Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 409 Chapter 407

Morale collapses, but the Japanese are still Japanese.

Rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry, and the Japanese even hate themselves when they are in a hurry.

The strong sense of shame of being constantly rubbed against the ground by a few Chinese using the terrain and equipment allowed them to overcome the fear of being blown up at any time.

"Capture the thief first and capture the king first!" 'Although this routine was invented by the Chinese, the Japanese who have learned from China for 2000 years have also learned it.

As long as the bastard hiding on the hills can be killed from time to time, this humiliating and humiliating battle may be ended. The Japanese finally made their own choice.

"On board!" Under the firepower of the Japanese army on the other side, nearly ten Japanese infantrymen who moved to the left flank of the hill where Tangdao was located, led by their own sergeant, shouted slogans and puffed their cheeks and launched a 'long live' charge.

Behind them, there are nearly fifteen Japanese soldiers with bayonets ready to move.

They will follow in the footsteps of their comrades as long as they wade a 'bloody' path through the bushes.

Under the light of flares, that extremely heroic scene will forever be engraved in the hearts of the surviving Japanese soldiers in this battle.

Because, that has gone beyond the scope of bravery.

That is suicide.

No matter which army, of course they will strictly protect their own 'King', and Niu Er and a group of cavalry certainly think so.

Of the [-] tripping grenades made of grenades, about [-] were placed around the hill where Tang Dao was located, and [-] were placed around 'Heizi', while Niu Er and Xia Dayu had only one. No.

The reason is simple, the two machine guns are powerful, and if the Japanese army wants to attack the area where Niu Er is located, they must first withstand the shooting of the two machine guns. .

Therefore, choosing the brave Japanese infantrymen, as their colleagues imagined, really blazed a trail for victory.

The real road of blood, a road made of flesh and blood.

The sergeant who was leading the charge only rushed a dozen meters before he rang a tripping thunder, blasting an infantryman ten meters behind him into the air and flying high, and the fallen body even triggered another tripping bolt. Ray, did a 'trapeze' again, and took away another companion.

On the road of flying together, you will definitely not be so alone.

And the sergeant who killed his companion because he triggered the rope hadn't had time to rejoice, but the "Heizi" who had adjusted the shooting angle over there swept him down with a shuttle of bullets.

The stout body was hit by several bullets in a row, and fell into the grass without much struggle. The heroic momentum of the Japanese infantry who took the initiative to die was also embarrassing.

However, 'Heizi' could only provide Tang Dao with this wave of support. Although the Japanese soldiers surrounding him did not dare to charge like their colleagues over there, they could provide fire cover.

The irritated Japanese were also forced out of the "eight punches" at the moment, and the whereabouts of the sharpshooter who fired the cold gun over there was erratic. They couldn't find the exact location at all, but the firepower of Heizi's machine gun was constantly firing the gun in the dark. Mouth Lie Yan is extremely clear.

Whether it is the Japanese army in the field or the Japanese army who went around to the two wings of the hill, they all chose to shoot at the 'spots' who threatened them the most.

The essence of the tactical thinking of "Wang Baquan" is that no matter who hits me, I will catch the nearest guy to fight.

Before killing Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu can always hold back.

This kind of desperate style of play usually appears on the surrounded Chinese troops, and it is a typical "kill one thousand enemies, and self-damage one thousand and five!" '.

Unexpectedly, the impatient Japanese also learned.

Sure enough, the opponent is the best teacher.

That is, the price is not usually high.

Niu Er, who is becoming more and more like a sniper, now has a calmness that does not match his age, and there is no change in expression on his face. Under the guidance of Xia Dayu, who has become more and more in harmony with him, he pulls the bolt and ejects the shell. Loading, swinging the muzzle, aiming, pulling the trigger, and repeating, the whole set of movements is like flowing water, without any hesitation.

When the gun rang, a Japanese soldier must have fallen to the ground.

In 1 minute, Niu Er emptied three magazines and fifteen rounds. The average speed of one shot per 4 seconds is not very high, but the accuracy is terrifying to the point of chilling.

Ten Japanese soldiers were killed and five wounded, and none of the bullets missed.

But the Japanese still gave up attacking the terrible sharpshooter, and still went all out to attack the 'spot'.

Their tactic was clear, desperately trying to suppress Heizi, as long as the thirty or so Japanese soldiers over there could attack the hillside and kill the Chinese, they would be able to break through and regain the victory.

No matter how awesome the sharpshooter is, he is just a gun. How can he kill a hundred people?

Thinking about it this way, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

The most powerful sniper in the world has no record of killing hundreds of people in a single battle.

The marksmanship of the Japanese infantry was extremely accurate. Even with the cover of darkness and bushes, there were still many bullets hitting the fortifications with a "puff" sound, and even one or two bullets passed from the space of less than ten centimeters from the ear of "Heizi" skimming.

The scorching ballistic stimulated the 'sunspot' hairs to stand on end, which is the instinctive fear of the threat of death.

'Heizi' could only turn his gun and shoot at the Japanese infantry attacking him, and beat the group of Japanese infantry who used the 'Wang Baquan' routine into the bushes again.

Seeing the threat of machine guns more than 200 meters away, the death-seeking Japanese infantry continued to walk with their short legs, and the slogan sounded again.

Then, the slogan disappeared, accompanied by violent explosions of 'boom boom boom'.

The so-called divine light of God Amaterasu did not shine here.

The broken limbs constantly flying in the air became silhouettes reflected in the pupils of the Japanese infantry.

For them, an incomparably heroic silhouette.

More than a dozen Japanese soldiers, using their flesh and blood, waded out an attack route.

If there is a live broadcast at this time, all Japanese citizens will have tears in their eyes.

It's a pity that after the war, many Japanese military experts believed that their behavior was a foolish criticism under the circumstances of fighting more and fighting less.

No, it's a bunch of idiots!
What they should do most is to hold back these few Chinese and wait for reinforcements. Don't you still have thousands of people!
The remaining Japanese Marge chickens in this battle, you are the keyboard warriors from over there, right?

Another dozen or so Japanese soldiers, ignoring their sorrow, rushed forward along this bloody road with bayonets in hand.

Even if the bullets fired from the forest were extremely hot, they could not stop their firm will at this moment.

That guy must be killed, otherwise no one will be able to leave alive today.

The desperate Japanese infantry finally showed why they were called 'black skin, bright red blood'.

Their blood is really red.

As the distance between the two sides kept getting closer, the machine guns that spewed out firepower and killed seven or eight Japanese soldiers rushing over from the other side finally stopped the palpitating gunshots.

The 200-round belt was empty.

The Japanese infantry closest to the fortifications had reached as close as five meters, and it only took two strides to stab the Chinese body with a shining bayonet.

If you want to put on the bullet belt, it is actively courting death.

At that moment, almost all the Japanese infantrymen who were 200 meters away were relieved.

"Kill the dick!" The second lieutenant of the Japanese army who was hiding in a bush at this time even yelled hoarsely with veins popping out of his neck.

This damn battle is finally almost over.

Yes, the poor second lieutenant was only thinking about how to end this battle, and he never had any beautiful illusions about his future.

Even if those Chinese people want to escape later, he doesn't want to chase them anymore.

Indeed, the casualties were too great.

Don't tell me he didn't know that those guys who fell silently in the bushes had already lost 50 people in the battle just what he witnessed.

In order to chase one, he paid such a high price, and it would be good not to be chopped off by the captain or the captain, so there is no promotion.Oh!The regimental captain had already been shot to death, that would be even worse, and the brigade commander wanted to find someone to vent his anger on.

If nothing else, the unlucky kid who is called the 'punching bag' must be him.

The second lieutenant of the Japanese Army, who is full of desire to survive, is thinking a bit like the slogan of a future Chinese association for participating in the World Cup: "Kill one, or injure one, or return with the wounded!"

It's not that our army is too stupid, but that the opponent is too strong. This psychological suggestion had bloomed in the heart of the second lieutenant of the Japanese Army as early as 10 minutes ago.

However, what happened next was beyond the imagination of everyone present.

Including three Chinese.

Even they have seen with their own eyes the power of Tang Daoleng's weapons on the battlefield before the warehouse.

But that was not the heyday of Tang Dao.

What is Tang Dao with the most peak physical function?Niu Er and Hei Zi finally saw it.

Summer rain.
I'm afraid they have found Second Master Guan to be the boss!This is Xia Dayu's emotion when he told the battlefield stories to himself and several grandchildren of his comrades-in-arms decades later.

At that time, the Japanese army deliberately fired the last three flares in order to increase the deterrence of the Chinese who were beating themselves.

The whole hill is as bright as day.

The Chinese and Japanese soldiers in the mountains and forests must be found.

Even death is so clear and so fresh.

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ps: I can only do one update today. It's a holiday, and Fengyue, who has just finished class, has to rush to pick up her daughter.This is the only manuscript left, woohoo!
Today is Martyrs' Day, and the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the country and the nation will live forever!
Also, happy holidays to everyone!Play well, eat well, Fengyue will not go anywhere tomorrow, concentrate on codeword update!I promise!

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