"Little plum, barrel." Before he had time to see his own results, Luweidang shouted to the deputy shooter next to him.
"Brother Lu, be careful, the Japs' machine guns are coming towards us." The deputy shooter excitedly looked at the misfiring enemy machine guns in the distance and hurriedly handed over the barrel of the gun.
Reed Bank pressed the machine gun down, and skillfully pulled the wrench on the machine gun that was specially used to change the barrel. The barrel, which was already somewhat dark red and smoking, automatically bounced to the ground. He inserted the new barrel into the gun and pulled the wrench again.
The whole process only took less than 4 seconds, and the barrel was replaced.
He pointed the muzzle of the gun at the reeds outside the shooting port again and yelled: "Little devil, come on! Come and beat your grandpa!"
The MG42 machine gun once again spit out fiery tongues of fire, like the fury of the reeds.
Obviously, this crazy machine gunner aroused the ideas of the Japanese heavy machine gun shooters. At least three machine guns were aimed at Bunker No. 1. The shooting holes one foot long and one third of a foot wide were not insurmountable, as long as they were aimed fiercely
When shooting, according to probability, bullets will always fly into the shooting hole.
Undoubtedly, even if you are hiding in a bunker, it takes enough courage to shoot at three heavy machine guns.
But all this means nothing about courage to Lu Weedang, who has entered a state of madness. His thoughts at this moment are probably a bit similar to two ancient cavalry charging each other. It doesn't matter if you stab me to death, but I have to kill you too.
It is said that the less afraid of death on the battlefield, the less likely it is that you will die. I don’t know whether it was the reedy man who was very lucky or the Japanese heavy machine gun shooter who was very unlucky.
Compared with the 1,200 rounds per minute rate of fire of the MG42 machine gun, the 450 rounds per minute rate of fire of the Type 92 heavy machine gun is really poor.
In just 3 minutes, Luweidang fired all the standard 1,500 rounds of ammunition, replaced them with three spare barrels, and beat the three heavy machine guns he was shooting into into smithereens. The nearly a thousand rounds of ammunition fired by the Japanese army were not many.
Occasionally, two or three rounds flew into the shooting hole and hit the three-centimetre-thick steel plate shield specially designed by Grunov for the MG42 heavy machine gun type.
There was no damage in the reed swamp. After leaving the machine gun, he and the assistant gunner ran to move the ammunition boxes in the ammunition storage room. According to regulations, except for the necessary basic ammunition, other ammunition must be stored away from the battle site. This is to prevent the enemy from attacking.
Destroying the bunker will cause a larger explosion.
"The reed swamp went crazy again, and it was so paralyzed that it killed four heavy machine guns." The platoon leader of the machine gun platoon watched with his own eyes three lines of cross fire directed at the No. 1 bunker, but the tongues of fire in the bunker showed no sign of stopping.
, but they fought more vigorously, and finally silenced three of the Japanese invaders' most important firepower points. They couldn't help but cursed loudly.
The second platoon leader on the side couldn't help but rolled his eyes. You're so stupid, why don't you just say it? Do you need to show off like this?
It is definitely a great achievement for one person to kill four heavy machine guns and ten or so little Japs. As long as he survives, a first-class meritorious worker will not be able to escape. Now it is mainly the machine gun platoon that shows off its power, and the infantry
The platoon has not yet played its role, so it is no wonder that the cannon platoon commander is not popular with others in such a arrogant way.
Of course, this is just a microcosm of the battlefield.
In fact, when the heavy machine gunners of the Japanese invaders were fighting each other in the reed swamp, several mortars from the machine gun platoon hidden in the trench also began to show off their power. After a few test shots failed, the number of consecutive rounds would be as far away as 500.
Several heavy machine guns a few feet away exploded into a pile of scrap metal.
This frightened the hundreds of Japanese soldiers who were crawling on the ground and still trying to crawl 80 feet away.
In fact, the psychological quality of these Japanese veterans is already very strong. The terrifying rate of fire of the MG42 machine gun directly beat dozens of colleagues into sieves without intimidating them. Like their boss, the Emperor of Japan has won one victory after another.
The army firmly believes that the final victory must belong to them. As long as their own infantry artillery clears the damn Chinese heavy firepower points one by one, they will rush into the position and tear the Chinese to pieces.
However, before the infantry artillerymen could even speak, the other side started to fire artillery, and it was the most damning mortar.
That's right, if there is one artillery piece that the Chinese army is most afraid of the powerful Imperial Japanese Army, it must be the mortar.
According to common sense, they are lying on the ground only 100 feet away from the opponent. They are not afraid of the opponent's artillery at all, unless the opponent's artillery wants to kill them all. Because no matter how accurate the gunner is, he cannot drop the shells.
The accuracy of the points is controlled within 100 feet.
Artillery itself relies on the huge shock wave caused by the explosion of artillery shells to kill and injure the enemy. Turning a radius of several miles into a sea of fire is what artillerymen love to do. To put it bluntly, artillery kills people by probability. Every one killed counts.
Even if you are hot, they can't do anything to blow you up.
But there is a kind of gun that is different. It has an elevation angle of up to 85 degrees, which allows it to kill infantry at a closer distance. The closest range is only 100 feet. And this thing called a mortar is so poor that there is no other gun available.
The Chinese people especially like to use it.
You may be able to dodge bullets by lying on the ground, but you can never dodge mortar shells. The shock wave of the explosion will throw people up high. Of course, people will be dead before they fall and break their arms and legs. The huge shock wave will throw people up.
Human internal organs were shattered.
It can be said that the Imperial Japanese Army lying on the ground had nothing to do except fear. The only thing they could do at this moment was to try to control their bladders to prevent the liquid from gushing out of their bodies.
Turn over fertilizers to China's land.
"Baga, where is the artillery squadron? Order the infantry artillery to come closer and fire quickly." Yanagawa Kazuo's face was shaking. He didn't know whether it was because of fear or because the battlefield was so different from what he imagined.
Overstimulating.
"Captain Yanagawa, that will hurt our soldiers." Captain Fukuyama, who had just saved his superior's life, reminded him hurriedly.
"Fukuyama-kun, do you think the despicable Chinese people will give the heroic imperial army a chance to retreat?" Yanagawa Kazuo's face was grim.
Akane Fukuyama's face looked gloomy. At this time, he didn't know what the commander of the Chinese army on the opposite side had planned, so he would be serving as the squadron leader for nothing.
The Imperial soldiers were allowed to charge in front, and only the 80-foot heavy machine gun that had been hidden for a long time began to attack. Not only to increase the hit rate, but also to suppress hundreds of Imperial soldiers on the position and let their mortars
bombing.
The corners of Fukuyama Akane's eyes twitched when he thought about the consequences of his dense and stupid offensive formation being bombarded by that terrible mortar at the request of the brigade commander.
As long as the enemy's artillery shells are enough, they can turn that enemy area into a hell, a hell for the Imperial Army.
Moreover, hundreds of imperial soldiers cannot retreat. Not only is the dignity of the Imperial Army of Japan not allowing them to retreat, but more importantly, no one dares to expose their backs to the muzzles of the enemy's five heavy machine guns, which are intact.
After all, he is simply destined to serve Amaterasu.
Although it is an honor to serve Amaterasu, it is better that this honor comes later.
In comparison, Major Yanagawa's approach of approaching the opponent's machine gun bunker regardless of his own soldiers and approaching the enemy's machine gun bunker with the infantry cannon was the most correct choice. Only in that way could not only save the lives of most of the Imperial soldiers, but also win the battle.
Even if this requires some sacrifices, those sacrifices are necessary for victory.
Unfortunately, the two Japanese commanders did not know that the Chinese not only had mortars, but also other artillery.
The Bofors Mountain Cannon is a German technology that is far more accurate than all the Japanese mountain cannons. It is a mountain cannon made in Sweden.