In the silent darkness, although the dozens of remnant soldiers hiding in the dark were very cautious, the clicking sound of pulling the gun bolt still made Li Tiezhu, who was climbing over the crater, suddenly feel a shiver in his heart, and almost subconsciously rolled sideways in the crater.
Click, click, click - the black hole of the muzzle, the ferocious rotating rifling, the bullet turned into a dazzling light spot in the dark night amid the gunpowder smoke, and sank into the place where Li Tiezhu stood just now, causing dust and gravel to sputter in all directions.
Yang Ling's bronze face showed no expression at all. With his shoulder pressed against the trembling butt of the gun, three short bursts of bullets moved horizontally and vertically in an orderly manner, knocking down the moving black figures.
"Throw the grenade!" Yang Ling fired horizontally, destroying all the bullets in the bullet bridge in just ten seconds. Looking at the "jap" lying on the ground, he grabbed the grenade and raised his hand to throw it out.
After fighting with the Japs for so long, they have also gained experience. In the past, they fired from a long distance away. Not only could they not hit the Japs, but their firepower was directly exposed and they would soon be bombarded by the Japs' grenades and 37 cannons.
, after the battle, there were only a few machine guns and other heavy firepower left.
Even if they shoot against the Japs, they won't be able to gain any advantage. Their guns can't hit as far as the Japs. The Japs' 38-gauge shot has a high accuracy and a long range. In addition, the Japs have high tactical literacy and accurate marksmanship. As long as the defenders show up, their heads will definitely be blown off.
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Now they have learned to be smarter. They usually put the Japs close and then use machine guns to greet them, then throw grenades, and finally fight directly hand-to-hand. This can reduce the gap in firepower. Although it is helpless, they can at least rely on flesh and blood.
Hold your position and don't lose it too quickly.
Li Tiezhu, who was lying in the bomb crater with lingering fear, was about to call on the Gui army brothers to fight back. Suddenly he heard the person on the other side speaking Chinese and hurriedly shouted: "One of our own! One of our own!"
Although Li Tiezhu reacted quickly and hurriedly announced his door, he still threw a few grenades without holding back his hand. With several booming explosions, two Gui Army soldiers were wailing and were knocked over by the blast of air.
"Fuck you, grandma, we are our own!" Seeing his brother being overturned by the explosion, Li Tiezhu yelled and shot him in the dark distance.
Now Yang Ling and the others understood clearly that it was indeed in Chinese. They hurriedly stopped throwing the grenade, but still did not raise their heads, fearing that the Japanese were playing tricks.
These days, the Japanese are doing everything they can to seize their positions. They not only use firepower to cover, conduct sneak attacks, dress up as Chinese troops, and release poisonous gas, but they do everything. Even though the other party speaks Chinese, there is no guarantee that they are Japanese again.
Pretended.
"Old Wangtou, ask them which unit they are from." Yang Ling aimed his gun outward and whispered to Old Wangtou to shout.
Lao Wangtou was from Sichuan, and he shouted directly outside at the top of his voice: "Which unit are you from? Tell me your name!" After shouting, he retracted his neck.
At this moment, Li Tiezhu was nestling in the crater with a belly full of fire. Hearing the painful wails of several of his brothers not far away, and hearing the shouts from the other side, he no longer doubted the identity of the other party. He grabbed the gun and stood up, cursing loudly.
Answer: "From the 174th Division!"
The 174th Division? There are now nearly 80 Chinese army divisions gathered on the Songhu battlefield. Yang Ling scratched his head and thought for a long time before he remembered that they should belong to the Guangxi soldiers of Liao Lei's 21st Group Army.
After confirming that it was one of their own, the remaining soldiers hiding in the darkness all breathed a sigh of relief, put away their guns and stood up. Reinforcements were coming, and they could finally withdraw alive.
The Gui soldiers who were knocked to the ground by the grenade blast were lucky. The steel helmets they wore protected their heads. Although their bodies were more or less scratched by the explosive shrapnel, they managed to save their lives. It was a blessing among misfortunes.
Although he was not dead, Li Tiezhu still felt a fire in his heart. What could this be? Floods rushed into the Dragon King Temple, and his own people beat their own people.
Li Tiezhu left a few people to bandage the wounded soldiers, and he strode up angrily with a gun in hand to meet dozens of remnant soldiers standing sparsely among the piles of corpses.
Before the excited defenders could say hello, Li Tiezhu, with a dark face, had already walked up to him and shouted loudly: "That bastard just shouted and threw a grenade?!" He had the intention of launching an army to hold him accountable.
Lao Wangtou from the cooking team hurriedly stood up and explained: "It's dark, you are wearing helmets, and you are touching them in a dull manner. Who knows whether you are Japanese or one of our own..."
Li Tiezhu was paused by this sentence. He felt that although what the other party said was reasonable, he had injured several brothers. They came all the way to fight the Japanese, and they were injured before they even saw the Japanese. This is nothing, this cannot be done.
It was over in just a few words.
"Didn't you just hit me without saying hello! If I hadn't hid quickly, I would have been killed by a machine gun. You must give me an explanation today." Li Tiezhu was still frightened at this moment. The machine gun hit him so hard and tricky just now.
If there hadn't been a bomb crater right next to him, he would never have survived.
The remnant soldiers who were originally excited are now a little confused. They were originally full of excitement and joy, thinking that they would be able to evacuate alive when the reinforcements arrived, but now they have accidentally injured friendly troops, and they are in trouble.
Yang Ling also felt that he was careless and ordered the fight indiscriminately. He felt guilty for hurting the friendly troops. The main reason was that he was very nervous about fighting the Japanese these days. All he could think about was the Japanese soldiers wearing steel helmets. He did not expect the reinforcements from Gui.
The army also wears helmets.
You can't escape by hiding. Yang Ling took a step forward and said: "I asked you to shoot the gun, and I asked you to throw the grenade. If anything happens, come to me. Don't embarrass others."
When Li Tiezhu heard this, what did he mean? Is it reasonable to accidentally hurt someone? He rushed to Yang Ling with anger on his face, raised his fist and prepared to vent his anger for his injured brother, but a pale flash passed by in the distance, and he saw
When he reached Yang Ling's face covered in blood and dirt, he stopped dead in his tracks.
The defenders have been fighting hard on the position for several days, and the living people have become the living dead. It is good to be alive, but there is no time to clean up themselves. At this moment, all the survivors are dirty and in tatters.
Covered with blood and dirt, unkempt and disheveled, how could one describe it as miserable.
Seeing the thin soldier standing in front of him with half of his uniform torn to pieces by shrapnel, Li Tiezhu wanted to beat him up for his injured brother, but he couldn't do it. Damn it, I'm in bad luck.
"Write down today's events first, and then settle the accounts after beating the Japanese!" Li Tiezhu loosened his clenched fists bitterly, feeling discouraged. They came to attack Japanese ghosts, not to beat his own people.
Yang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief. In this criss-crossed battlefield, dangers abounded, and accidental injuries to one's own people often occurred. Fortunately, these Gui soldiers had steel helmets to protect their heads and escaped.
A large number of Gui Army soldiers arrived on the battlefield. Their uniform steel helmets and cool yellow uniforms were compared to the tattered defenders.
Looking at these Gui Army soldiers with high fighting spirit, Yang Ling had a complicated mood, but the arrival of reinforcements allowed the hard-fighting defenders to finally breathe a sigh of relief.