Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 1039

Several young men of the Yang family have died in the battle. Perhaps no one thought before they died that their cowardly younger brother who survived to the end would become the protagonist of a battlefield.

The history of the Four Lines regiment's battles has indeed recorded at considerable length such a small battlefield with only 50 people in total. Because of its brutality, it definitely ranks among the top ten of the hundreds of battlefields that the Four Lines Group has experienced since its birth.

From the moment the figure of the first Japanese soldier jumped out, Yang Bicheng's finger was already ready to pull the trigger.

But, he held it back forcibly.

He is betting on human nature, the Japanese people's humanity.

Tang Tuanzuo once said when giving a lecture in the precision shooter training class that to be a good sniper, you must not only have the precise shooting skills that can only be achieved through hard training, but also need to keep a calm mind at all times. It's not about how well you can observe the environment, terrain and camouflage. The most important thing is that you have to learn to know what your enemy is thinking.

Mind arithmetic! When masters of the same level compete with each other, the one who laughs in the end will definitely not be the one with stronger body, but the one with sharper mind. That is the support of human beings as the spirit of all things.

As a veteran, the Japanese soldier would never expose himself to danger easily. When the Japanese army test-fired two grenades in succession, both of which exploded more than ten meters away from him, Yang Bicheng knew that he had made the right bet.

Such a loose grenade shooting level is definitely not the level of the veteran grenade shooter.

Prey has not yet appeared.

So, the Japanese grenadier who had exhausted all his traps died.

In order to eliminate the biggest threat to the top of the mountain, Yang Bicheng took the risk and shot him twice to kill him completely. But the slightly inferior Japanese ammunition hand is by no means a display. Through test firing, the Japanese soldier can almost guarantee an accuracy of 2 meters, which is enough for a grenade with an attack range of several square meters.

After finishing shooting, Yang Bicheng did not sit still and wait for death. After pulling the trigger, without even checking his results, he picked up the gun, jumped out of the bunker, and got into a bush three or four meters away from the position on the top of the mountain.

It is a very dangerous position. Not only the Japanese infantry can shoot, but also the machine guns can shoot. However, it is the most effective position to avoid grenades. Instead of waiting to be killed by grenades, it is better to take a gamble.

Sure enough, in the next second, the position where Yang Bicheng had been was shrouded in gunpowder smoke. The Japanese deputy shooter fired three grenades here in retaliation, blowing up the surrounding ten square meters and sending rocks, branches and leaves flying everywhere.

The Japanese machine gunners and infantrymen over there looked at the Chinese soldier who jumped out of the bunker from a distance. Naturally, they were not polite. The crazy bullets beat the bushes here like a violent storm.

“I'm your boss!” After witnessing all this, Lao Baanpan's eyes instantly became bloodshot. He lay on the sandbags with a submachine gun and fired at the Japanese infantry at the bottom of the mountain to suppress the Japanese infantry's crazy shooting retaliation.

“Brother Chengzi, how are you!” Tudou over there yelled, and at the same risk, he put his semi-automatic rifle on the sandbag and fired at the Japanese machine gun firepower point.

The two Chinese soldiers were also crazy. They didn't care that the machine gun bullets from the opposite side were firing and smoke was rising all around them. The nearest one to them was only half a meter away.

The ferocious firepower of the MP28 submachine gun is even stronger than the Type 96 light machine gun within a range of 120 meters. In only five or six seconds, all 32 bullets were fired, and the Japanese soldiers who were shooting on the hillside were successfully knocked down again.

Tudou's semi-automatic rifle with excellent performance, range, accuracy and continuous fire speed also posed a slight threat to the Japanese machine gun firepower. Even if the Japanese machine gunners tried their best at this moment, they were obviously not yet fully ready to fight with a Chinese Rifleman prepares for shooting.

One light machine gun fired only one long burst, then misfired, not being killed but apparently slipping away.

In terms of courage duel, two Chinese soldiers completely defeated the more powerful Japanese army.

This mentality may be similar to the mentality of "three monks have no food to eat" spread in China. The more people there are, the more they will think about asking each other to sacrifice to achieve themselves.

Unlike the three Chinese soldiers on the battlefield, they have nothing to worry about after killing more than a dozen Japanese soldiers. They have come back a long time ago. Killing one more Japanese soldier will be a net profit!

The familiar sound of a gunshot.

One of the Japanese machine guns that was still firing fiercely suddenly went out.

The precise shooter who had eliminated the greatest threat used the end of the Japanese soldier's life to show that he was not just running for his life. His gun was more of a threat than the poisonous snakes in the bushes.

What's more, the Japanese shooter with the Type 96 machine gun with a machine gun mount over 30 centimeters really raised his chest too high, which was more conspicuous than the paper target. And then, he shot with great joy. If he didn't die, who would die?

"Chengzi is fine, Tudou, don't be impulsive. Suppress the Japanese machine gun and help Chengzi return to the position." Lao Abacus shouted at Tudou while pressing bullets into the long magazine as fast as possible.

In one battle, the MP28 submachine gun issued to the infantry squad of the Fourth Row Regiment was equipped with a 32-round long magazine and four 20-round short magazines, and an additional 120 rounds of ammunition.

Lao Abacus carried three long magazines, four short magazines and 150 rounds of ammunition this time, which was seriously excessive. However, in just a few minutes of firefight, he had already finished all three long magazines and three The short magazine, with only the last 20-round magazine left, was completely insufficient to suppress a Japanese infantry charge.

He must and can only press the bullet into the long magazine as quickly as possible. Otherwise, without the fire suppression of the submachine gun, Tudou's semi-automatic rifle and Yang Bicheng's single-shot rifle cannot completely suppress the Japanese charge. The Japanese army can't suppress it at any time. All may be close to a grenade-throwing distance.

At that time, it will be the end of the three of them!

He would not be able to fire again for at least half a minute. During this half minute, not only was Yang Bicheng in danger among the rocks and grass beneath the position, but it was also the most dangerous time in the entire position.

Tudou didn't answer, but the continuous gunfire answered for him.

At this time, the semi-automatic rifle showed the power of its rate of fire. It fired ten rounds of bullets in ten seconds, which made the Japanese army dare not engage in any "onboard charge". The psychological makeup of the dead Taoist friends but not the poor Taoists caused them to lose the most precious An offensive opportunity.

If they were willing to pay the price of more than five people being shot and killed, there would be no need to light a fire on the hilltop position at this time, and it would be filled with smoke. The grenades thrown by a dozen people would be enough to blow up the small hilltop position into a mess.

However, even so, as the firepower of the position on the top of the mountain suddenly weakened, the Japanese army fought back while desperately climbing up. The closest Japanese army to the position was no more than 30 meters away.

Yang Bicheng's gun fired again, and another Japanese machine gunner fell to the ground, but what followed was a hail of bullets hitting his hiding place.

Whether it was the deputy shooter who took over the machine gun from the dead shooter, or the last two grenade launchers, they all shot and bombarded Yang Bicheng's position desperately.

The Japanese army was not just out for revenge, but also to save their own lives. They actually knew very well that the biggest threat to them on the position was not the submachine gunner, but this sharpshooter with accurate marksmanship.

In these few minutes, the sharpshooter fired no more than 6 shots, but four of them, including the noble lieutenant colonel, were killed and one was wounded. The hit rate was as high as 100%. They might lose their lives just like their companions at some point.

Killing him will not only save your life, but you can even attack the position faster, so that everyone can escape easily.

Driven by such a mentality, 80% of the Japanese army's firepower was swept towards the area where Yang Bicheng was, causing branches, leaves, soil, and gravel to fly! The Chinese soldiers hiding among them were in such a difficult situation. They didn't know what kind of evasive tactics they could use to escape this hail of bullets.

But Yang Bicheng did not move.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he can't move.

His body was covered with blood.

Although he jumped out of the bunker before the grenade exploded, only Yang Bicheng knew that although the Japanese deputy shooter was worse, he was not an idiot after all. His third grenade was not in vain.

A piece of shrapnel from a grenade was embedded in his back.

But this was not the main injury that caused him to lose the ability to maneuver. What really made him sit here was a **** hole in his thigh, which was the masterpiece of a Japanese machine gun. The 6.5mm bullet has a small caliber, but its damage value is full.

The most terrifying thing about a wound as big as the mouth of a shot glass is not the heartbreaking pain and loss of mobility. Instantaneous massive blood loss can quickly take away a person's life. The grenade exploded six or seven meters away, and the hail of bullets sent rubble flying around. Yang Bicheng, who was forced to huddle behind the makeshift bunker after being fired, used all his strength to tear open his pants and tie them tightly around his thighs. He tied a hemostatic bag, shook his head, which was dizzy due to the sudden massive blood loss, and tried his best to look down the mountain.

On the position, only Tudou's semi-automatic rifle was firing. Although squad leader Abacus's submachine gun had ferocious firepower, the large number of empty magazines and the need to reload bullets created a short-term fire vacuum.

The Japanese army was getting closer and closer to the position, and even Yang Bicheng could clearly see the ferocious brows under their helmets.

The three light machine guns of the Japanese army, which had already killed the two main shooters, were still roaring, and the two grenade launchers were still firing. Although they were restrained by themselves now, once the Japanese army approached 20 meters, they could throw grenades upwards. At such a distance, even if his brothers from the old Yang family in heaven were fully protected, and their marksmanship was as good as gods, and the bullets would not miss, they could only kill ten people at most, and the remaining seven or eight Japanese soldiers would be the death of all of them.

After all, someone has to die first!

The figure of my cousin walking out of the queue and walking towards the truck cab once again appeared in my mind, and a glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the once timid young man.

Finally, he could catch up with his brother. When he met his brother on the road, he could say to him: "Brother, I didn't disgrace you guys."

The only regret is that no one can take care of them in their old age, including their uncle, aunt, and parents. The glistening glint in Yang Bicheng's eyes slid down and flowed down his cheeks to the corners of his mouth. It was salty, a bit like the blood he shed when he carried his brother's body. smell.

Just now I remembered my father and mother's soft eyes, and their eyes became firm.

“Squad leader, remember to record it for me and see how many I can kill.” Yang Bicheng roared, placed the gun on the stone, and aimed his eyes at the scope.

When three machine guns were blasting at his combat position, this precise marksman who had always just lurked for cold shots chose to confront them head-on, facing the three machine guns.

There was no time, there was no time for the position he wanted to hold, and there was no time for him as his body was gradually weakening due to constant bleeding.

What he can do now is to see who kills whom first. Whether he is hit by a machine gun bullet first, or he looks up and blows off the enemy's head with a single shot.

Just like the duel between ancient European knights, if death is inevitable, then you must die on the way to charge, and you must insert the sharp spear tip into the enemy's chest before dying.

Perhaps, the precise shooter is not as powerful as the king of the forest, whose roar makes all beasts weak. The soldier lying on the hill is more like a lone wolf guarding his companions. Facing the powerful enemies surrounding him, Still baring his bloodshot fangs unruly.

At that moment, the precise shooter seemed to have forgotten the bullets flying by his ears. One bullet even passed by the temple that was not covered by his helmet. His earlobes felt the heat of the metal bullet, and the smell of burning hair came from his nose.

Death seems to be the next moment, and the hideous face of the God of Death seems to be very close at hand.

But none of this stopped the precision shooter from keeping his body motionless, looking at the scope, putting the Japanese machine gunner's head into the sight, and pulling the trigger.

His eyes were brighter than ever before, and his hands were more steady than ever.

One shot, one person killed.

Two shots, the machine gun stopped.

One by one blood flowers bloomed in the valley, and at the same time, they also bloomed on Yang Bicheng.

The 6.5mm bullet hit his arm, exploding the flesh and blood, revealing white bone stubble.

As if it were not his own body, the precision shooter was like a sculpture being dismantled, still motionless.

With one arm unable to move, he held the **** of the gun between his cheek and shoulder socket and moved the muzzle of the gun. With his only good arm, he pulled the bolt with difficulty, turned to the next target, and fired again firmly.

Five consecutive shots, Yang Bicheng's magazine was emptied.

All three Japanese machine guns misfired, and all four shooters died. The only deputy shooter survived, but escaped. Before Yang Bicheng could take aim at him, he dropped the machine gun and escaped, running frantically toward the mountains behind. , leaving behind his companions.

He has never seen such crazy infantrymen, who dared to face the fire of three machine guns and shoot at them, and killed four people in a row.

Five shots, four people!

What frightens the Japanese army is not only his extremely accurate marksmanship, but also, will he not die? During the exchange of fire between the three machine guns, at least 60 bullets were fired. How did he avoid the bullets?

60 rounds of ammunition! Even if it only hits one-tenth, that's still 6 bullets. Is it possible that the power of the Empire's 6.5mm caliber warhead is already so unbearable?

Evidently they tested it in the countryside of China. Let alone people, even a strong buffalo would collapse after being shot several times.

But why, the Chinese shooter was not only still alive, but also successfully shot several of his companions.

At that moment, under the shadow of death, the Japanese shooter who gave up the dignity of the Imperial Japanese Army had almost a hundred thousand reasons in his mind.

He can't figure it out!

The distance of more than 200 meters made it difficult for the Japanese shooter to see clearly the appearance of his opponent. If he could see clearly, he would not be so confused.

Their opponents also cannot avoid bullets.

Or to be more precise, he didn't intend to avoid it.

At this time, the Chinese soldier was already a **** man.

The estimate of the Japanese army who escaped was not wrong. Not counting the shrapnel and penetrating wounds from the grenade hit earlier, Yang Bicheng was shot four times in total.

He was hit in the head by a bullet, but the rounded corners of the helmet fortunately helped him bounce away, leaving only deep bullet marks on the helmet. The looser chin strap provided enough cushioning to protect the cervical spine, leaving only the dizziness caused by the violent impact. It's the least serious injury.

The left arm was shot once. The kinetic energy of the 6.5 mm bullet broke the arm bone and exposed the white bone stubble. This can only be regarded as a serious injury, at least it will not lead to death in a short time.

But the two **** holes in his right chest showed that if the bleeding was not stopped quickly, even if the aorta was not hit, the bleeding alone would kill him.

After emptying all the bullets in the gun chamber, Yang Bicheng, who could hardly see anything clearly due to the severe pain throughout his body, vaguely heard the familiar roar of the Japanese light machine gun. He exhaled hard and held the gun in with one hand. In his arms, his whole body went limp and he fell on his back.

"Narizi! Where are you, you idiot? Why don't you climb up here quickly?" Lao Baanpan's roar rang out on the battlefield, and the sound of the MP28 submachine gun also roared again.

The familiar sound of the Liao-made thirteen-bolt rifle no longer sounded like before, which made the veteran feel panicky.

'Monitor! I'm sorry, I can't attend your wedding, but I can still afford red envelopes for the children. If possible, my pension and bonus should be enough, no matter how many more children you have.

Auntie, Xiao Chengzi was wrong. I didn't protect you with all my life at that time. But now, I have taken the lives of ten little devils and Xiao Chengzi to apologize to you. Don't cry. Please lay my life on my grave. Smile before me and let me see your beauty again! '

Facing his head to the sky, Yang Bicheng felt his eyes getting darker and darker, but a smile of relief appeared on his face.

No one knows that after so many years, the nightmare of that day has never disappeared from his life.

But now, he finally used his own life and the life of the devil to redeem himself.

I never thought that death could be so beautiful.

Perhaps all his previous bravery was just waiting for this day!

Chapter end

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