Rise From Eight Hundred

On the battlefield, as long as you can avoid danger and save your life, you have to jump into it without hesitation, not to mention a bush full of thorns, or even a stinking manure pit.

Facing the bullets that are about to spurt, the well-trained and experienced Japanese infantrymen did a perfect job in this regard.

It's useless.

The Tang Dao destroyed their dream of crawling on the ground to avoid danger with just one mortar.

Because of the excitement of catching prey and in order to prevent the prey from slipping through the net, the Japanese army's formation is a little dense, with a Japanese soldier basically every one or two meters.

So, in the rush to avoid danger, their faces were almost touching their companions' fat buttocks.

This is really cool for a grenade with a fragmentation killing radius of 3 meters after the explosion.

With a "bang", three Japanese soldiers who were unfortunately hit by the shells waved their hands helplessly and flew into the air, then fell down. Their heavy bodies even knocked out some of their colleagues who were not hit by the shells.

"Baga, he's there, shoot." Because of the bunker, the Japanese Army lieutenant did not see the flames from the muzzle, but his ability could not be denied. From the sound of the shells coming out of the barrel, he accurately judged the approximate position and distance of the Tang sword.

It was on a hill about 100 meters away from them.

The Japanese army had strong tactical literacy. The infantrymen lying in the bushes quickly set up their guns, and a grenade launcher at the rear also fired flares towards the hill where the Tang sword was.

The hill was illuminated as if it were daytime, and the natural fortifications composed of several large stones in the dense forest vaguely appeared in the field of vision of the Japanese army, allowing them to determine the target.

The Type 38 rifle and crooked-handled machine gun opened fire quickly, and bullets immediately poured down towards Tang Dao's position, hitting the temporary stone bunker where Tang Dao was stunned, sparks and debris flew everywhere.

Faced with such dense and accurate rain of bullets, Tang Dao, who is not a god after all, had to bury his head in the bunker and dared not show his face.

"Zhao Rijun, on your left, Tanabejun, on your right, it would be best if you can catch him alive, if not, kill him!" The Japanese Army second lieutenant's face was ferocious and excited, and he ordered the two sergeants who were temporarily promoted to be squad leaders.

In his opinion, the Chinese who hid in the stone bunker and resisted stubbornly was actually very stupid. If he had relied on his strong skills and thrown away the heavy mortar, he might have disappeared without a trace in this wasteland.

But now, he can only rely on a not very solid bunker to fight stubbornly, and when the other two infantry squads go around from the left and right wings to completely surround him, no matter how sharp his artillery is or how accurate his shooting is, he is dead.

When he drags this man's body back, the brigade commander will definitely be happy! Thinking of it this way, it may not be a bad thing for this guy to attack.

Otherwise, he, the second lieutenant of the army, doesn't know when he will take a step forward, right? Especially with the dead ghost of Kosaka on his head.

However, at the moment when he had this judgment of the enemy and all kinds of strong ambitions, a trace of unspeakable fear emerged in the heart of the Japanese army second lieutenant.

The enemy was so brave that he dared to stroke the tiger whiskers of the 23rd Infantry Regiment alone, and was so strong that he carried a cannon by himself. Such a terrible enemy, let alone seeing it before, I have never thought about it, I can think of it, can't he think of it?

"Bang!" A gunshot.

The grenade launcher who had just fired the flare and was half-crouching in the standard posture to load the grenade fell to the ground.

The second lieutenant suddenly turned his head to look at the right wing, with horror in his eyes.

The shot did not come from the front, but from the right wing where he was, which was also located in the middle of the triangular hill.

At this moment, the second lieutenant finally knew why the terrible enemy did not run away but chose to defend there.

Because he was not alone, he had helpers here.

One shot could hit the grenade launcher hidden by the bushes. The bullet from 200 meters away was so accurate that it made people palpitate, but this was not the main reason why the Japanese second lieutenant's heart sank quickly.

He had three infantry squads under his command. Several so-called sharpshooters could not pose enough threat. The infantrymen with extremely high tactical literacy would surround and kill them in the wild in the form of multiple tactical groups.

Instead, there were still enemies, and they were equipped with machine guns, terrible heavy machine guns.

Two infantry squads were just forced to stand up under his order, and began to move towards the two wings with their backs bent, risking being bombarded. The sound of "Da Da Da" belonging to the MG34 sounded.

On the hill behind the Japanese army, the MG34 machine gun with simple sandbags on both sides was held horizontally by "Heizi", with one hand tightly holding the trigger, the butt of the gun pressed hard against the shoulder socket, and the belt of up to 200 rounds of bullets was held horizontally by "Heizi" with the other hand.

Without a deputy shooter, the main machine gun shooter from Shandong completed the long burst of extremely stable trajectory by himself.

In just three seconds, the MG34, which was shaking violently but was tightly controlled by the Shandong man, spewed nearly 60 bullets forward. The powerful arm controlled the impact point of the machine gun like a rifle. In these terrible three seconds, the Japanese army, whose formation was too dense, was directly knocked down by 60 machine gun bullets, more than 10 people.

A bloody storm.

The constant spurting of human blood even gave the late autumn night wind a slight fishy smell.

"Baga! Shoot!" The Japanese machine gunner who woke up quickly adjusted the muzzle and shot at the fire point that was spewing bright flames in the dark night.

However, not only the poor Taisho 11 machine gun with a firing rate of only 300 rounds per minute could only kneel down and sing "conquer" in front of the MG34 with a firing rate more than three times its rate, but also the machine gun bunker that "Kuroko" spent more than two hours to build alone was very concealed and solid.

The bullets hit the stone chips around the machine gun and splashed the dirt. Ordinary people might have buried their heads and hid, but it did not affect "Kuroko"'s focused shooting posture at all.

He didn't even blink.

Such a situation is only child's play for the Chinese heavy machine gun shooter who has experienced the Songhu battlefield and is known as the branch with the highest mortality rate.

In order to provide sufficient firepower support for the infantry in the front, he was forced to become a heavy machine gun shooter. Not only did he have to shoot against the Japanese light and heavy machine guns, but also the grenades and infantry guns that could fly at any time.

Death is normal!

Not dead, God has opened his eyes!

How could the Shandong man who miraculously survived the Battle of Songhu be afraid of two Type 99 light machine guns shooting at him?

One side has a high enough rate of fire, a shelter and a strong will, while the other side has nothing except will.

The result of such a shooting is obvious. In just ten seconds, the two stubborn Type 99 light machine guns were smashed into slag by the MG34, and the main and deputy shooters were both killed.

As the military experts after the war commented on the many weapons equipped by the Japanese Army in the war, the tripod of the Taisho Tenth Light Machine Gun is 30 cm long and makes the machine gunners almost stand half upright, which is basically to kill them.

However, it is regrettable that in the north, the Chinese army seized this scum machine gun and regarded it as a treasure.

In fact, it is too difficult to supply equipment for fighting behind enemy lines.

Fortunately, it is not the case here, at least not in this dark night.

The four-man Tang Dao team beat the Japanese in terms of personnel quality and equipment, but the number of people was a little small.

However, this may be the first time in this time and space that a special team has fought against the regular army head-on.

The force comparison between the two sides is 4vs160, which is nearly 40 times the force comparison.

Who will have the last laugh?

In fact, the commanders of both sides were unsure.

The Tang Dao had prepared a retreat route and could be supported by cavalry at any time.

The Japanese Army lieutenant now did not know how many people the opponent had ambushed, and what was even more fatal was that the terrain they were in was too unfavorable.

It was right in the center of the opponent's triangular crossfire.