This bloody scene not only scared the remaining five little Japanese to death, but also Chen Yunfa and the five special forces soldiers were dumbfounded.
A special soldier named Hua Tianli glanced at the position of the female guard platoon with a guilty conscience, and began to consider the correctness of his previous choice in sending flowers to a female soldier in the guard platoon. These tigresses are really too
Terrible.
It was so bloody to kill a little devil, and it was really wasteful. It seemed that in order to kill this little devil, two machine guns actually fired more than a thousand rounds of bullets. What a prodigal bitch!
As soon as the prodigal women appeared on the scene, they beat the men of both China and Japan until they were very depressed.
Of course, it only hurts slightly that the Chinese men were friendly forces. But for the six Japanese soldiers who were still alive, it was a big disaster. They were just hitting their crotches with big sticks! They were completely smashed.
rhythm.
The fierce firepower gave the girls a taste of the sweetness. Four light machine guns and two heavy machine guns continued to fire at the Japanese troops hiding behind the bunkers under the flares.
The bushes on the battlefield were like being hit by a chainsaw, being beaten into pieces and leaves in rows, making it even more miserable than after a storm.
The once extremely proud elites of the Japanese Imperial Army were like poor quails, hiding behind rocks and shivering without even daring to raise their heads.
In the face of the rain of bullets, not to mention the so-called pride of the empire, even the family glory that Lieutenant Ono Nagato dreamed of was shattered.
At this time, surviving is the most important thing.
The battle had begun for several minutes, but the boss who was responding to them had made no movement at all. In fact, by this time, the Japanese lieutenant was also desperate. If the Chinese made such a big move, it would not be long before the surrounding large forces would come over and attack them.
This area is tightly surrounded, and those who don't run away are Baga's fools.
Don’t they all say that the Chinese are so poor? There will never be such abundant ammunition in battle? So what we encountered in Baga are not Chinese? Lieutenant Nagato Ono angrily recalled all the people in the Imperial Intelligence Department in his heart.
The maternal relatives greeted me all over.
Of course, his only hope now is that if the intelligence officers whom he greets his maternal relatives are more accurate, the Chinese's strafing at any cost, which is even crazier than the Imperial Japanese Army, will finally stop.
A moment. Thousands of rounds of bullets are enough to support an imperial army squadron in a battle. The Chinese, who are not very numerous, will not continue their firepower like this!
There is an old saying in China: As long as you persist, sooner or later your dreams will become reality.
Lieutenant Ono Nagato relied on this to hold on to his dream behind the stone, so after a few minutes, his dream finally came true.
Several machine guns switched from strafing to burst fire, and the firepower finally became sparse.
There was a smile on Ono Nagato's face. As long as darkness came, he could use the cover of night to escape. As for his companions, he couldn't care about them. Moreover, there was even a trace in his mind.
The little devil was dancing that he couldn't even control.
Don't run away, fight the Chinese! Maintain the pride of the Imperial Army! Let's all be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor!
By the way, it will become his last barrier to escape from this battlefield.
Then, as a fire suddenly lit up dozens of meters away, a "bang... bang..." sound came, and Ono Nagato's face suddenly turned white.
It is completely comparable to the pale face of Kurokawa Yuichi who was beaten into a puddle of minced meat by a machine gun earlier.
Baga's dream was shattered by reality.
Is this a mortar?
Yes, Ono Nagato’s military common sense is correct.
The reason why the machine gun changed from burst firing to strafing was not because the guard platoon's bullet supply was out of supply. As a defensive force, the guard platoon of the field hospital that has entered wartime is equipped with 5,000 rounds of ammunition according to the wartime rations of independent regiments. Each MG42 heavy machine gun is equipped with 5,000 rounds of ammunition.
Each light machine gun is issued with 1,500 rounds of ammunition. Not to mention the more than 3,000 rounds of ammunition fired now, they will have no problem even if they fire another 10,000 rounds.
However, this group of "prodigal women" headed by Mi Zhi suddenly realized that they should not waste so much. Their guard platoon also had two Type 60 mortars, which could be used to deal with those who were hiding behind bunkers and did not dare to raise their heads.
The little devil.
The first ball of fire did not hit any target, but it was just a test fire. The "prodigal women" were not in a hurry. They were not the guys in the artillery battalion who made a living by shooting artillery. They would test fire two or three cannons or even four or five.
Their real skill is to hit the target with the cannon. Even if they can't be killed, they still need to scare those little Japs out who only dare to hide and then kill them with guns.
A group of special forces headed by Chen Yunfa bared their teeth and said, "Well, these "prodigal women" have defeated the bullets and then came to defeat the artillery shells. This level of artillery shooting is unparalleled.
A Japanese soldier hiding behind a rock half a man high became their target first. Starting from the time when the first shot hit him ten meters away, five consecutive shells exploded five or six meters away from the rock. The closest one was also
It just happened to be exploded two meters in front of the rock. It exploded into flames and scattered stone debris. But the Japanese invader behind the rock was unscathed.
This is because the girls participated in actual combat for the first time. In normal training, they may hit the target by firing three or four rounds, but this is why training can never replace actual combat. The psychological tension and complexity on the battlefield
The battlefield environment cannot be replaced by a training ground.
The special forces soldiers were right to think so. After firing six artillery shells in a row without killing a single enemy, it was definitely a loser.
But for the Japanese soldier who was targeted by the girls and hiding behind the rock, that was not the case. When the first mortar shell exploded ten meters away from him, the man named Eguchi Noh
The living Japanese soldiers have completely entered despair mode.
He was targeted by the Chinese, not by guns, but by artillery. In front of the artillery shells, the hard rock could no longer serve as a barrier for him to block the Chinese firepower.
For the Japanese soldier, he was like a death row prisoner who was sentenced to death, waiting for the last moment to come. A shell falling from the sky fell behind a stone or on a stone, and the shrapnel and air waves flying in the sky tore him into pieces.
's corpse.
For a death row prisoner, when is the most painful time? Not when he is shot in the head, but when he waits, from when he knows he is sentenced to death to when he goes to the execution ground and is shot in the head.
The Japanese soldier's name was well chosen. Eguchi can survive. This name has blessed him with no damage or even a scratch in the battles with the Chinese in the past two years. However, in this kind of artillery shell after shell
On the battlefield that was getting closer and closer, Eguchi didn't feel like he could continue to live despite being able to survive.
At this time, what made him most angry was not that he was blown to pieces by a cannon to serve His Majesty the Emperor. But, damn it, the Chinese couldn't hit him one time after another.
This made his heart of an imperial warrior who bravely and fearlessly face the final death suffered unprecedented damage.
This is a huge devastation to anyone.
The Chinese stubbornly fired one shot after another, almost burying them in mud and smoke, but they could not hit the target.
Damn it, this is really inhumane.
The Japanese soldier who came from a small family in Kyoto couldn't bear the pain of being blown to pieces while waiting endlessly.
He suddenly stood up, picked up his submachine gun and fired fiercely at the guard platoon, screaming while firing.
Chen Yunfa, who is proficient in Japanese, clearly heard this man shouting: "Despicable Chinese people, come on! Kill me! The brave and fearless warriors of the Japanese Empire are not afraid."
Not afraid? Not afraid, your face is whiter than the light of a flare? Not afraid, your cheeks are shaking, don't tell me that they were shaken by the flower mechanism in your hand.
No matter how loud the machine gun fires with an effective range of no more than 100 meters, who do you think the submachine gun bullets with erratic impact points will pose a threat?
Once Shui's "bang" shot turned the pale Japanese soldier, who had lost control and exposed his upper body under the pressure of huge fear, into a "big painted face".
The bullet penetrated the bridge of his nose, shattering the bridge of his nose and causing a large amount of blood to spurt out. At the same time, the brain tissue that had been turned into a paste by the bullet also gushed out along with the blood.
The "brave" Japanese soldier probably still had resentment and his body was still strong.
Then, a mortar shell flew over accurately and hit the rock. The huge air wave tore the Japanese soldier who had been killed by one shot into pieces and threw them around.
"I hit it!" A female soldier with the rank of private, who was glared at by her platoon leader, cheered with relief.
...
Sergeant Hua Tianli quietly wiped his sweat. This was the "prodigal woman" to whom he sent wild flowers.
It took seven rounds of artillery shells to kill a little Japs. The devil was damned.
But obviously, the female gunner who "knows shame and then becomes brave" performed much better in the back than in the front. As she became more and more skillful, she only used five cannons to kill two more Japs.
Two of the three remaining little Japs didn't imitate their companion who was so oppressed by fear that he used Japanese "bravery" to shoot his enemy with only bullets in the chamber and then was blown up into a torch. They actually
Before the shells came, he jumped out of his bunker and escaped.
He stuck his butt out and ran wildly into the darkness behind him.
There is no so-called tactical evasion, just use all your strength to escape.
A good foundation in martial arts and the potential of the human body unleashed by the desire to survive allow them to run very fast like sharp arrows that escape the bowstring.
In this relatively empty battlefield, under the slowly falling light of the flares, their khaki military uniforms were as dazzling as bright lights in the dark night.
Under the muzzles of more than twenty rifles and six machine guns, tongues of flame instantly erupted, causing the sharp arrows to break and fall before rushing into the darkness. The unwilling figure was driven by the huge kinetic energy of the bullets and trembled and fell to the ground of China.
Now, there is only one Japs left hiding behind the biggest rock.
Everyone's eyes turned to Ono Nagato's hiding place.
Lieutenant Nagato Ono's face was as pale as paper.
Then, huge ecstasy flooded his face.
After the illumination bombs fell, the Chinese stopped firing them.
The night sky returned to darkness again.
The "prodigal women" who didn't know how to save money actually shot out all the flares they carried with them in one go. The special forces collectively wanted to scold them...
If he could go back alive, he would definitely resign from the military and never come to the Chinese battlefield again. Ono Nagato quickly seized the opportunity and fled lurking in the darkness. While thanking Amaterasu for his blessing, he also made a promise to Amaterasu who took care of him.
I made this oath that Amaterasu was not happy with.
However, the Japanese lieutenant who was busy escaping for his life did not see that in the vast night, more than 200 meters behind him, two pairs of green light bulbs were moving silently and slowly in the bushes as he desperately fled.
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