Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

As they get closer and closer to the temporary position set up by Zhang Zhiyi, the Japanese cavalry has entered impact mode. The soldiers with good eyesight in the position could already see the white breath exhaled by the horses while running.

Zhang Zhiyi quickly calculated the fighting distance between the two sides in his mind, and shouted to everyone on the position.

"Change the submachine gun and prepare the grenades! Detonate the mines!"

At this distance, the submachine gun does not need to be carefully aimed at all, just pull the trigger forward. In principle, if the cavalry charges continue, the trigger of the automatic weapon cannot be loosened.

Even the assistant shooters serving the crooked light machine guns began to shoot at the Japanese with submachine guns.

At the same time, Liang Chunjin pulled a few threads in his hand. As the Japanese cavalry charged, nearly a hundred offensive grenades transformed into landmines exploded among the horses.

The effect of a well-made grenade is not weaker than that of a few howitzers.

Faced with such ferocious firepower, only a few lucky Japs were able to escape from the smoke and dust of the explosion.

The ensuing firepower network composed of submachine guns and light machine guns made Maeda Ryoichi and his men completely desperate. His mind was now filled with resentment against Lu Hang.

If he had known that the enemy's firepower was so strong, he would not have charged forward with his men so unprepared.

With more than twenty submachine guns and two Taisho 11s, let alone a cavalry squadron, even if the strength is doubled, casualties must be considered.

But Lu Hang's losers had clearly fought against these people, but they didn't even provide them with any usable information.

He dared to lead a cavalry squadron to attack people in Jin Province with his sword because the local armed forces had few repeating weapons and bullets, making it impossible to form a fire network.

But at this point, there was no room for retreat. He could only bite the bullet and carry out the charge to the end.

"The black card is onboard!"

This battle can be regarded as the most enjoyable one for Zhang Zhiyi and his party. A squadron of Japanese cavalry on the opposite side, despite being far behind in numbers, managed to achieve no injuries in the true sense.

However, they did not take their victory lightly because everyone knew that this was just the first wave of pursuers. Judging from the Japs' frenzied pursuit these days, it's not certain how many waves will follow.

Looking at the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, Zhang Zhiyi arranged a new wave of work for his brothers.

"Go and collect the seized items. Don't run out of bullets by then. Horse rifles are also guns!"

"I picked up some sabers by the way. We have to be prepared for the worst, maybe we can't avoid hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese."

"Those two people just now continue to act as outposts. As usual, don't expose yourself."

As expected, the Japanese did not give them much time to breathe. Forty minutes later, the two soldiers at the outpost quickly discovered a new batch of enemies.

The two made a rough count and found that there was almost a squadron of Japanese infantry.

Liang Chunjin looked seriously at the enemies who had entered the valley. Because there was too much movement before, the Japanese knew that there might be an ambush here, so they sent out scouts after they entered.

"Boss, it seems we can't fight an ambush this time. We'd better strike first."

Zhang Zhiyi nodded, facing the infantry carrying heavy firepower, he must give priority to the artillery he faced.

And unlike the situation just now, the 60mm mortar on the position will be useful against the Japanese infantry.

The Japs' cavalry was too mobile, and the artillerymen in the team were only half-time monks, so it was almost difficult to hit the enemy.

But it's different when facing infantry. As long as it's not too outrageous, there will be more or less gains if the shells are fired.

Zhang Zhiyi lay down in the temporary bunker, holding a 38-meter cover, and used his accuracy to firmly lock the captain at the front of the enemy's queue.

At the same time, several veterans with outstanding marksmanship in the army also focused on the Japanese machine gunners and artillery.

Several gunshots were fired, and the enemy fell to the ground, but the Japanese who lost their command did not become confused. The three squad leaders immediately took over the command and ordered the artillery to attack the enemy's positions.

"Japanese artillery fire! Avoid the artillery fire! Hurry!"

The soldiers looked very experienced against the enemy's mortars and grenades on the opposite side.

They got down on their elbows and knees and put their hands over their heads to protect their ears. And the mouth should be opened to reduce the damage caused by the explosion sound, and the main trunk such as the abdomen should be lifted appropriately. This is to reduce the damage to the soft internal organs caused by the shock wave transmitted through the ground.

But no matter how good the anti-gun posture was, someone was still injured. Liang Chunjin's left leg was blown off.

After the Japanese shelling ended, Zhang Zhiyi shook his head, shook the dirt off his head, and shouted to the soldiers on the position: "The shelling is over! Check your personal equipment! The Japanese are coming!"

At this time, a sad and angry voice sounded: "Boss! Lao Liang's leg is broken!"

But Liang Chunjin was very calm. He tremblingly took out a tube of unknown injection from his pocket and plunged it into his thigh.

This was the experimental drug they asked the doctors for before they left. Even though the doctors explained the pros and cons, the soldiers still insisted.

After the injection, the pain on Liang Chunjin's face was significantly relieved. He even lit a cigarette captured from the Japanese cavalry.

"What is it called? I'm not dead yet."

The soldiers at the forefront of the position immediately issued an early warning after seeing the Japanese launching a pig-like charge.

"Boss, the devil is coming!"

While organizing the attack, Zhang Zhiyi asked the forward position: "How far is it?"

"Seven hundred meters!"

This distance has exceeded the effective range of the 38-meter cover, and blind shooting will only expose the distribution of firepower.

"The machine gun team is in position! If you see a group of Japanese stragglers at the intersection ahead, fight! Fight hard! Avenge Lao Liang! Fire one mortar for another! Don't die too fast! Everyone is in fighting position!"

Although the two crooked guns caused a lot of casualties to the Japanese, they were quickly targeted by the Japanese grenade launchers, and the troops suffered casualties for the first time after the break.

Fortunately, the team is full of veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time, and almost everyone can get started with weapons like light machine guns.

"The distance is six hundred. Shoot me with all your strength on the path ahead!"

Only two hundred meters away, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers had already fallen on the charging road.

"Five hundred, go to the left, the Japs have broken away from their main force! Kill them first!"

"Four hundred and fifty meters! Rifle brothers open fire! Shoot for me!"

The firepower network composed of rifles and machine guns stalled the momentum of the Japanese charge. Faced with the fierce attack, the Japanese could only find bunkers on the spot and fight back.

As the distance between the two sides became closer, the number of casualties on Zhang Zhiyi's side was already considerable. Seeing that the distance was almost there, he issued a new round of orders.

"Grenade!"

At a distance of tens of meters, there was no chance to avoid the grenade devils. Nearly a hundred grenades flew out in four waves. In the violent explosion, dozens of Japanese soldiers fell into the sea of ​​fire.

"SMG!"

The soldiers leaned out of the temporary bunker slightly, and the metal storm-like rain of bullets tore the Japanese's bodies apart.

But the Japs began to rush to the position, and there were too many of them. Zhang Zhiyi looked at the epaulette in his hand. The epaulette was tattered and full of blood, and the word "Jiao" could be faintly seen.

He drew his saber and rushed towards the Japanese, and the two sides engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand battle. Fifteen minutes later, the temporary position was occupied by the Japanese, and it was like a purgatory on earth.

The only second lieutenant left in the squadron came up with his men. Looking at these Republic of China soldiers who resisted until the last second, he couldn't help lowering his head and said:

"Enemies also have warriors."

"Yes! If the Republic of China were all such warriors, our attack would only be more difficult."

At this time, the Northeastern soldier among the corpses secretly opened his eyes. He was unable to participate in the hand-to-hand combat just now because he was injured by a bullet in the abdomen, which made him endure until now.

He pulled the fuse of the cluster grenade, and when the grenade was about to explode, he gave the Japanese a contemptuous smile.

After the Japanese occupied the three northeastern provinces, they vigorously promoted their culture. At that time, the people in the Northeast could more or less understand Japanese.

He was forced to learn Japanese for four years before joining the army, and later retained this skill specifically to perform certain tasks.

"Whether I am a warrior or not, do you need trash like you to tell me?"

Boom boom boom! This cluster grenade took away a dozen Japs who came closer. Zhang Zhiyi and his group bought nearly two hours of retreat time for the soldiers of the special agent company with their own lives.

Brothers, I tried my best and wrote a chapter as soon as I woke up.

I was talking nonsense yesterday and shouted the Three People's Principles in the middle of the night!