Captain Utsunomiya held a telescope and carefully searched the dense grass on the other side of the river in front of him.
Behind him lay two infantry squads of nearly 90 officers and soldiers.
Lieutenant Utsunomiya, who was specially assigned by the wing headquarters and led two infantry squads as captain of the vanguard reconnaissance team, had stayed at the wing headquarters for half a year as a staff officer, but he was by no means a rookie when it came to commanding front-line troops.
It has been five years since he graduated from the non-commissioned officer school. He has been in the frontline troops as a squad deputy captain since he was a trainee second lieutenant. He then successively served as a squad second lieutenant captain and an infantry squadron lieutenant deputy captain. He was promoted to captain two months after the outbreak of the war, because there was no one for the time being.
If appropriate, he will be transferred to the wing headquarters to serve as captain's staff officer.
This time, he finally had the opportunity to return to the front-line army. Although it was only temporary, Utsunomiya also firmly believed that he could successfully complete the tasks assigned by the regiment commander and become an official infantry squadron leader.
This should also be an assessment of him by the captain!
Therefore, Captain Utsunomiya attached great importance to this mission and was cautious.
The map shows that the river in front of him is called Bihe, one of the tributaries of the Yellow River. The river is about fifty meters wide. When there is enough water, it can be a big river. But it may be because it is winter and it is a dry season. There were a few people there just now.
The top soldiers went to investigate and found that the water was only waist deep, so they could easily cross it with only their clothes on.
Although the wing headquarters made an exception and gave him this field radio station for the squadron-level vanguard search team, since it was 15 kilometers away from the main force, Utsunomiya did not dare to ignore it at all. Even if he looked at the grass on the opposite bank of the river through the telescope for at least 10 minutes, he
The order to cross the river has not yet been issued.
Really, if there were Chinese people in the grass opposite, it would be too much of a threat to him and his subordinates.
The division has completely conquered Xinxiang, but this does not mean that the section of the Yellow River from Xinxiang to Zhengzhou is completely safe. There are still Chinese troops resisting for nearly 100 kilometers on this section of the road, but it is difficult to maintain a complete line of defense. Basically,
Everyone fights on their own, fighting and running at the same time.
This is also the reason why the 2nd Infantry Regiment dared to go deep alone, but that was the self-confidence of the infantry regiment. The infantry regiment had infantry artillery and mountain artillery. Even if the Chinese had an infantry division, it would not pose much of a threat to it.
But for Utsunomiya and his more than 90 infantrymen who were only equipped with light weapons, if they came to an infantry battalion equipped with light and heavy rifles or mortars, they would really be unable to survive.
But he had to cross. The Bihe River was only 20 kilometers away from the Yellow River. If he hadn't found traces of the Si Xing Regiment in this area, the commander's tactics of finding the Si Xing Regiment and holding them back would all be in vain.
The field of view of the telescope was still very calm, until a group of ragged Chinese people supporting the elderly and children appeared, and Utsunomiya's eyes lit up.
The soldier's instinct made him a little uneasy about crossing the river, but if he could kill the grass first, would he be able to scare the snake out?
The so-called "shooting grass" certainly does not mean meaninglessly shooting at the grass, that group of Chinese refugees are.
Utsunomiya was actually very disdainful of the low taste of his colleagues who used ordinary Chinese as targets. The empire's bullets should not be regarded as a product of emotional venting, let alone be wasted on those lowly Chinese.
But if shooting a few useless Chinese would ensure his own safety, Utsunomiya would still be happy to see it happen.
The Japanese army captain who has had many interactions with the Chinese army is very aware of one characteristic of the Chinese. They have a strong sense of ethnicity. Maybe they can rob or kill ordinary people for their own selfish desires, but if the empire is in front of them,
They cannot tolerate shooting Chinese civilians in front of them.
Moreover, he would shoot them one by one. He believed that no soldier could tolerate this happening.
He waved his hand to the rear, and a Japanese Army Commander quickly climbed over.
"Miyamoto Souchang, didn't you say that your marksmanship is very good?" Utsunomiya's mouth curved with a hint of cruelty. "Did you see that group of Chinese people more than 200 meters away? Don't use grenade launchers, just use rifles, not
Can you make one of them escape?"
"Hi! I will definitely live up to Captain Yudu's trust!" Japanese Army Commander Cao growled in agreement with cruelty in his eyes.
A shooting range of more than 200 meters is not too easy for a Japanese veteran who has been in the military for more than six years.
Moreover, the psychological quality of these Chinese refugees is not generally poor. After the gunfire, they did not lie down on the spot to hide, but ran around like a group of headless flies. He could have killed them one by one like hunting hares in the wild fields of his hometown.
Shot in the wilderness.
This was not the first time he had done this. In a bare wheat field in a village in North China, he alone emptied five magazines and killed at least 20 Chinese, including one.
For a child who is blocked by his parents, the feeling of a bullet passing through an adult's abdominal cavity and then popping open his little head shouldn't be too wonderful.
It was at that time that Commander Taro Miyamoto in the 1st Infantry Battalion of the 2nd Infantry Regiment got the nickname "Smiling Hunter", which was well-known throughout the brigade, which meant that he could easily hunt down Chinese people while talking and laughing.
To the imperial officers and soldiers of the 14th Regiment, all Chinese are prey.
Taro Miyamoto, who received the mission, carried his 38-type rifle with a sun flag on the gun tip, bent down and trotted all the way, and found a small mound on higher ground, where he could have an unobstructed view of the other side and avoid the danger.
The frightened Chinese escaped by hiding in the bushes.
Just like a hunter hiding on a rock, his excellent vision prevents the rabbit running on the grassland from escaping from his gun.
Of course, as a veteran, he also considered whether there were Chinese soldiers hiding in the grass on the river beach opposite. He just quietly set up the rifle and never exposed more than half of his head.
This place is more than 100 meters away from the river beach, and with the width of the river, the distance is close to 200 meters. Unless there is a top marksman, no one can pose a threat to him.
The crosshair has locked onto an old Chinese man. Although he has no scope and cannot see the facial expression of the old Chinese man clearly, Taro Miyamoto can completely imagine the pain on the old Chinese man's face. No matter who it is, he is leaving his hometown carrying a heavy bedding.
Walking such a long way must be very tiring!
Hey, he is such a kind person, he will use bullets to help him solve this pain soon! Taro Miyamoto's eyes flashed with cruelty, and he sighed slightly in his heart.
"boom!"
A gunshot pierced the sky.
However, for Miyamoto Taro, it was a bit surprising.
He didn't seem to shoot. Where did the gunfire come from?
What's even more terrible is, why is it dark before his eyes?
Not only the figure of the old Chinese man disappeared, but also the river, the grass, and everything that was in the field of vision just now disappeared.
It seemed as if the sky had suddenly turned dark.
There was not much time for the "Smiling Hunter" with "accurate" shooting skills to continue thinking. His thoughts stayed at this moment.
The dark night that belongs to him is destined to last indefinitely.
It was dark for him, but to his colleagues, it was still dark.
However, after the gunshot, they were horrified to see that Taro Miyamoto's legs, lying on the mound, began to twitch slightly, like a skinned toad.
That is a natural reaction of the human limb nerves after the brain nerves are completely destroyed, because the nerves that rely on neuron signals to control muscles can no longer receive feedback from the brain.
"Enemy attack!" It was only then that Utsunomiya roared in horror.
Before the Japanese troops, who were hiding, could find the source of the ballistics, another gunshot rang out.
A light machine gun shooter who had just aimed his Taisho 10 light machine gun at the other side screamed and fell down.
He was shot in the neck, a hole the size of a baby's fist was on his neck, and blood spurted out almost like a fountain.
But the most painful thing for this light machine gun shooter may not be the torn muscles after being shot, but the smashed trachea, and his lungs can no longer get fresh air.
He covered his neck desperately and exhaled loudly, like a fish thrown on the beach.
However, there are some things that cannot be achieved without hard work. For example, after a trachea is damaged, there are no professional tools to help.
Of course, if someone is willing to keep blowing into his trachea that has been damaged by the bullet, maybe the fish that cannot breathe can survive for a while.
Unfortunately, Utsunomiya was an extremely decisive commander and did not give himself and his subordinates the opportunity to choose. He pulled out the Southern Fourteenth pistol and shot two consecutive shots, hitting his subordinates who were rolling and wailing.
The Nanfang Type 14 pistol did not jam. The light machine gun shooter became the second Japanese soldier to die in the "Battle of Bihe".
But the gunshots from the other side still didn't stop.
Although each of the subsequent shots did not hit the human body, they were basically fired on the sand in front of the Japanese army's hiding place.
"Hidden! Hidden!" Utsunomiya roared fiercely as he rolled and hid in the temporary bunker that had been dug long ago.
He was secretly rejoicing that his choice was correct. According to this shooting accuracy, if he rashly led two infantry squads across the river, he would surely suffer heavy casualties.
Although the snake was frightened before the grass was beaten, causing him to lose a commander and a superior soldier, but compared with the greater loss, all this was acceptable.
"Everyone, get down!" In the grass, Mingxin bent over and ran all the way, yelling at a dozen Chinese civilians who were stunned by the gunfire.
He knew that the time his companions could buy him was only five or six seconds at most. When the Japanese army reacted, the first wave of attacks would definitely target this group of civilians who accidentally broke into the battlefield.
Mingxin in the grass is like a cheetah, or rather.
His instantaneous speed is definitely the pinnacle of human beings. Perhaps even Fujiwara Senio can only express his amazement here.
In less than four seconds, Mingxin crossed a distance of nearly forty meters, picked up a little girl who had just cried, and knocked three or four adults into the grass five or six meters away.
It was only then that the people who were still in the same place realized what they were doing. They all cried and lay on the ground, crawling further away on their hands and feet.
"Damn it! Kill those Chinese, kill them." Utsunomiya, who was hiding in the bunker, finally gritted his teeth and ordered.
His plan to "scare the snakes" was successful, but he lost two people, but the Chinese suffered no losses. How could this make the Imperial Japanese Army lose face?
The Chinese who were shooting were hiding in the grass and could not be traced, but the group of Chinese civilians were obviously not the target. Shooting them would not only vent their anger but also make the Chinese soldiers angry.
Once a person is angry, he will lose his calmness and judgment. Only then can he win the battle at a lower cost.
Captain Utsunomiya's logic is actually very clear.
The Japanese infantry began to fire into the area, and even light machine guns and grenade launchers joined in, blasting the area into smoke.
Utsunomiya's plan was successful. The Chinese soldiers hiding in the grass fired again and killed a private who had raised his body too high.
But that finally revealed his rather deeply hidden position.
At least seven or eight of Utsunomiya's men did not participate in the attack. They had been paying close attention to the grass on the opposite side. The smoke rising along with the gunshots finally allowed them to locate the Chinese gunman.
The only thing that puzzled them was that there was only one place, but it fired a firepower density that only an infantry squad could possess.
However, there was not much opportunity for them to think on the battlefield. The two grenade groups, two light machine guns, and two infantry squads that had remained stationary opened fire wildly, pouring out firepower.
After a burst of smoke, the Chinese gunman on the opposite side was indeed silent.
Did this kill him?
Before Utsunomiya could breathe a sigh of relief, a series of gunshots rang out again, and intensive and precise firepower scattered a light machine gun firepower point into dust.
Needless to say, the heart-rending screams proved that the Chinese had succeeded again.
"Damn it, gather the firepower, kill him, kill him!" Utsunomiya's eyes were full of ferocious blood, and his roar even overwhelmed the blazing gunfire.
In fact, he did not need to say anything, and the nervous Japanese army had already begun to counterattack.
Then, the gunfire from the opposite side disappeared again.
Then, a completely similar scene happened again.
The Japanese troops who stopped shooting and were still observing were attacked again.
"Baga! There is only one Chinese?" Utsunomiya's blood-red eyes almost jumped out and walked around the river bank before falling to his feet.
It is really unbelievable that only one Chinese dared to attack nearly a hundred of his men, who also had light machine guns and grenade launchers.
But whether he wanted to admit it or not, it was true. They also killed at least four of his people, and they were still shooting at each other.
If that stubborn gunshot rings out again, it proves that he has been completely defeated.
Unfortunately, the gunfire rang out again.
"Baga! Attack with all your strength!" Utsunomiya pulled out his command sword and temporarily gave up the pursuit of the unimportant group of Chinese civilians.
Dozens of rifles, four light machine guns, and six grenade launchers exploded into the smoke on the shore and the surrounding 500-meter radius.
Mingxin was finally able to lead a dozen Chinese civilians to climb 200 meters away from the river bank.
The little girl who kept crying in her arms was given to her mother. Mingxin looked back at the messy grassland two hundred meters away, with sincere admiration flashing in her eyes.
That was his partner, a guy with an unremarkable appearance. Unexpectedly, not only was he brave enough, but his fighting ability also exceeded his imagination.
Mingxin was not too disappointed as his powerful companion became the protagonist of this battle. After all, this was a war dominated by thermal weapons!
This is Mingxin’s conclusion after she became more and more familiar with the performance of various guns after joining the Four Lines Group.
Of course, Mingxin still believes in the big sword in his hand. Once the fighting distance is shortened, it will be his stage...
It has been more than a month since Mingxin joined the Four Elements Group, but this is her first mission.
Although he is very strong, he is only a cold weapon after all, and now is the era of hot weapons, so his partner is not weak. He is Shen Laoliu who stole the show in the competition with the 662nd Regiment.
Originally, the competition was just a 100-meter dead target. As a senior light machine gun shooter, Shen Laoliu held a semi-automatic rifle with an almost identical bolt design to the Czech light machine gun and scored 97 points.
It's quite amazing, but it's still quite far away from the standard of a special forces squadron that requires the ability to hit a target the size of a watermelon at a distance of 400 meters.
However, Gu Xishui had a keen eye and insisted that Shen Laoliu had the potential to be a sniper or even a machine gun sniper.
This is a new idea put forward by Gu Xishui after new weapons were commissioned into the army.
Except for a small number of special forces in the special squadron who are still equipped with single-shot rifles, they will all be equipped with semi-automatic rifles.
This rifle, which has only half the bullets than the ZB-26 light machine gun and can be fired continuously by pulling the trigger, is called a 'machine gun type' rifle by Gu Xishui, and its shooter is also called a 'machine gun type' sniper
.
And this kind of sniper will become an important force of the special squadron.
Think about it! Niu Er’s Mosingana has a far enough range and is accurate enough, but the characteristics of a single-shot rifle dictate that its rate of fire is limited. It also fires 10 rounds of bullets, while ensuring a sufficient hit rate.
Under such circumstances, the Niu Er's maximum rate of fire would take nearly 15 seconds.
But the machine gun sniper with a Czech semi-automatic rifle is different. The range may be slightly closer, but he can shoot 10 bullets in less than 10 seconds. If he can still maintain a sufficient hit rate, he can be placed on the front line.
On the battlefield, who has the stronger suppressive power?
What's more, a top shooter like Niu Er will never be easily placed on the front line to deal with small soldiers. His battlefield should be in a hidden place to shoot the enemy's most valuable targets.
I went to Tang Dao to rub him hard. Shen Laoliu was transferred from the guard company to the special squadron half a month ago.
In the following shooting test, Shen Laoliu used his own results to prove that as he became more and more familiar with semi-automatic rifles, his shooting results were enough to amaze many veterans with longer military service than him.
The first time he shot with a semi-automatic rifle at the 662nd Regiment, a magazine 100 meters away hit 97 rings; on the second day after he entered the special squadron, a magazine 200 meters away hit a fixed target with 97 rings, nothing.
Change; on the fifth day, a magazine 280 meters away still hit 97 rings on the fixed target.
And when Gu Xishui added a scope to his rifle, which was rarely seen in special forces squadrons, he achieved a lousy score of 50 in the 200 meters. That was because it was his first time shooting through a scope and he was dizzy.
But after three days of adapting, he hit 8 out of ten helmets with ten seconds of continuous shooting from 300 meters away. This almost means that Shen Laoliu's shooting talent can also be famous among this special group of special squadrons.
Ranked in the top three.
Therefore, the awesome Lao Liu is paired with Ming Xin, who is known as the second best cold weapon in the group, and a pair of "rookie" combinations that are called the most powerful but the latest in the special squadron are just released.
They had been staying on the bank of the Bi River for a day and a night, and they were waiting for the Japanese reconnaissance team. But what they didn't expect was that a Japanese reconnaissance team had as many as 100 people.
Although both of them are talented and courageous types, they did not expect that just two people could defeat a hundred of the Japs. Their plan was to continue to lurk while the Japanese soldiers crossed the river, kill a few of them in one vote, and then run away.
Invite the officers and soldiers of the special squadron and cavalry units within ten kilometers to work together to kill them.
But the Japanese had good intentions and actually aimed their guns at ordinary people who showed up unexpectedly.
Without much thought, the two quickly reached a tacit understanding, with Shen Laoliu responsible for containing firepower and Mingxin responsible for taking the people away from the war zone.
Now, they have successfully completed their respective tasks, but next, they have to face a crazy attack by nearly a hundred Japanese troops. It is not that easy to escape.
