The Japanese army did not charge with all their strength, but relied on the terrain to covertly maneuver. Liu Lang fired one shot at another place, fired a magazine, and killed five Japanese soldiers in a row.
Soon, he was targeted by the Japanese troops who rushed to a distance of 200 meters. The Japanese troops, who had already figured out that the firepower on the opposite side was no more than a dozen rifles, began to cover it with unscrupulous firepower. The three machine guns in the front began to chase Liu Lang's ass and fire with all their strength.
Did not say.
The Japanese army's grenade launchers also began to show great power. Liu Lang only heard from the old man that the Japs' grenade launchers were extremely accurate.
Hit the target.
In this first real face-to-face field battle with the Japanese army, Liu Lang realized that not only was the old man right, he actually had reservations about the ability of the Japanese grenadiers.
Liu Lang, who was targeted by three machine guns and a dozen Japanese shooters and had to hide in the tunnel, witnessed with his own eyes two Japanese grenades more than ten meters away directly hit the soldiers hiding in the tunnel without showing their heads. The caliber 50 mm had a range of 175 meters.
The grenade fired by the Type 10 grenade is almost as powerful as a mortar shell.
The result of being hit directly by the mortar was obvious. The bodies of the two soldiers were torn apart in the rising fireworks, including their guns.
Gunshots from the flanks also rang out, and the Japanese on the flanks also began to attack aggressively.
Liu Lang picked up the Type 91 grenade hanging from his waist, which was called a melon grenade in his previous life, banged it on his helmet, and threw it out of the tunnel with all his strength.
The fat man's original strength was not small. The grenade drew an arc, flew over a distance of nearly forty meters, and exploded. This was already the limit that an extremely good grenadier could achieve.
Although it was recorded in the previous life that the soldier in the People's Liberation Army who threw a grenade the farthest had thrown it 102 meters, but that was training after all, and his body was extremely stretched. It is extremely rare to throw a grenade thirty or forty meters like a fat man while squatting.
However, not to mention that the Japanese army was still 150 meters away, the exploding grenade was just equivalent to a large firecracker. What made Major Naouchi quite speechless was that this group of soldiers, whom he considered to be China's elite, actually
I couldn't figure out the direction, so I threw the grenade behind me.
To use a modern phrase, Major Naouchi felt that he was really screwed up.
"Fire, fire, kill those sons of bitches." 500 meters away, Zhao Ergou yelled at the top of his lungs.
There was a "boom", but at a distance of only 700 meters, it took less than two seconds for the 75mm mountain cannon shell to hit the attacking Japanese column hard.
Several Japanese soldiers who were relatively close rose into the air like goddesses scattering flowers, and then fell heavily to the ground. Judging from their motionless figures, the chance of returning to the embrace of Amaterasu was basically 100%.
Liu Lang's grenade was just a signal for Zhao Ergou to fire. There was no need to aim in the dark night. Liu Lang had already marked out the shooting points for him. As long as he saw the signal, he would go 250 meters directly in front of the position.
Fire at 100 meters without stopping until all the shells are fired.
Liu Lang wanted to make this area where the Japs attack the most sharply and make it the saddest place for them.
The reason why artillery is called the God of War is because of its huge power. It has been recorded that during World War II, a German camp retreated to rest. As a result, a 203mm howitzer from the Soviet Army fell into the camp, and then
This battalion was directly deorganized.
Although the 75mm mountain artillery was not as powerful as killing hundreds of people with one cannon, when the cannon fell, the Japanese troops, who had almost no fortifications to hide within a 30-meter radius, were either killed or injured.
It wasn't until this moment that Naouchi Shaofumi remembered that the damn Chinese still had a cannon, a cannon that was enough to blow all the 100 people he led into smithereens.
It was no longer possible to retreat. The commander of the regiment was reduced to ashes. He led 100 men in the attack and a dozen of them were beaten to pieces. He was not killed by artillery but when he returned, he stabbed himself in the stomach with a knife and pulled it out.
If you can't retreat, you can only attack.
"Kill him." Major Naouchi tore open his collar, pulled out his command sword, swung it forward, and roared angrily.
This is a desperate attack. Either the enemy dies or we die.
Not only the front, but also the Japanese on the flanks began to rush towards the position of Liu Lang and others with all their strength after receiving the order to attack.
The Japanese army finally used all their strength this time. All six machine guns of the two teams sprayed out flames, suppressing the defensive positions on the opposite side with firepower and covering the infantry charge.
Compared with the rain of bullets pouring down from the opposite side, the defense line of the remnants of the national army with less than twenty rifles in total was too weak. It was like a small boat in the huge waves, and it would capsize in the next moment.
But there was a smile on Liu Lang's lips. Under the threat of the cannon, the Japanese couldn't help but reveal all their trump cards.
But he still has big cards in his hand that he has yet to play.
The devils are the devils after all, and they have never understood the true meaning of Sun Tzu's Thirty-Six Stratagems in the Art of War, what is meant by showing the enemy weakness, and what is meant by attacking him unprepared.
Chi Dakui lay crouched in the hastily built bunker, staring with red eyes at the dozens of Japanese who were hunched over and charging towards the position. He was trembling with excitement. Finally, it was Chi Dakui's turn to show off his power.
According to Liu Lang's pre-battle order, as long as the Japanese did not attack with all their strength, his machine guns were not allowed to fire.
Seeing with his own eyes his brother was blown up into a shower of blood by a Japs grenade in front of him, but he could only stare with his eyes wide open and couldn't fire a single shot. For Chi Dakui, that kind of heart-wrenching pain would never happen again.
Don't want to experience it a second time.
Now, only the blood of Japanese soldiers can relieve pain.
Chi Dakui aimed at the target and pulled the trigger.
The ten bullets fired instantly were like a fiery red whip in the night sky, lashing out at the charging formation of Japanese soldiers, causing four or five Japanese soldiers to fall down.
The specially modified 6.5mm bullets were accelerated by the greater chamber pressure of the Type 11 machine gun, gaining greater kinetic energy and causing greater damage to the Japanese soldiers who were hit.
A Japanese soldier's arm was just swept by a machine gun bullet. With a "bang" sound, his entire arm was blown off completely. Because of the pressure difference between the body and the outside, the blood from the wound on the stump was like being suddenly blown away.
The water cannon that was opened suddenly sprayed out, covering the heads and faces of the two soldiers next to them who were caught off guard.
At this moment, an exploding artillery shell in the distance caused an unknown explosion. The violent explosion dyed the entire sky red. In the sudden flash of light, the Japanese soldier in everyone's field of vision,
It's like a flower suddenly blooming.
Blood red and strange.
But the person involved seemed unaware of it. Under the dull gazes of his two companions, he was still running forward, running for nearly ten meters.
It wasn't until an unbearable pain struck that the Japanese soldier realized that his arm was missing.
The inhuman screams of people covering their stumps had just started, and it was already over. Naouchi Shaofen personally ended his soldier's life with a shot.
Not only to end his suffering as soon as possible, but also to keep his morale from falling any further.
An excellent Japanese commander must not only be cruel to the enemy, but also be kind to his own people.