In the midst of the smoke and barrage, Captain Uenomurao pushed away the corpses of the Japanese soldiers that were pressing on him in embarrassment. When he looked around, it was all red, and two artillery squadrons had fallen into a pool of blood.
The injured Japanese soldiers were crouching on the ground and wailing in pain. The miserable situation that was on the verge of despair made the Japanese captain's facial muscles twitch and tremble violently.
"Damn the Chinese!" The Japanese captain pulled out his southern pistol from the holster on his waist and pointed it at the gray figure rushing towards him from the smoke.
boom--
A Chinese soldier at the front did not notice the Japanese captain lying behind the hillside. The bullet hit his chest. He looked down at the bloody hole in his chest and felt the strength in his body draining away quickly.
Bang bang - two more blood holes appeared in the Chinese soldier's body, and blood poured out. He glanced at the Japanese captain lying down more than ten meters away, his legs weakened, and he threw himself to the ground unwillingly.
"Brother Zhang!" Liu Yidao yelled with red eyes when he saw the brother who was rushing in front was knocked to the ground. He quickly fell to the ground.
Yang Ling held the Type 96 light machine gun tightly and dropped it a few meters away. He also saw the Japanese officer hiding behind the slope. He angrily raised the muzzle of the gun and fired a bunch of bullets at it.
After killing a Chinese soldier, the Japanese captain was not relieved. He was about to pull the trigger and take aim again, but Yang Ling's machine gun rang, and the clicking noise pierced his eardrums.
Flames spurted out from the muzzle, and the bullets shrouded the Japanese captain lying on the ground with the fury of revenge. The bullet shells jumped briskly and splashed out. The hand of the Japanese captain holding the southern pistol trembled involuntarily, and his body exploded.
The blood mist dissipated, and another blood mist popped out. Finally, the pistol could no longer be held and fell to the ground.
Yang Lingyou was not relieved when he had used up a magazine. He picked up a Japs 38 rifle, pulled the bolt and fired as he walked. Every shot hit the Japs captain's body, causing his body to tremble and splatter with blood.
The Japanese captain was originally screaming in agony, but when Yang Ling fired all five bullets in the rifle chamber, he was out of breath. His whole body was beaten to pieces, and his head fell to the ground unwillingly.
Pfft! The bayonet was shining brightly with a cold light, and it plunged into the already bloody corpse. He pulled it out and stabbed it in again. The bayonet was stained with blood. Only then did Yang Ling sit down on the ground, panting, looking at the unrecognizable corpse of the Japanese captain.
, and couldn't help but kicked him hard.
Yang Ling vented his resentment and anger. He was just getting some interest back for countless dead brothers. Liu Yidao and others watched Yang Ling stabbing the Japanese with swords, and couldn't help but shudder. Damn,
Too cruel.
The two fifteen-man artillery detachments of the Japanese were completely wiped out, and none of the communications soldiers and executive officers, including the Japanese captain Ueno Murao, survived.
For those injured Japanese soldiers who were not dead, Yang Ling did not need to order Liu Yidao and others to end their lives with bayonets. Since they chose to set foot on this land with weapons, they are invaders and should have the consciousness to be beaten to death.
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The fierce fighting outside the town made Lieutenant Yoshino inside the town frown. How could there be fighting outside? Could it be that the Chinese army had broken through? But they were compressed in the North Street of the town.
Lieutenant Yoshino was unable to judge the situation of the firefight outside the town, so he immediately sent a communications soldier out to investigate.
After the communications troops disappeared from his sight, Lieutenant Yoshino once again directed grenades and mortars to bombard several yards where the defenders were holding firm.
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Liu Yidao and others had run out of ammunition and were hurriedly pulling ammunition from the Japs. The Nanfang pistol dropped by the Japs Captain also became Yang Ling's trophy.
There is no doubt that this is another small-scale victory. More than 40 Japanese soldiers were killed. Although the attack was on Japanese artillery and command personnel, so they were prepared and unprepared, but it was still considered a victory.
Liu Yidao's body was full of trophies, including Japanese bullets, water bottles, shoes, and everything else. Yang Ling was so tired for him, but he still had the energy to shout: "Be smarter with your hands and feet, Japanese reinforcements are coming soon."
, finish and evacuate quickly!”
"Platoon leader, how do you use this artillery?" Someone ran up to Liu Yidao and pointed at the Japanese Type 92 infantry artillery arranged in a shallow pit.
"You pighead, I'll blow up everything you can't take away. Do you want to leave it to the Japanese to continue beating us? Hurry up and blow it up with a grenade."
"Yes!" The soldier who received the order touched two grenades and was about to stuff them into the barrel, but Yang Ling stopped him in time.
"Are there any more shells?" Yang Ling asked.
The soldier pointed to the wooden box next to him: "There is still a whole box left, which cannot be moved."
Yang Ling walked over and opened the ammunition box and took a look. Sure enough, there was a box of high-explosive bombs, a total of twelve.
"Here, give me a hand and carry it over there." Yang Ling waved to the soldiers and worked together to carry it to the Type 92 infantry cannon.
Liu Yidao was about to withdraw. He saw Yang Ling carrying the heavy ammunition box and was confused. He ran over and asked, "Company Commander, what are you doing?"
"It's a pity that so many shells were blown up directly. It's perfect to use them to bombard the Japanese."
Hearing Yang Ling's suggestion, Liu Yidao chuckled: "Let's also let the little devils have a taste of being bombarded," but he soon became bitter. Although the artillery looks good, they don't know how to use it.
, if you don’t do it right, you will hit your own people.
Yang Ling raised his eyes and looked at the frowning Liu Yidao and ordered: "Put the alert fifty meters away, cover my shooting, leave two loaders, and I will operate it."
Seeing Yang Ling's confident look, Liu Yidao's bitter face broke out into a smile, and he immediately warned the others to be alert.
"Give me a cannonball." Yang Ling ordered the loader after checking that the infantry cannon was intact.
A high-explosive bomb clanked on the starting line. Yang Ling quickly shook the cradle to adjust the angle, aimed at the direction of the mortar launch in the town, and pulled the firing rope hard.
A puff of gunpowder smoke came out of the muzzle, and the 70mm high-explosive bomb roared out. The tractor shook violently, and the hoe was embedded deeply into the soil.
The two soldiers who were responsible for loading Yang Ling just felt a bang and were immediately enveloped by the sweeping smoke and dust.
Boom! The shell hit a courtyard wall, and the powerful air wave of the explosion directly collapsed the wall. The cracked masonry and floating soil directly buried several Japanese soldiers who were pressing against the wall and shooting forward.
"Baga!" Lieutenant Yoshino, whose face was darkened by gunpowder smoke, was about to jump up in anger when he saw the artillerymen at the rear suddenly fired and hit his own people.
"Come again!" Yang Ling shouted as another cannonball slid into the barrel.
Boom, boom! The flying rubble flew everywhere like rain, and the puffs of smoke and dust stirred up everywhere. The Japanese were blown up and jumped around, hiding in every direction. Several Japanese were directly hit by the bomb, and their thighs were separated from their bodies by several meters.
Far.
"Damn, why are the Japanese attacking their own people?" When the Japanese cannon fired, Li Tiezhu was frightened. He was about to run back to hide from the cannon, but he found that the cannonball seemed to have eyes and was specifically aimed at the direction of the Japanese attack.
, I felt happy immediately.
"Li Tiezhu, you're looking for death, tell your brothers to move back, don't get bombed by mistake!" Liu Ming, the regiment deputy, grinned. Yang Ling and the others must have succeeded. Listening to the kid outside crying for his father and mother after being bombed, he felt in his heart.