The Japanese reinforcements came quickly. A large number of Japanese troops wearing steel helmets and holding sharp bayonets swooped over quickly. They were about the size of a squadron.
Seeing such a large number of Japanese troops, Yang Ling was also frightened. While jumping into the trench and turning the Type 92 heavy machine gun left behind by the Japanese army, he turned towards the brothers who were following him: "Establish a blocking position on the spot! Set up the machine guns.
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"Come here and get a feeder!"
A veteran platoon leader quickly ran to Yang Ling and put the loaded bullet into the gun chamber. Yang Ling did not hesitate to pull the trigger.
Light yellow smoke rose, and the unique roar of the Type 92 heavy machine gun rang out. The angry heavy machine gun bullets swept towards the rushing Japanese troops with the arrogance of tearing the air.
"Puff puff!"
Blood spattered, and the powerful lethality of the heavy machine gun bullets directly shattered the helmets and tore the flesh and blood bodies of the Japanese soldiers. The bullets were like spitting poisonous tongues, bouncing on the hard ground, biting the flesh, and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers screamed.
He fell into a pool of blood.
"Ah! Ah!"
The Japanese soldiers were screaming, and their eyes were shattered as they watched the Type 92 heavy machine guns slaughtering their own people.
Heavy machine guns are the butchers on the battlefield, turning everything in their path of violent bullets into powder.
These Japanese soldiers were not afraid of death, but when faced with heavy machine guns that could smash people into pieces, they had to run and dodge in a panic.
But Yangling would give them a chance to escape. Strings of bullets rushed through the Japanese army with blood mist. Rocks flew, weeds shattered, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. In front of the heavy machine gun, it instantly turned into a blood-red Shura hell.
"Tum! Tum! Tum!"
The Japanese grenades rang out, and 50mm grenades flew past with a harsh whistle.
"Boom, boom, boom,"
Grenades landed one after another around the Type 92 heavy machine gun, and soft mud mist mixed with thick smoke rose up. Yang Ling was also knocked into the trench by the shock wave of the explosion, and he was knocked unconscious.
The Japanese army's grenade fired accurately. As Yang Ling struggled to get up from the soft soil, he watched helplessly as the Type 92 heavy machine gun was turned into parts and blown into the sky.
"Fight! Kill the Japanese!"
Each company of the third battalion also rushed over. The squad set up their Czech light machine guns. The machine guns roared and fired long shots at the Japanese troops.
Pillars of smoke continued to rise in front of the Japanese soldiers who were lying on the ground. Some unlucky ones were caught in the trajectory of the machine gun. They were beaten to a bloody mess and died after twitching twice.
The brothers rushed to the trench and pulled the bolts to fire. For a moment, the dull bolts of the 79 rifles, the Czech light machine guns, the crooked handles, the 38 caps, and the sounds of grenades were intertwined.
The whistling bullets flew through the air at extremely high speeds. They penetrated the human body fiercely and spurted out blood. Some also jumped into the soil and splashed sand. The bullets rained like locusts. The two sides launched a brutal exchange of fire.
"Pfft!"
A brother had just pushed the bullet into the barrel of the gun and raised his head to shoot. A bullet flew at a high speed and blew out his head. Red blood and white brains flew into the face of the brother next to him.
The brother reached out and touched his sticky face. When he saw the white and red smell of blood, he couldn't help but hold on to the trench and vomited.
"boom!"
The brother who was vomiting was not lucky either. A grenade landed one meter away from him. His body flew up like light cotton wool, and then hit heavily on an ammunition box.
He was just knocked away. A brother tried to drag him into the trench, but more than a dozen bullets were embedded in his body. He struggled and wanted to shout for help, but when he opened his mouth, all he vomited was
Blood.
The Japanese army also pulled up the Type 92 infantry artillery, and bombarded Yang Ling and the others indiscriminately. The roaring shells blew away the machine gun fire points from time to time. Many brothers' bodies were blown into two pieces, with blood and intestines.
All slipped out.
Artillery shells continued to fall in the trenches, exploding clouds of mud and smoke, and the brothers were also blown up into the sky. There were explosions and bullets everywhere, and there was almost no safe place on the position.
Xizi, the health squad leader in the camp, was knocked away by the shock wave from time to time. There were too many wounded, and there were wailing everywhere as far as the eye could see. Many brothers turned into bloody gourds, and they could not save them at all.
The Japanese army pulled Type 92 infantry guns and grenades against Yang Ling and the others and bombarded them hard. The trenches were flattened and the green trees turned into smoking stumps.
Just after the bombardment ended, the Japanese soldiers who were lying on the ground and shooting at Yang Ling and others rushed up again shouting loud slogans. The machine gunners on the position only had time to fire out a magazine, and the Japanese soldiers had already rushed into the trenches.
"Pfft!"
A ferocious, stocky Japanese soldier rushed up to meet the machine gun. Before the machine gunner could evacuate after firing the bullets, the bayonet had already penetrated his chest.
The machine gunner grasped the bayonet buried in his chest with both hands. He knew in his heart that once the knife was pulled out, he would be finished.
The Japanese soldier didn't expect that the bayonet was caught. A fierce look flashed on his face, and he stepped on the machine gunner's face with his big-toed shoes, trampling him into the soil, and then pulled out the bayonet.
But he climbed up the trench with a bayonet and faced a barrage of barrages. His body suddenly had several bloody holes. He rolled backwards unwillingly and fell into the trench again, covered in blood with the dead Chinese fighter.
The shooters lay together.
Many and countless Japanese soldiers wearing leather shoes crossed the two corpses in the trench, rushed up the trench, and rushed towards Yang Ling's third battalion.
During the frontal attack by the Japanese army, a group of more than fifty Japanese troops on the hilly high ground pounced down like tigers descending the mountain. Although Yang Ling was extremely reluctant, a close-range hand-to-hand combat still occurred.
Facing the approaching Japanese troops, the brothers fired all the bullets in their guns. It was too late to change the magazine, so they could only hurriedly raise their bayonets to fight.
"Group of three! Pay attention to cooperation!" The roars of the company and platoon leaders sounded one after another amidst the shouts of killing.
The brothers used to fight the Japanese army on bayonet battles alone, but after the winter training, the brothers focused on training in team units.
After loud reminders from their superiors, the brothers formed numerous three-person groups nearby and worked together to strangle the Japanese troops.
"Yeah!" A fierce Japanese soldier stared at a fellow recruit and stabbed his lower abdomen with a sharp bayonet at a tricky angle.
In desperation, the brother could only block with his bayonet. The Japanese army was also experienced and seeing that the thrust failed, they kicked the brother to the ground and prepared to stab him with the bayonet.
But when the bayonet reached mid-air, it was blocked by another brother, making it difficult for him to drop the bayonet.
The Japanese soldier showed a fierce look on his face, bared his teeth, and tried hard with his arm to stab him with a bayonet, but suddenly he felt a cold on his back, and then severe pain came. It was the third brother who succeeded in a sneak attack.
"Die!" After being stabbed heavily in the back, the Japanese soldier finally threw himself to the ground unwillingly and was immediately stabbed.
The three brothers worked together to kill a Japanese soldier, without stopping at all, and immediately rushed towards the nearest fighting group.
The brothers cooperated with each other and strangled with the Japanese army. Bayonets, machetes, stones, teeth, gun butts... all weapons that could kill were used. Many brothers were stabbed with blood and turned into bloody gourds.
"Kill!" Just as the Japanese troops were strangled with Yang Ling's third battalion, a fresh force led by the first battalion commander Lu Xing rushed up from behind, and the battlefield situation immediately reversed.