The light trajectory was particularly dazzling in the night, as beautiful as neon, but no one was in the mood to appreciate it at the moment. Those messy and dense gunshots kept ringing in the ears like a reminder. Everyone
They are all so nervous that they have no time to pay attention to anything else.
The first wave of Japanese attacks was foiled by Yang Ling and others. More than 20 Japanese soldiers were not spared by hand grenades and machine guns, and this completely angered the Japanese Lieutenant.
The Japanese Lieutenant was as ferocious as a monster at the moment. He was roaring and leading the attack in person. The pressure on Yang Ling and others who were defending suddenly increased.
In the past few days, Yang Ling and others used sandbags, stones and various obstacles along the street to block the street, which slowed down the Japanese attack to a certain extent, but the situation was still not optimistic.
The machine gun squads arranged in the houses on both sides of the street were still trying their best to suppress the Japs. The main shooter held his gun butt on his shoulder and kept emptying the magazines one by one.
But their resistance became more and more difficult, and the interval between the magazine clips on the machine gun became longer and longer. At first it was tens of seconds, but now it has become more than a minute. Even if the soldier loading the magazine tried his best, he still couldn't.
Ensure the supply of magazines.
The Japanese soldiers were experienced and very insignificant. They were like demons in the night. Every time they took advantage of the gap between the defenders' machine guns to change magazines, they leapt forward covertly and kept approaching the two houses blocked by machine gun fire.
"Quick! Give me the magazine!" The shooter of the main gun pulled out the empty magazine with force, threw it behind with a clang, and shouted hurriedly.
The bullets used in the magazine of the Czech light machine gun are the same as those of the Chinese formal rifle. At this moment, the two soldiers behind were pressing a large bag of scattered bullets into the magazine one by one. When they heard the shooter's shout, they hurriedly grabbed a bullet.
Just hand over the folder.
Ta da da - da da da -
The Japanese machine gun rang out, and the violent bullets swept from left to right along the window where the machine gun was mounted. The bullets tore the wooden window edges into pieces, sawdust flew everywhere, and the bullets penetrated the shouting magazine.
The garrison's main shooter body.
The main shooter's shout stopped abruptly, and then he fell backwards. The soldier who reached out to hand over the magazine was crushed to the ground by the overturned shooter.
"Brother Wang! Brother Wang!" The soldier still holding the magazine in his hand turned over and shook the main shooter who rolled to the ground, but there was no reaction. His hands were sticky and must have been blood.
After taking a look at the tilted Czech light machine gun, the soldier loading the magazine put down the dead main shooter, ran to the window in two and three steps, loaded the magazine, and then started shooting against the butt of the gun.
Compared with the previous main shooter who was relatively experienced, the soldier manipulating the machine gun at this moment has only undergone simple training. Even if this is only the second time he touches the machine gun, he has to bear the heavy responsibility of fire suppression.
The machine gun was spitting out tongues of fire, but he was inexperienced, so he only shot out the bullets and did not suppress fire. The Japanese were constantly leaping forward, and he was sweating profusely.
The Japanese soldiers wore dark green steel helmets and looked as wretched as mice. They used the bunkers on the street to rush in and then rush in, raising their heads and shooting from time to time.
Yang Ling deployed guerrillas near the two machine guns to protect the safety of the machine gun positions. Seeing that the machine guns could not suppress the advancing Japs, these guerrillas felt the pressure suddenly increase and had to speed up their shooting frequency.
But speeding up the shooting frequency also means that it is easier to expose one's position in the dark. It is too dark at the moment to see the Japanese clearly. They can only judge that the Japanese are getting closer based on the sound of their gunshots, so they can only try their best to
Shoot and form a fire net to stop the advance of the Japanese soldiers.
The Japanese soldiers have undergone rigorous training, and their marksmanship is very accurate. They are basically fed by bullets. As long as the defenders fire a shot, they can basically judge the position of the defenders. They can basically judge the position of the defenders with a seemingly random shot.
The fight was as close as ten.
Many defenders had just pulled the trigger, but the next moment the enemy's bullets hit them as if they had eyes. Some were shot to death immediately, while others were injured and rolling on the ground wailing in pain.
"Ah——" Another defender soldier was hit and injured, and the person responsible for replacing him immediately dragged him away and took his place.
"Platoon leader, we don't have many bullets left!" someone shouted in the darkness.
But after shouting for a long time, there was no response. It took a long time before someone answered in frustration: "The platoon leader is dead."
Human life is like a piece of grass. On this battlefield where bullets are flying everywhere, no matter you are a soldier or an officer, you cannot escape the curse of death.
Yang Ling and the others entered the house along the street. Many people were killed. He had no time to grieve at the moment. He raised the butt of his rifle and smashed a hole in the window. Then he leveled his rifle and began to cover the soldiers who were still on the street.
Back up.
Casualties increased sharply. It was very difficult to stop the Japanese in this dark night. It was dark all around and the Japanese soldiers could not be seen. Their firepower could not form a fire net, so it was very difficult to fight.
"Old Wangtou, withdraw the machine gun squad!"
The distance between the machine guns was getting longer and longer. Yang Ling didn't know whether it was because the machine gunners were almost dead or because the ammunition supply was insufficient. But no matter what, as they retreated, the position of the machine gun squad became more forward. It was too dangerous and had to be
Pull back.
Lao Wangtou summoned a soldier to run towards the machine gun position against the constant stray bullets. The bullets flew over his head and flew off Lao Wangtou's hat. He was so frightened that he hurriedly fell to the ground and could only face towards the machine gun position.
The machine gun position began to climb.
The sound of a grenade being fired sounded in the darkness, and Yang Ling subconsciously squatted down to avoid the blow.
Rumble!
The house was shaking violently, and several holes were blown out of the roof. Broken bricks and tiles poured down, causing Yang Ling pain. The whole house was filled with dust and gunpowder smoke, and nothing could be seen.
He couldn't hear, his nose and mouth were full of smoke, and Yang Ling became a native.
"Japanese are coming up from behind!" someone shouted in the darkness. Yang Ling tried to open his eyes, but they were filled with smoke and dust. He stretched out his sleeves to wipe them. There was also mud on his sleeves. When he opened his eyes, they became red and swollen.
About a detachment of Japanese soldiers blew up the house behind them and rushed over from behind. The wounded soldiers who were dragged behind were the first to bear the brunt and were stabbed to death by the Japanese soldiers one by one. Yang Ling heard the painful wails.
"Class 3! Class 4! Follow me and kill them!" Yang Ling gritted his teeth and was about to bleed. He took out the bayonet from his waist and stuck it on the 38 cover, and rushed out.
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The light was very dim in the darkness, and the streets were illuminated by the constant bombardment of grenades. Yang Ling could vaguely see the Japanese killing soldiers with bayonets raised.
Before he could get there, a dark figure had already swooped over and threw Yang Ling to the ground. Yang Ling heard a chirping roar. It was a Japanese soldier.
Yang Ling was pinned to the ground by the strong Japanese soldier, and his rifle had been thrown away. In desperation, he grabbed a half-piece of brick and shot it towards the Japanese soldier's head.
There was a heavy clang on the helmet, which stunned the Japanese soldier's head. Yang Ling turned over and sat on the Japanese soldier's body, grabbed his neck with his big hands, and crushed his Adam's apple.
There were only about ten people left in the third and fourth squads, and they all rushed over at this moment. They were fighting with the Japanese in the darkness. Some people were screaming and screaming, and some were rolling to the ground.