Ta-ta-ta...ta-ta-ta..." The sound of bursting machine gunfire instantly filled the not-so-wide space. The Japanese soldiers on the river beach had no time to make any moves before they were suddenly sprayed by dozens of tongues of flame 400 meters away.
It swept past. There was no cover, no depression or mound that could even cover half of the body to block the bullets that came like a heavy rain.
In less than half a minute, two machine gun companies of the mercenary regiment, with 36 MG-13 machine guns mounted on tripods, poured nearly 3,000 rounds of bullets into an area that was less than 400 meters long and wide.
, turning this river beach into a hell on earth filled with blood and flesh.
Most of the Japanese soldiers who had no time to fall down were knocked down, and most of the Japanese soldiers who reacted quickly and fell down in time were also shot, because the machine gunners of the mercenary group were even better trained than the Japanese army.
They are very familiar with and know the impact point of the bullet. They are not aiming at the enemy's body, but at the area they are responsible for. As long as the impact point covers every inch of land in the shooting area, no matter how the enemy hides, he will always be hit.
The dozen or so Japanese soldiers who were not far from Mu Qing and their positions were just a short distance away from the main force, thus avoiding the firepower of the mercenary regiment's machine gun group. When they heard the sound of gunfire, they immediately lay down on the ground.
They looked back on the ground and saw a scene of bloody massacre that they had never seen in their lives. Unfortunately, their teammates and companions were the ones who were massacred.
Wails, screams, and groans were mixed with the constant sound of machine gunfire, shaking their eardrums.
His eyes were filled with splashing and flying flesh and blood, as well as blood flowing into the river along the river bank. Even in the darkness, it seemed that the enchanting red color could be seen.
The top soldiers of the Japanese army are all veterans. Even when faced with a hell that they have never seen before, they did not completely collapse and still tried to struggle. In fact, they already knew that they were surrounded. Since the Chinese army can deploy so many heavy machine guns on the front,
It makes no sense that there would be no one on the side.
The leading Japanese sergeant yelled, stood up suddenly, howled, took the lead and charged towards the imaginary Chinese army position with a gun in hand. Mu Qinghe could already see the Japanese sergeant being killed.
The long bayonet in his hand reflected his face, which was almost distorted.
Mu Qinghe was surprisingly calm now. He was nervous, heartbeating, and panting before. When he saw the Japanese troops on the river beach like a group of little white rabbits caught by wolves, no matter how much they struggled and cried, they could not change the outcome of death.
All the tension and discomfort in his body disappeared in an instant.
"Mr. Zhou is right. In fact, it is no different from training, except that the target becomes Little Japan."
While Mu Qinghe was thinking this, the Jin-made Thompson submachine gun in his hand had already knocked down the Japanese sergeant who wanted to turn himself into a devil with one short shot. The three bloody holes on his chest proved that
It is impossible for him to become a devil. Today he and the group he represents are just a group of little white rabbits struggling to their death.
All the officers and soldiers of the 1st Infantry Company fired, but the machine guns and submachine gunners fired only one burst, and the riflemen fired less than three bullets. A dozen of them represented the most experienced and trained top soldiers of the Japanese soldiers.
They all fell in confusion in front of the position.
What kind of invincible weapons, what kind of superb tactics, what kind of individual soldier quality, what kind of bushido spirit, the halo that was attached to these top Japanese soldiers didn't even show a little bit of light, and they all fell to death on the soil of China without calm.
superior.
Everyone thought everything was that simple. The distance was less than a hundred meters, there were very few stray bullets, and there were at least a dozen holes in each Japanese soldier's corpse. It was really simpler than training!
You must know that even the most ordinary soldier in the mercenary group, after more than a year of training, can shoot no less than 5,000 rounds of live ammunition. Aiming and shooting has almost become a physical instinct. If he misses at this distance, he will be afraid.
You will be ashamed for the rest of your life.
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The captain of the Japanese army, Major Kitada Kanglian, is a little desperate now. He judged from the sound of machine guns of the Chinese army on the opposite side that this was a premeditated ambush. He didn't know how the other party knew the landing site carefully set up by the brigade and regiment headquarters. Now he also
There is no time to think about this problem.
As soon as he heard the gunfire, he knew that it was an MG-13 machine gun made in Germany. He was no stranger to this type of machine gun. The Japanese army had also imported a small amount of this type of machine gun from Germany for reference and research. In the end, due to its excessive speed,
The rate of fire and excessive ammunition consumption prevented it from being adopted by the Japanese army.
But he also knew the terrifying lethality of this kind of machine gun. Today, in the small open space on the river beach, under the sudden attack of dozens of pre-deployed MG-13 machine guns, he was able to attack the people who had already come ashore.
One and a half squadrons of nearly 300 forward troops no longer had any hope of survival.
He knew that this landing operation had failed. He only thought about how to bring the remaining loyal and brave imperial soldiers back. He could not let them be killed by those despicable Chinese on the unobstructed river without any resistance.
Shoot at will.
However, what made him anxious was how the seventy or eighty rubber boats and assault boats on the river could successfully turn around. On the river that was nearly a kilometer long and shrouded in darkness, the boats at the front had already heard the sound of retreating.
The whistle sounded and began to turn around, but the ones behind were still paddling forward, and the river seemed crowded and messy for a while.
Even for the well-equipped Japanese army, it was difficult for the Japanese army to issue orders to every grassroots unit in such a long distance in a short time. You must know that during this period, the Japanese army did not have any portable communication tools such as walkie-talkies. During the day, they relied on
The messengers used flags and could only blow whistles to issue orders at night.
But now, there is the deafening sound of machine guns in front of them, and there are chaotic shouts around them. Those who are a little farther away can't hear the whistles in front, which makes the already panicked fleet even more chaotic.
But Major Beitian Kanglian's chest has been gnawing at his heart with a big fear, that is, the Chinese army mortar that previously fired two flares has been silent. Is it because there are no shells or there are too few artillery to reach the other side?
To carry out an attack on the Japanese troops in the river?
But in his heart, he kept denying his previous lucky inferences. He always had an intuition in his heart, that is, these artillery pieces were waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the moment when his fleet was crowded together in chaos, and waiting for the moment when the fleet was in a dilemma.
If this is the case, the commander of the Chinese army on the opposite side is really terrifying. His target is not only the hundreds of people who have come ashore and are ambushed, but also wants to completely defeat and eat his entire group of imperial soldiers.
