their side fire disrupted the rhythm of the Japanese attack.
"Okay, the reinforcements arrived just in time. Tell the brothers to counterattack and kill the Japanese in front of you together with the reinforcements."
The battlefield, which was originally in a stalemate, almost immediately turned around with the words "reinforcements are coming."
"Reinforcements are coming, kill them..."
When he heard the reinforcements coming, Lu Feizhang, who was fighting hard, shouted,
"Grenade, platoon grenade..."
Hearing his roar, a series of grenades were thrown, and they all landed at the entrance of the warehouse among the crowd of Japanese marines pouring in.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
More than a dozen grenades exploded in a row, and then groups of soldiers jumped out of the bunkers, holding semi-automatic box cannons and twenty-ring box cannons and swiping at the crowd of Japanese.
The Japanese soldiers, who only had single-shot rifles in their hands, were covered in blood and flesh under the intensive attacks.
At this time, the charge horn outside sounded again, and Lu Feizhang, who was excited about fighting, felt particularly energetic. Because the charge horn did not belong to the German weapon master, but the one that the old guys were used to calling.
Zhang Sixing shouldered his own spear, carried a bayonet in one hand and a bear's claw blade in the other, and jumped out of the trench first, waving his arms and shouting,
"Charge, charge with me, poke the devil's butt with me..."
As Zhang Sixing shouted, soldiers emerged from the trenches one by one, pointed their sharp bayonets, and charged at the Japanese Marines who were suffering in the Sixing Warehouse Building.
On the battlefield, what is taboo is being surrounded. Especially when two fronts are attacking, it is most likely to cause confusion in the morale of the army.
We can't attack from the front, the machine gun bullets behind us are too dense, and a group of roaring people are rushing towards us.
The morale of the Japanese Marines, who suffered heavy casualties, collapsed.
They turned around, as if a wave of sewage immediately disrupted the attacking frontal troops.