War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 43: Inspiring people to shoot with the muzzle of a gun! (Thanks to 'Endless Fire Domain Canshang' for the reward)
kill!

The shout of killing was so loud that it shook the earth, but it was not just the Japanese who were shocked.

On the ridge, the men holding Hanyang-made rifles heard the voice and all looked at their superiors, their eyes filled with desire for battle.

"Fuck you!"

The battalion commander stood up on the ridge, pointed at the smoke below the mountain and said, "It's superfluous for me to say any more nonsense at this time. Kill the Japs below!"

After giving the order, the man beside him immediately stood up and shouted, "Kill!!!" and rushed down with the Hanyang-made rifle.

At this moment, the men on the ridge were walking with the wind under their feet, showing a kind of bravery that ordinary people could not understand.

On the hillside in the distance, students holding various guns shouted at the same time and looked at their teacher impulsively: "Teacher!"

They didn't make any requests, but the gaze in their eyes contained all the demands.

The teacher finally nodded, and then looked at each student with great loving care.

When a student saw the teacher's smile, he raised the old sleeve in his hand and shouted: "I'm sending my blood to Xuanyuan!"

"rush!!!"

boom!
Snapped!
Boo! !

Various gunshots were heard from all around the smoke, and Xu Chaoyang was stunned by the sudden gunshots.

He never thought that anyone would come to support him. Since returning to this land, all Xu Chaoyang saw was indifference and the humiliating unwillingness hidden in the deepest part of the soul, but no one released this emotion.

Xu Chaoyang thought that the Northeast of this era was not the Northeast of "After passing Shanhaiguan, I can't eat at anyone's house". He thought that people of this era would freeze their blood completely under the iron hoof of the Japanese invaders. He was even ready to fight alone, without talking about ideals or patriotism, and only using the most practical money and "relationships" to maintain a team...

However, he was still surprised to see that this group of people with poor equipment and irregular tactical movements fought like headless flies, rushing around without any purpose.

"Haozi, Liu Gen'er, suppress as many Type 38 rifles as possible that can hear the gunshots, and don't let them raise their heads!"

"Qu Yong, cooperate with me and shoot alternately to crush the pheasant's neck on the other side!"

"beat!!!"

Tutu, tutu, tutu, tutu, tutu…

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!

Bullets sprayed out from Xu Chaoyang's gun muzzle in irregular shooting trajectories. He was trying his best to suppress the most threatening firepower of the Japanese devils so as to create an opportunity for those people on the mountain to rush down.

"Brother, that pheasant neck hasn't opened its mouth for a long time, maybe..." Qu Yong fired to suppress all the gunfire within his sight, and turned back to say half a sentence, but this half sentence aroused Xu Chaoyang's anger: "Who the hell am I kidding you? This is a battlefield! There is no such thing as maybe on the battlefield!"

The bullet shot out into the smoke with all its might, passing through the half-man-high grass, and when the smoke and dust rose again at the machine gun position littered with corpses, there was already no Japanese soldier who could stand up on this machine gun position that Xu Chaoyang had used countless bullets to take care of. But even so, it could not be said that Xu Chaoyang's decision was wrong.

In the era of bolt-action rifle confrontation, machine guns are always the decisive force on the battlefield. They not only target the firepower of the Japanese, but also the confidence of the opponent!

Xu Chaoyang had to let these little devils know that as long as the weapons were of equal level, even if they were outnumbered, there were people on this land who would risk their lives to fight you! Even if the weapons were not equal, there were still people who would dare to do so!

"The Japs ran away!"

On the hill, Tong Meng pointed his finger at the distance and shouted. He saw a Japanese soldier holding a gun and walking backwards out of the smoke. He staggered and held up his helmet with his hand...

At this moment, Tong Meng's shouting was heard, and the group of students in the distance also rushed over with guns.

"kill!"

tom!
A puff of green smoke came out from an old musket about 20 meters away, and then the sound of a gunshot was heard from an old hunting rifle again - bang!

All the students holding guns concentrated their fire on a Japanese soldier who retreated from the smoke.

A Japanese soldier was shot four times and fell to the ground as bullets kept flying around him. At this moment, another gunshot was heard from the students' side.

Those who rushed down from the ridge were much stronger than the student soldiers. Even though they seemed extremely fast when they rushed down, few of them left the team due to their pauses on the way down the mountain. They just rushed into the smoke, moving forward and firing all the way.

If you look more carefully, you will find that this group of people are obviously more proficient in the use of firearms than the students. At least they don't shoot randomly on the battlefield. Usually, they hear gunshots in the smoke and then return fire towards the source of the gunfire.

"Tong Meng, disperse the smoke!"

Tong Meng, who still had five or six tin cans left in his bag, stopped using his flint to light the cotton wool. In the wilderness, without the support of new smoke bombs, the smoke and dust were blown away by gusts of cold wind. At that moment, Xu Chaoyang immediately shouted, "Be on full alert!"

He was afraid that there were Japanese soldiers hiding in dark corners who were not dead, so he suddenly shot arrows and caused casualties to his side when the battle was about to end. The quality that a soldier should have is that the more the battle is about to end, the more tense his spirit will be.

Pop, pop!

The Japanese's decent counterattacks were becoming less and less frequent, and when the people on the mountain and the students at the foot of the mountain began to gather on the hillside, the whole battle had entered the stage of cleaning up the battlefield.

In the end, only a small number of Japanese soldiers slipped down the hillside with their feet and escaped from this single-sided slope road.

As visibility increased, Xu Chaoyang fired another round of machine gun at all the Japanese corpses he could see in the area of ​​his sight. He did not stand up until all the bullets on the magazine were empty.

"Brother, good job!"

While his men were cleaning up the battlefield, a sturdy man walked up to Xu Chaoyang from the woods and said, "Just now I thought you were too reckless. If the Japanese threw one or two grenades in the smoke... how dangerous would that be?"

Xu Chaoyang pointed to the top of his head and asked, "How do you throw it?"

The forests in the northeast are different from those in the south. They are mainly gray, and the trees are of different heights, thicknesses, and distances. They also have branches that are like strange hands blocking the sky. In this environment, if you control the explosion time and choose to throw it high, once the branches are blocked in an environment with a lack of vision, it is hard to tell who will be killed by the explosion; how can you throw it up the hillside if you don't control the time accurately? If you don't control the time accurately, it will roll down the hillside...

The burly man smiled. He understood what Xu Chaoyang meant and deliberately avoided the question.

Just from this one question, Xu Chaoyang felt that the individual quality and discipline of the Japanese soldiers were, from the current perspective, far beyond that of this era.

　Thanks to 'Wuji Huoyu Canshang' for the reward. I am grateful to him. Thank you a thousand times.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)