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Chapter 334, holding a machine gun suddenly
"Calm down! The more dangerous the moment, the more calm you should be. Worrying won't solve any problems."

Chuanjiu Lieutenant Zuo stabbed his command knife to the ground vigorously, and showed the qualities that a commander should have, being calm enough.

"Bring people, I want to know what the Eighth Route is, so that the first brigade didn't last for a quarter of an hour."

"Ah, yes." The chief of staff was also infected by him, regained some composure, and immediately called for the fleeing soldiers.

The first person who ran out immediately after seeing something bad was the second lieutenant from the headquarters of the first brigade. He was not tall and had short legs, but he was quick enough to run smartly.

Was called to Chuanjiu Zhongzuo for questioning, especially when asked how he lost the battle,
His flushed face, which was suffocated from running away, became redder and redder like a boiled prawn.

"Sir, it's not that the soldiers of the imperial army don't work hard, but that the Eighth Route Army is too powerful and despicable."

The second lieutenant said with a sad face: "The firepower of the Eighth Route Army is too fierce, and our captain believes that it is absolutely impossible to just defend the position.

So I decided to use the bayonet fighting method to mix with Tuba Road, so they would not be able to give full play to their firepower advantage, and the imperial army could also use our bayonet fighting skills. "

Chuanjiu Zhongzuo nodded slightly, which was a way to deal with it.

In the exchange of fire between his unit and the Eight Route Army, he also suffered from insufficient firepower.

Especially when the two sides approached within 200 meters, the eight-way submachine gun could be used, and the firepower density suddenly doubled, which brought huge pressure to the defense.

The imperial army equipped with Gails is really far behind the th Army.

After he goes back, he must make suggestions to his superiors to equip more light machine guns, and try to apply for a certain number of submachine guns.

Even if you cannot establish a firepower advantage, you must not be at a firepower disadvantage.

This time, he learned a profound lesson.

The formation of an idea, that is, in the blink of an eye, he said to the second lieutenant:
"Oh, go ahead."

"Originally, according to our plan, in the fight of bayonets, one imperial army can beat two.

The rest of us can at least withstand the attack of the two battalions of the Eighth Route and make them pay a heavy price. "

The second lieutenant's statement was also agreed by Lieutenant Chuanjiu. The bayonet fight is extremely bloody, and the will and courage of the soldiers are considered.

The soldiers of the imperial army all have a heart of serving the empire, and if they fight hard, they will definitely make the eight roads pay a heavy price.

What's more, in his opinion, the Eighth Route Army just took advantage of the weapons, and their combat quality was on par with the Imperial Army's, and their bayonet fighting courage and skills were definitely not as good as the Imperial Army's.

However, judging from the current results, it must have failed.

"What caused the failure?"

"It's because the eight ways are cheating and don't talk about martial arts."

The second lieutenant was crying, his eyes were full of anger: "They actually used submachine guns to deal with the imperial soldiers who were about to fight bayonets, and they didn't have the spirit of warriors at all.

By the time our people got mixed up with the Eighth Route Army and fought with bayonets, it was already less than one-third of us, and the result was..."

"Asshole." Chuanjiu Zhongzuo was extremely angry when he heard this, and slapped his thigh hard.

In the past, when the Eighth Route Army wanted to fight the Imperial Army with bayonets, the Imperial Army never said that they would use machine guns to deal with the Eighth Route Army.

Instead, he had the spirit of bushido, withdrawing the bullets in the gun chamber, and started a one-on-one stabbing battle with Eight Routes.

With Ba Lu's style like this, he simply doesn't talk about martial ethics.

Naturally, he would not say that the main reason why the Japanese army was so keen on bayonet fighting was because the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, the Central Army and other troops were not as good as they were in terms of physical fitness and bayonet fighting skills.

Fighting bayonets, they can also take advantage of it, so they are naturally very willing.

Curse to scold, Chuanjiu Zhongzuo was not overwhelmed by anger, he calmly weighed the pros and cons.

"The main force of the Eighth Route is chasing after us, and it is by no means something we can deal with at this time.

The only way today is to open up the passage ahead and break out.

Although the enemies in front of us are all automatic firepower, there are only a dozen of them, and each of us can drown them with a mouthful of saliva. "

Time is running out, this time, he will personally lead the team to attack.

After many times of consumption and setbacks, the second infantry brigade can only organize more than 200 troops.

This time and the last time, Zhongzuo Chuanjiu personally gave guidance and assigned tasks to each machine gun.

A machine gun stared at an enemy, suppressing fire and covering the infantry's attack.

That's pretty much the way it's used against bunkers.

"attack!"

The command knife swung forward, the machine gun stared at the enemy for cover fire, and the infantry charged directly.

The bullet whizzed past his scalp, Zhang Junrong shrank his head, and opened his mouth feeling helpless.

"You little devil of a dog day, it's so fucking disgusting."

The hat had been blown off, the scalp was scraped by a bullet, and the hair was scorched by rubbing, leaving a deep mark.

The bullet went down a little two centimeters, and his skull was lifted.

It wasn't the first time he was injured, he didn't care.

But being stared at by the devil's machine gun, there was nothing he could do.

The little devil rushed forward frantically, and if he rushed over, they would be finished.

A grenade fell not far away, and with an explosion, bursts of smoke and dust were set off.

"Team leader, I can't do it anymore, I can't hold it anymore."

The soldier yelled to die, but the movements of his hands were not slow.Unable to probe and shoot, I gave the little devil a gift with a grenade.

Pull out the safety, knock on the stone, and throw it over to the little devil with a backhand.

One grenade after another, each of them had dozens, enough to throw for a few minutes.

But obviously the enemy won't give them that much time.

"Don't wait, we will all die if we wait."

A grenade landed at Zhang Junrong's feet, he quickly grabbed it, and threw it out with his backhand.

The grenade exploded just a few meters away, almost killing him.

The second team leader held two slender lead wires in his hand, and at the other end were two precious S-shaped landmines, which were buried 50 meters away from the front of the position.

A landmine is worth a submachine gun, and the price is high.

Their special operations team only carried two of them, which had not been used before, and now they are used as a means of suppressing the bottom of the box.

When they run out, they have no other capital to come back.

Now, apparently the most dangerous moment has come, the leader of the second group pulled the lead wire with all his might.

Bang, bang, two explosions, one before the other.

Suddenly, two metal cylinders jumped out of the ground.

Seeing this scene, the Japanese soldiers subconsciously slowed down, staring at something that popped up suddenly, their brains came to a standstill.

"what is this?"

Most of them have heard that this weapon has caused a lot of losses to the friendly troops who marched to encircle and suppress.

But hearing and seeing are two different things, and it is difficult for the brain to react immediately.

"No, it's a landmine, get down!"

The cry came out, but it was too late.

The S-shaped landmine exploded in the air, like a goddess scattering flowers, ejecting hundreds of steel balls horizontally.

The Japanese soldiers who were close to each other instantly became a sieve, and the killing with a radius of 100 meters directly wiped out the two areas.

At a glance, those two places were sunken, looking extremely scary.

The entire battlefield suddenly fell into silence.

Everyone was shocked by this scene, and the fallen comrades in arms kept wailing.

The charging soldiers stopped, and the machine gunner forgot to pull the trigger.

Chuanjiu Zhongzuo blinked his eyes a few times, then rubbed them hard again, he even suspected that he was wrong.

how come?
Could this be Eight Route's secret weapon, the kind of mine that shoots steel balls?
The chief of staff squatting next to him had a face full of disbelief: "Oh my God, how could there be such a landmine?!"

He had heard of it before, but he didn't really believe it in his heart, thinking that others had exaggerated its power.

Witnessed it with his own eyes today, he just wants to say: "Exaggeration, no, it's not an exaggeration at all, this weapon is really terrible."

Victims were left in shock, as were the special operators who used the S-mines.

"I'll go, I almost affected Lao Tzu."

Zhang Junrong and the others only heard about the value and power of the landmines when they got them, but they lost contact with the headquarters afterwards, and it is not clear whether the power of the landmines is real.

And because the lead wires collected were not long enough, they were buried 50 meters in front of the position.

This not only failed to maximize the power of the mines, but also caused the sprayed steel balls to fly over their heads when they exploded.

Zhang Junrong rubbed the back of his head, feeling really unlucky that he was not killed by the devil's bullet, but was almost killed by the mine he detonated.

"Brothers, hit me hard."

Before the devil could get over it, he set up a crooked machine gun that had been repaired, and fired fiercely at the enemy.

Before an ammunition depot was finished, the crooked handle got stuck again.

"Fucking trash."

Zhang Junrong threw the gun away and immediately retracted his head.

The devil's fire suppression soon arrived, and the stones used as shelters were scattered with broken stones.

"attack!"

The Japanese soldiers shouted loudly, almost howling at the top of their lungs.

The infantry who charged didn't care about the large number of deaths in front of them. They gritted their teeth and continued their previous charge.

Zhang Junrong didn't even dare to poke his head out, so he could only throw the grenade out, while secretly feeling ruthless:
"Damn, I killed at least thirty of them today, even death is worth it."

He opened the wooden box at his feet, which was full of grenades.

It is absolutely not enough to pull a back when you are dying.

A box of grenades exploded, and if you want to pull the back, you have to pull a few more.

The special forces members are all the most elite fighters. At this point in the battle, there are only nine people left, and everyone is injured.

Suppressed by the firepower of the little devils, they couldn't use their abilities.

This is where they were buried.

But they don't care.

The devil's headquarters was destroyed by them, and the escape route was also blocked by them.

Now it is worth enough, if the main force can catch up and kill all the devils, then it will be a big profit.

Zhang Junrong put his thumb on the ring, waiting for the approach of the Japanese army, so that he could pull some people on his back.

But the left can't come, and the right can't come.

The little devil ran too slowly.

"Listen quickly, the sound of the submachine gun is our main force coming."

Zhang Junrong closed his eyes and listened: "Not only submachine guns, but also Czech machine guns and anti-aircraft machine guns are our main force."

A relieved smile appeared on his face, finally waiting.

Li Yunlong pursued all the way with a submachine gun in his arms, but it was a blast.

He once had an idea that if one day he was rich, he would give a machine gun to each soldier in the regiment, and it would be so pleasant to see the devils.

Although not all of them have been realized now, it can be regarded as one-fifth of them.

The dozen or so people who followed him had either submachine guns or light machine guns in their hands.

What chases the little devil is that there is no way to go to heaven and no way to go down to earth.

Want to turn around to block.

Often a Japanese soldier was targeted by seven or eight guns, and in less than a second, twenty or thirty bullets would turn him into a sieve.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers in pursuit didn't even have to stop, they just had to shoot while chasing and running.

Soon caught up with the escaped main force of the Japanese army.

These little devils were defeated by them once, and they were completely frightened.

Even if they tried their best to organize a counterattack, it would be a drop in the bucket.

Li Yunlong replaced it with a Czech machine gun to deal with those machine gun positions.

His skills have been honed over many years of war, and his short burst shots are accurate and ruthless, comparable to many years of machine gun veterans.

"The officers on the right are in command, beat me up, beat me hard."

No one can control the happy Captain Li, and the battlefield is extremely dangerous. The enemy's bullets will not recognize your identity.

The only thing that can be done is to eliminate the enemy as soon as possible, so that the leader will have no risk.

A company commander picked up the light machine gun, "Follow me, brothers."

Chuanjiu Zhongzuo sat on the ground, leaning on the command knife vigorously with both hands, so that his numb body would not fall down.

When Ba Lu caught up behind him, he knew he was going to die.

There is no chance of breaking through, and the weak force is completely unable to withstand a blow from all directions.

"Sir, that eight-way is coming to us."

"I know."

Chuanjiu Zhongzuo's eyes were full of the tragedy of the soldiers of the imperial army.

The firepower of the own machine gun was completely suppressed. With the cover in the soldier's hand, the gun bolt had to be pulled once to pull the trigger, and there were only five bullets in the magazine.

Even the most proficient veterans in this field are still limited by the flaws of firearms, and cannot shoot more bullets in a short period of time.

As a result, he was suppressed by eight-way machine guns and submachine guns, and soon he was killed in pieces.

He said to the second lieutenant who reported to him: "You can escape from the headquarters of the first brigade, which shows that you have some skills."

The second lieutenant was about to explain, Chuanjiu Zhongzuo waved his hand: "Listen to me, escape, live, and tell the general what happened here.

To deal with the Eighth Route Army, the army should be equipped with more machine guns, as well as submachine guns.

We must not be overwhelmed by the Eight Routes in terms of firepower, otherwise it will be even more difficult to eliminate them. "

These are the lessons he summed up, acquired with a lot of sacrifice.

I only hope that the latecomers will not take the wrong path they took when dealing with this eight-way.

The second lieutenant stared blankly at Lieutenant Chuanjiu, and he heard an ominous sound.

"Do you understand?" Chuanjiu Zhongzuo stared at him.

"Yes, sir." The second lieutenant suddenly understood that the lieutenant commander had already developed a will to die.

Waving the people away, Sakai Nakazuo waited quietly, the speed of Balu didn't disappoint him, and he quickly hit him in front of him.

He shouted in Chinese with a strong accent: "Don't shoot, I have something to say."

(End of this chapter)