"Ah! My legs!" Before the thick smoke from the explosion cleared, a seriously injured Japanese man screamed miserably, covering his empty legs.
This unlucky Japs stepped on a land mine that was pressed against his hair, and the powerful mine blew him away. When he woke up from a coma, he was in severe pain and found that his lower body was dripping with blood, and his left leg was so exploded that he couldn't fly.
That went.
The shocking explosions of the five mine clusters swallowed up more than a hundred Japanese soldiers conducting fire reconnaissance. When the smoke cleared, the entire mountain road was in a mess, with corpses scattered in a radial pattern.
The Japanese who were seriously injured but not dead lay limply in the pile of corpses, twitching and wailing. Their bodies were burnt black and were being dyed red by the blood flowing out.
There were also Japanese soldiers who were blown up into rotten flesh, and their disembowelled fragments were scattered on the soil and open turf. The choking smoke and strong smell of blood floated in the mountain wind, making those who heard it feel like vomiting.
"Save me..." The dying and seriously injured Japanese man crawled on the ground full of broken limbs towards the Japanese team behind him, dragging a dazzling trail of blood wherever he crawled.
Those Japanese soldiers who were not affected by the mines squatted or lay down on the ground to guard against the darkness around them. From time to time, they glanced at the pile of blown pieces of meat and couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.
Captain Ono Ichiro was also shocked by the explosion that day. Seeing that more than a hundred elite soldiers were blown into a pile of rotten meat in the blink of an eye, a nameless rage filled his chest.
Boil.
He swore that as long as he caught these despicable attackers, he would use the most cruel means to make them unable to survive, and his teeth creaked.
Compared to the anger of the little devils, the instigators hidden in the darkness were extremely happy. They were like poisonous snakes spitting out their secrets, ready to give the little devils another vicious blow at any time.
When Wang Huzi and the others saw those Japanese soldiers who were bombed to death and wounded, they felt no burden or pity in their hearts. They were all veterans who had survived the flesh and blood battlefield. The only meaning of their lives now was to deal with what the little Japanese soldiers had done to them.
Return the suffering to the devil.
In fact, in their own words, the veterans who were able to crawl out from the pile of dead people said that they had all died once. The brothers they had been with day and night were dead, and their beloved officers had died for their country...
Thousands of their brothers have become corpses piled up in the wilderness in bloody battles. They are still alive. They will pick up the weapons of their sacrificed brothers and continue to fight against the little devils until they too fall.
The Chinese army lacks weapons, food, and medicine to save lives. Even the military uniforms they wear are tattered and smelly and have not been replaced. They lack everything, and the only thing they do not lack is people.
The surviving veterans have seen more dead people than living people, and they can no longer remember the brutal battles they fought. Therefore, when they see the Japanese soldiers who were blown to pieces, they have no sympathy or mercy, only the pleasure of revenge.
After the alert Japanese soldiers determined that there was no hidden danger in the surrounding darkness, a group of engineers began to clear mines under the cover of machine guns.
But they were destined to get nothing. The Chinese army was so poor that they didn't dare to waste a single bullet. How could they let the landmines be buried in the soil and be wasted? So they all exploded.
When the Japanese engineer lieutenant made a safety signal, the Japanese medical soldiers who had already been prepared hurriedly carried stretchers and rushed to the seriously injured people who were still breathing in the pile of corpses, preparing to rescue them.
More than a hundred leading Japanese soldiers were killed by Wang Huzi and others. Most of them were killed on the spot. Those who were not killed were also shocked to death. Those who were still alive were the lucky ones who were convulsing and dying.
They were lucky, but it was also their misfortune, because this time Wang Huzi and the others did not escape with one blow like in the previous attack, but were always preparing for repeated attacks in the dark.
Seeing those Japanese engineers who breathed a sigh of relief and the Japanese medical soldiers who were dragging their bodies alive among the piles of corpses, Wang Huzi and the others on the ridge a few hundred meters away flashed a sinister smile. They were waiting for now.
The cruelty of war is that after you enter the battlefield, your life no longer belongs to you. Sometimes a stray bullet or an explosive fragment can easily kill you.
The cold-blooded attacks that the Japs encountered along the way have made them inert, because every time their attackers hide in the dark, shoot and go, and never bother them, this is what drives them crazy.
This time they suffered heavy losses from the mines, but no hidden enemies were found around them, which made them mistakenly believe that the Chinese army that attacked them still did not dare to confront them head-on and fled.
However, the situation on the battlefield cannot be understood based on common sense. This time Wang Huzi and the others just wanted to catch the Japanese by surprise, so they set a series of traps for the Japanese here.
They were very lucky. Except for a few Japanese guard troops who appeared within their shooting range, most of them were engineers who had not yet withdrawn and medical soldiers who were rescuing the wounded.
Seeing those Japanese engineers and medical soldiers, Wang Huzi and the others smiled even more ferociously. They really made a profit this time.
Wang Huzi and the others are going to kill the Japanese engineers and medical soldiers. After all, these people are much more valuable than ordinary Japanese soldiers.
The Type 92 heavy machine gun mounted on the ridge had its black muzzle exposed. They had gone to great lengths to move it here from Ruichang County in order to deal a fatal blow to the Japanese.
"Teng Teng Teng——"
The Type 92 heavy machine gun hidden in the night on the ridge opened fire, and a dazzling tongue of flame spurted out from the muzzle. Amidst the trembling roar, the high-speed exploding machine gun bullets swept out arrogantly.
"Puff puff!"
"ah!"
The whistling machine gun bullets slammed into the unsuspecting Japanese soldiers on the mountain road with arrogance. The dozen or so Japanese soldiers in front were unprepared and torn into pieces by the violent bullets.
Facing the sudden roar of the Type 92 heavy machine gun, the Japanese soldiers who were waiting to clear away the dead and wounded before moving on were stunned, and immediately hid in panic with faces on their faces.
From that shrill and sharp whistling sound, they had already felt the breath of death. They were too familiar with the Type 92 heavy machine gun, which was no better than a rifle bullet. As long as it did not hit a fatal place, timely rescue could still save a life.
But if it is hit by the Type 92 heavy machine gun bullets, the 7.7mm caliber bullets will beat the body into rotten tofu, and even if it is rescued, it will be disabled.
The muzzle of the gun was spitting tongues of fire, and the violent heavy machine gun bullets were slaughtering the Japanese soldiers on the mountain road without restraint. In the rain of bullets swept by the autumn wind, the bodies of the Japanese were knocked over and fluffed up like rags by the powerful impact.
A cloud of blood mist.
Before a ball of blood mist dissipated, another ball of blood mist bloomed with a scream. The bullet penetrated the devil's body, sank into the soil without losing force, and raised a pillar of mud.
The two light machine guns on guard by the Japanese were beaten to pieces together with their machine gunners, and blood and flesh were everywhere where the heavy machine gun bullets passed.
Some of the Japanese soldiers fell in the darkness while running, while others watched in horror as transparent blood holes appeared in their bodies, and then fell to the ground unwillingly.
Seeing the rushing wolves in front of them, hurriedly avoiding the fleeing engineers and medical soldiers under the pursuit of blood mist and ballistics, the eyes of Japanese Lieutenant Commander Ono Ichiro turned red when he happened to see this scene.