With the advantage of the condescending terrain, Wang Ping could easily throw the grenade next to the Japanese.
But the Japanese who rushed to the bottom of the ridge were unable to throw the grenades up to the top of the ridge, which was seven or eight meters high.
Although they already had the grenades in their hands, they still had to rush more than ten meters up the mountain ridge before throwing them out.
Wang Ping, who was anxiously waiting for this opportunity, immediately ordered his men to throw grenades without saying a word.
Except for a few veterans who let the grenades stay in their hands for three seconds before throwing them out, the other recruits just pulled the string and threw them towards the bottom of the beam.
As soon as more than twenty grenades exploded, the figures of more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were enveloped in smoke.
Taking this opportunity, the platoon leader Zeng Quan immediately leaned out from the ridge, raised his rifle, aimed at the Japanese machine gunner who had been targeting him and fired.
From a distance of 150 meters, Zeng Quan easily scored a headshot for the Japanese machine gunner.
The light machine gun that had been firing continuously just now misfired quickly. The radiation gunman next to him was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted, took the light machine gun and prepared to continue shooting, but Zeng Quan did not intend to give him this chance.
As soon as the Japanese put the machine gun on his shoulder, a bullet penetrated his head.
At this time, the smoke surrounding the Japanese infantry had slowly dissipated. Looking over, Wang Ping was surprised to find that five of the eleven Japanese soldiers were still alive. Two of them were lying on the ground squirming, obviously injured.
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The remaining three Japs were lying on the bottom of the beam, holding rifles and shooting at the top of the beam.
More than twenty grenades exploded together, but only eight Japanese soldiers were killed and injured. This result made Wang Ping feel helpless, and at the same time, his face once again had a thick and solemn expression.
It must be that the Liangdi Japs were so powerful that they subconsciously fell to the ground when the troops threw grenades.
Except for a few grenades that exploded in the air and achieved some results, the rest of the grenades exploded after hitting the bottom of the beam, causing a loud noise to the Japanese army.
And in the blink of an eye, the three Japanese soldiers who were lying on the ground with their guns fired once again hit three or four recruits on the top of the beam who wanted to poke their heads in to observe the results of the battle.
Wang Ping, who reacted quickly, had an idea and immediately ordered: "Bring the grenades of the sacrificed comrades, and you squad leaders will throw them, and let the grenades explode in the air, killing the remaining three Japanese."
In order to prevent the remaining three Japanese soldiers from rushing forward or retreating, Wang Ping raised his pistol and fired while giving orders to attract the attention of the Japanese and paralyze them.
Soon, several grenades with white smoke flew towards the Japanese one after another.
At this time, no matter how powerful the Japs were, they could not escape the dense splinters of grenades falling from the sky. As soon as a few grenades exploded, the gunfire under the ridge stopped.
Including several veteran squad leaders, the remaining twenty-one soldiers in the platoon could no longer restrain their excitement and rushed to the bottom of the mountain ridge with weapons in hand. Looking at the troops rushing down, Wang Ping couldn't help but grow excited.
Breathe a sigh of relief.
At this moment, an explosion suddenly sounded under the mountain ridge, and three or four recruits were blown over with blood all over their bodies.
The violent explosion and bloody scenes made Wang Ping wake up immediately.
The Japs he is facing now are all elite and believe in the spirit of Bushido. Even if they are injured, as long as they can still move, they will do everything possible to die with their opponents.
"What's wrong, there are Japanese wounded soldiers under the mountain ridge!" Wang Ping, who looked shocked, immediately shouted to the Liangdi troops.
"Don't get close to the wounded Japanese soldiers. Shoot them to death. The Japanese will not surrender."
Wang Ping's reminder was too late. Just as he finished speaking, another explosion reached Wang Ping's ears, and three recruits were knocked over by grenades with complex expressions of confusion and anger.
Thinking that there were still wounded soldiers in the Japanese machine gun positions, Wang Ping rushed down the mountain ridge regardless of the danger.
Sure enough, the Japs who had been wounded at the beginning of the battle were lying on the ground, aiming their rifles in the direction of Zeng Quan with a painful look on their faces, and subconsciously wanted to shoot.
It was definitely too late to remind Zeng Quan at this time, but fortunately Wang Ping was there first, raised his pistol, and shot all the remaining bullets at the Japanese.
One of the bullets hit the Japs directly in the shoulder, but the Japs reluctantly shot.
But because he was shot in the shoulder, the bullet fired by the Japanese missed a little and flew back against Zeng Quan's arm.
As a veteran, Zeng Quan's reaction speed was no slower than that of the Japs. As soon as the gunfire rang out, he saw the Japs, then immediately raised his rifle, pointed it at the Japs, pulled the trigger, and shot the Japs in the head.
Then he looked at Wang Ping who was coming behind him with a grateful expression and said, "Thank you, Staff Officer Wang. If it weren't for you, my life would have been lost here today!"
Wang Ping nodded and replied: "We are all comrades, please don't say more polite words. Tell the soldiers, since the little devils will not surrender until death, then don't be polite and give each little devil a shot to prevent them from sneak attacks again."
Already."
Soon, the twenty-eight Japanese corpses of a cavalry team became the target of the soldiers' venting. Each Japanese corpse had at least two bloody holes stabbed in it.
After seeing many recruits who had just lost their passion and anger, they ran to the side to vomit because they couldn't stand the cruelty on the battlefield. Wang Ping, who also saw so many corpses for the first time, also looked pale, but in the end he
Still endured it.
In order to calm down as soon as possible, Wang Ping immediately ordered: "Clean the battlefield immediately! The first squad collected the remaining Japanese war horses, the second squad collected weapons and ammunition, and the third squad collected the Japanese uniforms and boots. What we killed were the Japanese cavalry."
, everything on my body is precious, especially the military coats and cotton uniforms. Don’t forget, there are many comrades in the headquarters wearing single clothes.”
Soon, Zeng Quan tallied up the results.
"Commander Wang, we have seized a total of 26 rifles, one machine gun, three pistols, twenty-eight sabers, more than 2,500 rounds of bullets, fifty-six grenades, and 14 usable war horses. The rest are
I have no statistics on some military uniforms and armed belts."
The solemn expression on Wang Ping's face finally disappeared. After a brief hesitation, he ordered: "First let each soldier have a rifle, thirty rounds of bullets, and two grenades."
After finishing it, Wang Ping seemed to have thought of something and asked: "Everyone knows how to use the little devil's rifle and grenade, right?"
"Yes, I have been trained!" Zeng Quan confirmed immediately with a happy look on his face.
Although the entire platoon lost one-third of its recruits, if all were replaced with Imp rifles, the combat effectiveness of the platoon would only be stronger. As the platoon leader, Zeng Quan must be very happy.
At this time, Wang Ping suddenly thought of the Japanese crooked light machine gun that suppressed the troops during the battle, and asked: "Who here knows how to shoot a machine gun? The Japanese cavalry will probably come again. Since they have been captured, it is best to
It can be used."
Zhong Yusheng, who was next to him, immediately replied: "I have been a machine gunner before, but I have only fought in the Czech style and never in the Japanese style. I'm afraid I won't be able to fight well!"
"I'll teach you!" Wang Ping replied firmly.
Then he ordered Zeng Quan: "Let the soldiers send the trophies to the back of the mountain ridge and familiarize themselves with the Japanese weapons as soon as possible. Maybe there will be a fierce battle to be fought later."
"Squad leader Zhong, I will teach you how to shoot a machine gun crookedly."