Anti-Japanese Jedi Player

Chapter 142 What kind of bayonet fight!Isn't the bullet fragrant?
"Light and heavy machine guns are fighting like hell?"

On the way back to the camp, Niu Tie scratched his head, muttering the strange order this time.

A few days ago, the division headquarters got a lot of weapons and ammunition from nowhere, so now his regiment's machine gun configuration is extremely luxurious.

His 3rd regiment currently has 1200 soldiers, 39 light machine guns, and 1 heavy machine gun. On average, there is one light machine gun for every 30 people.

Among them are 1 Czech light machine guns, [-] crooked light machine guns, and [-] Maxim heavy machine gun, and each machine gun is equipped with a base number of ammunition. A base number of ammunition for a light machine gun is [-] rounds. The heavy machine gun is [-] rounds.

According to what the brigade commander said, all these bullets can be used up. Calculated, after this battle, his regiment will consume more than 4 rounds of bullets just for these dozens of light and heavy machine guns.

Then add nearly [-] rifles of various types. If the guns are fired, the battle will consume more than [-] rounds of ammunition.

"Did the brigade commander forget to take his medicine today?"

Teeth chattering, the puzzled Niu Tie hurried back to his position.

The position of the 3rd Regiment is on the left side of the Wind Pressure Valley, close to the direction where the devils are coming. This means that during the period before the ambush begins, the devils will pass by only 3 meters away from the 300rd Regiment's position, so the pair of 3rd Regiment The concealment of the positions put forward very high requirements.

"You, you, you, give me your head back..."

"And you, take off the bayonet, it's all fucking sticking out of the trench..."

"..."

Cursing all the way, as soon as Niu Tie returned to his position, he called his battalion company commander over.

"New order from the brigade, this battle is not allowed to save bullets, light and heavy machine guns fight like hell, don't use bayonets if you can use bullets, if you see the enemy, shoot me with a machine gun, and solve the battle as soon as possible," Niu Tie shouted loudly.

"what?"

"Captain, are you sure you heard the order correctly?"

"There are so many machine guns in our regiment now, so they consume a lot of bullets. Let's have a quick meal first, and then rush up to the bayonet to see the red, which can save a lot of bullets."

One of his battalion commanders opened his mouth wide and questioned his own regiment commander. Although he heard it clearly, the doubts were completely subconscious. After all, since joining the army, saving bullets is a must and every time Order.

Niu Tie didn't explain, he just crawled over with a slap, and slapped him, the battalion commander, directly on the head.

"What kind of bayonet! Don't the bullets smell good?"

"Do you understand?"

"Oh, I understand, I understand." The battalion commander hurriedly returned to his position with his head in his arms.

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Three or ten minutes later, the devil's brigade had all entered the ambush circle.

"beat"

With a roar from the brigade commander, a flare flew up into the sky.

The bright flames and the signal flares trailing long smoke are eye-catching in the sky.

On the high ground on both sides of the wind pressure valley, the commander of the artillery company of the 119th Division steadily put the shells in his hand into the barrel of the mortar, and the other three mortars beside him were also put into a mortar barrel. Shells, at the same time, on the high ground opposite him, the other three guns also simultaneously fired muzzle flames.

"Boom..."

"Rush to fire"

In the uniform sound of artillery, there was the roar of the commander of the artillery company.

Seven 60mm mortars continuously fired 30 kg grenades at a maximum rate of fire of 210 rounds per minute at the devil team one kilometer away, and [-] shells per minute rained down on the devil team in an instant.

The maximum rate of fire of the 60 mortar can be maintained for 5 minutes, that is, a thousand rounds of shells will fall into the devil's team within these 5 minutes.

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"fire"

The flaring bombs lifted off instantly broke the monotonous whistling sound of the wind pressure valley for a long time.

On the left side of the wind pressure valley, the soldiers of the two main regiments of the 344 brigade pulled the trigger one after another. At this moment, 78 rifles and [-] machine guns spewed out a dense rain of bullets in an instant.

"Enemy Attack, Enemy Attack"

At the moment when the signal flare was lifted into the air, the leader of the devil team was pleasantly surprised at first.

He had always hoped that the enemy would ambush him here, so that he could rely on the terrain to launch a defense. As long as he could hold on for three hours, then this ambush would become a big victory for the imperial army.

With the poor firepower of the Eighth Route Army, he didn't worry at all that his brigade would hold out for less than three hours.

This is called middle blooming.

The captain happily used the Chinese idioms he had heard not long ago.

But as soon as the ambush opened fire, he realized something was wrong.

First of all, the gunfire around here was too dense. Based on his many years of actual combat experience, he could judge that this was close to a hundred machine guns' intensive firepower, and this unscrupulous automatic shooting was not like the style of the Eighth Route Army.

"Information error?"

Squinting his eyes, the captain kicked open the car door. He planned to personally organize the troops to fight back.

And at this moment, a row of mortar shells exploded around him at the same time.

The power of the 60 mortar shell is not great, the power of its standard grenade is only equivalent to the power of four grenades assembled, and because the car blocked the fragments of the grenade, the leader of the Devils was lucky to recover a life, but was hit by the shrapnel. The right lung was pierced, and he lost the ability to move for a while.

"Medical officer! Medical officer!"

Beside the captain, the staff officer, who was so lucky that he was unhurt, shouted for the medical officer.

Lying flat on the ground, the captain of the ghost team, whose lungs were leaking, was unable to make a sound, and could only stare blankly at the sky.

In his field of vision, one after another mortar shells roared across the sky, and then slammed heavily on the troops behind him, and the sound of explosions continued.

"Damn Tegao, even the enemy's intelligence is wrong, how could the Eighth Route Army have such fierce firepower?"

Before he passed out, there was only one thought left in his mind.

And because of the captain's injury, the already chaotic organization of the brigade was disrupted. In this case, even the middle and lower class officers commanded the highly independent Japanese army, and it took a full 10 minutes to organize a large-scale army. fight back.

And these 10 minutes are fatal 10 minutes.

"Fire, fire, where, aim at that kid hiding behind the car"

Next to a Czech-style light machine gun, the head of the 3rd regiment personally directed the machine gunner to shoot. He held the binoculars, and a pair of eagle eyes scanned the battlefield coldly, looking for all fighters.

However, the machine gunner seemed to be incapable of technique, and he failed to hit the devil with many bursts of fire. In the end, the devil was directly blown into the sky by a mortar shell, and the anxious Niu Tie snatched the machine gun.

"Why are you so stupid? Let me do it myself"

Niu Tie was holding the machine gun. Relying on his tall and big body, he directly held the bipod with his hands, the butt of the gun against his shoulder, and directly pulled the trigger at the devil. His strong body could directly withstand the huge Czech machine gun. recoil.

"Why are you still standing there? Help me change the bullets."

After firing twenty rounds of upright magazines in one shuttle, he killed at least four devils in one shuttle. Niu Tie, who was working hard, yelled at the stunned machine gunner beside him.

"ah, ok"

The machine gunner quickly inserted a new magazine, and this time it was a thirty-round magazine.

The bolt was pulled, the bullet was loaded, and Niu Tie pulled the trigger again.

"Sure enough, the machine gun is still very good, and the bayonet is not good at all."

Seeing the beaten devil running away on the highway, Niu Tie was so excited that he couldn't control his trigger finger.

(End of this chapter)