Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Wang Dahai was deeply moved by the sudden trust. Although it was not his first contact with the Eighth Route Army, the charm of this unit was always touching.

After taking the machine gun and magazine handed over by Wei Dayong, he asked curiously:

"Why are you calling me to provide cover? There are so many people in your group, don't you have a suitable machine gunner?"

After hearing these words, Li Yunlong turned his head and looked at the other party seriously, his wrinkled eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"We have not been in contact for a long time, but you are different from ordinary preserved fruit soldiers. I can see that you care about the safety of every soldier. This is excellent and rare in my opinion."

"As for the reason why I gave you this machine gun, it's very simple. Don't you want to avenge those dead soldiers?"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Dahai's eyes turned red and he was breathing heavily. He even had the urge to shed his blood for the person in front of him.

However, considering that there were many outsiders around me, I had to suppress this sudden emotion. He used preparations before shooting to cover up his inner fluctuations.

"Okay! As an official, you are indeed very discerning! You are worthy of being the commander of the elite unit of the Eighth Route Army! As long as I am not killed, I will definitely complete the task you assigned me!"

"The enemy on the other side is almost out of bullets. How do you plan to fight? How should my people cooperate with you?"

After a short exchange, Wang Dahai already knew that the other party would not let his regiment be used as cannon fodder. At this moment, he already recognized the Eighth Route Army in front of him in his heart.

I don't blame him for being cautious before. After all, he was born in the Sichuan Army and has seen too many things. Just like the words given to the new recruits in the regiment, everything is to survive.

Li Yunlong knew about the lack of ammunition for the Japanese before the war started. After all, the opponent's gunshots were sparse, and it was obvious that there was a big problem with the ammunition preparation.

Otherwise, how could the 500 elite Japanese troops not be able to sustain a supplementary regiment?

Currently, the only threats to their Marine Regiment are grenade launchers and light machine guns. However, the mountain people have their own ingenious plan, and this trivial matter cannot defeat the elite troops.

"Xiko! Take your people and give me the firepower to target the Japanese! I have only one request for you! That is to choke all the Japanese to death in the cesspit!"

"The rest of you are ready to rush with me! Fight quickly! The Japanese soldiers in the province also have support!"

Although he didn't know Wang Xikui's specific location, Li Yunlong knew that as long as he shouted, his sniper would definitely complete the mission assigned by him.

Moreover, the decision to charge was not reckless. When dealing with an enemy force that didn't even have many bullets, what reason was there not to press forward and destroy them?

You can't just look at them with big eyes and small eyes. The Marine Regiment has follow-up tasks and can't waste too much time here.

As soon as he finished speaking, most of the soldiers in the regiment launched a charge.

In this process, there is no loud and clear charge horn. The soldiers barely shouted, and all communication was conducted by hand gestures and brief commands.

"I didn't even say hello, I just rushed up!"

Seeing the reinforcements suddenly launching an attack, Wang Dahai quickly grabbed a helmet and put it on his head.

Then he controlled the French light machine gun he had just obtained and fired short bursts to suppress all enemies who tried to show their faces.

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Back to half a minute ago, on the joint defense line of the 21st Regiment and the 1st Marine Regiment, Wang Xikui moved his neck and fingers.

Although he is Li Yunlong's old subordinate, he was redeemed by his own regiment leader from the New Regiment.

But during the selection of the parachute troops, Lao Li did not open a back door for anyone. Everything was based on their own abilities.

As an old comrade who is nearly forty years old, there is a big gap between him and the young guys in terms of physical strength.

Fortunately, Wang Xikui not only has rich combat experience, but also has many years of career as an Orion. With his top skills and physical skills, he was able to pass the strict selection.

Since the Eighth Route Army Logistics Department has made rapid progress in technology, soldiers carry more bullets per capita than Japanese soldiers.

During the Hundred Regiments War, Wang Xikui killed more than fifty enemies with a Mosin Nagant, more than the machine gunners and artillerymen together.

Even in a duel with enemy snipers, he killed two Japs equipped with Type 97 sniper rifles with machine aim. The 2.5x optical sight he is using now was captured in that battle.

As for the reason for using the Mosin Nagant, it is very simple. Although the Mas36 is a good gun, it is a pity that it is not suitable for snipers without insurance. If it misfires, it will be too fatal.

Due to his excellent marksmanship and strong concealment ability, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang specifically granted him the right to act at will.

Wang Xikui can freely choose his position during the battle. The team has only one requirement for this veteran, and that is that he must respond in time when the team needs him.

There are fifteen masters like this in the Marine Corps.

At this time, Wang Xikui's position was at a commanding height among the mountains and forests. Judging from his marksmanship, as long as he can hold back the Japs on the frontal battlefield, he can name the enemies one by one.

"Xiko! Take your people and give me the firepower to target the Japanese!"

The moment he received the order, the expressionless veteran pulled the trigger.

Snapped!

The sound of the gunshot was extremely clear, sounding like water droplets hitting the stone slabs.

Gunshots rang out on the originally quiet battlefield, and the Japs on the disadvantaged side immediately entered a fighting state.

At first, the Japanese thought it was a deadly empty gun. But the five soldiers manipulating the grenade all fell to the ground, making them realize that the enemy was not simple.

Five rounds of bullets were fired into the beast's brain without any hesitation. The helmet was no different from a piece of furniture and had no protective effect at all.

Those who died at the hands of Mosin Nagant had one thing in common: a hole was opened in their foreheads, and red and white liquid flowed all over the floor.

The Japs of the Air Force were indeed the elite of the North China Front. Facing the charging Marine Regiment, all the surviving soldiers were quickly divided into two waves.

If you have bullets, try all means to stop the enemy. If you don't have bullets, try to test the opponent's firepower point and the position of the sniper.

Seeing the enemy's stubborn resistance, Wang Xikui pulled the big bolt and reloaded. The whole set of movements is very smooth and is a pleasure for others to watch.

Snapped!

Another shot, and a certain Japanese who tried to pick up the grenade and grenade fell to the ground.

Compared to his dead predecessor, his fate was better. This bullet only hit him in the abdomen.

The devil's expression was very ferocious, as if his back molars had been chewed out. Even though blood kept pouring out from the wound, he still held back and didn't scream.

Wang Xikui did not replenish his shot, but chose to wait for a while. This was one of his favorite tricks.

Whenever conditions permit, he will choose to knock out a lucky person. Use tricky marksmanship to render the target incapacitated without causing death.

The next thing to do is to wait quietly for the rest of the Japs to lend a helping hand, and then kill those enemies who come to support them.

To put it bluntly, they are taking advantage of the comradeship of normal soldiers and playing with people's hearts.

Sun Ergou, who was studying secretly not far away, was a little confused. He was also a sniper, but because he had not been in the army for a long time, he did not understand these twists and turns very well.

"Why don't you refill your gun? Isn't that Japanese still dead?"

Wang Xikui did not answer directly. He just showed an evil smile and said, "Why are you so anxious? Let the bullets fly for a while."

After a while, the bait was hooked.

After waiting for a while, the two Japanese soldiers decided to take a gamble. Both supporting weapons and comrades were very important. Without determining the location of the enemy's sniper, they rushed out rashly to rescue people and get artillery together.

Snapped!

With the third shot, Xiaori was shot in the knee and fell straight on top of his companion.

Snapped!

With the fourth shot, the supporting Japanese soldier's lungs were penetrated. He fell over the grenade, blood spurting from his mouth.

Because he couldn't breathe, he pressed his hands into the ground in pain, and his whole body was in a state of being unable to live or die.

Such a slaughterhouse made the Japs nearby widen their eyes in fear.

Snapped!

In the fifth shot, a Japanese squad leader was headshot. A dozen soldiers lost their commanders, and their combat capabilities suddenly dropped.

After emptying the magazine, Wang Xikui took out a magazine and quickly loaded it. In the process, he patiently explained his behavior to Sun Ergou, who was not far away.

"My mission is to kill all the enemy's firepower points. A sniper must not only hit accurately, but also play with people's hearts. Do you dare to pick up that grenade launcher when you see a group of comrades crying and howling?"

"Japanese are not easy to kill. They react quickly and have a strong sense of combat. If I don't use some means, I may be entangled by the enemies who are coming one after another."

"You are also a sniper, so remember one thing. If you don't have the ability to hide like me, remember to change positions when conditions permit, and never just stay in one place."

Seeing the Eighth Route Army soldier covered with branches and leaves, Sun Ergou also imitated the other party's appearance and hid himself in a bush. Then he picked up the formal weapon in his hand and joined the team that hunted the Japanese.

It's just that his marksmanship is not that accurate, and the position of more than 400 meters is already the limit.

"Hey, it would be great if I could join the Eighth Route Army. Everyone in this team gives me the feeling of a regiment leader."

Gunshots still sounded one after another, and the Japanese fell one after another.

The Taisho 11 light machine gun and tactical core grenade, which were very "reliable" in the past, have now become the talisman that the Japanese soldiers avoid.

Everyone knew one thing, there were a few perverts eyeing these weapons. Once someone dares to take a step forward, those comrades who cannot survive but cannot survive will be their fate.

After completing the task assigned to him by his regiment leader, Wang Xikui reloaded. Looking at the somewhat old Mosin Nagant, he couldn't help but muttered.

"Hey, I really want a special sniper rifle. I heard that the Mas36 also has a version with a ten-round ammunition capacity, a flash suppressor and a special scope. I don't know when it will be available."

"Everything about this Shui Lianzhu is good, but it's a little troublesome."

Compared with the Mas36, the Mosin Nagant has a longer effective range and slightly better accuracy.

But since the troops are now fully equipped with French weapons, this means that 7.62mm bullets can only be carried by snipers like them.

Although Wang Xikui participated in a parachute mission for the first time and only experienced one battle. But he has realized one thing, that is, there may not be enough bullets.

Although the Preserved Fruit Army has some Soviet-style weapons, it is better to seek help from others than from yourself.

"It seems that after we go back this time, we have to ask the regiment leader to help write a letter to Director Huang. Even the Japanese have special sniper rifles, and our Eighth Route Army will be very loser if we don't have them!"

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Boom boom boom!

In the unique whistling sound of 50-year-old and 60-year-old soldiers, shells and cannons continued to fall in the mountain forest where the Japanese were located. The explosion not only kicked up a lot of soil, but also killed many enemies.

At first, Xiaoguan Longping was quite happy to see the enemies who looked like the Eighth Route Army rushing out of the position.

This Japanese colonel was already in a state of high spirits, and all he could think about was his loyalty to Tian Locust and Okamura Neji.

When you know that your side is unable to save the day, being able to engage in hand-to-hand combat or hand-to-hand combat is the best option.

After all, his men were the elite of the North China Front. They thought they were invincible in hand-to-hand combat, and there was no unit in the entire Republic of China that was an enemy.

If the enemy is willing to take the initiative to close the distance, he will naturally accompany him to the end.

What's more, we also have grenades and light machine guns. It's a good thing to have more backup before death.

But soon Xiaoguan Longping discovered that something was wrong. The enemy troops on the opposite side were very evil. Not only does it have fierce firepower, but it also has a lot of snipers.

The few grenades and light machine guns had no chance of firing. Even soldiers with bullets have become priority targets.

The opponent had almost no casualties, and more than half of his own air support team had been killed or wounded. How could he still fight?

As a colonel, Xiaoguan Longping spent a lot of time studying the Eighth Route Army. He knew that the other party had a pedantic policy, so he gave orders to the soldiers still alive nearby.

"Everyone! Take the initiative to get out of the bunker! The Eighth Route Army treats prisoners preferentially. Let's close the distance and strive for the distance to enter hand-to-hand combat!"

"There is no bayonet! Even if you bite with your teeth! You must leave a deep impression on the enemy! Warriors of my brother's country! The time has come to be loyal to His Majesty Tian Locust!"

After receiving the order, the Japanese soldiers in the air force raised their weapons.

They walked out of their respective bunkers in a leisurely manner, somewhat like Gallic chicken soldiers.

But they never expected that they would be greeted by hundreds of submachine guns and rifles loaded with bullets.

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the expressions of all the members of the air raid team changed. They looked at their superiors with surprised eyes, as if asking what was going on, this script was not quite right!

As the backbone of the army, Xiaoguan Longping took a deep breath and took a step forward. He rushed towards the landing group and said in broken Chinese:

"Your army has always treated prisoners preferentially, has it changed now?"

"I surrender on behalf of our air force and hope to receive proper treatment."

No one answered Xiaoguan Longping's question. The soldiers of the 1st Marine Regiment pulled the triggers of their guns without hesitation.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!

The high rate of fire of the Mas38 sounded like fried beans, and it was enough to sweep it from a distance of less than a hundred meters. What's more, the enemies stood very densely, as if they were afraid that the soldiers would not be able to hit accurately.

Bullets like metal storms hit Xiaori, causing blood mist to splash in the sky, like a broadsword mine exploding in the crowd. The Japs were like wheat meeting a sharp sickle, and they were quickly killed and injured.

Xiaoguan Longping's face no longer had the previous confidence. After all, it would be difficult to find a complete corpse among a pile of warheads.

"Okay! Save some bullets! We don't know how long we will stay in this damn place, and all kinds of bullets are not compatible with preserved fruits. It will be difficult to replenish them when the time comes."

"Sweep the battlefield quickly and look for valuable trophies. Next, we have to live a life of remembering the bitterness and thinking about the sweetness!"

After Wang Dahai saw signs of hand-to-hand combat, he immediately led his men towards the center of the battlefield to provide support.

When he saw the Japanese being killed one-sidedly, the Sichuan Army veteran was stunned. The current situation was different from the Eighth Route Army in his memory. Didn't they treat the prisoners preferentially?

"Captain Li, is it because it is inconvenient for you to accept prisoners? Then you can leave them to our regiment!"

"It's not that I want to take credit, I just want to push them back to the 43rd Army to see if I can get any useful information from interrogation."

"After all, the frontline is tight right now, and there's no telling which piece of news can break the deadlock."

Leader Li Da still admires Wang Dahai very much. While he pulled out a Zuoguan knife from the pile of corpses, he patiently explained to the other party:

"This little devil jumped over the wall in a hurry and wanted to feign surrender. The purpose was to keep close to me and fight hand-to-hand."

Having said this, Lao Li spit on the ground, and then said happily:

"As long as you can speak Chinese, I really thought there were no comrades in my group who knew Japanese. With your loud voice, we could hear it a hundred meters away."

"Conspiracy loudly? You're such a brainless thing. I really don't know how you became a colonel."

The First Marine Regiment is a unit directly under the headquarters and the treasure of the entire army. In order to deal with various emergencies, the deputy general staff was worried.

After all, there are not many fighters who can understand Japanese and pass the selection. Even the one on the scene is just a second-hand swordsman.

But it was enough. He killed hundreds of Japanese soldiers in his first battle. Calculating with intention but without intention, he has successfully achieved great success!

The information Xiaoguan Longping revealed before his death was very interesting. The word "air support team" made Li Yunlong aware of one thing. The Japs they had just wiped out were probably troops of the same nature as them.

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Compared with the military powers in Europe, the Eighth Route Army's parachute troops were established somewhat late. It's even not mature enough in a sense. After all, the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain was the first actual combat.

The 1st Marine Regiment missed the honor of competing for the world's first parachute operation, and did not win the title of the world's first large-scale parachute operation.

But today's battle with the Japanese Air Troops won the title of the world's first paratrooper duel.

This title, which originally belonged to Santoku and Chouguo, would not happen until the Allied invasion of Normandy in 1944.

Although the Japanese paratroopers are the worst in the world at this point in time. But this battle actually happened, and it was a case worthy of military textbooks.

There will be another chapter of five thousand today.

Since I stayed up so late, let's forget about being late.