Bright Sword: I built Italian cannons for Li Yunlong

Not long after, there was movement from the Japanese side again.

Their old rivals, the Yoshida squad, have been dispatched once again, targeting Lijiawa, on the edge of their base.

"These Japanese devils really think our Eighth Route Army is made of clay, they'll never stop."

"But you've come at the perfect time." Chen Chunsheng slammed his fist on the table, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. "This time, I'm going to use new bullets to teach these bastards a lesson."

The terrain of Lijiawa is more complex than that of Wangjiazhuang. It has a dry riverbed and gentle slopes covered with shrubs on both sides, which is very suitable for ambush.

Knowing this, the Japanese still dared to come, because they were certain that our weapons were inadequate.

In the past, due to the limited range, they had to ambush the Japanese soldiers very close, within 100 meters, to ensure effective kills.

This not only makes it easy to expose, but also makes it easy for the Japanese to counter with their superior firepower.

Since these little devils look down on people so much.

This time, Chen Chunsheng decided to try something different.

He secretly deployed the main force of the company in the bushes and natural rock crevices 300 to 350 meters away on the south bank of the riverbed.

This distance far exceeds the effective range of black powder bullets in the past, and is an ambush distance that was almost unimaginable before.

At the same time, he deliberately deployed a platoon of soldiers who were still using black powder bullets on the same side, about 100 meters away from the pre-set ambush area, and intentionally exposed some openings.

"Your mission," Chen Chunsheng instructed the deputy company commander, "is to use grenades and tobacco to harass the Japanese when they come in. Make a big commotion and create a thick cloud of smoke."

After a few rounds of fire, feign being suppressed and slowly retreat, luring the Japanese towards the riverbed. Remember, don't be afraid to waste black powder bullets; fire them as much as you can.

The deputy company commander immediately understood: "Got it! We're going to put on a big show for the Japanese."

They had just finished deploying their troops when the Japanese troops came into view.

"Damn, they came really fast. If we hadn't been so close, we really wouldn't have been able to put on this show for them."

"Fellow villagers, how's the evacuation going?"

"The evacuation is complete, but they haven't gone far yet. We must hold off these Japanese soldiers and buy time for our fellow villagers."

More than sixty Japanese soldiers, in battle formation, cautiously entered the Lijiawa area.

Lieutenant Yoshida held up his binoculars and carefully searched both banks of the riverbed.

"Lieutenant, there's movement on the south bank. It seems like Chinese soldiers are lying in ambush," a Japanese soldier reported.

Yoshida turned his binoculars and, sure enough, saw figures moving about in the bushes a hundred meters from the south bank; he could even see several old rifle barrels.

A sneer of contempt crept across his lips: "Those same old Eighth Route Army guerrillas using outdated ammunition again."

Pass on the order.

The first detachment provided frontal fire suppression, while the second detachment maneuvered from the left.

Maintain a distance of 200 meters and take them out with precise shooting. Be careful to conserve ammunition; their bullets won't hurt us.

"We absolutely cannot let them escape this time."

"Hai!"

The battle soon broke out.

The Eighth Route Army on the south bank opened fire "as scheduled." The gunfire was muffled, white smoke billowed, and grenades kicked up clouds of dust. It looked like a lively battle, but most of the bullets fell limply more than a hundred meters away.

The Japanese counterattack was precise and sharp, and quickly suppressed the firepower on the south bank.

Following orders, the deputy platoon leader withdrew after firing all the black powder bullets.

"The enemy is trying to escape." Seeing the Eighth Route Army on the south bank retreating in a "panic" manner, Lieutenant Yoshida became even more convinced of his judgment.

"Chase them! Chase them! Don't let them get away!"

Under Yoshida's command, the Japanese squad quickly advanced.

Overwhelmed by victory, he completely failed to notice that there were no hiding places on the riverbed.

Because of their previous success, the Japanese soldiers had formed a stereotype about them.

The Eighth Route Army's bullets were weak, short-ranged, and inaccurate. As long as the enemy maintained a sufficient distance, the Eighth Route Army's bullets were like pebbles thrown by a child.

In their view, at a distance of 250 meters, the Eighth Route Army's black powder bullets posed no threat at all.

However, they were completely unaware that when they stepped into the riverbed, they had already stepped into hell.

Three hundred meters away on the south bank of the river, behind a thicket of bushes, Chen Chunsheng lay prone on the cold ground, staring intently through the gaps at the tan figures that had left their cover and were pursuing them in skirmish lines.

He gripped the rifle, loaded with new bullets, tightly in his hand, his fingers resting steadily on the trigger guard, his breathing calm.

"Damn it, weren't you laughing so happily last time? Weren't you going to fly a kite?" he sneered inwardly.

Seeing that most of the Japanese soldiers had entered their optimal firing range, Chen Chunsheng took a deep breath and pulled the trigger sharply.

"beat!"

"Bang!"

Chen Chunsheng's roar rang out almost simultaneously with the gunshot.

The crisp gunshot rang out like a starting pistol. The Japanese soldier he aimed at fell dead instantly.

In an instant, a series of rapid gunshots erupted from the silent bushes and crevices on the south bank of the riverbed.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The bullets swept through the area like a storm, and the rifle on the south bank not only did not jam, but also produced no thick white smoke when fired.

Yoshida's team, who were confidently pursuing and preparing to stage another "kite-flying" scene, were instantly stunned.

"Damn it, where did this firepower come from?" Lieutenant Yoshida heard bullets whistling in his ears, and soldiers around him were screaming and falling down.

He was horrified to discover that the bullet had come from more than 300 meters away.

"Take cover! Find cover!" Yoshida yelled hoarsely.

But on the open, flat riverbed, apart from a few solitary rocks that couldn't even hide a person's backside, there was no shelter whatsoever.

At this point, they were nothing more than a group of moving live targets.

"Aim and fire, don't let any of them escape." Chen Chunsheng's voice cracked with excitement as he quickly pulled the bolt, aimed, and fired, his movements fluid and precise.

Looking at the Japanese soldiers who were just moments ago so arrogant, now they were running around like headless flies.

The riverbed was full of loose stones, making it difficult to walk. In the panic, Japanese soldiers kept falling to the ground.

That's good; the moving target has become a stationary target.

"You damn little devils, you dare laugh at me again!" an old soldier shouted excitedly as he fired his gun, his face flushed.

"Isn't it supposed to have a long range? Isn't it supposed to be a good shot? Come on! Let's have a shootout!" Another soldier simply knelt down and fired continuously at a Japanese soldier who was trying to retaliate with a grenade launcher until the other soldier stopped moving completely.

"Hahaha, did you see that machine gunner? He was so arrogant just now, why isn't he jumping around anymore?"

The soldiers' pent-up anger and humiliation, suppressed for too long, poured out at this moment along with the scorching bullets.

The range and accuracy advantages brought by the new bullets, coupled with carefully designed tactical traps, made the battlefield one-sided.

This was truly a thrilling "roll call" style shooting exercise.

The Japanese tried to retreat back to the riverbed, but Chen Chunsheng had already positioned two light machine guns along the retreat route.

Previously, the enemy had been scattered, so he had not given the order to fire. Now, as the Japanese soldiers retreated to the shore and tried to climb ashore, they were almost in a straight line.

"Fire!"