Lying in the wet mud made Luo Dayong feel uncomfortable all over. He twisted his strong body uneasily, and glanced at the dark rear from time to time, but he was muttering in his heart, why hasn't the counterattack started yet?
Did something go wrong?
The cold night wind blew by, and the wet suicide squad members all shivered and felt a chill on their backs. It was already October, and the humid Jiangnan area was even colder.
While waiting restlessly, the suicide squad members finally heard some noises coming from the darkness behind them. The noises quickly amplified in their eardrums. There were footsteps and dull crashes, which seemed particularly strange in such a dark night.
unexpected.
Yang Ling heard the voice coming from behind and sighed slightly. The Chinese army in this era is not like the army in later generations. They have gone through various rigorous trainings to maintain absolute silence during night attacks, and it is very difficult to covertly engage the enemy.
It's easy and can often be discovered when you are far away from the enemy.
Yang Ling picked up the cold 38-cap rifle, took a look at the Japanese sentry shaking not far in front, then gently pulled the bolt to load the gun, bent his finger on the trigger, and held his breath.
God, adjust your breathing rhythm.
More than 300 people trotted towards the little devil in the darkness, and the pieces hanging on their bodies swayed, making a dull collision sound. Their feet waded through the mud pond, and there was a splash of muddy water. Some people looked nervous and their breathing was a little rapid.
The Japanese sentry stopped walking back and forth. He stood on tiptoe with the 38-gauge rifle in his hand and looked into the darkness with a serious face. He listened carefully and heard a sound coming.
The sound of gunfire from the north accumulated even more, and tracer bullets streaked across the night sky and struck hard. The flash of the explosion flashed violently. The Japanese sentries on the position finally used the two-second flash to see clearly the darkness in the night.
Chinese soldiers were running towards their position with guns in hand.
After the Japanese sentry was stunned for two seconds, he immediately reacted, turned his head and opened his mouth towards the Japanese soldiers sitting around the fire behind him, but it was only limited to opening his mouth, and he did not make any sound yet.
There was a crack of a gunshot.
The bullet penetrated along the back of his neck, making a dull sound, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth of the Japanese sentry. As if his body had lost all strength, he collapsed fearlessly and fell into the trench full of mud and water.
The sound of gunfire pierced the tranquility of the night. The Japanese soldiers sitting around the fire hurriedly fell to the ground like frightened rabbits, and the sound of pulling gun bolts could be heard in the air.
Li Zhong also heard the gunshots in front and knew that his whereabouts had been exposed. He waved his hands fiercely without hesitation and shouted: "Brothers, take back the position! Charge!"
"Come on!"
More than three hundred soldiers roared in unison, holding rifles and swooping towards the Japanese defense line with a rainbow-like momentum.
The Japanese machine gunners were horrified. They hurriedly got up from the ground, rushed towards the machine gun they had set up on the bunker, pointed it into the darkness and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Ta da da, da da da,
The scorching hot bullets turned into countless tracer lines in the dark night and shot towards the darkness. The bullets hit the muddy pond and splashed muddy water. They landed in the mud and made a dull popping sound. The soldiers who were charging forward suddenly became stunned.
They braked suddenly, fell to the ground together, started to pull the bolt of the gun and started to fight back.
The Japs' machine gunners began to pour bullets into the darkness, overwhelming the charging soldiers of the 361st Regiment and unable to raise their heads. The only two machine guns in the regiment also began to fire back, attracting the Japs' firepower.
The night suddenly became noisy like beans exploding.
Because Yang Ling and the other suicide squads were lurking relatively close to the Japanese defense line, the whizzing bullets kept passing over their heads, turning into streams of light and disappearing into the darkness behind them. They heard painful screams from behind. Someone should be there.
Being hit.
The death squads holding a large number of grenades continued to crawl towards the Japanese defense line under the cover of gunfire. At this moment, they did not care about the mud covering their bodies. Their eyes were fixed on the people who kept spitting out.
Flaming Japs machine gun.
Yang Ling yanked the three grenades tied together with a match rope, and a puff of green smoke came out. After a delay of three seconds, he raised his hand and threw it into a Japanese machine gun position.
boom!
The explosion was deafening, and the Japanese machine gun that was spitting flames into the darkness was suddenly blown into a pile of parts. Yang Ling lowered his head and let the gravel and sand fall all over him.
Yang Ling threw the grenade as if it was a signal, and the other suicide squad members holding grenades in their hands also touched the front of their respective targets. The roar of the Japs' machine guns was covered up by the rumbling explosions, and the Japs' light and heavy machine guns collectively misfired.
The regiment leader Li Zhong was lying on the ground waiting for the death squads to take action. When he saw the Japanese's light and heavy machine guns lying down collectively, his tense face suddenly became excited. He stood up again and shouted: "Come on!"
More than 300 soldiers got up in unison and rushed towards the Japanese defense line, which only had scattered rifles to fight back. Bullets were flying in the air, and some people were shot and fell to the ground. However, no one could care about so much now. Taking down the Japanese
The position is important.
A large number of Japanese soldiers reacted quickly after hearing the sound of guns and artillery here. They hurriedly got out of the tent and rushed towards this side with guns in hand, but most of them were riflemen.
While Yang Ling pulled the bolt and the trigger to shoot the approaching Japanese, he pulled Sangzi and shouted at Luo Dayong: "Luo Dayong, fight quickly!"
Luo Dayong pulled the trigger without hesitation, and a flurry of bullets flew directly towards the densely packed Japs in the distance. The hot bullets hit his body and made a popping sound. The Japs rushing at the front were immediately knocked down.
Four or five.
After Luo Dayong finished shooting a magazine, he reached out, pulled out the magazine and threw it on the ground. He replaced it with another magazine, put his shoulder on the butt of the gun, and pulled the trigger. His body was shaken by the huge recoil, but
He was laughing because he saw several more Japanese being knocked to the ground.
da da da da da da
The Japanese machine gun rang out again, and a stream of light flew in the direction of Luo Dayong. The bullets had a beautiful and dazzling tracer. Luo Dayong was not in the mood to appreciate this deadly stream of light at the moment, so he hurriedly lowered his head, poof
Puff, the bullets hit the corpse in front of him, causing blood and flesh to spatter all over Luo Dayong's body.
Several machine guns from the Japanese reinforcements roared at the same time. The bullets were like water splashing into a fire net and shrouded the charging troops. The bodies of the more than ten soldiers rushing at the front were shaking violently.
There were clouds of blood mist, which were beaten into a sieve, and then fell into a pool of blood.
"Fuck you, grandma!" Luo Dayong's eyes suddenly burst when he saw this scene. He got up, grabbed the machine gun and started to pull the trigger again. However, before the bullets in the magazine were finished, the Japanese machine gun suppressed him again. He had to
Lying down again.
Under the slightly curved brim of his hat, there was no expression on Yang Ling's face hidden in the darkness. He had already expected that the Japs were well equipped and had strong firepower, so he took his time and aimed at the Japs machine gunner who was pouring bullets.
Snapped!
The Japanese machine gunner was shot in the forehead, leaving a bloody hole the size of a thumb. The highly penetrating 6.5 mm bullet directly shattered the skull. His head tilted, and the roaring machine gun stopped.
At almost the same time as Yang Ling fired, Luo Ziqiang and others who stayed behind to target the Japanese machine gunners all pulled the trigger. In an instant, only one Japanese machine gun was still firing, and the rest were all fired.