All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 182, Gatling Bodhisattva re-emerges

The village where the headquarters is temporarily settled is a rare big village.

I drove the Dongfeng Warrior around and walked on unrepaired dirt roads, which were not only bumpy but also took a lot of time.

After all, a car with four wheels is much faster than a person with two legs.

They still successfully detoured to the enemy's rear, including a driver and a squad of soldiers from the secret service regiment.

"Hey, hey..."

Chen Hao contacted the fighting troops in the village through the vehicle's walkie-talkie system.

He gave his name, and when the other party heard that it was Consultant Chen, he knew that he was talking endlessly and explained everything clearly.

Finally, a message was sent: "Consultant Chen, the boss told you to be careful, he said he will wait for you to come back and drink the celebration wine!"

"Okay." Chen Hao agreed.

He thought to himself: Warm the wine and kill Hua Xiong?The little devil is not worthy of being compared with Hua Xiong!
On the contrary, riding a Dongfeng warrior and holding a heavy machine gun full of bullets is much more lethal than Guan Erye.

If he went back to Hulao, Lu Bu could beat him into Lu Xiaobu.

Dong Zhuo's [-] Xiliang cavalry, in front of heavy machine guns, also enjoy the treatment of being mowed.

Withdrawing his divergent thinking, Chen Hao pondered the next battle for a while.

The number of enemies should be between one hundred and two hundred, and in villages with complex terrain, there are Type [-] infantry artillery.

Under such conditions, it was not as easy as the previous battle.

Dongfeng warriors cannot take advantage of maneuverability, and are easily trapped in narrow terrain and destroyed by the enemy.

Chen Hao has seen a movie about Black Hawk Down.

The famous Bald Eagle Rangers, SEALs, and Delta Special Forces are all elites among the elites in the army, and they all use the most advanced weapons.

But still in the city with complex terrain, he was besieged by militiamen from all directions.

That movie is based on real history.

In fact, it is very clear that in street fighting with complex terrain, it is easier to close the gap between the enemy and ourselves.

Even elite soldiers who have spent millions of resources and trained for several years may not be able to show their strength, and will be killed by inexplicable cold guns that suddenly appear.

The Eighth Route Army in central Hebei dug tunnels in the villages, engaged in tunnel warfare, and challenged curtain warfare.

Even recruits who have just put down their hoes and picked up their guns soon have a chance to sneak up on the devils by surprise.

Fundamental military doctrine has never changed.

Whether it is now, or in the future decades later, or in the 21st century, the essence of the theory will not change.

The car stopped a long time ago. Hearing the gunshots in the village, the squad leader who led the team finally couldn't help it, and interrupted Chen Hao's thinking:

"Consultant Chen, do you have an idea?"

The soldiers in the carriage held assault rifles in their arms, waiting for orders.

Chen Hao said slowly: "It's simple, now you just follow me and poke the kid's ass."

He explained the specific arrangement, the driver drove, he himself acted as the heavy machine gunner, and other soldiers followed the car.

This is a bit of a step-tank collaboration.

Dongfeng Warrior's armor blocks the bullets fired by the enemy and provides cover for the infantry attack.

At the same time, the infantry following the chariot must protect the rear sides of the chariot's wings and eliminate potential threats approaching the chariot.

"If you find weapons such as Type [-] infantry artillery and anti-aircraft artillery, you must take them as the primary target and destroy them with rifle grenades."

Chen Hao exhorted seriously.

The situation on the battlefield is complicated, and he may not be able to discover it in time.

Chen Hao wore a bulletproof helmet and armor, but did not have a pair of bulletproof pants, so he had to ensure that the Dongfeng warrior car would not be destroyed by the enemy.

The squad leader asked rather puzzled: "Is that all?"

"Is that not enough?"

Chen Hao felt that it was necessary to remind them: "Your task is very difficult. To protect the rear of the two wings of the chariot is to protect me. I don't want the little devil to steal the back."

Cao Cao likes to cut off people's food in war, and he is afraid that others will cut off his food. He is most concerned about this aspect.

Chen Hao is not Cao Cao, but he has the same good habits.

If you attack the enemy from behind, you have to guard against being attacked from behind by the enemy.

The squad leader got an answer, and the loud response showed that he understood.

He was puzzled just now, but he just felt that one person in a car was in charge of attacking, but ten of them followed behind the car like soy sauce, and he couldn't understand it emotionally.

But if you want to put it this way, it doesn't matter how many devils kill, the most important thing is to protect the safety of Consultant Chen.

Count the ammunition and get ready for battle.

The squad leader got out of the car with his soldiers, formed two vertical lines, and followed behind the car with guns in his arms.

Each of the fighters has their own responsibilities.

Some are responsible for observing the front on both sides, some are responsible for the left and right wings, and some are responsible for watching the side and rear.

Putting everyone's vision together is a 360-degree vigilance.

Chen Hao's worries were relieved.

As the driver drove the car forward at a constant speed, the queue followed closely, and they attacked the Japanese army.

Major Motono had only one squadron at hand.

He was very clear about his mission, and he pushed everyone up as a bargaining chip.

Retreat, retreat?

does not exist at all.

Airborne in the enemy's rear, the troops of the Eighth Route Army are everywhere, where will they withdraw and hide?

Only by destroying the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army and muddying the water, may there be a glimmer of life.

However, they probably don't need that glimmer of life.

This group of Japanese soldiers who were brainwashed by the Communist Party took their own life and death very lightly.In his eyes, he could only die for the emperor, for the so-called Communist Party of their empire.

After accomplishing a task that even the base camp would attach great importance to, they must feel that death is worth it.

The Japanese army, which put all their energy on the offensive, didn't realize that a small group of opponents went around behind them and stabbed their leather swallows.

Dongfeng warriors drove into the village.

Chen Hao, who had half of his body exposed from the roof of the car, saw the busy Japanese army at a glance through the night vision device.

That should be artillery.

They are dismantling the parts of a gun to repair another [-] infantry gun.

Chen Hao opened his mouth with a smile. He was really dozed off and someone gave him a pillow. The most threatening weapon was directly exposed to the gun.

So what's the hesitation.

"Da da da da da..."

The gushing large-caliber bullets instantly overwhelmed the busy artillery and ended the most threatening opponent.

"It's the enemy, coming from behind!"

The belated Japanese soldier shouted angrily, reminding others.

But it was really too late to react at this time. Chen Hao went crazy, held the trigger button of the heavy machine gun, and shot back and forth the Japanese soldiers whose backs were exposed.

Before the muzzle of the Japanese soldier could turn back, his body was already pierced by bullets.

Follow behind the car to observe the soldiers in front of the side, and follow in small steps.

They leaned out half of their bodies next to the car, and used the assault rifles in their hands to shoot at the scattered enemies on the flanks, checking for omissions and filling in the gaps.

Just a surprise attack.

All the dozen or so Japanese soldiers were laid down.

Compared with a frontal assault, a bunch of bullets didn't kill a single one.

This kind of easy killing can be called a one-sided massacre.

"Sir, it's not good, there is an enemy driving a chariot from behind."

When the soldiers who reported the letter arrived, Major Moto had already discovered that something was wrong behind him.They are now caught in a situation where they are caught between two sides.

A more dangerous situation than this can only be surrounded by the whole army.

"damn it!!"

Cursing bitterly, Major Benno gritted his teeth, his brain frantically thinking about the solution.

Complaining is not the solution, only action can solve the problem.

Continue to attack?

The eight roads in front of them are indeed elite, not only good weapons, but also extremely tenacious fighting will.

It is not easy to break through normally.

The enemy behind him has chariots, and it is unknown how many reinforcements have come.

Now it can be described as a wolf before a tiger. The only thing that can be thankful is that the third team has bypassed the frontal enemy and entered the hinterland of the village.

Look at the raging flames rising over there, it is destined to kill Dafa.

If they successfully killed the head of the Eighth Route Army, it would be worthwhile for me and others to try their best.

In a short time, Major Nomoto made a decision.

The Eight Routes must be restrained, and the Eight Routes that attack from behind cannot be allowed to join the Eight Routes in the village.Reduce the pressure on the third team and let them have more time to kill the leader of the Eighth Route Army.

Of course, he also knows the price of doing this, and he and others are afraid that there will be no chance of survival.

But he has to do it.

"For the empire, all sacrifices are worthwhile."

Major Nomoto once again strengthened his confidence and began to order and command the only remnant soldiers in his hands to deploy defenses around a section of streets and houses under his control.

But coming from behind, the attack speed of using the chariot to advance is too fast.

Before his order was delivered, the man had already been killed.

The heavy machine gun mounted on the roof of the chariot spewed bullets like a strong wind, without stopping for a second.

The machine gun was accurate and ruthless.

Regardless of 21 [-], fight with people and cover together.

The power of large-caliber bullets is not comparable to that of ordinary rifle bullets. The earth wall rammed with yellow soil was shattered in minutes under the baptism of intensive bullet rain.

The wall seemed to be bitten by something, and a gap was made directly.

The Japanese soldiers who hid behind the wall and counterattacked were naturally knocked down along with the collapsed wall.

The bullets easily tore their bodies apart.

Seeing the death of their companions, the survivors naturally came to the conclusion that it was not safe to hide even behind walls.

The question is, what else could they use as cover?
It seems to be gone.

"Get rid of that chariot!"

"Sharpshooter, kill the machine gunner on the roof, and the others cover with fire."

Under the inertia of the order, the Japanese soldiers leaned out of the bunker, raised their guns and fired randomly at the car to suppress firepower.

Soldiers who have always been good at marksmanship occupy a more suitable shooting position.

Using their companions to attract firepower, they raised their submachine guns, focused on aiming and shooting, and tried to kill the heavy machine gunner on the car with short bursts.

A large number of bullets came head-on.

It gives people a feeling that they are about to be headshot, or that thousands of arrows will pierce their hearts.

Even though Chen Hao had fought many battles and was well-informed, he still felt a twinge of fear.

He subconsciously shrunk his neck and lowered his head.

The bullets jingled on the bulletproof shield, like the sound of crisp raindrops.

This is definitely something ordinary people can't enjoy. Even experienced veterans will feel scared to pee.

Chen Hao is not that kind of person.

He seemed to be born for war, this kind of horrific stimulation and pressure, on the contrary, aroused the blood in his bones.

"Damn it, you want my life?"

"I will kill you first!"

With blood surging all over his body, Chen Hao stared with murderous eyes, and fired even more crazily with the Type [-] heavy machine gun.

In less than five seconds, a box of fifty rounds was empty.

Without the assistant shooter, a new full ammunition box appeared out of thin air in Chen Hao's hand, and he replaced it skillfully.

Just one second before and after.

Then the heavy machine guns continued to fire almost non-stop, killing one enemy after another who dared to show their heads, leaving them without bones.

Chen Hao has almost unleashed the Type [-] heavy machine gun, with a theoretical maximum rate of fire of ~[-] rounds per minute.The Eighth Route Army's operations have never reached this theoretical upper limit.

But even so, Chen Hao was still not satisfied.

There were still many jingling bullets hitting the bulletproof shield, and the enemy seemed to be fighting him, and he had to be killed.

Who made him pose too much of a threat!

Who do not hit him?
Suddenly, a Type [-] grenade fell and exploded on the right side of the Dongfeng Warrior. The shock wave from the explosion was like a black wind, sweeping across Chen Hao's cheeks.

A soldier behind the car was knocked down by the blast.

It was a grenade, most likely two rounds, or even three or four rounds.

Chen Hao glanced at the direction where the grenade came from, the front left.

The night vision device gave him a better vision and easily spotted the enemy.

On a roof not far away, a half-squatting Japanese soldier took out another grenade from his waist pocket, and was about to shoot a second round.

"Damn it, I'll fuck you to death!"

Chen Hao did not hesitate to expose the secret directly, and used the merciful Gatling Bodhisattva.

The muscles in his arms exploded with blood, he raised the Gatling gun, and pulled the trigger to rain bullets.

At a rate of fire of 33 rounds per minute, that's [-] rounds per second.

The Japanese soldier who was using the grenade was beaten to pieces in an instant, as if he had evaporated from the world.

Even if his own mother came, he would never recognize her.

It's just that the recoil of Gatling Bodhisattva is a bit fierce. If it weren't for the huge increase in the strength of Chen Hao's arms, a few seconds of shooting would be enough to shatter his arms.

Suppressing the pain caused by the recoil, Chen Hao held the Gatling machine gun high, and fired more swiftly at the enemy with a crazier posture.

At this moment, he was like a demon king who came out of hell.

Those who stand in front of the guns, whether they are people or things, even guns made of metal, are ushered in destruction.

Everyone's ears were occupied by Gatling's unique gunshots.

That kind of sound is like a chainsaw cutting down trees.

For a full minute, the four boxes of 1 rounds of ammunition chains were all emptied, and the bullet casings were piled up on the roof of the car, and a large number of them were scattered on both sides of the car.

The battlefield has become a mess, as if it has just been hit by a tornado.

The shattered walls, densely packed bomb craters, and those corpses that can hardly be made into human shapes all illustrate the cruelty of the Great Merciful Family Bodhisattva.

Chen Hao's arms were so swollen from the shock that he could barely lift things.

The Gatling heavy machine gun he used can usually be hung on a helicopter to destroy armored vehicles.

Of course, there are more powerful ones than this, with a rate of fire of 1 to [-] rounds per minute.

That thing can be empowered and can kill the tank.

The recoil force is simply not what the human body can bear.

Chen Hao put away his magical powers, and said to the soldiers following the car as if nothing had happened: "The fight is over, you go and clean it up, don't let anyone slip through the net."

(End of this chapter)