After all, he had experience in shooting machine guns. In less than ten minutes, Zhong Yusheng was already able to skillfully control a crooked light machine gun.
After finding an agile soldier among the recruits to serve as Zhong Yusheng's deputy, he also specially approved 20 rounds of ammunition for Zhong Yusheng to go to the back and experience first-hand the feeling of firing a machine gun crookedly.
After all the questions were clarified, Wang Pinggang was ready to see how proficient the recruits were in mastering the Type 38 rifle.
Zeng Quan touched him with a solemn expression.
"Staff Wang, the gunfire from the direction of the guard company has stopped. Do you think the guard company has repelled the Japanese attack, or has the guard company encountered something unexpected?"
Wang Ping listened carefully and realized that it was true. The gunshots that were becoming increasingly sparse just now were completely gone now.
Zeng Quan followed up and said: "I heard a bunch of grenade explosions just now. As soon as the explosions passed, the gunshots stopped."
Wang Ping's face turned solemn and he immediately ordered: "Order comrades to prepare for battle. The guard company may have encountered something unexpected. According to the order, we have to stay here for ten minutes before retreating."
Zeng Quan, who had a solemn face, immediately ordered his subordinates to prepare for battle, and then stared at Wang Ping to give him an explanation.
"The guards are not even equipped with a machine gun, and they don't have much ammunition, otherwise the gunfire would not have become more and more sparse. The grenade explosion just now must have meant that the guards had run out of ammunition and food, and were forced to use grenades to kill the Japanese cavalry together."
"If there were still people alive in the guard company, the battlefield would never be so peaceful."
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the sound of charging cavalry hooves reached Wang Ping's ears.
To Wang Ping's relief, the entire guard company was destroyed, causing fifty or sixty casualties to the Japanese cavalry.
Excluding the twenty-eight Japs who died in his own hands, there were only fifteen Japs who finally appeared in Wang Ping's field of vision. They were led by a squadron leader and killed them in a mighty manner.
Wang Ping, who couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, immediately ordered: "Platoon leader Zeng, let the comrades prepare for battle. As long as the little Japs dare to attack us, we will continue to deal with them with the same tactics as before."
Because he captured a pair of binoculars from the Japanese squad leader, Wang Ping could clearly see the Japanese troops rushing over from a few hundred meters away.
Seeing dozens of corpses scattered on the official road, a dozen Japanese cavalrymen were immediately frightened.
The squadron leader, who was also frightened, quickly raised his telescope and began to observe the surroundings. Soon, he was eyeing the mountain ridge.
A dozen cavalrymen quickly dismounted under the command of the squadron leader, and rushed towards the ridge with rifles and light machine guns in hand.
"Everyone pay attention to concealment, prepare the grenades for the little devils, and use the grenades to greet them."
"Platoon leader Zeng, I'll leave the Japanese machine gunner to you. As soon as your gun fires, the whole platoon will throw grenades at the bottom of the ridge. Don't forget, the grenades must stay in your hands for three seconds before throwing them out."
"Squad leader Zhong, the machine gun in your hand also joins the battle. As soon as Platoon Leader Zeng's gun fires, you shoot at the Japanese rifleman and shoot out all the bullets in the magazine."
Although Wang Ping gave the order in a very low voice, the Japanese soldiers who had already rushed a hundred meters away were still aware of his presence.
The light machine gun that provided cover fire opened fire at his position, and bullets kept flying back against his head.
More than a dozen Japanese riflemen also fired continuously, and any place they suspected on the mountain ridge would immediately attract several bullets.
Seeing that there were constant gunshots on their side, but there was never a gunshot on the top of the beam, the Japanese soldiers who had been nervous couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
By this time, they had already rushed to the bottom of the beam.
According to infantry drills and combat experience, at this time they should rush to the top of the beam as fast as they can, without giving the defenders time to react, and then use bayonets to eliminate the defenders on top of the beam.
But just as they were about to speed up, a crisp gunshot rang out.
Although a dozen Japanese soldiers were frightened, they did not stop moving their hands and feet, preparing to rush to the top of the beam as fast as they could.
In their opinion, the defenders realized that it was already too late to counterattack at this time.
The charge distance of tens of meters can be charged in less than ten seconds. In such a short period of time, the defenders can fire at most two rounds of bullets. A dozen Japanese soldiers are confident that they can withstand two rounds of counterattacks by the defenders and rush to the top of the beam.
Besides, the light machine guns behind them that provide fire cover are not just for nothing. As long as the defenders dare to show their heads to fight back, they will be attacked wildly by the light machine guns.
The Japanese soldiers, who were only thinking about rushing to the top of the beam, forgot that at the moment when the gunfire sounded, the light machine gun behind them actually misfired.
Not to mention, a string of machine gun fire that they were very familiar with sounded from the top of the beam just a short distance away.
The first two Japanese soldiers fell down and were beaten into a hornet's nest. The remaining Japanese soldiers, who knew the power of the machine guns, subconsciously lay on the ground and raised their rifles to fight back.
Gunshots rang out, and more than a dozen bullets seemed to have eyes, flying directly towards Zhong Yusheng.
If Zhong Yusheng hadn't reacted quickly and lowered his body subconsciously, the bullets whizzing past his head would have turned him into a hornet's nest.
Although he dodged some of the most deadly bullets, one bullet hit Zhong Yusheng in the arm.
The machine gun misfired, and the only firepower that could suppress the Japanese army was gone.
When the Japanese army was about to move forward with an excited expression, more than a dozen grenades finally flew out of the top of the beam after a delay.
"Baga, it's a grenade, everyone, take cover quickly!" the squadron leader shouted with shock on his face.
When the remaining Japanese soldiers fell to the ground, the grenade exploded.
At least half of the twenty grenades exploded in the air, scattering fragments and quickly creating a death zone with no dead ends in the air.
In this case, even if not all of the twelve remaining Japs were killed, very few were left.
Wang Ping immediately ordered with excitement: "Okay, good blast! Everyone mounts bayonets and rushes down. Kill the Japs before they can react. Don't forget to give the Japs a last-ditch blow."
A dozen arrogant Japs were blown up in this way, and the twenty or so subordinates also looked excited.
As soon as Wang Ping gave the order, they rushed down with their rifles and howling, many of them were so happy that they even forgot to attach their bayonets.
More than ten grenades exploded in the air, and twelve Japanese soldiers were more or less hit by fragments.
Although several of them were not killed on the spot, the more than 20 Eighth Route Army soldiers who rushed down, after learning the lesson just now, stabbed them with bayonets without hesitation.
When the smoke that filled the battlefield cleared, all twelve Japanese were stabbed to death, and some were even stabbed four or five times in a row.
This time without Wang Ping's orders, platoon leader Zeng Quan began arranging people to clean up the battlefield.
"Commander Wang, we have made a fortune again. We wiped out fifteen little Japs with zero casualties, and seized one crooked weapon, two pistols, fourteen rifles, more than one thousand two hundred rounds of bullets, and fifteen sets of full cavalry equipment.
"Now there is less than half an hour before the time the commander asked us to block the attack. How should we fight next? Please give the order to Staff Wang." Zeng Quan, who was convinced by Wang Ping, asked excitedly.
"Take the captured items and prepare to retreat?" Wang Ping ordered after thinking about it.
At this time, the corpses of the killed war horses suddenly came into Wang Ping's field of vision, and then continued to order: "Remove all the legs of the dead war horses, and use the horses to carry them back to eat the meat. I don't know when this siege will end."
"Nearly two thousand kilograms of horse meat is more filling than grain and can save lives at critical moments."
Zeng Quan had experienced the Long March and knew very well the importance of food to the army. As soon as Wang Ping's order was given, he started arranging people and took another high look at Wang Ping, who looked like a scholar.
