Yang Ling lay down in the trench and reached out to take out the sand from the gap in the sandbag. The light from outside shone in, and he could clearly see the approaching Japanese soldiers through the narrow gap.
There are about 200 Japanese soldiers in a squadron. The light and heavy machine guns and grenade launchers are far behind. Those at the front are the Japanese riflemen.
These Japanese riflemen moved forward in a skirmish line with their waists hunched over, widening the gap between their squads. One squad was half-crouching on guard, while the other squad was pushing forward. The tactics were extremely cumbersome.
Yang Ling originally wanted to wait for the Japs to get closer before fighting. Seeing how insignificant the Japs were, he had to give up this idea. If he really waited for the Japs to get close, once the Japs broke through the fire net, they would not even have a chance to fight back.
Yang Ling shrank down the trench, and more than a dozen remaining soldiers immediately surrounded him, looking at him quietly, waiting for his orders.
"The Japanese are very cautious. We have to start fighting in advance. Brother Zhou, please take a few people to the back and cover our retreat later."
Lao Yanqiang nodded, and immediately led a few remnant soldiers along the traffic trench and headed straight for the second trench, where Yang Ling hid a Type 92 heavy machine gun.
Last night, the 361st Regiment took advantage of the rainy night counterattack to catch the Japanese off guard. The light and heavy machine guns deployed by the Japanese soldiers on the periphery were blown into parts by Yang Ling and his men with grenades, and they did not work at all.
Before the rest of their heavy firepower could open fire, the Chinese troops had already rushed into the Japs' position, and the two sides engaged in a hand-to-hand combat. It was dark, and the Japs' light and heavy machine gunners were worried about accidental damage, so they did not take advantage of their firepower.
In the end, the soldiers of the 361st Regiment relied on their tenacious struggle to fight off all the Japs in the position, and then repelled the Japs who came up for reinforcements. Although they suffered heavy losses, they also captured a lot.
In addition to three Type 92 heavy machine guns, there are also more than a dozen Type 96 light machine guns that can only be used, and there is also a Type 92 infantry cannon. The rest of the weapons and ammunition are countless, which also made Yang Ling and the others a fool.
Rich man.
The reason why Yang Ling held his position and refused to leave was because his confidence came from these light and heavy weapons.
If someone else had so many light and heavy weapons, they could only stare blankly, because the remaining wounded only totaled more than a dozen, and there was no way they could use firepower.
But Yang Ling was different. He was familiar with these firearms. Soldiers didn't know how to use them. He taught these remnants step by step how to use them. Then he divided more than ten remnants into several groups and cleverly arranged them on the battlefield, waiting for the Japanese soldiers.
Come and die.
Anyway, they now have countless ammunition in their hands, they just need to fight hard.
After Yang Ling's instructions, the remaining soldiers got into their positions according to Yang Ling's previous arrangements and quietly waited for the Japanese to arrive.
Yang Ling and three remnants guarded the first trench, and the sharp weapon in their hands was a Type 92 heavy machine gun. This was a harvester on the battlefield. It could definitely drink a pot of the little Japanese, and use the Japanese's weapons to fight the Japanese.
This is called tit for tat.
There are three remnants, one ammunition feeder, two responsible for pressing bullets on the blank plate, and Yang Ling is the main shooter.
The Type 92 heavy machine gun was not placed in an obvious machine gun bunker, but was cleverly hidden between several sandbags by Yang Ling. It had a good range of fire and was not easily discovered by the Japanese.
Through the gaps in the sandbags, we can see the Japanese soldiers changing from blur to clear. The yellow five-pointed stars on their helmets are clearly visible. The 38 rifles in the hands of the Japanese are all equipped with bayonets, and the bayonets glow coldly in the mist.
The ammunition feeder's eyes were also looking outward at the Japs. When he saw the densely packed Japs surging forward, his face turned pale and the hand holding the magazine trembled slightly.
Yang Ling saw the nervousness of the bomb supplyer. He reached out and patted his shoulder, and whispered encouragement: "Don't be nervous, just think of them as a bunch of pigs, there is nothing to be afraid of."
When the bomb supplier heard Yang Ling referring to the Japanese as pigs, he almost burst out laughing. There were no pigs wearing clothes. However, after Yang Ling said this, his inner tension eased a lot.
Lieutenant Jizi Akino ordered to stop when he was still four or five hundred meters away from the position. He squatted on the ground and listened carefully, observing the position with great caution.
Finally, he waved to the grenade squad behind him. The grenade squad immediately understood, and six Japanese soldiers with three grenades came forward, preparing to make a tentative attack first.
"Get down, get down." Yang Ling observed that the Japanese grenade was about to be fired, and immediately ordered the three remaining soldiers in a low voice to take cover.
The 50mm grenades flew along an arc towards Yang Ling's position as smoke emitted from the grenade barrel. With loud banging noises, they exploded one after another, filling the air with smoke.
The shrapnel and gravel thrown up by the explosion swayed in all directions with the air waves, falling all over Yang Ling and the others. Compared to the Japanese heavy aircraft cannon, this grenade was like scratching an itch. As long as they hid behind the explosion
Within a range of four or five meters, you can sit back and relax.
The Japanese's grenades fired two rounds at the position one after another, hitting eight shells, and then stopped.
When the smoke cleared, Lieutenant Akino looked around and saw that the entire position was still dead silent with no sign of anyone alive.
Did the Chinese defenders evacuate after the counterattack last night? Lieutenant Akino lowered his head and thought, but he had to fire the arrow because of the arrow. He waved to a sergeant and ordered the attack.
After receiving the order, the sergeant immediately took more than a dozen Japanese soldiers into action. They used bomb craters and corpses to cover their approach to the position, which was very insignificant.
There was still no movement until the sergeant led his men to approach the position 150 meters away. Lieutenant Akino finally felt relieved. It seemed that there was really no one in the Chinese defenders' position, and he immediately ordered the other teams to start attacking.
Yang Ling looked at the approaching Japanese soldiers with a sneer on his lips, put his hands on the heavy machine gun, pointed at the Japanese soldiers directly in front and pulled the trigger.
The unique violent sound of the Type 92 heavy machine gun rang out in the silent position. Unlike the rattling sound of the light machine gun, the heavy machine gun was an angry roar, and the harsh noise immediately pierced the eardrums.
The high-speed exploding bullets flew along the powerful bore, sweeping away with arrogance and violence towards the Japanese soldiers who were more than a hundred meters away.
The sharp sound of the whistling bullet tearing through the air resounded throughout the space, and it crashed into the Jaap Soldier's chest with arrogance. There was no blood mist, only flesh and blood flying around. The powerful impact made the Jaap Soldier's body reel.
Trembling, he was beaten to a bloody pulp and fell to the ground unwillingly.
The Type 92 heavy machine gun wafted out light yellow smoke, filled with the choking smell of gunpowder smoke, reflecting Yang Ling's stern face under the brim of his hat, without any expression.
The bright empty bullet casings continued to fall, connecting into lines, like rain, and the Japanese outside the trenches were also being harvested in patches, just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. This was a massacre.