Chapter 700: The Crazy Heavy

Perhaps it was the fact that the independent regiment did not fire for a long time and stimulated the Japanese army, and the Japanese suddenly accelerated the speed of their attack, and rushed forward one by one, advancing to a distance of 100 meters in the blink of an eye.

"Hit!"

As soon as the regiment commander Tian Long raised his wrist, he knocked on the Browning pistol in his hand, and all kinds of firearms in the trenches immediately opened fire, and the Japanese soldiers who rushed to the front were immediately cut.

In the face of resistance, the Japanese troops returned fire on their prostrates, and the suppressive fire rained bullets on the forward positions even more frantically.

The Japanese army seemed to see hope, and the howls of "kill the chicken" began to advance again, and they soon discovered that the firepower of the independent regiment had moved south, and the entire north was almost a vacuum. This is almost a manifestation of a serious shortage of troops, shrinking to make the last corner of stubborn resistance.

This discovery also made the Japanese army immediately adjust the direction of attack, and all of them swarmed south, and one by one they scrambled to be the first, and soon converged into a long line.

Just when the Japanese army thought that the capture of the Nationalist position was in the next second, suddenly, dense bullets rained down, and swept all the way from the flank of the Japanese army, and the Japanese army that was caught off guard suddenly fell one by one like harvested rice.

"Yaga, they are on the mountain, they have set up a machine-gun position on the mountain!"

The commander of the 40th Wing of the Japanese Army, who had been paying attention to the changes in the battlefield in the rear, roared loudly, and he was horrified to find that the thirty-four chains of fire were condescendingly pouring bullets down, and almost all the flanks of the entire imperial army were under their firepower, and there were no dead ends at all, if their bullets were sufficient, no matter how many imperial troops went up, it would not be enough for them to kill, and he finally understood why the national army would abandon the entire northern front position, it turned out that it was not a lack of troops at all, but a trap waiting for the imperial army here.

It was the darkest time before dawn, and the distance was also remote, and the Japanese wing commander could not see clearly how the Nationalist troops on the mountain had set up light and heavy machine guns on the almost precipitous hill, but he knew that the offensive could no longer continue, and if the fire points on the mountain were not cleared, the Imperial Army would face a disaster.

"Retreat, retreat!" The Japanese wing commander howled.

On the hill, Yao Menglin, the commander of the first battalion, stared ahead with tiger-eyed eyes, and personally operated the Makqin heavy machine gun without a tripod, howling and spilling the hot bullets in the chamber.

But the standing posture was extremely strange, his body was almost forty-five degrees tilted, and after a closer look, he found that he was tied with a thick rope around his waist, and the upper end was tied to a pine tree with a crooked neck, and the whole person seemed to be half-hanging in the air, and the barrel of the gun was carried by one or two soldiers on the shoulder, and like Yao Menglin, it was tied to a rope.

Such scenes are everywhere on this small hill, but the heavy machine guns are all tied to a log and carried by two people, basically four or five people, and the light machine guns are mostly mounted between the branches of pine trees that are not very thick.

Although this shape is ugly, and the danger factor is also high, not only is there the threat of rolling off the cliff, but there is basically no protection in front of everyone, once the enemy finds them shooting at them, they basically have no way to live. But the firepower is absolutely powerful, fourteen or fifteen Makqin heavy machine guns plus more than 20 Czech light machine guns, condescending fan-shaped strafing, the constructed firepower point can be described as airtight, and the open field of vision can ensure that there are no dead ends.

The long dragon gathered by the Japanese army was swept away by them in an instant, and they were cut off piece by piece, and those who were alive fled in all directions, and the large Japanese troops did not know what was happening, and they thought that the helicopters of the national army had arrived, and the dead were confused, and those who did not die were like frightened birds, where was there still a little combat effectiveness.

In addition, Tian Long also grasped this well, and the last half of the base number of shells poured out, which brought great panic to the Japanese army, and the troops retreated like a tide in an instant.

"Da-da-da, da-da-da!"

The soldiers of the first battalion on the hill were killed, and the dense bullets chased the back of the Japanese army's buttocks, and this group of crazy machine gunners simply scared the Japanese army's courage, and one by one they only hated their father and mother for missing two legs.

Yao Menglin directly hit the empty gun and hung up, and was still howling loudly for the ammunition hand to load, until the ammunition hand told him with a bitter face that the ammunition was gone, he ended the game scoldingly, only to blame Tian Long for being stingy, and put them in this position, and the bullets were not enough, and they were gone after only ten minutes.

He didn't remember that he didn't stop firing just now, and there was no point shot in between, and one or two bases of ammunition were not too little, but he couldn't help but do this. This is also strange, such a good shooting range, and the Japanese army is intensive, who can stop this sweep?

Looking at the Japanese troops fleeing in a hurry at the bottom of the mountain, Yao Menglinsong's hand was put down from the trigger of the machine gun, stood in a lunge, took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it, took two puffs of it violently, and spit out a puff of cigarette, before ordering the soldiers to stop shooting and prepare to retreat.

Dongfang is already white, they have completed the task of blocking the enemy given to them by the general seat, and the brothers at the bottom of the mountain have also begun to retreat, so they have to take advantage of the fact that the Japanese army will evacuate the battlefield before the next attack and widen the distance between them.

In fact, there were not many machine guns still firing, and they all ran out of bullets one by one, and as soon as the order was given, those who did not finish firing stopped firing, and the soldiers who were sitting on the ground resting and smoking after the early fight also quickly got up to pack their weapons and prepare to retreat.

Only then did Yao Menglin realize that the two soldiers holding the barrels of their guns in front of him were still motionless.

"Stinky boy, don't you feel tired of carrying dozens of pounds?" Yao Menglin scolded, not expecting anything wrong, and then stepped forward to remove the barrel on their shoulders, but as soon as his hand touched the barrel, he let him retract with a scream, and he found that the barrel had revealed a faint dark red, and between the drooping heads of the two soldiers, there was a lot of green smoke, and there was a strong smell of burnt meat in the air.

Yao Menglin was shocked and hurriedly called the ammunition man, and the two of them took a lot of effort to remove the barrel from the shoulders of the two soldiers. I saw that the bodies of the two soldiers who were originally close to each other fell down suddenly, their hands were still curled in a hugging posture, and half of their faces close to the barrel of the guns were completely ripe, and the whole piece of meat immediately fell from their faces and fell to the side, revealing the white bones and gums of teeth, which were extremely terrifying, but the blood in their mouths and nostrils was still flowing.

Other heavy machine guns have tripods, and a piece of wood tied to the tripod does not affect the shooting, but this machine gun without a tripod cannot be fixed, so it has to be carried by two soldiers.