Rise From Eight Hundred
Chapter 837 Rookie Team!
Captain Utsunomiya took a telescope and carefully searched the situation in the dense grass on the other side of the river in front of him.
Behind him, there were two infantry squads with nearly 90 officers and soldiers.
Although Lieutenant Utsunomiya, who was specially assigned by the regiment headquarters and led two infantry squads as the leader of the pioneer reconnaissance team, had been in the regiment headquarters for half a year as a staff officer, he was by no means a rookie in commanding front-line troops.
It has been five years since he graduated from the NCO school. He has been in the front-line troops as the deputy captain of the squad since the trainee second lieutenant period. He has since served as the second lieutenant captain of the squad and the deputy lieutenant captain of the infantry squadron. He was promoted to captain two months after the outbreak of the war. Because there was no suitable position for the time being, he was transferred to the regiment headquarters as a captain's staff officer.
This time, he finally had the opportunity to return to the front-line troops. Although it was only temporary, Utsunomiya also firmly believed that he could complete the tasks assigned by the regiment commander excellently and become a formal infantry squadron captain.
This should also be an assessment of him by the regiment commander!
Therefore, Captain Utsunomiya attached great importance to this mission and was cautious.
The map showed that the river in front of him was called the Mi River, which was a tributary of the Yellow River. The river was about 50 meters wide. When the water was sufficient, it was a big river. However, it might be because it was the dry season in winter. A few scouts had just gone to explore and found that the water was only waist-deep. It was easy to cross the river by taking off clothes and holding clothes.
Although the regiment headquarters gave him this field radio of the squadron-level scout search team as an exception, Utsunomiya did not dare to be careless because he was 15 kilometers away from the main force. Even though he had looked at the grass on the opposite bank of the river for at least 10 minutes through the telescope, he did not issue the order to cross the river.
In fact, if there were Chinese in the grass on the opposite side, it would be too threatening to him and his subordinates.
The division had completely conquered Xinxiang, but this did not mean that the Yellow River section from Xinxiang to Zhengzhou was completely safe. There were still Chinese troops resisting within a range of nearly 100 kilometers on this road, but it was difficult for them to maintain a complete defense line. They basically fought on their own and fought and ran.
This is why the 2nd Infantry Regiment dared to go deep into the enemy's territory alone, but that was the confidence of the Infantry Regiment. The Infantry Regiment had infantry artillery and mountain artillery. Even if the Chinese had an infantry division, they would not pose much threat to them. But for Utsunomiya and his more than 90 infantrymen who were only equipped with light weapons, if an infantry battalion with light and heavy rifles or mortars came, they would really be in trouble.
But he had to cross it. The Bi River was only 20 kilometers away from the Yellow River. If he had not found the trace of the Four-Line Regiment in this area, the commander's tactic of trying to find the Four-Line Regiment and hold it back would be completely in vain.
The telescope was still very calm until a group of ragged Chinese people with old and young children appeared, and Utsunomiya's eyes lit up.
The soldier's instinctive intuition made him a little uneasy about crossing the river, but if he could cut the grass first, could he scare the snake out?
The so-called cutting the grass, of course, was not to shoot the grass meaninglessly, but the group of Chinese refugees were.
In fact, Utsunomiya was very disdainful of his colleagues' low taste of using ordinary Chinese as targets for fun. The bullets of the Empire should not be used as a product of emotional venting, and should not be wasted on those lowly Chinese.
But if shooting a few useless Chinese can ensure his own safety, Utsunomiya is still happy to see it happen.
The Japanese Army Captain who had a lot of dealings with the Chinese army knew very well a characteristic of the Chinese. They have a strong ethnic concept. Maybe they can rob or kill ordinary people for their own selfish desires, but if the Empire shoots Chinese civilians in front of them, they will not tolerate it.
Moreover, he will shoot them one by one. He believes that no soldier can tolerate this phenomenon.
Waving to the back, a Japanese sergeant hurriedly crawled over.
"Sergeant Miyamoto, didn't you say that your shooting skills are very good?" Utsunomiya's mouth curved a trace of cruelty. "Do you see the group of Chinese more than 200 meters away? Don't use grenade launchers, just use rifles. Don't let any of them run away. Can you do it?"
"Hi! I will definitely live up to Captain Uto's trust!" The Japanese sergeant's eyes were filled with cruelty, and he roared in agreement.
The shooting distance of more than 200 meters is too easy for a Japanese veteran who has been in the army for more than six years.
Moreover, the psychological quality of these Chinese refugees is not ordinary. After the gunshot, they did not lie down and hide on the spot, but ran around like a group of headless flies. He could just shoot them one by one in the wilderness like hunting rabbits in the wild fields of his hometown.
This is not the first time he has done this. In a bare wheat field in a village in North China, he alone shot five magazines and killed at least 20 Chinese, including a child who was blocked by his parents. The feeling of a bullet passing through the abdomen of an adult and then exploding the little head is too wonderful.
It was at that time that Sergeant Taro Miyamoto got the nickname "Smiling Hunter" in the 1st Infantry Battalion of the 2nd Infantry Regiment, which was known throughout the battalion. That meant that he could easily hunt down Chinese people while chatting and laughing.
For the imperial officers and soldiers of the 14th Regiment, all Chinese were prey.
Miyamoto Taro, who received the mission, carried his Type 38 rifle with the Rising Sun Flag on the tip of the rifle, trotted with his back bent, and found a small mound with higher terrain, where he could have a clear view of the other side, preventing the frightened Chinese from hiding in the bushes and escaping.
Like a hunter hiding on a stone, his excellent vision prevented the rabbits running on the grassland from escaping from his gun.
Of course, as a veteran, he also considered whether there were Chinese soldiers hiding in the grass on the opposite river beach. He just quietly set up his rifle, and his head would never be exposed more than half.
This place is more than 100 meters away from the river beach, plus the width of the river, close to 200 meters away. Unless there is a top-level sharpshooter, no one can threaten him.
The crosshairs have locked on a Chinese old man. Although he didn't have a scope and couldn't see the facial expression of the Chinese old man, Taro Miyamoto could fully imagine the pain on the face of the Chinese old man. No matter who it was, carrying heavy bedding and walking such a long way from home, he must be very tired!
Alas, I am such a kind person, and I will use bullets to help him solve this pain! Miyamoto Taro's eyes flashed with cruel light, and he sighed slightly in his heart.
"Bang!"
A gunshot cut through the sky.
However, for Miyamoto Taro, it was a bit surprising.
He didn't seem to fire a gun, so where did the gunshot come from?
What's more terrible is, why was there a dark darkness in front of his eyes?
Not to mention the figure of the Chinese old man disappeared, even the river, the grass, everything that was in his vision just now, disappeared.
It seemed that the sky suddenly darkened.
There was not much time for this 'smiling hunter' with 'accurate' shooting skills to continue thinking, and his thoughts just stayed at this moment.
The night that belongs to him is destined to be indefinite.
His sky is dark, but for his colleagues, it is still the same.
However, after the gunshot, they were horrified to see that Miyamoto Taro, who was lying on the mound, began to twitch slightly in his legs, like a skinned toad.
That is the natural reaction of the human limb nerves after the brain nerves are completely destroyed, because the nerves that rely on neuronal signals to control muscles can no longer get feedback from the brain.
"Enemy attack!" It was not until then that Utsunomiya roared in horror.
Before the Japanese army, who were in hiding, could find the source of the trajectory, another gunshot was heard.
A light machine gunner who had just aimed the Taisho 10th light machine gun at the other side fell down with a scream.
He was shot in the neck, with a hole the size of a baby's fist on his neck, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
But the most painful thing for this light machine gunner was perhaps not the tearing of muscles after being shot, but the trachea was broken, and his lungs could no longer get fresh air.
He desperately covered his neck and exhaled heavily, like a fish thrown on the beach.
It didn't matter, some things don't work just by trying. For example, after the trachea was broken, when there were no professional tools to help.
Of course, if someone was willing to blow into his trachea that had been broken by the bullet, perhaps this fish that couldn't breathe could live a little longer.
Unfortunately, Utsunomiya was an extremely decisive commander. He didn't give himself and his subordinates the opportunity to make a difficult choice. He pulled out the Nambu 14 pistol and shot his subordinates who were rolling and wailing miserably with two consecutive shots.
The Type 14 Nambu pistol did not jam, and the light machine gunner became the second Japanese soldier to die in the Battle of the Bihe River.
But the enemy's gunfire did not stop.
Although each subsequent shot did not hit the human body, it was basically shot on the sand before the Japanese soldiers crawled and hid.
"Hide! Hide!" Utsunomiya roared while rolling and hiding in the temporary bunker that had been dug long ago.
He was secretly glad that his choice was correct. According to this shooting accuracy, if he rashly led two infantry squads across the river, there would be heavy casualties.
Although the grass was not yet cut, the snake was frightened out, resulting in the loss of a sergeant and a corporal, but compared with the greater loss, all this was acceptable.
"Everyone, lie down!" In the bushes, Mingxin bent over and ran all the way, roaring at the dozen Chinese civilians who were stunned by the gunfire.
He knew that his companions could only buy him five or six seconds at most. When the Japanese army reacted, the first wave of attacks would definitely target this group of civilians who accidentally broke into the battlefield.
Mingxin in the bushes was like a cheetah, or rather, a cheetah.
His instantaneous speed was definitely the peak of human beings. Perhaps even Fujiwara Zhanxiong could only express his amazement.
In less than four seconds, Mingxin crossed a distance of nearly 40 meters, picked up a little girl who had just cried, and knocked three or four adults into the bushes five or six meters away.
Until then, the crowd who were still standing there reacted, crying and lying on the ground, using their hands and feet to crawl desperately to the farther distance.
"Damn it! Kill those Chinese, kill them." Utsunomiya, who was hiding in the bunker, finally gritted his teeth and ordered at this time.
His plan of "startling the snake" was successful, but he lost two people, while the Chinese suffered no losses. How could the Imperial Japanese Army save its face?
The Chinese who were shooting were hiding in the bushes and it was difficult to find their traces, but the group of Chinese civilians were obviously not the target. Shooting them could both vent their anger and make the Chinese soldiers angry.
Once a person is angry, he will lose his calmness and judgment, and he can win this battle at a lower cost.
Captain Utsunomiya's logic was actually very clear.
The Japanese infantry began to fire at that area, and even light machine guns and grenade launchers joined in, blowing up the area with smoke.
Utsunomiya's plan was successful. The Chinese soldier hiding in the bush fired again and killed a private who raised his body too high.
But that finally exposed his relatively deep hiding position.
At least seven or eight people under Utsunomiya did not participate in the attack. They kept paying close attention to the bushes opposite. The smoke rising with the gunshots finally allowed them to lock the position of the Chinese gunner.
The only thing that puzzled them was that there was only one place, but it had the firepower density of an infantry squad.
However, there was not much time for them to think on the battlefield. The two grenade launcher groups, two light machine guns and two infantry squads that had been sitting still opened fire crazily and poured firepower over.
After a burst of gunpowder, the Chinese gunner on the opposite side was indeed silent.
Did he kill him?
Before Utsunomiya could breathe a sigh of relief, a series of gunshots rang out again. The dense and accurate firepower hit a light machine gun firepower point and made it dusty.
No need to look, the heart-wrenching screams proved that the Chinese succeeded again.
"Damn it! Gather firepower, kill him, kill him!" Utsunomiya's eyes were full of ferocious blood, and his roar even overwhelmed the fierce gunfire.
In fact, he didn't need to say it, the nervous Japanese army had already started to fight back.
Then, the gunfire from the opposite side disappeared again.
Then, the exact same scene happened again.
The Japanese army that stopped shooting and was still observing was attacked again.
"Baga! There is only one Chinese?" Utsunomiya's blood-red eyes almost jumped out and patrolled around the river bank and then fell on his feet.
There was only one Chinese who dared to attack nearly a hundred of him, and a hundred of them were equipped with light machine guns and grenade launchers. This was really unbelievable.
But whether he was willing to admit it or not, this was true. He killed at least four of his people, and it was in the exchange of fire.
If that stubborn gunshot sounded again, it would prove that he had been completely defeated.
Unfortunately, the gunshot sounded again.
"Baga! Attack with all your strength!" Utsunomiya drew out his command knife and temporarily gave up the pursuit of the insignificant Chinese civilians.
Dozens of rifles, four light machine guns and six grenade launchers blew up the smoke that had just risen from the opposite bank and the surrounding area of 500 meters.
Mingxin was finally able to lead a dozen Chinese civilians to crawl 200 meters away from the river bank.
Putting the crying little girl in his arms to her mother, Mingxin looked back at the grass that was bombed into a mess 200 meters away, and his eyes flashed with sincere admiration.
That was his partner, a guy with an ordinary appearance. Unexpectedly, he was not only brave enough, but also had a fighting power that exceeded his imagination.
Mingxin was not too disappointed that his strong companion became the protagonist of this battle. After all, this was a war dominated by hot weapons!
This was the conclusion Mingxin came to after becoming more and more familiar with the performance of various guns and artillery after joining the Four Lines Group.
Of course, Mingxin still believes in the great sword in his hand. Once the battle distance is shortened, it will be his stage...
Mingxin has joined the Four Lines Regiment for more than a month, but this is his first mission.
Although he is very strong, he is only a cold weapon after all, and now is the era of hot weapons, so his partner is not weak, it is Shen Laoliu who made a big splash in the competition with the 662nd Regiment.
Originally, that competition was just a 100-meter dead target. As a senior light machine gun shooter, Shen Laoliu held a semi-automatic rifle with a bolt design almost identical to that of a Czech light machine gun and shot 97 rings. It looked amazing, but it was still far from the standard of the special squadron that required the ability to hit a watermelon-sized target at 400 meters.
However, Gu Xishui had a keen eye for talent and insisted that Shen Laoliu had the potential to be a sniper or even a machine gun sniper.
This is a new idea proposed by Gu Xishui after the new weapons were equipped in the troops.
The special forces of the special squadron, except for a small number of them still equipped with single-shot rifles, will all be equipped with semi-automatic rifles.
This rifle, which has only half the bullets of the ZB-26 light machine gun and can be fired continuously by pulling the trigger, is called a "machine gun type" rifle by Gu Xishui, and its shooter is also a "machine gun type" sniper.
And this kind of sniper will become an important force in the special squadron.
Think about it! Niu Er's Mosin Ganna has a long enough range and is accurate enough, but the characteristics of a single-shot rifle determine that his firing rate is limited. If he also shoots 10 bullets, Niu Er's maximum firing rate will also take nearly 15 seconds to ensure a sufficient hit rate.
But the machine gun type sniper with a Czech semi-automatic rifle is different. The range may be slightly closer, but in less than 10 seconds, he can fire 10 bullets. If he can still maintain a sufficient hit rate, who will form a stronger suppression force on the front-line battlefield?
What's more, a top shooter like Niu Er would never be easily put on the front line to deal with small soldiers. His battlefield should be in a hidden place, shooting the most valuable targets of the enemy.
After running to Tang Dao and begging him, Shen Laoliu was transferred from the guard company to the special squadron half a month ago.
In the following shooting test, Shen Laoliu proved with his own results that when he became more and more familiar with the semi-automatic rifle, his shooting results were enough to amaze many veterans who had longer military service than him.
At the 662nd Regiment, he shot with a semi-automatic rifle for the first time, and scored 97 rings with one magazine at a distance of 100 meters; on the second day after he entered the special squadron, he shot 97 rings with one magazine at a distance of 200 meters, with no change; on the fifth day, he shot 97 rings with one magazine at a distance of 280 meters.
When Gu Xishui added a scope to his rifle, which was rare in the special squadron, he scored a poor score of 50 rings at 200 meters, because it was his first time shooting at a scope and he felt dizzy.
But after three days of adaptation, he shot continuously at 300 meters in ten seconds and hit 8 out of ten helmets, which almost meant that Shen Laoliu's shooting talent could also rank among the top three in the special group of the special squadron.
So, the awesome Laoliu was paired with Mingxin, who was known as the second in the regiment in cold weapon combat power, and a pair of "rookies" who were called the strongest but newest in the special squadron were just born.
They had been on the bank of the Bi River for a day and a night, and they did wait for the Japanese reconnaissance vanguard, but what the two did not expect was that the Japanese reconnaissance team actually had 100 people.
Although both of them were skilled and courageous, they did not think that two people could deal with 100 Japanese devils. They planned to continue to lurk and kill a few of them while the Japanese crossed the river, and then call on the officers and soldiers of the special squadron and the cavalry within ten kilometers to kill them together.
But the Japanese were not kind, and actually aimed their guns at ordinary people who appeared unexpectedly.
Without much consideration, the two quickly reached a tacit understanding, Shen Laoliu was responsible for firepower containment, and Mingxin was responsible for taking the people away from the war zone.
Now, they have successfully completed their respective tasks, but next, they will face the crazy attack of nearly a hundred Japanese troops. It is not so easy to run.
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