Chapter five hundred and seventy-eight round battle (ten)
The Japs were as ferocious as ever, with bullets like splashing water pouring towards the Chinese defenders' forward positions, and puffs of scorched earth bounced and splashed in all directions.
Not to be outdone, the Japanese's grenades and mortars fired fiercely as if they were competing with each other, leaving the defenders' positions in shambles.
The brothers hiding in the trenches, both recruits and veterans, had their faces blackened by the flames of war, and they were unkempt and embarrassed.
"Bang!" The dull sound of gunfire was inaudible mixed with the crisp sound of machine gunfire, but as long as the enemy showed up, it would definitely not be a good thing.
The new recruit Luo Wen had already adapted to the trench full of blood. The strong smell of blood made the blood in his bones boil. Looking at the Japanese who were charging forward obscenely in the distance, he was hit by bullets and staggered down.
A proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Without the slightest hesitation, when the Japanese soldier fell, he had already grabbed the somewhat hot 79 rifle and left his shooting position.
"Puff puff!"
A series of retaliatory bullets followed, and the bullets sank into the ground hard, splashing gravel, full of the anger of the Japanese soldiers, but did not hurt the recruit Luo Wencai at all.
In the dilapidated trenches and bunkers, more and more recruits have become proficient in shooting and moving. Although there are still casualties, they are rapidly maturing under the fire of war.
The company in the forward position was fighting the Japanese in a leisurely manner. Under the fierce Japanese offensive, the position seemed shaky, but it was impregnable.
Because once the Japanese assault force breaks into a distance of tens of meters from the position, the firepower of the secret agent company brothers and the machine gun company hidden in the secondary defense will open fire to support it.
Yang Ling and his troops not only replenished more than 2,000 additional troops this time, they also prioritized the replenishment of a large number of weapons and ammunition.
As the main combat force of the Central Army, their regiment now not only has a machine gun company directly under the regiment, but each battalion is also assigned a heavy machine gun company or mortar company. The firepower of the army has been greatly enhanced.
Every time the Japs tried to attack by force, they would be suppressed by powerful firepower, although the Japs still had the advantage in aircraft and heavy artillery with a caliber above 75mm.
However, in terms of the firepower configuration of the grassroots troops, Yang Ling and his troops were almost on par with the Japanese. In particular, the Czech-style light machine guns attached to the infantry company could even suppress the Japanese's crooked light machine guns.
On such a complicated and intricate battlefield, the two sides repeatedly fought and the battle never stopped.
The company at the front was fighting the Japanese in an orderly manner. In the hidden trenches of the secondary defense, the recruits who had never been on the battlefield were watching nervously.
This kind of observation and practice of combat can help these new recruits adapt to the war-torn battlefield to the greatest extent, and the veterans' tactical explanations on the side will benefit them a lot.
Seeing bullets flying and explosions in front of them, every new soldier watching the battle listened carefully to the veterans' explanations and tried their best to absorb battlefield knowledge. After all, their own lives were at stake.
"Batalion deputy, the brothers from the second battalion are coming up. The regimental leader asked them to withdraw and rest -"
A brother rushed to the machine gun trench and squatted down. He saw the deputy battalion commander Qin Shou who was reloading the machine gun and brought Yang Ling's order.
"Got it, notify each platoon and prepare to hand over positions!"
Qin Shou said and pulled the trigger of the gun. He kept holding the trigger while talking and fired a bunch of bullets at a few Japanese men who were leaping forward obscenely.
"Puff puff -" The bullet penetrated the Jaap soldier's body with a strong impact, revealing transparent blood holes.
In the rising mist of blood, several Japs fell to the ground like ripe wheat, so frightened that the Japs behind them hurriedly shrank back.
The brothers from the second battalion who were changing defense quickly drove up along the traffic trench and replaced Qin Shou and others who were covered in gunpowder smoke and blood.
Although most of the brothers who came up were new soldiers, they had been observing the battlefield in the trenches of the secondary defense for a long time. Under the shouts of the officers, they quickly took over the position.
"Carry up all our injured brothers, and bring down all the sacrificed ones."
Qin Shou and the others had held on for the prescribed time, and now they were about to withdraw, and they suddenly felt more relaxed.
The recruits who had been fighting the Japanese for so long on the battlefield also breathed a sigh of relief, carried the wounded and the bodies of their fallen brothers, and quickly evacuated the battlefield.
Although they were panicked during the first wave of Japanese attacks and were rushed into the position by the Japanese, they performed extremely well in the subsequent resistance and did not let the Japanese succeed even once.
The retreating company was getting farther and farther away from the battlefield with fierce gunfire, and their expressions became relaxed. Although the sacrificed brothers and injured brothers made them feel sad, they still couldn't restrain themselves because they had killed the Japanese for the first time with their own hands.
Live the excitement on your face.
The companies that had withdrawn from various positions met at the intersection. Seeing each other's war-blackened faces and tattered cloths hanging all over their bodies, they hugged each other excitedly like a victorious meeting.
"How many Japanese have you killed?" Someone asked a familiar brother.
One brother replied: "I injured one of them. The Japanese were lucky enough to let him escape. I will never let him go next time!"
Although this brother was sighing with regret, he still couldn't restrain the pride on his face. In the past, when they marched and chanted slogans in the rear and received loud praise from the nation, they couldn't make him so happy now. He actually wounded a Japanese soldier.
"I also injured one, hitting his leg, and let him escape..."
The shooting accuracy of the recruits is really not to be praised. Although most of them fired more than ten or twenty rounds, not many actually killed the Japs. Most of them injured the Japs, or were suspected of injuring the Japs.
But even so, this group of new recruits, who were on the battlefield for the first time, were happy. After all, they could be considered people who had been on the battlefield and fought against the Japanese.
Yang Ling, the regimental commander, personally welcomed the infantry battalion that had persisted for an hour under the enemy's repeated attacks. Although the performance was not ideal and the number of enemy soldiers killed was not as much as the casualties, he still gave them positive encouragement.
"You are all good people. You fought well. You did not embarrass our 74th Army, nor did you disgrace the elders in your hometown. I hope you will continue your efforts and kill more Japanese soldiers next time you go to the battlefield."
The encouragement from the officer, Yang Ling, made these brothers who had experienced war for the first time flush with excitement. They received the officer's affirmation, and many of them had tears in their eyes.
"I would like to specially commend Luo Wencai from the third company of your battalion. He was calm and brave. He killed three Japs on the first battlefield. You all must learn from him!" Yang Ling said and walked towards Luo Wencai, a new recruit who was stunned on the spot.
Looking at this burly recruit, Yang Ling secretly praised that he was indeed a good soldier. He had also heard about Luo Wencai. He had a fight with Qin Shou during training. Now that he has such a record on the battlefield for the first time, it is also disappointing.
Everyone was surprised.
"Fight the Japanese well, I give you this gun as a token of recognition." Yang Ling took off his shell gun and stuffed it into Luo Wencai's hand, making the other recruits jealous.
"Thank you, everyone--" Qin Shou saw his little fellow being praised in public, with a smile on his face, and he hurriedly pushed him to remind him.
Luo Wencai reacted and stood up in panic: "Thank you, everyone!"
Yang Ling patted him on the shoulder, turned to the recruits around him and said, "I have already ordered the cooking team to prepare the meals. Let's go down to eat and rest first."
"Yes!" The recruits agreed enthusiastically, and happily went to eat under the leadership of the officers.
Yang Ling, on the other hand, kept battalion commander Liu Yidao and deputy battalion commander Qin Shou.
"Although you have completed the task of holding the position, the casualties this time are not small. When you go back, you must summarize the problems exposed this time, learn lessons, and report back to me."
"Yes!" The two battalion chiefs both suppressed their smiles and agreed in unison.
"You should go eat and rest first, and then go up in the evening."