"Little plum, barrel." There was no time to see his results, and the reed rushed to the secondary shooter next to him and shouted.

"Brother Lu, be careful, the machine guns of the little devils are coming at us." The co-shooter excitedly watched the enemy machine gun firing in the distance, and hurriedly handed over the barrel.

Lu Dang pressed down the machine gun, skillfully pulled the wrench on the machine gun to change the barrel, and the barrel that was already dark red and smoking automatically bounced to the ground, inserted the new barrel into the gun, and pulled the wrench again, and the whole process took less than 4 seconds, and the barrel was replaced.

Re-aiming the muzzle of the gun at the reed outside the firing port, he yelled, "Come on, little devil! Let's beat your grandfather! ”

The MG42 machine gun once again spewed out fiery tongues of fire, like reeds of fury.

Obviously, this crazy machine gunner aroused the idea of the Japanese heavy machine gun shooters, at least three machine guns aimed at the No. 1 bunker, the firing hole of one foot long and a third of a foot wide is not an insurmountable existence, as long as the aim is fierce, according to the probability, there will always be bullets flying into the firing hole.

Undoubtedly, even hiding in a bunker, it takes enough courage to shoot at three heavy machine guns.

But all this, for Lu Weidang, who has entered a state of madness, no longer cares about any courage, his thoughts at the moment are probably somewhat similar to the ancient two cavalry sprinting against each other, it doesn't matter if you poke me to death, but I also have to kill you.

It is said that the more you are not afraid of death on the battlefield, the less you will die, and I don't know if it is because the reeds are too lucky or the Japanese heavy machine gun shooters are too unlucky.

The rate of fire of 450 rounds per minute of the Type 92 heavy machine gun is too bad compared to the rate of fire of 1200 rounds per minute of the MG42 machine gun.

In just 3 minutes, Lu Weidang actually used up the standard 1,500 rounds of ammunition and replaced them with three spare barrels, and smashed the three heavy machine guns that fired at him into slag, and not many of the nearly 1,000 rounds of bullets fired by the Japanese army frantically flew into the shooting hole, and occasionally two or three rounds flew in and hit the steel shield with a thickness of three centimeters specially designed by Grunov for the MG42 heavy machine gun model.

Unscathed, the reeds dropped their machine guns and ran with their co-shooters to carry the ammunition boxes in the ammunition storage room, and according to the regulations, except for the necessary base ammunition, all other ammunition must be kept away from the place of battle, in order to prevent the enemy from causing a greater explosion after destroying the bunker.

"Dog's Reed Swing went crazy again, and he was paralyzed and killed four heavy machine guns." The platoon commander of the machine gun platoon watched with his own eyes the three crossed fires shooting towards the No. 1 bunker, but the tongue of fire in the bunker did not mean to stop at all, but fought more vigorously, and finally directly knocked the three heavy fire points of the Japanese invaders into dumb fire, and couldn't help but explode and scold.

The second platoon commander on the side couldn't help but roll his eyes, you just said directly, you need to be so showy?

One person overturned the little devils, four heavy machine guns, and killed more than a dozen little devils, this is definitely a great achievement, as long as he survives, a first-class skill will not have to run. Now it is mainly the machine gun platoon that is exerting its might, and the infantry platoon has not yet played a role, so it is no wonder that the commander of the machine gun platoon is not welcome in such a way.

Of course, this is only a microcosm of the battlefield.

In fact, when Lu Weidang and the Japanese heavy machine gun shooters were desperately firing at each other, several mortars of a company of machine gun platoons hidden in the trenches also began to wield, and after a few test shots, several heavy machine guns 500 feet away were blown into a pile of scrap metal in succession.

This scared the hundreds of Japanese soldiers who were crawling on the ground and still trying to crawl 80 feet away.

In fact, the psychological quality of these Japanese veterans is already very strong, the terrifying rate of fire of the MG42 machine gun directly beat dozens of colleagues into a sieve did not frighten them, and like their superiors, the Imperial Japanese Army, which has won victory after victory, firmly believes that the final victory must belong to them, as long as their infantry artillery clears the heavy fire points of the damned Chinese one by one, they will rush into the position and tear the Chinese to pieces.

However, before the infantry artillery could speak, the other side began to fire artillery, and it was the most damned mortar.

That's right, if the mighty Imperial Japanese Army is most afraid of what artillery the Chinese army is afraid of, it must be mortars.

According to common sense, they lie on the ground only 100 feet away from the opponent, and they are not afraid of the opponent's artillery at all, unless the opponent's artillery wants to kill their own people together. Because no matter how accurate the gunner is, he cannot control the accuracy of the shell landing point within 100 feet.

Artillery, itself, relies on the huge shock wave set off by the explosion of artillery shells to kill and injure the enemy, and turning a radius into a sea of fire is what artillery loves. To put it bluntly, artillery kills people by probability, and if you don't kill you, they can't help it.

But there is a different kind of gun, with an elevation angle of up to 85 degrees, which allows it to kill infantry at a closer distance, and the closest range is even only 100 feet. And this kind of thing called mortar, the poor Chinese who have no other guns are especially fond of using it.

Lying on the ground may be able to dodge bullets, but it will never dodge mortar shells, and the shock wave of the explosion will throw people high, of course, before they fall and break their arms and legs, they are already dead, and the huge shock wave will shatter people's internal organs.

It can be said that the Japanese Imperial Army lying on the ground had no other way but fear, and the only thing they could do at this moment was to try to control their bladder, so as not to let the liquid that was already gushing out of their bodies be uncontrollable and turn over fertilizer to the land of China.

"Yaga, what about the artillery squadron? Order the infantry artillery to approach and give me a quick shot. "Yanagawa Kazuo's face is shaking, and he doesn't know if it's because of fear or because the battlefield is too exciting from what he imagined.

"Captain Yanagawa, that will hurt our soldiers." Captain Fukuyama, who had just saved his boss's life, hurriedly reminded.

"Fukuyama-kun, do you think that the despicable people of Shina will give the heroic Imperial Army a chance to retreat?" Yanagawa Kazuo's face was gloomy.

Fukuyama Zhuyin's face was gloomy, he didn't know what the commander of the Chinese army on the other side had in mind at this time, so he would be the squadron leader for nothing.

The Imperial soldiers were allowed to charge at the front, and only the 80-foot heavy machine guns that had been hidden for a long time began to attack, not only to increase the hit rate, but to suppress hundreds of Imperial soldiers in their positions and let their mortars bombard.

As soon as he thought of the consequences of the dense and stupid offensive formations arranged at the request of the brigade commander under the terrible mortar bombardment, the corners of Fukuyama Zhuyin's eyes twitched.

With enough enemy shells, they can turn that enemy into hell, the hell of the Imperial Army.

Moreover, hundreds of imperial soldiers could not retreat, not only because the dignity of the Imperial Japanese Army did not allow them to retreat, but more importantly, no one dared to expose their backs to the enemy's undamaged five heavy machine guns, which were simply destined to serve Amaterasu.

Although it is a glory to serve Amaterasu, it is better for this glory to come later.

In comparison, Yanagawa Shaosa's approach of shooting infantry guns at close range at the enemy's machine gun bunker regardless of his own soldiers was the most correct choice, and only then could he not only save the lives of most of the Imperial soldiers, but also win the battle. Even if there may be some sacrifices to be made for this, those sacrifices are necessary for the sake of victory.

Unfortunately, the two Japanese commanders did not know that the Chinese had not only mortars, but also other artillery.

The Bofors mountain artillery is a Swedish-made mountain artillery with German technology that is far more accurate than all the mountain artillery of the Japanese army.