Chapter 518

"The Eighth Route Army is the Eighth Route Army!" Although the Maori Squadron Captain did not underestimate the Eighth Route Army, he scoffed at the position established by the Eighth Route Army in front of him. Although the trenches were long, they were too far apart. It seemed extremely difficult to defend such a position with more than 100 people. Do they think the guns in their hands were machine guns? The evacuation position too long would obviously make the limited firepower even more sparse. If it were not for the hostile relationship, the Maori Squadron Captain would have been willing to rush over and hold the officer in charge of this position and teach him a lesson, what is blocking the position?

The Maori Squadron Captain counted the figures on the front position. The report of the scout who was fighting for the forward was not filled with water. You could see a hundred figures lying on the position, as if they were nervously alert.

A standard Japanese squadron, including three squadrons of more than fifty people, and a squadron headquarters of about twenty people, has a full 180 people.

In terms of military strength, the Japanese squadron has an overwhelming advantage. The Maori squadron leader was confident that an imperial army was enough to deal with ten eighth Route Army units. The Anxi Brigade was not a mixed force in some places that lacked training and combat will. They were all regular main combat troops with advanced equipment and elite quality.

"Order the whole team! Start a full charge in five minutes!" The Maori Squadron Captain grinned and showed a contemptuous smile. When the opponent's imperfect position was not completed, he took his life while he was sick and launched a lightning charge with his superior strength. I am afraid that the opponent's commander would not have thought that the Imperial Army would launch such a strong attack.

This defensive position that may cause a little trouble to the Imperial Army was destroyed in front of the Imperial Army's bayonet, and this was the idea that the Maori Squadron Captain fought.

Yes, give the other party a strong warning! Let the other party take a good look at the strength of the Imperial Army!

The charge position of the Japanese squadron was 600 meters away from the Eighth Route Army position ahead. Within five minutes, the charge reached the most suitable charge position, and launched an attack with the howl of the Maori squadron leader.

"attack!"

Several team leaders issued orders to charge!

A bayonet flashed suddenly in front of the Eighth Route Army's position under the sun, breaking the horrific atmosphere between the two sides.

A piece of yellow and scorched Japanese soldiers exuded a shocking murderous aura, holding the Type 38 rifle, shouting, and rushing towards the Eighth Route Army's position ahead. Even the light machine gunner raised his crooked handgun and charged while firing, and rushed towards the position ahead with a sharp whistle warhead.

The Japanese soldiers did not take this group of Tujiao Route Army seriously. The distance of 600 meters was only two minutes, which was enough for them to penetrate into the opponent's position with lightning speed, and use their military strength to divide and surround the enemy, so that the Tujiao Route Army could learn about the sharp bayonets of the imperial army and what war was.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong!

A sudden terrifying and heavy voice completely interrupted the thoughts of the Maori Squadron Captain.

On the Eighth Route Army positions ahead, gun flames were constantly shining in several sparse defensive trenches, like stars shining in the sky, with fierce machine gun fire points everywhere. The red trajectory radiates the charge of the Japanese squadron, plowing out a bloody storm.

The Japanese soldiers who had just launched a charge were rolling in despair and struggling in the dense rain of bullets, struggling with death, and howled the rain of bullets was like a giant sickle harvesting straw, knocking down the Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese machine gunners rushing in the team were torn into meat by dense barrage at the first time. Before the heavy machine gunners of the Japanese squadron even held fire a few times, they were completely submerged in dust columns that kept splashing into the sky. The fire point of the Japanese machine gun that covered the charge was repeatedly plowed.

"Machine gun position!~~~~" The Maori squadron leader who was waving a shiny samurai sword behind the team moaned in pain and despair.

I never imagined that the firearm could achieve such a terrible lethality that was exerted in such a dense state. I was simply trapped in Shura Hell at once.

Although it was the hot summer, the Maori Squadron Captain's heart was no longer as full of confidence as dozens of seconds ago, as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar and cold pool, and his heart was full of ice and coldness.

This is the Eighth Route Army? No, no, it is impossible. Such fierce firepower cannot even be possessed by the Chinese national army. There are at least thirty light and heavy machine guns in front of us, and they are even so luxurious that they don’t even have a rifle. It is purely to take lives and the extremely fierce machine gun formation. Even the Japanese main combat division dares to set up such a luxurious lineup.

Could it be that Americans, Germans, or Soviets are coming?!

Thirty seconds seemed to be the line of life and death between the world and hell. The second hand on the clock only walked half a circle, and a Japanese squadron was completely destroyed. Except for the soldiers who returned to the brigade to report the enemy situation by the Maori squadron leader, there was no living thing. Even so, the Japanese soldiers who rushed to the front did not even touch the edge of the Eighth Route Army position. In extremely aggrieved, only half of the corpse was left with blood on a scorched earth.

A large area of ​​shocking and terrifying eyebrows were left in front of the position.

The Maori Squadron Captain died, but not in the battle. When he was the only one left in the squadron, he committed suicide by cesarean section. Although he was not qualified to have a caesarean section, the samurai's self-esteem made him no longer have the face to go back to face Colonel Anxi's blue face, and wiped the samurai sword that had just been used as a supervising battle. He made a cross in his belly and stirred hard, and then twitched.

The Maori Squadron Captain died just like this, and he was still full of grudges and revenge. I am afraid that since the Japanese invasion of China, he has never seen any unit that could be extravagant to form a machine gun position and attack the enemy. Any unexpected consequences would have irreversible consequences.

Maori did not give the Eighth Route Army a warning, but instead gave the Eighth Route Army a warning that the Anxi Brigade had zero casualties and the other party was destroyed.

Amid the sound of crisp shells colliding around, Fan Guowen pulled Maxim's heavy water-cooling gun barrel and blew the choking smoke, and smiled and said, "Ha! It seems that I am still a sword that is not old! I have not had any hand!"

The machine gunners at various firepower points in the nearby trenches were also proud and exclaimed. Dozens of light and heavy machine guns fired together. This lineup! This momentum! It is not only described as spectacular. The Japanese soldiers who were rolling in front had no power to fight back. They were all knocked down like slaughtering chickens. In the past, they were not as quick and easy as they are now.

"Stop, stop! You bastards! You bastards! Prodigal sons!" The company commander Kang Yang, who had been out of the hospital, took the morale of the first company and pulled the machine gunners at each firepower point away from each light and heavy machine gun.

The first company was responsible for escorting ammunition, but unexpectedly, the fifth company commander Fan Guowen incited the machine gunners of each company to test the firepower with the Japanese soldiers appearing in front of the position. The unprecedented fierceness of firepower made both the enemy's many sides open their eyes. These damn machine gunners were so happy that they were enjoying it, but the ammunition consumption during the period was astonishing. In dozens of seconds, the ammunition was enough to be dozens of times that of the Japanese soldiers. The dozens of boxes of bullets transported by the company were considered useless.

Thinking about the dozen boxes of bullets that evaporated in the air, the Japanese army that fell in front of the position was not worth mentioning. The first company commander Kang Yang felt distressed for the ammunition consumed. He ignored the presence of other soldiers and pointed at Fan Guowen and cursed: "The surname is Fan, your dog is also learning bad things, right?! Are you wasting ammunition like this?! You can't fight for bayonets and save some bullets?! You have to use your strength so much!"

Fan Guowen, who was born and raised in the United States with abundant material resources, naturally would not understand the mood of the company commander who had survived the hard struggle with only ten ammunition bases in each battle since the Red Army era.

"Isn't this good?! Isn't it just to spend more ammunition, and at worst, it's just to produce some more. We haven't been hurt by half, and we can destroy the enemy in just two seconds!" Fan Guowen was still quite proud of his record, and he didn't understand the old face of the company commander getting greener and greener.

Fan Guowen's words suddenly resonated with many machine gunners and were indifferent to them. As the old Eighth Route Regiment's professional firepower suppression, Fan Guowen has always been the object of admiration among the machine gunners and sharpshooters of the 12th District Team. The machine gunners should pull enough firepower and ammunition to sweep at the enemy group. They suffer from the restrictions of rationing and discipline in daily battles. Unless they encounter dangerous situations in which there are many enemies and fewer people and chokes with the enemy, most of the time, the machine gunners can only shoot weakly like big roosters strangled, and rarely have the opportunity to shoot and shoot continuously.

Today, when the fifth company commander was incited, his ears were filled with deafening gunshots and shaking stocks, which made the extremely rare collective blood boil among these machine gunners. They stroked the still-heating gun body. The machine gunners were still unsatisfied, and the machine guns were all brave and brave.

Kang Yang, the first company commander who has always been unfamiliar with words, could only point to Fan Guowen and repeat: "You, you prodigal son! prodigal son!" A few days ago, the fourth company commander Li Wei consumed more than a dozen kilograms of explosives in a few minutes like setting off fireworks, which made the first company commander who was in the sight of the area team thrust his stomach. Just now, the fifth company commander did not blink, but just for a squadron of destruction, he encouraged the machine gunners to waste dozens of boxes of ammunition. The Fan surnamed did not feel sorry at all. How could Kang Yang bear it?

Usually, the fifth company commander Fan Guowen has always been very close to the fourth company commander Li Wei. The fourth company commander Li Wei used to be arson, but he has always been a big shot. Fan Guowen actually learned bad things, and he didn't feel bad about his son. This made the first company commander Kang Yang very angry. Finally, he said angrily: "You will be able to stay away from the fourth company commander, and be careful to suffer." He blamed all the responsibility on the fourth company commander Li Wei, and brought a good returnee young man to pieces.
Chapter completed!