War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 66: Hit! Hit! Hit! (Thanks to 'book friend' for the reward)
"It's these grenadiers who are lazy again. When we came out, they were lazy in loading military supplies onto the vehicle..."

"Konosuke, can't you do something to contribute to this group?"

Ono, who was carrying an ammunition box, cursed as he walked, and kept roaring at the grenade group beside him who had empty hands.

Konosuke from the grenade group responded with a smile: "Ono-kun, everyone has their own responsibilities. Even on the battlefield, we are standing behind you..."

Da da da da da da da!

As the two were talking, gunfire suddenly broke out from a not-so-obvious mound on the top of the mountain. The bullets swept out a cross section as the crowd gathered.

Ono watched helplessly as Konosuke, who was originally hunchbacked, suddenly thrust his belly forward, and was pierced directly by bullets in the lower back, chest and shoulder, and a puff of blood mist splattered on his face.

Then, his companion who was carrying an ammunition box beside him had half of his head shattered by a bullet fired from the shaking muzzle of the gun. However, as the crowd gathered together, this round of machine gun fire killed four or five people in the floating cross-section of the bullet!
"Enemy attack!"

Bang!
The moment the ammunition box fell to the ground, Ono turned around and ran. When he rushed out beside other comrades, the bullets chased him on his heels, and he shouted these two words with his neck stretched.

Swish.

Ono leaped forward and hid under a tree. While rolling, he tried to reach out for the gun on his shoulder. He grabbed it but missed it. Then he saw that the gun was still rolling on the uneven ground not far in front of him.

boom!
boom!
Ono finally heard a sound of gunfire that was different from that of the Type 38 rifle, but the moment he raised his head, he saw gunfire coming from the hillside less than a hundred meters away.

He knew that the automatic machine gun should be the Czech type and the single-shot rifle should be the Liao 13 type, but no matter which of these two guns, it would be impossible for him to rush out at this distance and pick up the Type rifle!
"Little devil, I'll fuck your mother!"

Xiao Ye finally saw a figure. He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he saw that the man was throwing something down the mountain. As the number one person in the machine gun group, Xiao Ye could tell that the distance was only about 80 to 90 meters. Just when he thought he was completely safe, a smoking object slowly fell from a distance, hit the stone, and flew over the crowd towards his hiding place...

boom!
The thing fell in front of Ono's feet. It was an imitation of the Soviet-made grenade. Ono immediately opened his mouth, but the sound of the explosion replaced his shouting.

Under the chaotic airflow, Ono was blown into pieces like a corpse torn apart by five horses. His flying limbs became individual entities, and his entire body turned into a pool of minced meat and flew away.

"Enemy attack!"

"Find cover, quick!"

Yoshio Miyamoto raised his command knife and shouted. He never expected that this group of people could actually pull this off!
"Tong Meng, why the hell don't you start firing? Wait until the feast begins!"

Xu Chaoyang had used up all his Czech bullets, pulled out the magazine, turned around and threw it to Hua'er beside him, then climbed up the pile of earth in the bunker, picked up Hua'er's submachine gun, and turned around to curse.

Tong Meng was digging a hole with his eyes wide open, and without turning his head, he shouted: "Captain, the distance is too close, we can't fire a projectile!"

"Then you better fucking straighten it out for me!"

Xu Chaoyang was so busy cursing that he completely forgot that the thing in his hand was a gasoline barrel, not a cannon!

This thing can only be used after the explosive pack is pressed in front of the baffle and exploded. Once the distance is too close and the ejection angle is lost, the choice of pointing the muzzle downward and using the soil layer to release the chamber pressure must be reconsidered. This is something that has never been practiced in training.

Thanks to Tong Meng's cleverness, he ignored the gunshots and dug a hole on the mountain. He first dug a deep hole that could accommodate the oil cylinder, and then inserted the oil cylinder upside down into it and buried it. When everything was ready, he discovered a new problem. When the muzzle was facing downward, the installed explosive pack would slide down...

That is, it cannot be fixed.

At this time, Tong Meng's clever mind made him stand out. He instantly raised his head and looked at Liu Gener who had just retreated after throwing the grenade. He rushed over and hugged the other's legs, shouting like a psychopath: "Knife, knife!"

He reached out to pull out the leg fork from Liu Gener's foot, then rushed back to the oil drum and slowly carved a mark on the oil drum with a knife. After carving the not-quite-round circle, Tong Meng used the raised edge of the groove of the carving mark to finally jam the explosive pack. When he looked up again, his head was already covered with sweat...

"Tong Meng!"

"Are you fucking done yet?"

Da da da!
Da da da!
Xu Chaoyang emptied the full magazine of a submachine gun and was about to reach for another gun when he quickly lowered his head.

He saw it. He saw a few Japanese soldiers who had reacted and were holding Type 38 rifles and retreating towards the mountain in search of targets. Even Yu Minghao, who was lying not far away and shooting, failed to attract the attention of these Japanese soldiers. They turned their guns and aimed at him.

Snapped!
clap clap!

Three gunshots were heard, and Xu Chaoyang felt the dirt splashing twice as he lowered his head. That is to say, within a distance of 100 meters, the individual shooting accuracy of this group of Japanese soldiers was two hits out of three shots!
Xu Chaoyang didn't know whether this was the real strength of the Japanese or just luck due to the haste, but after those two bullets, when Xu Chaoyang looked up again, he saw Hua'er squatting in the trench with her mouth grinning and crying.

She was trembling slightly, grinning and murmuring in a crying voice: "I'm scared... I'm scared..." But her hand that was putting bullets into the magazine never stopped.

At that second, Xu Chaoyang's breath was trembling and his heartbeat was pounding against his chest. The Japanese soldiers who were shooting and retreating on the road in front of him completely suppressed the other people in the trenches with dozens of rifles. The constantly splashing mud and the branches and leaves that fell in the mountains and forests due to bullets were telling them what real war is.

"Brother! They are more accurate than us!"

Needless to say?
The close combat skills that Xu Chaoyang taught them do not require precision, but what happens when the two sides are nearly a hundred meters apart?

Is there still a need for precision?
What about mentality?

Even if you have clearly aimed, when the opponent's accurate shooting splashes mud on the trench, your heart will jump, and the only thing in your mind at this time is to pull the trigger quickly and then shrink back to avoid the bullet!

Then who else can be hit?
Don’t forget that the roots of this group of people are Fengtian Army, Fengtian Army!!

"Captain, I'm fine!"

Tong Meng's words finally gave Xu Chaoyang a glimmer of hope. At the same time, Hua'er, who was beside him, was leaning against the trench, with tears on her muddy face, but she still handed him a Czech magazine.

Click.

Xu Chaoyang took the magazine and tapped it twice on the gun before inserting it into the gun body. He shouted at Tong Meng, "Explode it for me!"

"Yu Minghao, lead the brothers in precision shooting!"

"I'll suppress it!"

"I just don't believe that with such a huge advantage, we can still be turned around by these bastards!"

Xu Chaoyang aimed at the middle section of the retreating Japanese soldiers and pulled the safety button. He wanted to use bullets to cut off the Japanese soldiers' retreat. He used the machine gun in his hand to fire a series of detonation shots, killing all the enemies in the explosion of the explosive packs!

chapped.

Tong Meng used a flint to light the fuse on the barrel, then squatted aside with his hands covering his ears, muttering: "Hit, hit, hit..."

　Thanks to brother 'book friend 20230224000114659' for the reward. Thank you very much. I am very grateful.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)