Soon, taking a huge risk, he jumped out of the chariot and jumped out of the house, rolling and crawling away from Kikumaru, who was about ten meters away. He was extremely grateful for the wise decision he had made.
Just ten seconds more at night, and that shabby room would become his tomb.
There was a loud "boom", and when the load-bearing wall was penetrated by the terrible machine gun again, it could no longer support the heavy beams. The entire house collapsed. All the tanks hidden inside were buried.
No longer caring about scolding the once heroic heavy machine gunner, he cowardly ran away with his tail between his legs. The huge roar of the 89 tank engine sounded. While the tracks began to rotate hard, they also fired hard to clear the obstacles in front, even if the shells were right in front of the tank.
Even if it explodes less than half a meter away.
They must leave this place, otherwise, the Chinese machine guns will come with overwhelming fire.
However, the power of the 120-horsepower diesel engine is not enough to allow the tank to get rid of the thousands of kilograms of bricks and tiles pressed on the body and the messy wood and bricks that plague the tracks. The thick black smoke can even pass through the ruins.
clear and distinct.
It's not that the imperial warriors don't work hard, it's that the tanks don't work hard! No matter how hard the Japanese tank driver stepped on the accelerator, the completely trapped tank could only roar with black smoke and the engine could not move even half a step.
In the warehouse building 200 meters away, which was invisible to Kikumaru's real injuries, a Chinese captain was laughing and spitting out the cigarette in his mouth, shouting loudly.
Spring board.
"Hi Nenliang, let me see where you are going to hide this time!" Lei Xiong, who personally controlled a machine gun, took advantage of the gap between the bullet plates in the ammunition hand and aimed the scope at the location of the black smoke in the ruins again.
A captain company commander who never carries a pistol or rifle but likes to hold a light machine gun. His first occupation was a machine gunner, and the machine gun was his favorite weapon.
The commander personally named him as the company commander of the first company of the main infantry of the first battalion. Lei Xiong's biggest wish is actually to be a machine gunner.
Only by manipulating the heavy machine cannon and watching the terrifying cigar-sized machine cannon bullets flying towards the target in clusters did he feel a deep sense of satisfaction.
But today, his wish came true. Taking advantage of Dongfeng, who had all the heavy firepower of the machine gun company under his command, before the warehouse position started to counterattack, he faced the supercilious look of Deng Ying, the commander of the machine gun company, and fired a machine gun
The shooter of the cannon rushed to the side to serve as the assistant shooter, and took the position of the shooter himself.
Not to mention that the machine gunner was helpless when facing the most courageous infantry company commander in the regiment, Magpie Nest Jiuzhan. Even Deng Ying, the machine gun company commander, was helpless. In fact, even Xie Jinyuan had no choice but to do it when he saw it.
He shook his head. His top warrior was good at everything, but he was a little too brave. He took the lead in every battle. When there were no machine guns, he also participated in the battle with a light machine gun.
However, this is also one of the reasons why Lei Xiong's No. 1 Company has become the strongest infantry company of the 542nd Regiment. In the company-level units, the most popular among the officers and soldiers is not to stay at the headquarters and command Ruoding White-faced Scholar. What they need most is
, it was Lei Xiong who threw away his hat, stood among the soldiers, and roared in the face of the enemy's overwhelming shells and bullets: "Brothers, follow me."
The little people have such a broad vision. The military god who is in charge of thousands of troops and can command Ruoding is too far away from them. What they need is leaders and brothers like Lei Xiong who will live and die with them.
Lei Xiong had a great time. In order to blow up the Japanese tank that had taken refuge in a house, he fired more than 100 rounds of artillery shells with more than ten shells. Finally, he lived up to his expectations and destroyed the house.
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Of course, Lei Xiongna, who was shooting like crazy, was also stimulated by Chen Yunfa, who set up a "Hitler chainsaw" on the other side.
It wasn't until the moment Brother Chen fired the gun that Lei Xiong finally understood why Brother Chen rarely used the strange-looking machine gun he always carried on his back.
It is really......
What should I say? It cannot be exaggerated any more.
He also finally understood why the huge backpack of the terrifying Brother Chen was filled with bullet belts, at least more than 2,000 rounds of bullet belts.
When Chen Yunfa, with the help of another soldier, connected the yellow-orange bullet belt to the machine gun, the officers and soldiers of the machine gun battery on the side finally knew how many bullets were needed to make a light machine gun.
It was really, really fast.
In just half a minute, the barrel of the gun, which had never stopped braving the flames of shooting, began to emit green smoke, but before that, it was visible to the naked eye that at least more than 500 rounds of bullets had been fired.
"Hinen Liang! If we were all equipped with machine guns, who would dare to charge here?" Veterans like Lei Xiong certainly know the terrible role of high-speed machine guns in war. They are the scythes wielded by the god of death, regardless of whether the enemy has
How many people basically have the word "death"?
Of course, this is not absolute. When the enemy's artillery fire is fierce, no matter how powerful the machine gun is, it cannot save the defeat on the battlefield. However, in a strong fortress like Sihang Warehouse, this kind of machine gun is perfect.
, anyway, even a brave man like Lei Xiong would not dare to charge in the face of this kind of machine gun.
The Japanese army on the opposite side has proven his judgment. Even if they are hiding in the ruins and have a bunker, as long as Chen Yunfa is on top and swept past with a fire whip-like trajectory, the Japanese infantry can be beaten to collapse within a second.
The exaggerated number of bullets, up to a dozen, can make everyone lose their courage. Many people think that as long as they lie on the ground or hide behind a bunker, they can withstand the bullets. That’s because you have never been on the battlefield. On the battlefield,
, many people were not killed by direct bullets, but by ricocheting bullets. No one could wait to be beaten to pieces by such a machine gun that could spit out hundreds of bullets in ten seconds.
Changing positions is the first choice of every experienced soldier, but in front of Chen Yunfa, who is the number one fire support man in the independent regiment, all individual tactics and avoidance are in vain. His arms, as thick as a child's thigh, are extremely stable.
Maintaining the violent shaking of the machine gun means that he can maintain the trajectory of a machine gun within a controllable range. He can even use the machine gun to fire continuous shots like a rifle. He is a completely monster-level machine gunner.
As long as the Japanese infantry he targeted almost never missed, they all suffered from his crazy shooting. Within two minutes, he fired nearly 1,500 rounds of bullets and killed at least fifteen Japanese infantry. This was not a blind charge.
Japs, but Japs hiding in bunkers, their killing efficiency is even comparable to that of mortars.
Stimulated by Chen Yunfa's exaggerated firepower and extremely accurate machine gun shooting, Lei Xiong also played his best. Ten bullets with a total of 100 shells served as an efficient house demolition machine, and a fierce shot directly destroyed the poor little Japanese soldier.
The tank was buried in the rubble.
Seeing the small Japanese tank struggling in vain in the ruins, smoking black smoke, Lei Xiong spit out the almost burned out cigarette in his mouth, grinning widely, and his eyes were sinister. He once participated in Songhu
The Japanese tanks that slaughtered all sides in the street attack and defense battle probably didn't expect that they would end up where they are today! In order to snipe these terrible tin cans, the 88th Division used combat artillery and machine guns to deal with them, but most of them were lost in the battle.
The Japanese army was under far more artillery fire than the 88th Division. If they wanted to destroy them, they could only send death squads to rush up from the trenches with explosive bags from the roof and detonate them.
But before that, I don’t know how many brave comrades will die under the 7.7 mm heavy machine gun equipped in the Japanese tank. Lei Xiong’s first company, as the main company, originally had a full strength of more than 160 people, but now it is only
There were 120 people, not counting the losses in more than 20 days of fighting. One of the combat squads was trying to blow up a Japanese tank, and only one person remained. Moreover, that one person also had a leg broken by a 7.7mm machine gun. He was waiting for rescue.
When I came back, the blood was almost gone.
That soldier was held by Lei Xiong, and he watched helplessly as his life drained away little by little, and he eventually died. That was the eternal pain in Lei Xiong's heart.
This is actually why Lei Xiong stubbornly drove the machine gun shooter away and took the shooter's position. The real reason was not for pleasure, but for revenge, to avenge his brothers.
Now, I have finally collected my first debt.
The moment Lei Xiong heard a soft "click" sound and inserted the ammunition hand into the spring plate, he pulled the trigger of the machine gun hard.
"Brothers of Class 6, you heroes are not far away. Look at the Japanese tanks that I will kill for you!" Lei Xiong shed big tears from the corners of his eyes, and then they were evaporated by the gunpowder smoke.
There are only traces of tears.
Only that short tear trail proved that this steel-like soldier had cried.
"Dong dong dong" the machine gun fired all ten shells at one go towards the tank buried in masonry.
Thick black smoke was still spitting out from the rear of the tank, and the engine was still roaring. However, at least six fist-sized holes on the tank body under the ruins proved that Lei Xiong was very accurate, with 60% of the hits.
The rate is enough to finish this Japanese 89 tank.
Yes, the six shells that broke into the tank smashed the cockpit and the commander's cabin at the rear in an instant. It was like Li Yuanba's 800-pound sledgehammer was hammering inside for a long time, and the steel was smashed.
What a waste, let alone the three Japanese soldiers among them.
Just as the clever Kikumaru really hurt, his three colleagues were smashed into a pile of flesh by the artillery shells that broke into the tank with a grin. Then, a shell hit the armor behind, causing violent friction.
The high temperature caused the high ignition point diesel to burst into flames. Thirty seconds later, under the nose of Sergeant Kikumaru, who was hiding more than ten meters away, the tank exploded.
Just like setting off fireworks, from the outside of the ruins, only the fire and smoke began to spread. The thousands of spare rounds in the tank did not explode at once, but first there were explosions and roars in twos and threes. It was not until ten seconds later that there was a loud bang.
Loud noise.
The 57mm short-barreled tank gun was blown away, flying high into the sky amid flying bricks and stones. This scene, refer to the birth of the stone monkey at the beginning of Journey to the West filmed by the Future Republic, is very similar to that. However,
On the screen of the Future Republic, the stone suddenly collapsed, and a monkey jumped out, but here, it was a steel rod "shooting" into the sky.
However, that is definitely not a golden cudgel, although it weighs more than one hundred kilograms.
The short-barreled gun barrel of the 57mm Type 89 tank flew higher and higher in Kikumaru's field of vision until it reached an altitude of thirty meters, and then fell at high speed.
Looking at the gun barrels that changed from big to small and then from small to big in the field of vision, the last words left by the extremely rational Japanese sergeant in this world were: "Baga, the bird is dead!"