Rise From Eight Hundred

Several young men from the Yang family have died in the battle. Perhaps no one thought before they died that their cowardly younger brother who survived to the end would become the protagonist of a battlefield.

In the history of the Four Lines group battles, such a small battlefield with a total of only 50 people was indeed recorded at considerable length. Because of its brutality, it definitely belongs to the top ten of the hundreds of battlefields that the Four Lines Group has experienced since its birth.

From the moment the first Japanese soldier jumped out, Yang Bicheng's finger was already ready to pull the trigger.

However, he held back forcefully.

He is betting on human nature, the Japanese people's humanity.

Tang Tuanzuo once said when giving a lecture in the precision shooter training class that to be a good sniper, you must not only have the precise shooting skills that can only be achieved through hard training, but also need to keep a calm mind at all times. It’s not about how well you can observe the environment, terrain and camouflage. The most important thing is that you have to learn to know what your enemy is thinking.

Calculation! When masters of the same level compete with each other, the one who laughs in the end will definitely not be the one with stronger body, but the one with sharper mind. That is the support of human beings as the spirit of all things.

As a veteran, the Japanese soldier would never expose himself to danger easily. When the Japanese army test-fired two grenades in succession, both of which exploded more than ten meters away from him, Yang Bicheng knew that he had made the right bet.

Such a loose grenade shooting level is definitely not the level of the veteran grenade launcher.

The prey has not appeared yet.

Therefore, the Japanese grenadier who had exhausted all his traps died.

In order to eliminate the biggest threat to the top of the mountain, Yang Bicheng took the risk and shot him twice to kill him completely. But the slightly inferior Japanese ammunition hand is by no means a display. Through test firing, the Japanese soldier can almost guarantee an accuracy of 2 meters, which is enough for a grenade with an attack range of several square meters.

After finishing shooting, Yang Bicheng did not sit still and wait for death. After pulling the trigger, without even checking his results, he picked up the gun, jumped out of the bunker, and got into a bush three or four meters away from the position on the top of the mountain.

It is a very dangerous position. Not only the Japanese infantry can shoot, but also machine guns can shoot. However, it is the most effective position to avoid grenades. Instead of waiting to be killed by grenades, it is better to take a gamble.

Sure enough, in the next second, the position where Yang Bicheng had been was shrouded in gunpowder smoke. The deputy shooter of the Japanese army fired three rounds of grenades here in retaliation, blowing up the surrounding ten square meters and sending rocks, branches and leaves flying everywhere.

The Japanese machine gunners and infantrymen over there looked at the Chinese soldier who jumped out of the bunker from a distance. Naturally, they were not polite. The crazy bullets beat the bushes here like a violent storm.

"I am your uncle!" The old abacus, who witnessed all this, had his eyes instantly bloodshot. He lay on the sandbags with a submachine gun and fired at the Japanese infantry at the foot of the mountain to suppress the Japanese infantry's crazy shooting retaliation.

"Brother Chengzi, how are you!" Tudou over there shouted in a hissing voice, and at the same time, he also took a huge risk to mount a semi-automatic rifle on a sandbag and shoot at the Japanese machine gun firepower point.

The two Chinese soldiers were also crazy. They didn't care that the machine gun bullets on the opposite side were firing and smoke was rising all around them. The closest one to them was not even half a meter away.

The fierce firepower of the MP28 submachine gun was even stronger than the Type 96 light machine gun within a range of 120 meters. In only five or six seconds, all 32 bullets were fired, and the Japanese soldiers who were shooting on the hillside were successfully knocked down again.

Tudou's semi-automatic rifle with excellent performance, range, accuracy and continuous fire speed also posed a slight threat to the Japanese machine gun firepower. Even if the Japanese machine gunners tried their best at this moment, they were obviously not yet fully ready to fight with a Chinese Rifleman prepares for shooting.

A light machine gun fired only one long burst and then misfired, not being killed but apparently missing.

In terms of courage duel, two Chinese soldiers completely defeated the more powerful Japanese army.

This mentality may be similar to the popular Chinese mentality of "three monks have no food to eat". The more people there are, the more they will think about asking the other person to sacrifice to achieve one's own achievements.

Unlike the three Chinese soldiers on the battlefield, they have nothing to worry about after killing more than a dozen Japanese soldiers. Ben has come back long ago. Killing one more Japanese soldier will be a net profit!

There was a familiar gunshot.

One of the Japanese machine guns that was still firing fiercely suddenly went out.

The precise shooter who had eliminated the biggest threat showed with the end of the Japanese soldier's life that he was not just running for his life, his gun was more of a threat than the poisonous snake in the bushes.

What's more, the Japanese shooter with a Type 96 machine gun with a machine gun mount over 30 centimeters really raised his chest so high that it was more conspicuous than a paper target. And then, he shot with great joy. If he didn't die, who would die?

"Nariko is fine, Tudou, don't be impulsive. Suppress the Japs' machine guns and help Chengzi return to the position." Lao Abacus yelled at Tudou while pressing bullets into the long magazine as quickly as possible.

In one battle, the MP28 submachine gun issued to the infantry squad of the Fourth Line Regiment was equipped with a 32-round long magazine and four 20-round short magazines, and an additional 120 rounds of ammunition.

Lao Abacus carried three long magazines, four short magazines and 150 rounds of ammunition this time, which was seriously excessive. However, in just a few minutes of exchange of fire, he had already finished all three long magazines and three The short magazine, with only the last 20-round magazine left, was completely insufficient to suppress a Japanese infantry charge.

He had to and could only press the bullets into the long magazine as quickly as possible. Otherwise, without the suppression of the submachine gun firepower, relying on Potato's semi-automatic rifle and Yang Bicheng's single-shot rifle alone, it would be impossible to completely suppress the Japanese charge. The Japanese could approach the distance where they could throw grenades at any time.

At that time, it would be the end of the three of them!

He couldn't fire again for at least half a minute. This half minute was not only dangerous for Yang Bicheng who was still in the rocks and grass under the position, but also the most dangerous time for the entire position.

Potato didn't answer, but the continuous gunshots had answered for him.

The semi-automatic rifle showed the power of its firing rate at this time. Ten bullets were fired in ten seconds, which made the Japanese dare not play any "board charge". The psychological structure of "better death than death" made them lose the most precious opportunity to attack.

If they were willing to pay the price of more than five people being shot, the top of the mountain position would be filled with smoke without ignition, and the grenades thrown by more than a dozen people would be enough to blow up the small hill position into a mess.

However, even so, with the sudden weakening of the firepower of the top of the mountain, the Japanese army fought back while desperately climbing up. The nearest Japanese army was no more than 30 meters away from the position.

Yang Bicheng's gun sounded again, and another Japanese machine gunner fell to the ground, but followed by a torrent of bullets hitting his hiding place.

Whether it was the deputy shooter who took over the machine gun from the dead shooter, or the last two grenade throwers, they all desperately shot and bombarded at Yang Bicheng's position.

The Japanese army was not just for revenge, but also to save their own lives. In fact, they knew very well that the biggest threat to them on the position was not the submachine gunner, but this sharpshooter with accurate shooting skills.

In just a few minutes, the sharpshooter fired no more than 6 shots, but including the noble army Zhongzuo, four died and one was injured, with a hit rate of 100%. They might lose their lives like their companions at any time.

Killing him not only saved their lives, but also allowed them to attack the position faster, so that everyone could escape.

Driven by this kind of mentality, 80% of the Japanese army's firepower was directed at the area where Yang Bicheng was, with branches, soil, and gravel flying everywhere! It was so difficult for the Chinese soldiers hiding in it, and they didn't know what kind of tactics they could use to avoid this wave of bullets.

But Yang Bicheng didn't move.

It's not that he didn't want to move, but that he couldn't move.

Under him, blood was already flowing all over the ground.

Although he jumped out of the bunker before the grenade exploded, only Yang Bicheng himself knew that the Japanese deputy shooter was a little worse, but he was not a fool after all, and his third grenade was finally not in vain.

A piece of grenade shrapnel was embedded in his back.

But this was not the main injury that made him lose his mobility. What really made him stay here was a bloody hole on his thigh, which was a masterpiece of the Japanese machine gun. The caliber of the 6.5mm bullet is not large, but the damage value is full.

The most terrifying thing about a wound as big as a small wine glass is not the piercing pain and loss of mobility, but the instantaneous large amount of blood loss can quickly take a person's life.

The grenade exploded just six or seven meters away, and the bullets were pouring down and the surrounding gravel flew everywhere. Yang Bicheng, who was forced to curl up behind the temporary shelter after firing a shot, tore open his pants with all his strength, tied his thighs tightly, and tied a hemostatic pack tightly. He shook his head, which was a little dizzy due to the sudden large amount of blood loss, and tried to look down the mountain.

Only Potato's semi-automatic rifle was firing on the position. Although the submachine gun of the squad leader Lao Suanpan had fierce firepower, a large number of magazines had to be reloaded with bullets because they were empty, resulting in a short-term firepower vacuum.

The Japanese army was getting closer and closer to the position, and even Yang Bicheng could see the ferocious eyebrows under their helmets.

The three light machine guns of the Japanese army, whose two main shooters had been killed, were still roaring, and the two grenade launchers were still firing. Although they were being held back by him now, once the Japanese army approached the 20-meter distance where grenades could be thrown upwards, even if his brothers in heaven from the old Yang family gave him all their support, and his marksmanship was as good as gods, and every bullet did not miss, he could only kill ten people at most. The remaining seven or eight Japanese soldiers would be the death of everyone.

After all, someone had to die first!

The figure of his cousin walking out of the queue and toward the cab of the truck appeared in his mind again, and a glimmer of crystal flashed in the eyes of the once cowardly young man.

Finally, he could catch up with his brother's back, and when he met his brother on that road, he could say to him: "Brother, I didn't embarrass you guys."

The only regret was that no one would take care of them in their old age, including his uncles, aunts, and parents. The glimmer in Yang Bicheng's eyes slid down, flowed down his cheeks to the corners of his mouth, and it tasted salty, a bit like the taste of the blood he shed when he carried his brother's body.

The eyes that had just remembered his parents were a little soft, but they became firm.

"Squad leader, remember to record for me, and see how many I can kill." Yang Bicheng roared, put his gun on the stone, and aimed his eyes at the scope.

When three machine guns were sweeping at his combat position, this accurate shooter who had always been lurking and shooting coldly chose to confront them head-on, facing three machine guns.

There was no time, no time for the position he had to defend, and no time for him whose body was gradually weakening due to continuous bleeding.

What he could do now was to see who killed who first, whether he was hit by the machine gun bullet first, or he shot the enemy's head with one shot.

Just like the duel between ancient European knights, if death is inevitable, then they must die on the way to the charge, and before they die, they must insert the sharp tip of the spear into the enemy's chest.

Perhaps, the accurate shooter is not as powerful as the king of the forest whose roar makes all beasts weak. The soldier lying on the hill is more like a lone wolf guarding his companions. Facing the powerful enemies around him, he still bared his bloodshot fangs.

At that moment, the accurate shooter seemed to have forgotten the bullets flying by his ears. A bullet even passed by the sideburns that were not covered by his helmet. His earlobe felt the heat of the metal bullet, and the smell of burnt hair came from his nose.

Death seemed to be a matter of the next moment, and the hideous face of the god of death seemed to be imminent.

But all this could not stop the accurate shooter from moving his body, looking into the sight, putting the head of the Japanese machine gunner into the sight, and pulling the trigger.

His eyes were brighter than ever, and his hands were more stable than ever.

One shot, one person dead.

Two shots, the machine gun stopped.

Blood flowers bloomed in the valley, and at the same time, they bloomed on Yang Bicheng's body.

The 6.5mm bullet swept his arm, blasting flesh and blood, revealing white bone stumps.

As if it was not his own body, the precision shooter was like a sculpture being dismantled, still motionless.

One arm could not move, so he clamped the butt of the gun with his cheek and shoulder socket, moving the muzzle. The only good arm pulled the bolt with difficulty, turned to the next target, and fired again firmly.

Five consecutive shots emptied Yang Bicheng's magazine.

The three Japanese machine guns all misfired, and all four shooters died. The only deputy shooter did not die, but fled. Before Yang Bicheng aimed at him, he dropped the machine gun and fled, madly fleeing to the mountains and forests behind him, leaving his companions behind.

He had never seen such a crazy infantry, who dared to face the three machine guns and their shooting, and killed four people in a row.

Five shots, four people!

What frightened the Japanese was not only the extremely accurate shooting skills, but also, would he not die? Three machine guns fired at least 60 bullets during the shooting. How did he avoid the bullets?

60 bullets! Even if only one tenth of them hit, that would be 6 bullets. Could it be that the power of the Empire's 6.5mm caliber bullets was so unbearable?

But they had clearly tested it in the countryside of China. Not to mention people, even a strong buffalo would fall down after being shot several times.

But why, not only was the Chinese shooter still alive, but he also successfully shot and killed several of his companions.

At that moment, the Japanese shooter who gave up the dignity of the Imperial Japanese Army under the shadow of death had almost 100,000 questions in his mind.

He couldn't figure it out!

The distance of more than 200 meters made the Japanese shooter unable to see the opponent's appearance clearly. If he could see clearly, he wouldn't be so confused.

Their opponents couldn't avoid bullets either.

Or to be more precise, he didn't intend to avoid it.

At this time, the Chinese soldier was already a bloody man.

The Japanese army's estimate was not wrong. Not counting the shrapnel and penetrating wounds from the grenade that hit him earlier, Yang Bicheng was hit by four bullets in total.

He was hit in the head once, but the rounded corner of the helmet fortunately helped him to deflect the bullet, leaving only a deep bullet mark on the helmet. The looser hatband provided enough buffer to protect the cervical vertebrae, leaving only the dizziness caused by the violent impact, which was undoubtedly the lightest injury.

He was hit in the left arm once, and the kinetic energy of the 6.5mm bullet broke the arm bone and exposed the white bone stubble, which could only be considered a serious injury, at least it would not cause death in a short time.

But the two blood holes on the right chest showed that if the bleeding was not stopped quickly, even if the aorta was not hit, the bleeding alone could kill him.

After firing all the bullets in the gun chamber, the severe pain from the whole body made Yang Bicheng, who could hardly see anything, vaguely hear the familiar roar of the Japanese light machine gun, exhaled fiercely, hugged the gun in his arms with one hand, and fell on his back with a limp.

"Chengzi! Where are you, you son of a bitch? Hurry up and get up here." The roar of the old abacus sounded on the battlefield, and the sound of the MP28 submachine gun roared again.

The familiar sound of the Liao-made 13-bolt rifle no longer sounded like before, which made the old soldier panic.

'Squad leader! I'm sorry, I can't attend your wedding, but I can still afford the red envelopes for the children. If possible, my pension and bonus should be enough, no matter how many children you can have...

Aunt, Xiao Chengzi was wrong. I didn't fight to protect you at that time, but now, I will take the lives of ten little devils and Xiao Chengzi's life to make amends for you. Don't cry, please smile in front of my grave, let me see your beauty again! '

Lifting his face to the sky, Yang Bicheng, who felt that the eyes were getting darker and darker, showed a relieved smile on his face.

No one knew that for so many years, the nightmare of that day had never disappeared from his life.

But now, he finally redeemed himself with his own life and the lives of the devils.

Unexpectedly, death could be so beautiful.

Perhaps, all his previous bravery was waiting for this day!