The bullets sprayed by the two flames swept over like a wind, causing stones on the ground to fly. The two soldiers who were still rolling groaned, and their bodies slowed down. Then they were hit by more bullets, and they said "
"Puff" sound.
At this time, the only two Czech light machine guns of the 1st company also suppressed the flaming Japanese machine guns, but due to the large elevation angle, they could only achieve a deterrent effect.
And the shooting time should not be too long. The grenade of the little devil is the nemesis of the light machine gun at this distance.
At this time, the old gun barrel had already set up a mortar in a slightly flat place.
I have to say that the old gun barrel is indeed an experienced artillery commander. He instantly chose this very suitable place in front of him as the mortar position, with a big rock in front as a barrier.
At this time, the old gun barrel said to the 1st company commander who was following closely: "It's just the Japanese's light machine guns that are shooting. We must try to lure his heavy machine gun positions to be exposed."
This company commander didn't talk much. He had already lost more than twenty of his men, but he didn't even see a single sign of the Japanese. If he was still afraid of others, the brothers in front of him would have died in vain.
At that moment, he waved his hand, and the 2nd platoon leader behind him understood it and immediately led his 30 or so people to touch up.
At this time, the 1st platoon had been suppressed by the Japanese's two light machine guns and could not move at all. When he saw the 2nd platoon coming up from behind, he whispered to the 2nd platoon leader who came to him: "What the hell is this kind of machine gun terrain?
Even climbing with bare hands is difficult, there are cliffs everywhere, and it is impossible to deploy our troops."
The 2nd platoon leader was a short man in his thirties, his face was darkened by gunpowder smoke, and he had only a pair of bright eyes to observe the terrain ahead with the help of the illuminating flares of the little Japs.
He thought for a while and said to the 1st platoon leader: "Scar, let's gather the grenades together and let a few team members follow behind the commando team to hold the grenades. They will move up bit by bit under the cover of the smoke after the grenade explodes."
After hearing this, the 1st platoon leader named Scar gave himself a slap on the head and said angrily: "That's right! Why didn't I think of this move? What the hell, I'm so tired of fighting that I still beat myself up like a fool."
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So, a few minutes later, Ozawa Yuzhi suddenly heard the explosion of a grenade from below.
"Nani? Are the Chinese stupid? If you throw a grenade hundreds of meters away, or if you throw it toward the mountain, aren't you afraid that the grenade will roll down and blow you up?"
However, when he ordered his men to fire another flare, he suddenly discovered a cloud of smoke on the mountainside, and instantly realized that this was the Chinese using the smoke to climb up.
"Baga! These Naona people are really cunning, they actually came up with this method. However, you are underestimating the strength of our Imperial Japanese Army if you can come up like this."
"Order, machine gun positions No. 1 and 3 open fire to block the enemy's attack route."
"Da da da... da da da..."
Two tongues of flame suddenly shot out from the darkness. At this time, several Chinese soldiers who were climbing in the smoke fell to the ground. The others quickly found a stone to hide, unable to move forward any further.
The moment the Japanese heavy machine gun fired, it was caught by the sight of the old gun barrel. At this time, there was no target in the darkness as a reference for distance measurement, so it could only be judged based on experience.
He leaned over to adjust the muzzle, raised his head again to look at the direction of the Japanese machine gun that was still spitting flames, fine-tuned the muzzle again, and then ordered in a low voice: "Fire!"
The loader who had already prepared pointed the tail of a high-explosive bomb weighing 3.7 kilograms at the muzzle, and then released his hands.
"Boom!" There was a muffled sound.
The artillery shell shot through the sky like an arrow, drawing a beautiful arc in the night sky, and then fell towards the designated target with a sharp scream. The whole process did not take more than 2 seconds.
In two seconds, for the Japanese machine gunner who was pressing the launch button to shoot, what else could he do even if he found the sound of death screaming in the air?
The reality is that he can't do anything. He can only watch a dazzling flame enlarge in his frightened eyes, and then completely engulf him.
"Well played!"
"As expected of an old cannon!"
"Old Pao, this bitch is amazing."
The Chinese soldiers almost jumped out of their bunkers and cheered, while Battalion Commander Liu at the foot of the mountain was so happy that he cursed.
The moment the Japanese machine gun position was destroyed, the Japanese machine guns on the other side also stopped attacking.
Damn, with such an accurate mortar, I'd be a fool if I didn't run away.
Moreover, the second shot of the old cannon still needed some time to adjust the sight. By the time the shell fell, the little devil of the chicken thief had already moved the machine gun to its position.
However, the attacking team of the 1st Company took advantage of the gap in Japanese firepower, once again threw grenades to create smoke, and rushed forward more than ten meters.
At this time, Ozawa Yushi almost had his nose twisted with anger, and angrily ordered the only two grenade launchers left in the southern position to suppress the Chinese army's artillery.
It must be said here that the Japs’ grenades are indeed a weapon in mountain warfare. Under the control of well-trained Japs veterans, two grenades weighing less than 1 kilogram fell on the mortar position of the old cannon.
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"Boom! Boom!" There were two explosions. One was blocked by a boulder in front of the mortar, and the other exploded less than 7 meters away from the old barrel.
A piece of gravel stirred up by the explosion hit the old gun barrel on the eyebrow. Fortunately, when he heard the explosion, he quickly bent down and lowered his head, otherwise one of his eyes might be damaged.
But even so, his face was covered with blood in an instant. He didn't even have time to wipe it away before he shouted: "Run!"
Another artilleryman quickly ran away with him carrying the 60 kilogram mortar.
"Boom! Boom!" There were two more explosions, and the impact point happened to be the place where the artillery was set up just now.
Two slower-moving artillery crew members were hit by shrapnel and rolled and fell to the ground.
The old cannon barrel, who was still bleeding profusely at this time, said urgently: "Drag them over quickly, they are carrying cannonballs on their backs."
But it was too late. The third launch of the Japanese grenade launchers followed one after another, also hitting a position similar to the previous one.
"Run!" The old gunner only glanced at it and knew that the shells were hopeless and might even detonate the shells carried by the two soldiers.
Just as the old gun barrel led a few soldiers to crawl and hide behind another big rock, "Boom! Boom!"
Two booms louder than the explosions of Japanese grenades were heard, and rubbles fell from the sky. The old gunner, holding his head in his hands, felt as if his arms were unconscious, being directly numbed by these dense rubbles.
