This action must be completed before the opponent fires again.
Once the opponent's machine gun fires again, it will be difficult to hit again due to muzzle flame interference.
At the same time, Zhang Sixing looked at the distance between the machine gun body and the bunker with the eyes of a sniper.
"Click"
The top of the gun was loaded and fired almost instantly. You could see the figure falling, and you pulled the bolt again.
However, this time the opponent seemed to be ready to replace the shooter. Before he could shoot, the orange flower of death bloomed again.
"Puff puff"
The sound of a series of bullets hitting the wall was heard.
There were beams of illumination at the bullet holes - the pale light of the bullets slanted down the corridor, and the scattered flying dust seemed to be substantial in the light.
I bent over and moved, breaking the dusty "lights", with only one word in my mind: "Quick".
Move only a few meters, straighten your back, and raise your gun.
This time he no longer waited for the gun flame to dissipate, but simply took rough aim based on the distance between the gun body and the bunker.
"puff"
After the gunshot, the flames of the "pheasant neck" gun went out again.
By this time, the nearby soldiers had noticed him, and his gun made almost no sound when firing.
Especially looking at his strange but German-style military uniform, the soldiers became more confident.
Subconsciously, I thought that with brave and capable German instructors, the Japanese were nothing.
Especially when several machine guns misfired, the ground attack instantly slowed down.
Suddenly, someone rolled down from the roof, pointed towards the other side of the building and shouted in German,
"Sir, the Japanese are coming from behind."
Bend down, pick up the gun, Lin Chaodong ran towards where the sergeant pointed.
Continuous bullet fire chased him, and smoke from grenade launchers flew from nowhere.
The two people supported each other and bent over, and their figures staggered through the dust and came to the other side of the building.
A group of Japanese Marines were running downstairs, bayonets shaking above their heads. They were trying to rush in from downstairs.
"Suicide Squad"
Battalion Commander Li, nicknamed "Old Tobacco Bag", shouted in Mandarin at the top of his lungs.
A group of soldiers rushed out from downstairs with a shout.
What is striking is that their bodies are wrapped in white gauze or other rags.
The suicide squad turned out to be wounded soldiers. Zhang Sixing could never imagine why he would choose this way.
Then I thought about how wounded soldiers would become a "burden" to their compatriots on a battlefield where medical treatment is scarce. Comrades with sound limbs can help take care of their families if they are still alive.
But this attack was destined not to be too successful. The order was too early and the Japanese were a little far away.
"Sir, they..."
The German sergeant's blue eyes widened, unable to understand such a choice.
Zhang Sixing did not explain this at all, but raised his rifle, loaded it quickly, and fired furiously.
The wounded soldiers could be seen in the scope, but those who were not injured in the legs bent down and rushed towards the enemy pile with all their strength.
Although most people were knocked down on the way to the charge, once they arrived, they no longer hid and ran as fast as a cheetah.
"Boom!" The grenade strapped to his body exploded, sending shrapnel flying in all directions along with thick smoke.
The Japanese soldiers who were bending forward were disrupted by the explosion, and the soldiers who were hit by the explosion let out heart-rending screams.
The crooked handles erected were spraying flames, and the number of wounded in the charge decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But even though he fell to the ground, he was still crawling forward with his hands on the ground.
Some people even let out piercing screams after being hit.
But the body looked like some weird insect, dragging a wide bloody streak as it pushed forward desperately.
"Cover...cover..."
Taking aim quickly, shooting quickly, and pulling the bolt quickly, Zhang Sixing shouted at the top of his lungs.
I really hope I can help, even if it's for the sake of those who are still alive.
Load the gun and shoot faster.
Although everyone is working hard, the situation on the battlefield never changes according to human will.
I watched helplessly as all the wounded fell into a pool of blood.
Everywhere is blood red, each body is like a group of sculptures, making time and space freeze forever in sadness.
"Old Tobacco, put it closer, the grenades and the death squads are together."
As the kamikaze attack failed, more Japanese Marines appeared.
Their formation was roughly divided into three lines, and they seemed to be roughly three squads, with the personnel spread out quite widely.
Even though the Japanese Marine Corps is not as capable as the Japanese Army in combat capabilities, a Marine Corps of nearly 300 people cannot be dealt with by a logistics battalion of the Chinese Army.
More Chinese soldiers came upstairs, but with them came more machine gun shells and more grenade launchers.
They either fell under bullets or grenades, or were dragged behind by health workers to join the "death squads".
Zhang Sixing, who kept shooting, kept moving, and the 38-meter rifle in his hand almost missed every shot.
Machine gunners and grenade launchers fell down one after another in the scope. Although there were people to supplement them, the efficiency and accuracy inevitably deteriorated.
Finally, the Japanese Marines approached the building, and they almost straightened up in unison.
They must have wanted to shout a cheer of victory, rush into the building with their 38 rifles longer than themselves, and completely defeat the Chinese army that was still desperately defending in front of them.
Suddenly the voice of old smoker Li Youtian sounded,
"Children, rise up..."
"Rise up..."
"Take care of your mother-in-law and baby for me..."
The throat-breaking roar was like a strong wind rushing towards the Japanese soldiers on the periphery, instantly scattering their proud cheers.
In their horrified and puzzled eyes, another group of wounded soldiers rushed out of the building.
The impact was quite close this time. When we rushed out of the building, we were not ten steps away from the crowd of Japanese Marines.
"Hand grenade...long shot"
With a gun on his back and four hands clasped to his mouth, he bent down and trotted down the corridor, shouting as loudly as he could.
The German sergeant behind him also shouted, and casually took off his own grenade and threw it away.
However, when he threw the grenade, he suddenly spun around and fell to the ground, then let out a hoarse scream.
"Second Lieutenant...Second Lieutenant..."
A row of grenades flew across the sky in a mess, hitting the heads of the Japanese Marines who launched the attack.
"Boom, boom, boom" explosions resounded in the crowd of Japanese Marines who had just straightened up, and their bloody bodies fell down like ears of wheat.
Looking at the battlefield, Zhang Sixing bent over and grabbed the German sergeant by the collar, dragging him into the house behind him.
The military uniform on his chest was soaked with blood. He nervously tore open the clothes on his chest, revealing his hairy chest.
A stream of blood flowed from his right chest and heart, and Zhang Sixing's heart felt cold.
This guy was hit in the heart. There was no way this guy should be silent if he was hit in the heart.
He took out the first aid kit, took out the morphine and injected it into him.
He covered his wound with a thick hemostatic gauze and quickly turned over his body to check the injury.
"ah……"
The German sergeant whose wound was touched screamed in pain, twisting and struggling like a dying snake.
Zhang Sixing had encountered this situation on the battlefield, although...