The ferocious-looking Lieutenant Akino held his command knife high and pressed forward fiercely. The howling Japanese soldiers rushed towards the defenders' position like wild beasts.
The Type 92 heavy machine gun had been torn into pieces by the explosion. Although Lieutenant Akino didn't know why the explosion occurred, he had no time to think so much and decisively issued the order to charge.
The Japanese soldiers passed by their comrades who had been beaten to pieces. They charged forward with their cowhide boots on the sticky and slippery soil, and their shining bayonets seemed to be eager to drink blood.
Lieutenant Akino heard the sound of machine guns coming from both sides. It was just the desperate struggle of the Chinese defenders. There was only one heavy machine gun firing just after passing. He had already judged that there would definitely not be many defenders on the position, and they only needed to charge forward.
Entering the position, the Chinese defenders are definitely no match for them.
Yang Ling led the two remnant soldiers as they ran toward the trench behind them. Bullets whizzed past their heads, and the soil on both sides of the trench was splashed everywhere.
call--
Yang Ling's body swooped forward and rolled into the semicircular bunker, causing a burst of dust to rise. The other two remaining soldiers followed suit and rolled into the bunker.
The three of them were breathing heavily, and when they heard the popping bullets outside, they patted their chests with lingering fear. If they were slower, they would be killed by the bullets.
Yang Ling didn't bother to rest, and immediately grabbed the Type 38 rifle that had been placed in the trench, pulled the bolt and loaded the gun, stretched his body upward, and aimed the gun at the first line of trenches.
A Japanese soldier wearing a helmet and holding a bayonet-mounted rifle had just rushed to the front line trench and was about to lie down to cover the people behind him. Yang Ling's gun rang out, and the bullet flew out at high speed along the rifling, directly crushing the Japanese soldier.
It hit the soldier's nose and then got into his head.
The Japanese who was about to lie down staggered and fell headfirst into the trench filled with mud and water. There was a splashing sound and mud and water splashed out from the trench.
Yang Ling quickly pulled the bolt, and the orange cartridge case fell out at his feet. He pushed the bullet again and loaded the gun. With the crisp impact of the firing pin, the bullet exploded in the chest of another Japanese soldier with a roar that ripped through the air.
There was a cloud of blood mist, and another Japanese soldier fell to the ground.
The other two remnants were also lying in the trench, pulling the bolts of their guns and shooting at the Japanese who were seventy or eighty meters away. However, they only saw the bullets flying out, but they did not see the bullets hitting anyone.
The Japanese soldiers' counterattack arrived quickly, with a crackling sound, the popping of sandbags outside the semicircular trench, and the dense bullets weighed down Yang Ling and the others until they could not even raise their heads.
The Japanese machine guns also rang out and began to suppress fire. The Japanese riflemen began to alternately cover each other and rush towards the semicircular trench of Yang Ling and others.
A Japanese soldier clung to the traffic and howled silently toward the semicircular trench dozens of meters away. When he was still more than fifty meters away, he took off the melon grenade in his hand and lightly tapped it on his helmet.
Take a bite, then straighten up and prepare to throw it out.
boom!
The high-speed flying bullet accurately hit the melon grenade in the Japs hand, and the grenade that had not been thrown exploded.
The grenade's rapid expansion in chemical reaction was astonishingly lethal, and the shrapnel flying everywhere was like cutting wheat, sweeping the Japanese soldiers and several Japanese behind them to the ground, turning them into bloody pieces of flesh.
"Lao Yanqiang! Fire!" Yang Ling saw the Japanese soldiers getting closer and closer, and shouted at the top of his lungs at Lao Yanqiang behind him.
Lao Yanqiang stepped forward in three steps and pushed open the sandbag hiding the Type 92 infantry gun, revealing the dark barrel.
"Give me cannonballs!"
A remnant soldier hurriedly picked up a yellow-orange high-explosive bomb and handed it to Lao Smoking.
Lao Yanqiang awkwardly loaded the high-explosive bomb into the barrel, and after completing preparations, he decisively pulled the firing rope.
Boo! The tractor shuddered violently, and Lao Yanqiang felt that his heart was also trembling.
The high-explosive bomb soared into the sky amid the spray of gunpowder smoke, then crossed a graceful path and landed among the Japanese soldiers.
The smoke filled the air, and a mushroom cloud rose among the Japanese soldiers. The four or five Japanese soldiers who were near the landing of the artillery shells were instantly torn to pieces by the expanding and exploding grenades. Their bodies were thrown high, and then fell heavily.
The hot air waves generated by the explosion were mixed with gravel, sand and shrapnel and flew in all directions. The Japanese nearby were killed and injured a lot. Even a machine gun was misfired. The machine gunner's throat was cut by the explosive shrapnel and continued to shoot outwards.
Braving blood.
The Type 92 Infantry Artillery has heavy firepower, whether it is projectile or horizontal fire. The lethality of the 70mm high-explosive shells is astonishing. Lao Yanqiang, who fired it himself, was immediately stunned.
It wasn't until the Japanese machine gun turned its muzzle and fired a burst of bullets that Lao Yanqiang realized what he was doing and hurriedly fell to the ground.
"Hahaha, I'll blast your mother!" Lao Yanqiang looked excited as if he had discovered a new toy, and shouted at the remaining soldiers huddled behind the bunker: "Bring more shells here."
The high-explosive shells of the Type 92 infantry gun exploded one after another near the Japs. The Japs were like frightened rabbits, dodging in panic.
They used to like to use this kind of infantry artillery to bombard the Chinese defenders' positions, but when they really experienced the feeling of being bombed, they complained endlessly.
The Japanese's grenade began to fire again, but the 50mm grenade from the grenade could not reach Lao Yanqiang and the others. It was of no use except blowing up the sandbags.
Yang Ling was still concentrating on pulling the bolt of the gun and shooting. Every bullet would take away the life of a Japanese soldier. As a former soldier, sniping Japanese soldiers in such an open area was just like playing without any pressure.
"I'll kill one, I'll kill one!" The remnant soldier lying next to Yang Ling shouted excitedly, his face full of excitement.
puff!
The excited screams suddenly stopped, and a bloody arrow flew into Yang Ling's face, which was still warm. The remnant soldier who was shouting excitedly was shot through the head. His head tilted and he fell to the ground.
"Ah San! Ah San!" Another remnant soldier saw his companion being beaten to death and hurriedly dropped his gun and rushed over.
"Get down!" Yang Ling roared and knocked down another remnant soldier. A bullet flew past his scalp and then went into the sandbag behind. The smell of burnt hair filled the air.
Another remnant soldier showed gratitude to Yang Ling with lingering fear. He looked at his comrade whose head was blown open, his face full of grief, and his eyes flashing.
"Ah!" At this moment, there was a scream from Lao Yanqiang's side, and then they heard Lao Yanqiang's roar: "Little devil! I'll fuck your grandma!"
"Lao Yanqiang, get down, you are the sharpshooter of the Japanese!" Yang Ling stopped Lao Yanqiang from continuing to fire in time. He looked a little solemn at the moment, they were in trouble.
"Climb along here to the back and tell everyone to evacuate quickly. I will take the rear." Yang Ling ordered the remaining soldiers with sad faces. If they stayed here any longer, they would definitely be finished.
"No, I want to avenge Ah San!" Can Bing shook his head desperately, unwilling to leave.
"If you don't want to die, get out of here!" Yang Ling didn't have time to argue with him now, so he kicked the remaining soldier to the ground and yelled.
The remnant soldiers had never seen Yang Ling get angry. Yang Ling looked particularly scary when he got angry. The remnant soldiers were frightened.
"Get out of here!"
Yang Ling tried to calm down his mood, filled the magazine with bullets again, and prepared to cover the retreat of the remaining soldiers.
Behind a hidden sandbag two hundred meters away, a Japs sergeant wearing a steel helmet and several Japs veterans did not charge forward like the other riflemen, but lay dormant quietly, as if spitting poisonous tongues.
Waiting for the opportunity to shoot.
They are all veterans who came from the Northeast. Their psychological quality and marksmanship are among the best among the Japanese soldiers. Their favorite thing to do is to lie dormant and shoot the defender officers and machine gunners. They are the absolute elite in the squadron.