The accurate marksman who atoned for the nightmare that had troubled him for many years had done everything he could before he fell into darkness.
The last two remaining grenade launchers of the Japanese army did not become Yang Bicheng's key targets.
Because, before deciding to fight the three Japanese machine guns, he had calculated the number of grenades fired by the three grenade launchers.
According to the Japanese army's marching standards, it is equipped with an ammunition bag with 8 rounds of grenades. The main shooter and secondary shooter can carry up to 16 rounds of ammunition together, and the three grenade cans can carry 48 rounds.
This group of Japanese troops was defeated, and their ammunition was consumed. From the beginning of the war to now, the three grenade launchers have fired more than 30 rounds of grenades.
This should be close to the bottom line of the stock of grenades they carry. Otherwise, at this critical moment when they need to find a way out, not to mention 30 rounds, but 40 or 50 rounds, the Japanese will have to use all their strength to fire them out.
In addition, the Japanese grenadier who was the most accurate shooter had already been killed by him, so the threat posed by the few remaining grenades to the top of the mountain was minimal.
The calculations that the precision shooter learned from Tang Tuanzuo were successful. The Japanese grenade launchers almost no longer participated in the battle, and the Japanese machine guns that fired against them no longer roared and spit bullets.
He even calculated it himself, and his gunfire stopped ringing from then on.
He completed his own combat mission, and for the rest, he could only rely on his two dear comrades.
"Brother Chengzi!" Tudou had understood since he couldn't hear the familiar sound of gunshots. He wanted to roar, but those three words were stuck in his throat, and when he came out, they were like the whine of a wounded beast.
This is not the first time the seventeen-year-old boy has experienced this kind of thing.
Last time, he could only kneel helplessly in the tunnel to pray for his brothers, but this time, although his face was still filled with tears, the gun in his hand never stopped roaring.
"You little devil, I will fight with you!" Tudou roared angrily.
At that moment, the young soldier was already like a madman.
The butt of the semi-automatic rifle that hit the thin shoulder socket was not that hard. The potato kept rolling inside the fortification, constantly changing its fighting position, and fired at the Japanese soldiers below.
The Czech-made semi-automatic rifle has a 10-round magazine with abundant ammunition storage and a design that can be fired without pulling the bolt, making this semi-automatic rifle burst out with firepower that is at least no weaker than that of three infantrymen.
Coupled with the MP28 submachine gun reloaded with a long magazine by the veteran of the company who was trembling with grief but still able to remain calm, the firepower pouring down from the top of the mountain was not weak at this time.
Don't look at it, it's just two people.
At least, that was the case for the twenty or so Japanese infantrymen who no longer had any fire support.
If their opponents were the American cowboys more than ten years later, they would probably choose to retreat temporarily to avoid the edge, but unfortunately, their opponents were the Japanese.
The Japanese knew very well that if they tried to escape, they would not be able to escape the more than 200 meters of unprotected mountain road. They would either die under the gunfire of the Chinese on the top of the mountain, or die from the chaos of the main Chinese troops arriving later.
gun.
The Japanese nation's personality was originally extremely paranoid. Now that there is no way out, they are also going crazy.
Under the loud orders of the leading sergeant, the Japanese troops, with red eyes, fought their way upwards despite the suppressed firepower of rifles and submachine guns from only two soldiers on the top of the mountain.
Or perhaps, their purpose now is not to capture this position so they can escape, but to kill the enemy.
The blood of their companions also deeply stimulated them, stimulating them to forget their own life and death at this moment.
Madness versus Madness!
This is the current state of two Chinese soldiers facing off against the Japanese infantry No. 20.
In just five seconds, Lao Abacus had already thrown aside his MP28 submachine gun. He had no time to reload.
Before leaving, the second lieutenant platoon leader equipped the three of them with shell guns that could still provide sufficient firepower at such a range.
The grenade was thrown off the top of the mountain desperately, causing rubble to fly at the bottom of the mountain. However, the Japanese troops who were as close as 20 meters were able to drop the bomb. A Japanese melon grenade was thrown up, which also caused shrapnel to scatter on the top of the mountain.
There were already several bloodstains on Lao Abacus's body, and the blood soaked into his military uniform. Fortunately, the helmet blocked the fatal shrapnel flying towards his head. The surge of adrenaline also made the veteran forget about the pain on his body in a short period of time.
Potato was even worse. His entire back was charred black, and he was completely covered in flesh and blood. It was impossible to tell the difference between his military uniform and his skin. Because of an extreme roll, Potato rolled directly into a fire that was almost burning after being lit, and the high-temperature charcoal stuck to it.
The uniform and skin were burned through, and the excruciating pain caused Potato to roll on the ground several times to extinguish the fire. The hand holding the gun didn't even have time to pat his back against the high temperature.
This is almost no longer a battlefield for firepower and military strength, but a decisive battle of will. Whoever cannot hold on and falls will be killed.
A middle-aged man and a young man still fought tenaciously even though they were each injured more than a dozen times. This definitely broke the limits of human beings.
After the war, the military doctors of the medical company dug out a total of 13 pieces of shrapnel from the two men, which made everyone at the scene red-eyed.
It is hard for them to imagine what kind of willpower it takes to drive these two people to fight tenaciously after suffering such heavy injuries.
But they understand.
There can only be one winner in this Patriotic War, either there will be no more Chinese nation in this world, or the Japanese will be driven back to the islands.
In the current era of genocide, life is actually not that important.
In nearly 3 minutes of fighting, both sides basically lost all their grenades and grenades, and they exchanged almost brutal fire. Semi-automatic rifles and shell guns demonstrated the power of continuous firepower. At least 13 more of the crazy Japanese infantry fell, but still
There are still 5 people.
That's because the Japanese army invested its last reinforcements.
The Japanese second lieutenant and a signal soldier in the rear were about to enter the final fight when the two sides began to drop bombs on each other, and finally couldn't hold back and threw themselves into the battlefield.
Before entering the battlefield, the Japanese second lieutenant brutally fired several shots at the old Chinese man who was forced to lead the way.
Perhaps at that moment, even the Japanese second lieutenant gave up the illusion that he could continue to escape in the mountains.
Because he knew that the Chinese who were chasing him would not let go of him who killed their comrades. When he thought that he would be chased by countless Chinese like a hunting dog chasing a rabbit in a completely unfamiliar mountain, he even had to look like
Like a groundhog, he burrowed into a cold mud hole to evade capture. In the end, he could not escape the fate of being caught and hung on a tree as a wind chime. This extremely desperate second lieutenant felt chills all over his body.
Looking at the old Chinese man lying in a pool of blood, the Japanese Army Second Lieutenant looked at Major General Yamashita on the stretcher with a fierce light in his eyes. I don’t know what the final reason was. Before walking to the battlefield, the Japanese Army Second Lieutenant let go.
A seriously injured boss.
But this was perhaps one of his most important decision-making mistakes in this battle.
If it were replaced by the dead ghost Yin Teng Youtaizhong Zuzai, knowing that the battlefield situation has been completely corrupted and irreversible, I am afraid that the first thing to do is not to kill the Chinese old man, but to kill the top commander of the second mixed brigade.
commander.
A living Japanese Army Major General is just a trophy for the Chinese to enjoy. We have seen many dead Japanese Army Major Generals, but living ones are really rare. They are considered rare and are exhibited in various places for the public to appreciate.
That’s all.
But for the Japanese Army, it was definitely a major event that would nail the North China Front to the pillar of historical shame.
As a lieutenant general in the army, it is not terrible to die on the battlefield. A few years ago, there was an incident where an army general was killed in a bomb in Shanghai, but it was definitely the first time that he was carried up by the Chinese and displayed to the world under the spotlight.
It's a pity that the second lieutenant was not of the center left after all. His knowledge and character were not enough for him to make the decision to kill his immediate superior, and he made a mistake that was irreparable for the Japanese North China Front Army.
But he did what a soldier should do. Instead of running away, he bravely walked to the battlefield where he had a final decisive battle with two Chinese soldiers.
Seeing that the remaining Japanese troops had surrounded them from both sides and were no more than three or four meters away from the top of the mountain, the last two Chinese soldiers looked at each other a few meters apart with miserable expressions on their faces.
All the grenades were discharged, the three magazines of the shell gun were almost empty, and the 100 rounds of rifle ammunition carried by Tudou were all used up. The MP28 submachine gun with the most ammunition left had no time to reload. They were now at the end of their rope.
The only good thing is that they almost defeated a standard or even enhanced version of the Japanese squad, killing more than 35 enemies, and now only 5 are left.
If nothing goes wrong, in the battle at Changle Village, the 1st Battalion, 2nd Company, 1st Platoon and 3rd Platoon of the 4th Regiment will become the battle squad that kills the most enemies in a single battle. They will receive huge bonuses and medals.
It's a pity that at least three medals have to be hung on the tombstone.
"Next door to Mala, girl from the Zhang family, I'm sorry, I can't go back this time." Old Abacus murmured to himself, and pulled out the newly issued three-sided military thorn from the knife pouch at his waist.
He firmly grasped the handle of the shell gun with his hand, and his eyes were dark, but more importantly, he was determined.
"Squad leader, let's go! I'll stop them." Tudou on the other side suddenly roared, then stood up from the bunker holding a gun, and jumped down suddenly, "Kill!"
Without giving the old abacus time to react, the new recruits took advantage of the mountain and stood down from a high position. They stabbed the Japanese soldiers two meters away who were also unprepared for hand-to-hand combat with their rifles.
But this is obviously not wise. Not to mention that the Japanese army still has time to pull the trigger. From the perspective of hand-to-hand combat, the opponent only needs to raise the muzzle of the gun and stab him into the chest easily. This is almost asking for death.
Yes, potatoes have no intention of living.
Tudou, who had turned from a new soldier to a veteran a few months ago, knew that in just a few seconds, the Japanese troops would rush into the position, not to mention that they might still have bullets in their guns, and even if they didn't, they would definitely not be the ones who were already covered in scars.
Several opponents of the Japanese army.
Tudou is not the Tang Tuanzuo who is the most brave among the three armies, nor is he an elite reconnaissance company special forces soldier. He is just an ordinary soldier. Under the impact of five Japanese soldiers who are proficient in stabbing skills and holding a 1.7-meter-long 38-meter sword,
He didn't have the slightest chance.
However, Tudou is not afraid of death, which is the basis for his top-down charging strategy.
Of course, not being afraid of death does not mean that his death will be in vain. He can still exchange his life for his life.
As long as the Japanese soldier dares to raise the muzzle of his gun and let him hit him, his bayonet can also be inserted into the chest of the Japanese soldier. Maybe it can also attract the Japanese soldier and create an opportunity for the squad leader to escape.
In this short moment, the young man actually acted more decisively than the middle-aged man.
Isn't he concerned? Of course, his parents in Sichuan Province are still struggling to survive. But if he doesn't work hard, when the Japanese invade Sichuan Province, his parents and brothers and sisters will not even be able to chew tree bark and eat grass roots.
It depends on the mood of the Japanese people.
A few months ago, wasn't it because of these that those big brothers who took care of him and even used cheating methods to keep him were reduced to powder under the fire of both the enemy and ourselves?
Precision shooters have nightmares, just like potatoes, they also have inner demons. It's okay during the day, but every night, he thinks of the moment when he pulled out the bamboo stick, his elder brothers pretended to be sad and shook their heads, complaining about their bad luck. The moment they walked back to the battlefield with their guns, he always felt
It's hard to sleep.
No one told him the truth, but as he matured, he knew that he had been deceived.
The so-called drawing of lots was just a scene where everyone played with him as a little baby. They didn't want to live in guilt. As a result, a tacit understanding was actually reached before the drawing of lots.
"Big pots, Tudou has let you down, and I can't live a good life for you, but little devils, don't even think about living in peace!" Tudou held his gun, jumped high, and fell against the blade of the crazy but extremely stunned Japanese army.
This Japanese infantryman who was only two meters away from the potato probably never thought that the Chinese would fight back like this, actively seeking death.
Subconsciously pulling the trigger, another blood flower bloomed on Tudou's shoulder in mid-air, but he remained unmoved, still holding the butt and body of the rifle tightly with both hands, stabbing.
At that moment, in the eyes of the Japanese infantry, the Chinese soldier who shot at least 10 of his companions was like an eternal sculpture. Even if he was shot at such a distance, there was no sign of change on his face.
There was no change at all, as if the shot had hit someone else.
The murderous aura in his eyes was as thick as substance, making this Japanese soldier who had risked his life to get here feel a sense of fear deep in his heart.
However, this was a Japanese veteran after all. Although he was overwhelmed by Tudou's momentum, he still raised his rifle high, pointed the bayonet at Tudou, and made the most correct choice.
Tudou showed no intention of evading. He simply straightened his arms and thrust his rifle and the three-sided spur on the muzzle.
The ghosts of Japanese infantrymen emerged.
However, even if I tried to escape at this moment, it was too late.
With a "plop" sound, the Japanese soldier's bayonet penetrated Tudu's chest, and the three-edged military thorn also penetrated deeply into the Japanese soldier's chest.
The Japanese soldier's eyes suddenly widened.
Previously, he was puzzled as to why the Chinese were so stupid and took the initiative to jump on his own blade. Now he finally knew that he was going to trade one life with him.
But he still didn't understand. If you can't win, you can run away! Why don't you run away? Don't you Chinese often say that if you take a step back, the sea and the sky will be brighter? Don't you often say, "When you are a human being, leave a thin line so that we can meet each other easily in the future?", even the bandits.
They all often say, "If the mountains remain green, the water will flow forever, and there will be a time in the future."
Why are you two so stubborn? If you escape, we can go into the mountains without dying. How great?
It can only be said that this Japanese infantryman who was pierced by the Sanlang Army had some understanding of Chinese culture, but he was very wrong about one thing.
This is not a river or lake, this is a battlefield, a battlefield where the Chinese people defend their homeland and country.
On this battlefield, as a Chinese and a Chinese soldier, we cannot and cannot retreat.
'If one person retreats, then ten people will retreat; if ten people retreat, then ten thousand people will retreat; if ten thousand people retreat, then tens of thousands of people will retreat! In the name of the leader of the Four Lines Regiment, I swear an oath to the heroes and the fellow villagers present, that I, the officers and soldiers of the Four Lines Regiment,
, Facing the war between alien races, I would rather die than retreat!'
The sword of Tang Dynasty in front of more than a thousand tombstones in the Martyrs Cemetery represents not only himself, but also thousands of officers and soldiers of the Four Lines Regiment. The voice of "Better die than retreat!" belongs to the entire Chinese army and the entire unwilling to be defeated.
of the enslaved Chinese people.
Retreat, it will be contagious!
If you don’t retreat, you will be infected!
Your bayonet pierced my chest, and my military bayonet also pierced your heart. The two Chinese and Japanese infantrymen stared at each other like sculptures!
Perhaps, the only difference between the two 'human sculptures' is that the eyes of the one whose back was burnt black were shining with joy. He had successfully defeated a powerful enemy and was sure to make a profit! But the eyes of the other sculpture were shining with joy.
What he felt most was the fear of impending death. Without looking closely at the thick steel bars protruding from his body, the coldness that penetrated his bone marrow told him that he would not survive!
"Wori, you little Japanese ancestor!" The corners of Lao Abacus's eyes burst out, and a heart-rending howl sounded in the mountains.
Like a lone wolf driven out of the pack!
As an elder brother, he lost two little brothers, right in front of his eyes! How could he not be angry, crazy, crazy! Even if he could survive, would he be able to sleep in the long dark night?
No longer alive! Perhaps these three words are all that are lingering in the veteran’s mind at this time!
From the mountains not far away, a long howl echoed, "Ouch!"
That was coming from the hammer that was running towards the position.
Its sensitive hearing allowed it to hear the howl of Old Abacus. Tears welled up in the military dog's eyes when it sensed the intense sadness of its companion. The dog's instinctive instinct was to raise its head to the sky, wanting to issue a deterrent and warning unique to the orcs.
As a result, dogs that had been domesticated for thousands of years actually let out a shrill wolf howl under the catalysis of extreme sadness and anger!
The valley where there were no more gunshots suddenly fell silent at this moment, with only the screams of a man and a dog lingering in the valley.
Among them, there is also an unknown "whooshing" breathing sound.
It was issued by a wild boar with gradually red eyes, after repeatedly touching the owner's increasingly cold body with the pig's snout.
The pig's tusks have not yet fully grown, but the white teeth are exposed in the pig's mouth.
That was another mistake made by the still-living Japanese second lieutenant.
A half-grown wild boar is also a wild boar!
An injured wild boar is even more terrifying than a tiger or a bear.
