The Japanese army did not charge with all their might, but relied on the terrain to maneuver covertly, Liu Lang changed places with one shot, and one magazine was fired, killing five Japanese soldiers in a row. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Soon, he was targeted by the Japanese troops who rushed to a distance of 200 meters, and the Japanese soldiers, who had already figured out the firepower of the opposite side but more than ten rifles, began to cover with unscrupulous firepower, and the three machine guns in the front began to chase Liu Lang's ass with all their might, not to mention firing with all their might.

The Japanese army's grenadiers also began to show great power, Liu Lang only heard from the old man's mouth that the little devil's grenadier was extremely accurate, and almost most of the devils could hit the target with the third shot after two crosses.

It was not until this field battle with the Japanese army that he really came face to face for the first time, and Liu Lang knew that the old man not only did not say anything wrong, but had reservations about the ability of the Japanese grenadiers.

Liu Lang, who had to hide in the tunnel, was targeted by three machine guns and a dozen devil shooters, and witnessed with his own eyes that two grenades from the Japanese army more than ten meters away directly hit the soldiers hiding in the tunnel and did not show their heads, and the grenade fired by the Type 10 grenadier with a caliber of 50 mm and a range of 175 meters was almost as powerful as a mortar shell.

The results of a direct mortar hit were obvious, and the bodies of two soldiers were torn apart in the rising fireworks, including their guns.

The gunfire on the flanks also rang out, and the devils on the flanks began to attack in a big way.

Liu Lang picked up the Type 91 grenade that he was hanging from his waist, which he called a melon grenade in his previous life, knocked it on his helmet hard, and threw it out of the tunnel with all his strength.

The fat man's original strength was not small, and the grenade crossed an arc, flew over a distance of nearly forty meters, and exploded with a bang. This is already the limit of what a very good grenadier can achieve.

Although it was recorded in the previous life that the soldier who threw a grenade farthest in the People's Liberation Army had thrown 102 meters, it was training after all, and the body was extremely stretched.

However, not to mention that the Japanese army was still 150 meters away, this exploded grenade was only equivalent to a cannon battle, which made Naochi Shaosa a little speechless, this group of soldiers who he thought was the elite of Zhina couldn't even figure out the direction and threw the grenade behind him.

To paraphrase a modern phrase, Naochi Shaozo feels like it's really a dog.

"Fire, fire, blow up those sons of bitches." 500 meters away, Zhao Ergou roared hoarsely.

There was a "boom", but at a distance of 700 meters, it took less than two seconds for the shells of the 75-mm mountain artillery to hit the attacking Japanese troops.

Several Japanese soldiers who were close to each other rose into the air like a goddess scattering flowers, and then fell heavily to the ground, judging from their motionless posture, the probability of returning to the arms of Amaterasu was basically 100%.

Liu Lang's grenade is just a signal, a signal for Zhao Ergou to open the cannon, there is no need to aim at all in the dark night, Liu Lang has already marked for him to shoot Zhu Yuan, as long as he sees the signal, he will fire 250 meters to 100 meters in front of the position, without stopping, until all the shells are exhausted.

Liu Lang wants to let the little devils attack this area with the sharpest point and become their saddest place.

Artillery is called the god of war, because of its great power, it has been recorded that during World War II, a German battalion retreated to rest, as a result of which a 203mm howitzer of the Soviet army fell in this camp, and then the battalion was directly canceled.

Although the 75-mm mountain artillery was not as good as killing hundreds of people in one shot, when one shot fell, the Japanese troops who had almost no fortifications within a radius of 30 meters were either killed or wounded.

Naonai Shaowen didn't remember until this moment that the damned Shina man still had a cannon, a cannon that was enough to blast all the 100 people he led to slag.

It was impossible to retreat, the wing captain turned into ashes, and he attacked a dozen people with 100 people and was beaten to slag, and he was not killed by the artillery, and it was the result of poking his stomach with a knife and slashing it.

If you can't retreat, you can only attack.

"Kill and give." Naonai Shaoza ripped open his collar, pulled out his command knife, and swung it forward, tearing and roaring.

It's a decisive offense. Either the enemy dies or I die.

Not only the front, but also the devils on the flank, after receiving the order to attack, also began to rush towards the position of Liu Lang and others with all their might.

This time, the Japanese finally exerted all their strength, and all 6 machine guns of the two squads spewed out tongues of fire to suppress the opposite defensive positions and cover the infantry charge.

Compared with the rain of bullets pouring down on the opposite side, the remnants of the national army's defense line with a total of less than twenty rifles were really too weak, like a small boat in a monstrous wave, which would fall in the next moment.

But the corners of Liu Lang's mouth showed a smile, and under the deterrence of the cannon, the devils finally couldn't help it and revealed all their hole cards.

And he still has big cards in his hand that have not come out.

After all, a devil is a devil, and he has never understood the true meaning of Sun Tzu's 36 strategies in the Art of War, what is meant by showing the enemy weak, and what is called attacking him unprepared.

Chi Dakui crouched in the hastily built bunker, his eyes were red and he stared at the dozens of devils who were hunched over and rushed towards the position, trembling with excitement, finally, it was his turn Chi Dakui to exert his might.

According to Liu Lang's order before the war, as long as the devil did not attack with all his strength, his machine gun was not allowed to fire.

Seeing his brother being blown up by a grenade from a little devil in front of him into a rain of blood, but he could only stare at it with wide eyes and couldn't fire a shot, that kind of heart-wrenching pain, for Chi Dakui, he never wanted to experience it a second time.

Now, only the blood of devils can stop the pain.

Chi Dakui, who was aiming at the target, pulled the trigger.

The ten bullets fired in an instant were like a fiery red whip in the night sky, and they were fiercely whipped into the formation of the charging devil soldiers, and four or five devils fell in response.

The specially modified 6.5 mm bullet accelerates through the greater chamber pressure of the Type 11 machine gun, gaining more kinetic energy and inflicting greater damage on the Japanese troops hit.

A Japanese soldier's arm happened to be swept by a machine gun bullet, only to hear a "bang", his entire arm was blown off and flew up, because of the pressure difference between inside and outside the body, the blood from the wound of the stump was like a water gun that was suddenly opened, and it suddenly spewed out, and the two soldiers who were caught off guard next to the spray were all over their faces.

At this moment, a cannonball exploded in the distance, I don't know if it caused a martyrdom, the violent explosion dyed the entire sky red, and in the sudden flash of light, the Japanese soldier in everyone's field of vision was like a flower that suddenly bloomed.

Blood red and eerie.

But the person didn't seem to be aware of it, and under the dull gaze of the two companions, he was still running forward, running for nearly ten meters.

It wasn't until a burst of excruciating pain hit that the devil soldier realized that his arm was gone.

As soon as the miserable howl of covering the stump that was not like a human sounded, it was already over, and Naonai Shaowen personally ended the life of his soldier with one shot.

Not only to end his suffering early, but also to keep his morale low.

A good commander of the Japanese army must not only be ruthless to the enemy, but also be good at his own people.