Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 532

Chapter 532: Beating (Part 2)

The grenade did not have the blazing muzzle fire of the machine rifle, and only the dull sound revealed his position.

At this moment, the night became his best protective color. The Japanese army had no way of knowing its distance. The crazy output not only failed to pose a threat to it, but also made it easier for him to find attack targets.

The roaring muzzle flames of the two 92 heavy machine guns showed their power, but they were also as dazzling as candles lit in the dark night.

At the moment when the Japanese infantrymen were about to bend their bodies and rush to the top of the hill again under the desperate cover of their companions, Zheng Cihang's grenade fired again firmly and briefly.

Two consecutive grenades exploded less than two meters away from the fire point of a Japanese 92 heavy machine gun more than 200 meters away.

If placed on the battlefield, the heavy machine gun firepower point with sandbags as a bunker can completely rely on the sandbags on both sides to block the fragments and air waves caused by the grenade explosion.

But in this wilderness, the heavy machine gun mounted on a tripod more than half a meter above the ground and the shooter half-kneeling holding the handle of the heavy machine gun were almost like runners running in the ice and snow, without any protection.

For the heavy machine gun squad of the Japanese army, what does it mean to encounter continuous rain when the house leaks? This is.

Having lost the main shooter before, the assistant shooter took over without fear of life and death. After shooting for only more than ten seconds, he encountered another grenade falling from the sky.

The key is still accurate.

The sub-shooter of the machine gun who was desperately pulling the trigger had no reaction. He was thrown away a meter or two by the air wave of the grenade explosion. He fell into silence without even making a sound.

Only those who get closer will notice that a piece of shrapnel penetrated his ribs, and then came out diagonally through his body. The blood pours out like a flood that has opened a floodgate. That is because the aorta of the heart was severed by the shrapnel. .

The last shooter was dead, and the heavy machine gun weighing dozens of kilograms was also overturned by the air wave. An ammunition hand holding the bullet plate on the other side was rolling on the ground in pain, and the other one was running over with a bullet box. The ammunition hand covered his eyes and howled loudly. The air wave did not cause any damage to the ammunition hand a few meters away, but the flying shrapnel penetrated his eyes.

A heavy machine gun firepower point has become a thing of the past.

The other heavy machine gun point was not much better. Tang Dao and Niu Er unanimously took this "arrogant" machine gun fire point as their target.

Although the night covered the heavy machine gun, the shooter and even the ammunition hand, the flickering muzzle flames exposed its general location.

The height and range of the heavy machine gun became the predicted shooting point for the two special shooters. One Mosingana rifle fired impatiently while it was still rolling and jumping. Two shots were fired before it reached the fighting position, while the other One shot followed closely, locking in two seconds, and firing three shots in three seconds.

No one knows the hit rate of five bullets in the dark, but the Type 92 heavy machine gun misfired and did not fire again until twenty seconds later.

Only the nearest Japanese ammunition carrier knew that one of his primary and secondary shooters was dead and the other wounded.

The two heavy machine guns transferred from the heavy machine gun squadron of the Japanese infantry brigade to strengthen the squadron no longer have the prestige they once had. One of them completely misfired, and the other after being silent for twenty seconds could only be put on the shelf and controlled by the ammunition hand. Basically, it was. Hit a few blindly.

Looking at the bushes in the darkness that were being hit so that the branches and leaves flickered and the grass and trees flew everywhere, the ballistic trajectory was actually at least ten meters away from the group of four who had just attacked them, posing no threat at all.

Morita Shinji's eyes suddenly turned cold.

In the thirty seconds since the gunfire started, although the Chinese attack was fierce and precise, the intensity of the fire, whether it was rifles, machine guns or grenade launchers, was enough for him, a veteran infantry officer, to judge that their number was not large.

But with just such a small amount of troops, he had already suppressed his infantry squad that was trying to occupy the commanding heights, and the most terrifying thing was that one of his two heavy firepower points was completely killed.

This is the elite force of the Chinese.

The conclusion drawn in his mind made the hair on the back of Shinji Morita's head almost turn over his helmet.

The Chinese actually ambush their elite troops here. Are they waiting for them? Was this a conspiracy from the beginning?

The so-called night attack is just an excuse for a certain lieutenant general to send the entire infantry brigade into a trap?

In order to prove that the destruction of the heavy artillery brigade was not the incompetence of the 18th Division but the stupid tactics of the 36th Infantry Brigade.

If so, how sinister is it?

The constant chill kept the Japanese Army Major stunned for at least ten seconds.

On the ever-changing battlefield, for a soldier, a second of hesitation may kill him by bullets and flying shrapnel. Many dodges are purely subconscious and instinctive reactions; but for a commander, hesitation is even more fatal. Yes, what he wants is the lives of his soldiers.

Tang Dao and the special operations team delayed the Japanese army for thirty seconds. Morita Shinji, who was stunned by the so-called truth in his mind, hesitated for another ten seconds.

Forty seconds of precious time completely sent this elite Japanese infantry squadron to hell.

“Flare bombs, shoot!” Li Jijin roared as he led two platoons to the commanding heights of the hill as quickly as possible.

The bright flares were shot high into the sky and fell slowly. Almost everyone's pupils shrank slightly.

　　It is not a mass of more than a hundred people crawling seventy or eighty meters away or running towards the wings, but a normal physiological reaction of soldiers who have adapted to the darkness and their pupils actively adjust under the stimulation of light.

“Fire!” Li Jijin fired first.

Machine guns, rifles, submachine guns, and shell guns all open fire!

The Japanese army, of course, fought back vigorously.

This is an accidental contact battle, and neither warring party is eligible to have bunkers.

The only difference is that one side is condescending, while the other side can only raise its head and shoot upward.

There is no doubt that, both physically and psychologically, downward shooting is always more advantageous than upward shooting.

In addition, the continuous firepower possessed by the Second Company was far superior to that of the Japanese infantry who were only equipped with Type 38 rifles.

But this is still a battlefield for the brave.

The two sides were too close. Under the influence of the flares, the distance was only 70 to 80 meters, and both warring parties could even clearly see the nervous and pale faces of their opponents under the helmets.

The exchange of fire lasted for more than half a minute. Even though the officers and soldiers of the second company and the first platoon buried their heads on the ground under the desperate shouts of their respective veteran squad leaders, they only held their guns and shot at the people below without even aiming.

The second platoon, which had complete dominance in geographical location and firepower output, still paid the price of two deaths and five injuries.

The cost to the Japanese army was much higher. At least a dozen Japanese soldiers fell down with howls.

At a distance of only 70 to 80 meters, their superior shooting skills, which were better than those of the Chinese soldiers, had no effect at all. They did hit what was supposed to be hit, and it was not much different from the distance of 200 meters. However, the bullets fired by Chinese soldiers were at least four times as many as theirs, and the probability of hitting Japanese infantry was much higher than the so-called shooting skills.

If we continue to shoot like this for a few more minutes, the casualties of the Chinese soldiers will certainly be in double figures, but the Japanese soldiers on the front of the hill can only be described as single digits.

But the worst thing is not the infantry squad fighting for the commanding heights with the second company and one platoon on the front of the hill. They can't hide even if they can't win! When you burrow into the grass, you can reduce the bullet-receiving surface while still being able to remain undetected.

But the same could not be said for the two teams that circled the flanks. They only had time to lie down on the cold soil of the wilderness before they were shot at from the plains.

There was nothing on the plain, but the two infantry platoons with engineer shovels began to use the terrain to dig individual bunkers desperately before the Tang Dao gunfire.

It doesn't need to be very deep, just thirty to forty centimeters deep enough for a person to lie down. The excavated soil is piled in front of you to form a shooting pile. As long as the moist soil is thick enough, it can also block the kinetic energy of rifle bullets.

One side had simple fortifications, but the other side was suddenly attacked, and the result was obvious.

Especially the moment the heavy machine gun fire point placed behind the entire defense line started firing, it was simply a massacre.

It's not that the Japanese army's three groups of grenade launchers didn't try to counterattack, but the Chinese not only had the same number of grenade launchers, but also two mortars on the top of the hill.

The two mortars that were sent down to the company level were given military orders before the war to look for Japanese grenadiers and kill them even if they were covered by artillery fire.

That is the most threatening existence to the light and heavy machine gun firepower points.

The two mortar teams faithfully executed this tactic, abandoning all Japanese infantry in close proximity. Several artillery observers held telescopes and continuously reported the location of the discovered Japanese grenadiers.

After the continuous explosion of artillery fire, the area where the two Japanese grenade groups were located was blown into a white field. Not only did the Japanese army's grenade launchers stop firing, their accuracy was also not as good as before.

In the past, they were very good at it. They claimed that they could destroy a fire point with three rounds of grenades from 500 meters away. That was because China posed very little threat to them.

Facing the threat of death, the Japanese army's so-called Shenzhen was also sent back to his grandma's house.

The 'shit yellow' ones on both wings were simply beaten at this moment, with no power to fight back.

For Major Shinji Morita, who was full of anger, fear, and anxiety, the predicament in front of him was not enough to make him despair.

But the flickering white light and slowly falling flares in the distant sky, as well as the faint sound of gunfire and explosions, all reminded him that the other two infantry squadrons under his command had also encountered the enemy.

If you want to live, you have to rely on yourself.

This may be the most painful judgment made by the Japanese Army Major since the battle with the Chinese two days ago.

(End of this chapter)

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