Chapter seven hundred and ninety fourth touching the corpse
"Hainiu, you damn bitch, don't be so dumbfounded. Feed me ammunition and prepare the belt!" Yu Yang shot while looking at Wang Hainiu, who was in a daze next to him. This guy was startled by Yu Yang and nodded.
Climb to the side, take out the ammunition chain from the ammunition box and put it aside, pick up the rifle and start shooting.
The Japanese grenade finally misfired. John hid in the distance looking for the Japanese grenadier. The Japanese grenadier was very difficult to find. Most Japanese veterans could play smoothly and launch it anytime and anywhere.
So even though Yu Yang urged him repeatedly, John didn't find the target immediately.
Four grenadier soldiers were killed in a row, and the Japanese soldiers also discovered that there were people who specifically targeted the grenadier soldiers. The little Japanese soldier restrained himself and did not dare to play with the grenade launchers as openly as before. He began to look for counter-slopes, preparing to hide himself and then attack again.
Use grenade launcher.
Without the grenade suppression, the power of the two machine guns once again showed off. Several Japanese soldiers who wanted to board the bridge were directly killed, and the Japanese soldiers who wanted to carry out civil engineering work and set up machine gun positions were also shot down one by one.
"Retreat, the Japanese retreat!"
After fighting for more than ten minutes, the Japanese finally retreated to the rear after leaving dozens of corpses. When Yu Yang saw it, he immediately fired in one direction. The effect of the incendiary bombs is still there, but the fire intensity is much smaller, but the Japanese
He was full of fear of this kind of demonic fire that could not be extinguished if it caught it, so when he retreated, he always circled this area, which gave Yu Yang a chance to hit the fire.
Likewise, Lao Zhao did not let go of this opportunity. The two of them kept pouring ammunition, killing and wounding dozens of Japanese soldiers before they stopped firing.
"Phew! The little devil ran away, hahahahahaha!"
"Win, win!"
"We held it!"
"..."
After watching the Japanese retreat, the soldiers of the Seventh Company immediately stood up from their positions and cheered loudly. They repelled the Japanese attack. More than a hundred people withstood the attack of two to three hundred Japanese.
In the past, this was something that these Seventh Company soldiers would never dare to think about, but now this kind of victory has happened, and it was a victory they created with their own hands.
Yu Yang looked at a group of cheering soldiers, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit a cigarette for himself. Lao Zhao came to Yu Yang's side holding the machine gun, glanced at the soldiers around him and sighed.
In one breath: "Hey, the bad fight is still to come!"
"Well, let them celebrate. Although they have not won, it is not easy for them. It would be good to improve their morale. It will be dark in three or four hours. I don't know if they can hold on!"
"Well, the little devil will definitely not be willing to give in. Please be careful later and be careful of the little devil's plot. I'm afraid they will use poison gas bombs. If the little devil can't be defeated, he likes to come up with tricks!"
"Well, let someone prepare some water. If the Japanese really use gas bombs, it's better to be prepared. Have you put on a gas mask?"
"Bring one!"
"Okay! Pay attention later!"
Yu Yang finished smoking the cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and waved his hand: "People from the first class, go clean up the battlefield. John, come and find them. There must be someone pretending to be dead, find them and kill them! People from the second class
Go to the river to get some water, and prepare a piece of cloth for each person!"
"receive!"
On the anti-Japanese battlefield, various conspiracies and tricks of the Japanese soldiers emerged one after another. Among them, pretending to be a dead body and shooting coldly was one of the common methods used by the little devils, and it was also the most effective method.
The Japanese knew that the Chinese army was short of ammunition supplies. After fighting an offensive and defensive battle, if the position was not secured, the Chinese army would clean the battlefield and collect ammunition.
Therefore, when Japan retreats, some soldiers will stay behind and pretend to be dead. If someone is cleaning the battlefield, they will secretly fire black guns. After firing a shot, they will immediately pretend to be dead. It is difficult to be discovered.
But now that John is here, these Japanese hiding among the corpses are unlucky. The A in John's hand is equipped with an eight-fold lens, and he can clearly see the subtle movements of every soldier on the battlefield. He quickly found two
The dead Japanese were shot to death instantly.
"Clean the battlefield faster. As long as you have bullets and grenades, don't worry about other things. Don't take canned watches. When you win, those things will be yours. Just the ammunition! And you, be careful of the wounded soldiers of the little Japs.
, the wounded soldiers will be killed directly!" Yu Yang kept reminding the soldiers in the first squad loudly.
Japanese soldiers are all beasts, and wounded soldiers are wounded beasts. These wounded soldiers will usually pull one or two Chinese soldiers on their backs.
A group of soldiers jumped directly into the river and swam across the Panjing River. After landing on the shore, they immediately lay down on the ground and moved towards the battlefield bit by bit. Each one of them had a bag on them, carrying bullets and bullets in the pockets of the Japanese soldiers.
The grenades were put into the bag. After touching one, he touched the other one.
"When you touch the corpse, remember to touch it up. Don't rush to touch it and shoot directly at the Japanese soldiers who are not sure whether they are dead or not!"
Yu Yang looked at the movements of his soldiers and immediately reminded him loudly again. Just as he finished speaking, there was an explosion not far away. Yu Yang turned around and saw that the soldier who was touching the body had been killed by the explosion.
A Japanese wounded soldier was pulled down.
"Damn you little devil!" Yu Yang punched the trench with his fist. If possible, he did not want his soldiers to risk their lives to touch the corpses, but the country was poor and ammunition supply was very difficult.
If there is one less shot and no replenishment, the position cannot be defended at all!
But with a precedent, the other soldiers were much more careful. They basically touched the corpse with their guns before approaching it. Once they found something was wrong, they immediately stabbed it twice or fired a shot before touching the corpse, although the speed was slow.
Quite a few, but at least there were no casualties.
Five minutes later, Yu Yang looked at his watch and saw that the Japanese were about to attack again. He immediately picked up the thing that had just been rolled up with iron sheet and looked like a loudspeaker and started shouting for retreat.
Transporting the items recovered from the corpse is a problem, but it cannot stop the soldiers' imagination. Some soldiers carry long ropes with them when they cross the river, and when they want to retreat, they hang their bags
On the rope, then wind the rope to the middle of the bridge. Someone stands at the end of the bridge and pulls the rope hard, so that the bag can be pulled back.
In this way, you don’t have to worry about the bullets and grenades in the bag getting soaked in water. You can easily pull them back as long as they are not caught on something. This time, Murphy’s Law on the battlefield did not take effect, and the worry about the backpack being caught on something did not happen.
Several backpacks were pulled back safely. Seeing this scene, Yu Yang breathed a sigh of relief. A total of eleven soldiers from the first and second squads went out. Except for one person who died, ten returned safely and brought back a lot of good things.
