Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Bayonets and Charges

 The dwarves in front are still some distance away from their temporary position. Logically speaking, they should continue shooting to consume more of the enemy's vitality before engaging the enemy in close combat.

　　Although it was not the best time to launch a counterattack, Makarov was naturally extremely anxious when he saw his instructor once again taking the lead in launching an attack.

He hurriedly threw the DP light machine gun in his hand next to the Yellow River, then shouted and picked up the Mosin Nagant with a four-edged bayonet and followed behind the instructor.

 “Hurrah!”

Even though the number of people is much smaller than that of the Japanese, our own momentum is not lost at all.

 The Japs' 38 cover is 128 centimeters in total length. With the bayonet installed, the total length is 166.3 centimeters. Even many Japs are not as tall as rifles. But the Mosin Nagant is longer than this 38-style spear. With a length of almost 1.78 meters, it is not afraid of any opponent's hand-to-hand combat.

  Every dwarf practices bayonet hard, but sometimes hard practice cannot make up for congenital defects. Facing the undernourished soldiers of the Republic of China, they could take advantage when fighting with bayonets, and even win with fewer soldiers.

 But at this moment, the shortcomings of their short stature were fully exposed in front of these Siberian men. Accompanied by the shouts of killing that reached into the sky, the soldiers of the transport team rushed towards the Japanese with bayonets and light machine guns.

The instructor was the first to engage the enemy. He had no fear in the face of the cold bayonets of the dwarves.

The engineer shovel held in his right hand was swung from bottom to top, not only blocking the Japanese soldier's bayonet thrust, but the huge force even made the Japanese lose his center of gravity. Seeing that the enemy was so vulnerable, the instructor showed a murderous smile and fired a few bullets from the TT33 pistol in his left hand without hesitation.

Finding that his colleagues were easily killed by the enemy, the Japanese who took over the position took a long-planned and hateful blow when the instructor had exhausted all his old strength and had not regenerated his new strength.

The original tactic of the transport team was to alternate covering operations in pairs, but the flag guard fell on the way to the charge.

But this attack still didn't work. Makarov behind the instructor had already rushed up.

At the critical moment when the bayonet was about to penetrate the instructor's body, Marklov's left hand holding the gun first exerted force, driving the gun head to move to the left to resist the Japanese bayonet. At the same time, his right hand followed closely and controlled the **** of the gun to move forward. Right movement.

 After a wave of operations, not only did the enemy's guns deflect away the enemy's guns to help the instructor clear the siege, but they also left the enemy with a wide open door. Then the four-edged bayonet stabbed back, piercing the dwarf's heart fiercely.

The rough and fierce bayonet came out of the body, and the knife pierced the Japanese heart directly.

 The four corners and four blood grooves brought great pain to the Japanese who was not yet dead. His body kept twitching and blood continuously poured out from the knife edge.

The dwarf used his last bit of strength to hold onto Makarov's gun, vomiting blood while speaking words that no one could understand.

But Makarov soon understood what this sentence meant, because a short and stocky Japanese soldier came to his left front. Just when he wanted to pull out his bayonet to engage the enemy, the bayonet was tightly clamped by the dwarf who was not dead.

The dwarf was still coughing up blood, but he showed a terrifying smile. He looked like an evil spirit trying to hold someone back before dying.

The stocky Japanese jumped up high when he was still more than two meters away from Makarov, pointing his bayonet directly at his chest. This kind of person who jumps and stabs without saying a word on the battlefield looks like a novice who has never been in actual combat.

Maybe he performed well on the training ground, but this kind of action left him with a large number of open doors and consumed his physical strength quickly. It can be said that there is no method at all.

If it was a one-on-one duel, Makarov was confident that he could kill him within five moves. But the weapon in his hand cannot be used for the time being. Now facing this kind of rookie, he has no choice but to give up the rifle in his hand and dodge first.

 Obviously this dwarf forgot that there was another person here. When he jumped up, the instructor rushed out from the side.

The engineer shovel in his hand hit the Japanese man's face heavily. The sharp shovel head instantly cut off a large piece of flesh on the man's face. The severe pain caused the dwarf to lose his fighting ability and half-knelt on the ground, screaming. It can be heard from a distance.

 The instructor kicked the Japanese soldier and spat at him. He looked at the enemy with disdain, and then fired a bullet and sent him to perform his loyalty and filial piety to the enemy.

 “Suka, what a rubbish!”

 The two people who were trying to relieve each other looked at each other and continued to attack the enemy.

Although the Japanese squadron has geographical advantages and firepower advantages, it must seek death on its own.

　　Obviously, after fighting the ambush battle step by step, they could return home with a full load, but they charged with the fiercest firepower and engaged in close combat with bayonets. This resulted in the transport team actually fighting back and forth with the Japanese for a while.

Seeing that the bear-like Makarov relied on his strength and cooperated with the people around him to kill several of his subordinates.

The squadron leader was even more furious. He led a few Japanese soldiers up to them and ordered them to do everything possible to create a one-on-one space.

This Japanese squadron leader is now filled with regret. He did not expect that the defeated generals of his fathers would be so strong. It's just that the transportation team's fighting will was no worse than theirs, and their weapons, equipment, and training level surprised him.

His own squadron suffered heavy losses. Even if all these enemies were captured, the best result would be no reward or punishment.

He was full of honor and samurai ethics, but now he just wanted to chop off the head of the big man in front of him to avenge his shame.

Makarov stared intently at the enemy commander holding a samurai sword in front of him, although he was not interested in the **** spirit that this group of dwarves believed in. But if you have the guts to come out and challenge him, you must have some real ability. He assumed an attacking posture, with his left foot one step ahead of his right foot, the toes facing forward, and the toes of his right foot facing the outside of the body. This stance is mainly to facilitate the use of force by both legs.

 This Siberian tough man looked at the Japanese who were still testing, and decided to attack first.

The pedaling force of his right foot and the push from his waist made him rush forward like a leopard, with his head arched and his back suddenly pushed forward with both arms.

But what Marklov didn't know was that the Japanese he faced came from a family of warriors, and he usually studied sword skills.

He saw the right moment, and with a flick of the katana, he actually opened Makarov's bayonet, and then the samurai sword pierced Makarov's facade like a poisonous snake.

Facing such a tricky knife, Makarov's pupils shrank and he hurriedly dodged. But the blade of the katana still cut through the clothes on his chest, and blood flowed from the narrow wound.

After the decisive blow was dodged, the Japanese squadron leader was not upset. Instead, he glanced at Makarov with interest.

This time it was the Japanese who took the initiative to attack, facing the katana slashed from the left. Makarov had an idea. He pulled back with his left hand and pushed forward with his right hand. At the same time, he exerted force on his waist to rotate his upper body, and quickly stepped forward with his right foot, allowing his whole body to bully the enemy.

 At the same time as he opened the katana, the **** of the gun hit the devil's head hard.

Makarov, who was famous for his strength, almost fainted with this blow. Just when the Japanese wanted to resist, the bayonet was inserted into his body.

 After dealing with this enemy, Makarov shouted excitedly and went to help his comrades with murderous intent.

 After discovering that the captain of his squadron was broken, the morale of the Japanese was greatly affected. But the Japs in this era can still exert considerable combat effectiveness even without the command of superiors.

Several squad leaders who had long wanted to fight with bayonets immediately ordered a change of tactics. The light and heavy machine guns maintained fire suppression, and the mortars and grenade launchers that had been silent for a while began to sound again.

 The soldiers of the transport team faced a surge in casualties from such fierce firepower, and they could only fight and retreat trying to get back to the vicinity of the truck.

Huang He looked at the blood and broken limbs everywhere. He saw with his own eyes that the comrade he had eaten with yesterday died in front of him. The **** and chaotic battlefield made him see the cruelty of war.

The trembling body slowly calmed down at this time.

 He quietly poked his head out and observed the situation on the battlefield.

 The soldiers of the transport team were severely wounded and killed by the enemy's light and heavy machine guns. If something was not done, few of them would be able to retreat.

 He took a deep breath and picked up the DP light machine gun that Makarov threw aside.

 As a normal man, he has a natural yearning for firearms. After traveling through time, he would feel refreshed from time to time.

But this was his first serious battle against the enemy. He suppressed the fear deep in his heart and held a light machine gun and fired at the enemy in the distance.

 Fortunately, the magazine capacity of this light machine gun is large enough. If it were to be replaced with another light machine gun, it would not be enough for him. Although he didn't kill the enemy, he did provide cover for Makarov and the others.

After using up more than thirty rounds of bullets in the magazine, he quickly retracted and replaced the magazine. A skilled secondary shooter would need about eight seconds to complete it, and it took him more than twenty seconds to do it for the first time.

At this time, he was extremely anxious. His comrades were within the range of the enemy's machine guns, and some were killed every second.

 He changed the direction and fired at the enemy, but the enemy was already prepared.

 At the same time as he pulled the trigger, an Arisaka rifle bullet hit him in the abdomen.

After being shot, Huang He was briefly distracted. He saw Makarov's grief-stricken face and the Japanese's arrogant expression. He endured the pain and shouted to vent his fear, while working hard to shoot bullets at the enemy's position.

Another bullet hit him in the left shoulder. This time he couldn't even hold the gun and fell heavily beside the truck.

Huang He felt the flow of blood, and pain filled his brain. He felt his body getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't keep his eyes open.

 At this time, he heard a familiar voice!

Didi Da Di -tick.

The loud assault horn sounded from the entrance of the canyon. Makarov immediately knew that reinforcements were coming when he heard the sound. He grabbed the bright flag from the flag bearer's hand and stopped retreating.

 “Davari, it's time to fight back! Ula!”

 The remnants of the Eighth Route Army and Makarov who came to support were like two sharp butcher knives, piercing the hearts of these beasts!

Asking for collection, asking for everything

 (End of this chapter)

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