Chapter five hundred and seventy-fifth round battle (seven)
The Japanese lieutenant, covered in gunpowder and blood, rolled and crawled back to the trench where they started. Bullets flew from the swirling smoke behind him and hit the upper edge of the trench, causing scorched earth to splash.
"Da da da--"
"Teng Teng Teng——"
The fire support points throughout the Japanese trenches opened fire one after another, and bullets poured out like a violent storm, intertwining into a dense firepower network to cover the Japanese soldiers who had failed to attack and retreated.
"Shoot! Shoot!"
In the invisible smoke of gunpowder, the Japanese officers roared at the top of their lungs, and the sound of gunfire was rapid and fierce.
Puffy pieces of earth suddenly bounced on the ground, and the explosive fire burst out with orange-red flames, making the air seem to burn and suffocating.
The Japanese soldiers who retreated stumbled back under the cover of machine guns as if they were being chased by ferocious beasts.
From time to time, someone's body was penetrated by bullets, and streams of blood spurted out from their chests. They staggered and fell to the ground as if they were drunk, and could never get up again.
The bullets flying in the smoke were tricky and vicious. Many of them pierced the calves of the defeated Japanese soldiers, causing them to fall to the ground like wooden stakes, rolling and groaning in pain on the dirty ground.
"Please take me away..."
Watching their panicked companions running past them one after another, the Japanese whose calves were shattered by bullets stretched out their blood-stained hands in supplication and shouted.
But now that the retreating Japanese soldiers are all mud bodhisattvas and cannot save themselves when crossing the river, how can they care about those burdensome people who have fallen to the ground and are seriously injured?
Those bullets penetrated the legs, and the Japanese soldiers who fell to the ground and lost the ability to move looked at their companions who left cruelly, with despair on their faces. They never thought that one day they would be abandoned by their companions.
But those fierce-looking Chinese officers and soldiers had already raised their swords to kill through the smoke. They saw that their companions who were covering behind were knocked to the ground one by one.
They could even hear the sound of the big knife tearing apart the body and the clicking sound of the bones colliding. The flying blood fountain and the heart-rending screams were like heavy hammers hitting their hearts, making them feel fear.
The Japanese soldiers whose legs were broken by bullets endured the pain and crawled toward their positions like wriggling maggots, leaving strips of blood behind them.
These arrogant and arrogant Japanese soldiers really couldn't figure out where the murderous god of death came from. Their bloodthirsty and crazy eyes made them all feel scared and frightened.
They were frightened when they saw the swords in their hands slashing and slashing each of their companions, causing their stumps to fly everywhere, and blood mist spraying wildly. Was this still the weak Chinese army?
Yang Ling and his subordinate special agent company only supported one platoon, but they were all veterans of bloody battles.
Each of the veterans who had survived the bloody battles was as strong as the Japs. They suddenly rushed out and caught the Japs by surprise.
But the Japanese were also well-trained and retreated quickly when they saw the situation was going badly. At first, they retreated while covering each other.
However, this group of veterans who rushed up were too strong. They knew the Japanese tactics very well. They knew they wanted to run away when they saw the Japanese's movements. How could they let the Japanese achieve their wish?
They were fighting almost right next to the Japs, making it impossible for the Japs to keep distance to cover each other and evacuate. The swords were flying, blood and flesh were flying, and the Japs were crying for their fathers and mothers after being killed by these murderous gods.
A Japanese second lieutenant was chased in a hurry. He led more than a dozen Japanese soldiers back with stabs and tried to fight back. However, in the blink of an eye, they were all chopped into bloody pieces. Their bloody heads were smashed by countless feet like rubber balls.
He stepped on it and kicked it until it rolled around on the ground.
This group of veterans of the special agent company were not reckless people who did not know how to advance or retreat. Faced with the fierce firepower swept out from the Japanese trenches, they did not rush into it rashly.
Looking at the dozens of Japanese remnants running back in panic under the cover of machine gun fire, a veteran cursed unwillingly: "Damn, they ran pretty fast!"
"Hey, if you can run away from the first grade of junior high school but not the fifteenth grade, we will take care of them all sooner or later!"
Another veteran smiled and stabbed the bloody sword into a wounded Japanese soldier not far away who was trying to hide in the pile of corpses. Then he calmly took out the valuables from the Japanese soldier and put them into his pocket.
The veterans pursued fiercely and retreated quickly. They knew that with their own strength, they could not break through the Japanese's heavily defended position.
Without any hesitation, they returned to their position with their injured brothers and killed several Japanese soldiers who were hiding alone on the battlefield.
Seeing the chasing Chinese officers and soldiers retreating, the machine guns covering the Japanese also stopped. The machine gunners wiped the sweat from their foreheads, terrified.
It was obviously a well-prepared attack, but the troops had already rushed into the Chinese Army's position, but were killed in the blink of an eye.
Although they were only shooting from a distance to cover their retreating comrades, seeing the sharp and cold eyes of the chasing Chinese officers and soldiers as they retreated still sent chills down their spines, and they couldn't help but feel a little scared.
When the bloody Japanese lieutenant heard the gunshots stop, he struggled to get up, exposed half of his head and looked out of the trench. He saw that the group of murderers had retreated, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
But when he saw the corpses on the ground and the dozens of soldiers who had fled back in embarrassment, he felt like crying. In just such a short time, most of the two teams were destroyed, and they almost lost their lives. Those fierce Chinese soldiers
Who are they? Elite reinforcements? He is very confused.
"Lieutenant Miyazaki, the captain asked you to go over and report the situation."
A messenger came in a hurry and conveyed the order to the embarrassed Miyazaki with sympathetic eyes.
When the Japanese Lieutenant saw the expression on the messenger's face, he knew that the loss of troops and generals in this attack must have angered his commander, so he headed towards the brigade headquarters in great frustration, preparing to accept punishment.
Soon, the Japanese lieutenant got into the brigade headquarters that was half hidden in the trench. When he saw the brigade leader sitting on the ammunition box with a dark face, the lieutenant stood up and saluted.
"Why did the attack fail?"
The dark-faced captain suppressed his anger and coldly questioned the lieutenant who was standing there covered in blood.
The lieutenant knew that so many soldiers had been killed this time. As the commander of the team, he could not escape the blame and it was natural for him to accept the punishment.
But he was really unwilling to give in. He had clearly defeated the Chinese troops in the position. If it weren't for the Chinese troops who suddenly came out with reinforcements, they would have captured the position at this moment.
"Captain, we have already invaded the Chinese Army's position, but we encountered a surprise attack by a powerful Chinese Army. Each of them is equipped with sophisticated equipment and has strong close combat capabilities."
The lieutenant looked at the captain who was cold and silent, paused and said, "Their strength is no less than that of the imperial officers and soldiers, and their close combat capabilities have even surpassed that of the imperial officers and soldiers."
"Baga!" When a captain standing next to him heard what the lieutenant said, he suddenly became furious and shouted angrily: "Our Imperial Japanese Army is invincible! You are just trying to justify your failure!"
"Hi Yi!" The lieutenant bowed his head heavily, not daring to refute the angry captain.
But the Japanese captain's expression did not waver at all. Instead, he sat steadily and said to the lieutenant: "You continue."
"Hey!" the lieutenant continued to add: "The general strength of the Chinese Army is not that strong. They must have secretly mobilized elite troops to the front line. The strength of the Chinese Army guarding the position is not strong, but they are hiding in the dark.
The troops are strong and have no intention of exposing their strength this time. I doubt they have any major combat operations."
After hearing the lieutenant's analysis, the surrounding Japanese officers all showed thoughtful expressions. After a few seconds of silence, the Japanese captain also ordered the intelligence staff: "Quickly send someone to find out the number of the Chinese army on the opposite side."
"Hi Yi!" the Japanese intelligence officer hurried away.