The grenade exploded into a thick cloud of smoke on the battlefield. The hot bullet tore through the air and penetrated the helmet, smashing the body and causing blood to spatter.
Bullets were flying on the battlefield, and rifles, machine guns, and mortars were pouring towards the surrounded Japanese troops. Those Japanese soldiers who tried to counterattack were shot and fell to the ground one by one.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The red explosive fragments of the explosion flew in all directions, and the wooden ox cart was blown to pieces. The broken wood was embedded in the bodies of the Japanese soldiers. Some people fell to the ground and let out pitiful howls like slaughtering pigs.
The Type 24 heavy machine gun mounted high up was even more powerful. The violent rain of bullets devoured everything. Those Japanese soldiers lying on the ground could not escape the bad luck. Their flesh and blood bodies were torn to pieces in an instant when faced with the heavy machine gun bullets.
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The Japanese army also tried to mount heavy machine guns to fight back, but the veterans on Yang Ling's side had been staring at them for a long time. When the trigger was pulled, bullets bit the flesh, and a large number of Japanese machine gunners were killed or injured.
The Japanese captain's face was covered with blood and dust, making him look fierce and ferocious. He was still charging with a roar, trying to seize the slightly higher ground on the left side in anticipation of a counterattack.
But how could Yang Ling and the others give them this opportunity? Dozens of Japanese soldiers who charged with bared teeth were all beaten to a pulp. Those who survived were severely injured and lay on the ground losing their combat effectiveness.
There are hundreds of brothers in Yang Ling's battalion, and they have well-equipped weapons. They are no longer what they were in Shanghai last year. At this moment, the Japanese army is surrounded like an iron barrel. No matter how they fight back, they are beaten back. The encirclement becomes wider and wider.
Shrink smaller.
The sound of gunfire continued on the battlefield, and Yang Ling, the deputy commander, was not idle either. Although he was equipped with a brand-new shell pistol, he preferred the heavy 79 rifle.
He put the butt of the gun on his shoulder and aimed at the Japanese soldiers hiding on the road who were fighting back. He pulled the trigger from time to time. With the dull gunshots, the heads of the Japanese soldiers he targeted were all blown away.
, bursting out balls of plasma.
The Japanese captain felt regretful now. He could retreat on his own. Why did he have to sack the village and waste time when the Chinese army caught up? Seeing the soldiers around him being shot and knocked down one by one, he was furious. But the blood
It also brought out the ferocity in his bones.
He suddenly pulled out his sharp saber and once again organized the remaining Japanese troops to charge, trying to break out of the encirclement.
The remaining Japanese soldiers were all grinning and their eyes were blood red. They were not afraid of the bullets that were like water splashing, and they tried to break out of the bloody path.
"Mom, hold on, the little devil wants to run away! Hold on!"
Seeing the little Japs charging toward him, Captain Wang Huzhu spat and yelled viciously.
"Da da da - da da da -"
The machine gunner holding the hot machine gun with both hands endured the scorching heat and the choking smoke, and kept pouring bullets at the Japanese army. The bullets formed a barrage, blocking the charging Japanese army.
These remaining Japanese soldiers also became ruthless, and they were all desperate for their lives. When they saw their comrades in front of them being beaten and shaking all over, they were not afraid, but instead rushed forward with howls and screams, just like waves, causing the brothers who blocked them to stop.
They have palpitations.
"puff--"
A bloody hole was punched in the machine gunner's head, and the powerful impact caused his body to flip backward and fall into the grass.
Captain Wang Huzi, the company commander, saw the machine gun stopped, threw away the rifle in his hand, quickly ran to the machine gunner's position, and continued to pull the trigger to fire.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta--" A long point of Wang's beard shot out, and the scorching bullet shells kept bouncing and falling at his feet. Those bullets penetrated into the chests of the Japanese soldiers at extremely fast speeds, raising clouds of blood mist.
Seeing that Wang Huzi and the others were in a hurry, firepower from other directions also poured in, and for a while, bullets rained like locusts.
Although the desperate charge of the Japanese army was fierce and fierce, how could their flesh and blood bodies withstand the strangulation of ferocious firepower? In an instant, the road was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.
Seeing that the Japs were completely lost, Yang Ling asked the bugler to blow the charge horn. When the brothers who surrounded the Japs heard the charge horn, they were like chicken blood. They roared and jumped out of the shooting position and rushed towards the Japs.
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There were not many remaining Japs, but they still wanted to resist. Many Japs retreated while raising their guns to shoot. At this moment, they still lost their composure.
But as soon as these Japanese soldiers raised their guns, they were met by a violent rain of bullets, and they fell down with blood all over their bodies.
There were also charging brothers who were hit by stray bullets from the Japanese, but the Japanese could no longer make any waves. They were like grasshoppers in the autumn, not far from death.
The Japanese captain's head was blown open, and most of his skull was blown away, and his brain mixed with blood flowed out. His eyes were widened, and his dusty command knife was still clutched in his hand.
The remaining dozen or so Japs, under the command of a sergeant, relied on a battered oxcart to resist. They neither escaped nor surrendered, and several of the brothers who rushed forward were knocked down by them.
However, the sparse firepower of more than a dozen of their rifles could not stop the charging brothers, and the angry brothers quickly rushed forward.
These dozen Japanese soldiers were quite fierce. Under the roar of the sergeant, they all mounted their bayonets and launched a countercharge like wild beasts surrounded.
"Fuck you!" Liu Yidao charged the fiercest, and when he saw a bayonet thrust towards him, he cursed and rolled to the feet of the Japanese soldiers.
The rifle in his hand slammed into the Japs kid, and with a clicking sound, the Japs fell to the ground. He jumped up and sat on top of the Japs, raised his iron fist and waved at his face.
The brothers were no longer new recruits who had just entered the battlefield. They were experienced and ruthless. The dozen or so remaining Japanese were all killed before they could last more than two minutes.
More than a hundred elite Japanese soldiers lay dead on the ground in an instant. The brothers' eyes were red from the killing, and they were not satisfied with the killing. They carried bayonets and turned over the corpses on the battlefield. They caught several seriously injured Japanese soldiers and punched them.
He was beaten and kicked until he was dying and then stabbed to death with a bayonet.
There is no saying among the National Revolutionary Army that prisoners should be treated well. Although there was an order from above to capture prisoners and send them up to receive rewards, after all, the above wanted to obtain information from the Japanese.
However, the brothers below had a blood feud with the Japs, and the Japs they captured were usually killed directly, so most of the time the higher-ups turned a blind eye.
Yang Ling saw them killing Japanese soldiers and wounding soldiers and didn't bother to care about them. Although these Japanese soldiers were injured, they did not surrender. Since they did not surrender, they were still enemies. Besides, they had done bad things, so this was the retribution they deserved.