Rise From Eight Hundred

 Chapter 30 Hope!

Although it was a tactical deception that prevented the Japanese army from figuring out the structure and strength of the defenders in the warehouse, the machine gun shells were real.

The Suroton machine gun produced in Sweden has an effective flat-firing range of more than 2,500 meters, let alone the current 400 meters.

It is true that the Sulotong machine gun, which is considered the king of explosive weapons in the Chinese army, is basically assigned to the artillery regiment directly under the infantry division. Machine gun shooters at the infantry battalion and regiment level rarely have access to it, but Lei Xiong's machine gun battery But different.

As the fire support company of the main battalion of the 524th Regiment of the Royal Forest Army, they collectively received short-term special training on light artillery such as the Sulotong machine gun and the 37mm anti-aircraft gun half a year before the war, and they were no strangers to this kind of machine gun.

As for Lei Xiong, this pervert, not only ranked first in the division in the machine gun assessment during the training, he was even more accurate than the instructors sent by the artillery battalion of the division. In the words of the division artillery regiment commander, Lei Xiong was not a good person at all. You shouldn't be a company commander, but a gunner.

I can only say that this guy was born to be a soldier.

Of course, the artilleryman also needs to test fire, and Lei Xiong is no exception. He needs to recalibrate based on the ballistic trajectory of the test fire.

Therefore, the first thing the marching Japanese army felt was not the **** death caused by the machine gun in the queue, but the wall bricks not far away were strafed until they exploded or made big holes, and then they heard the 20 mm The low, dull sound of "dong dong" came from the machine gun.

"Baga! Enemy attack! Hidden." The Japanese captain, who was walking at the end of the team and didn't even have a command knife or binoculars, was like a ghost. Before shouting, he nimbly jumped to the ground and rolled towards the dilapidated house on the street. .

 Compared with many of his colleagues who like to wear long leather boots, white gloves and carry a command knife into battle, Koizumi Reicheng is definitely a cautious person.

 After two months of **** fighting, at least one-third of those idiots who liked to show off had entered the small wooden box wrapped in white cloth.

The favorite targets of Chinese cold shooters are white gloves and command knives, and finally the guy with the sun flag tied to his spear.

　　Pretending to be cool will lead to criticism. This philosophy of life was actually understood by a Japanese in this era.

That's the sound of the Chinese blasting the imperial tanks and armored machine guns. Damn it, is there really a Chinese infantry regiment stuffed into that building?

 Koizumi Reicheng hid quickly enough and his judgment was accurate.

However, the Japanese captain did not have time to think about why the Chinese were so crazy that they used machine guns, a trump card weapon, to deal with their infantry. At that moment, he just thought about how to escape to a house with walls as quickly as possible, even if it was It was a dilapidated house that was riddled with holes, as if it could be kicked down.

Because he didn’t want to become a puddle of minced meat, the squadron leader of the 3rd Infantry Squadron was blown up by such a machine gun.

　　Yes, not beaten to death, but blown up.

The shell as thick as a cigar probably only hit the squadron leader's chest and abdomen. Then, half of the chest and abdomen disappeared like a shoulder. Then, most of the body that had not fallen was hit again. This time I don’t know where it hit, but later I thought it was near the throat, and then the head was gone; the entire upper body was torn into several pieces, leaving only one buttocks and two thighs in place, and the long leather boots were intact. showing his status as a lieutenant.

 Koizumi Reicheng, who witnessed his legs being burned on a wooden frame, felt that his eyes were cold at that moment. Isn't that what the so-called jade is broken?

 He really doesn’t want to make the same mistake as that unlucky guy!

Without the head, how can the soul return to its hometown? How can you hear the beautiful girl singing softly under the cherry blossom tree?

Therefore, as soon as he heard the distinctive muffled sound of Chinese machine guns, the Japanese captain immediately ran away with his head in his arms. If there was a hole in the ground, he would definitely be the first to get into it.

 The so-called pride of the Imperial Japanese Army. . . . . .

 Let’s put it away first! Those who don’t know how to let go will now turn into gray.

　　That is, the Chinese people are too unscrupulous, who would show their trump card before even meeting each other? The Japanese captain who turned over and hid in the broken house was extremely sad and angry.

In future terms, you are a special girl and you don’t have martial ethics!

"Damn! Missed!" Lei Xiong punched his thigh in annoyance, watching the shit-colored beasts in the distance leaping into the ruins like birds and beasts, a coldness flashed in his eyes: "But, hide in there Is there a ball for you? "The 20mm caliber machine gun can penetrate 17mm steel plate at a distance of 500 meters. The anti-aircraft machine gun originally used for anti-aircraft is often used to level Japanese tanks when the battle situation is critical.

Most of the residential buildings in Songhu are brick-concrete and wooden structures, and now only the ruins of the walls are left. Faced with the terrifying penetrating power of the shells, the protective power is not much stronger than a piece of paper.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” The muffled sound of the machine gun in Lei Xiong’s hand sounded again.

In the gaps between the many firepower points in Sihang Warehouse, hundreds of pairs of eyes and three telescopes cast their eager gazes on the battlefield where the Japanese troops were fleeing, watching clouds of smoke rising among the ruins.

One machine gun knocked down hundreds of people from nearly two infantry squadrons of the Japanese army.

On the banks of the Suzhou River, Western soldiers in neat uniforms stood on guard by the river. After hearing the muffled sound of machine guns, they jumped into the field fortifications that had been set up and patrolled the other side with wide eyes.

The refugees who had retreated to their temporary shacks under the corners of tall buildings pricked up their ears at that moment.

 Then, when they looked up to the opposite side, they saw dark blue military uniforms active on the four-row warehouse building only a few dozen meters away from them.

 That is the unique uniform color of the Chinese army.

 It’s our people who are at war with the Japanese invaders again!

  The Chinese people, who had already experienced a wave of excitement last night, were excited again.

Especially for men, because of the Japanese invasion, the warm home is gone. The gentle smile of the wife disappears and the face becomes increasingly haggard. The chubby little faces of the children are replaced by sallow and thin faces. The elderly and frail bodies of the parents can no longer withstand this. In the cold winter, as the heads of the family, they could only bring them some white porridge and fermented bean curd.

 Others, nothing can be done.

 A family can only live like wild dogs.

 Hateful towards the intruders, one can imagine.

They stood up, some broke away from their wives' hands holding the clothes and struggled to walk alone, and some simply picked up their sleeping sons.

 “Let’s go, son, daddy will take you to watch the officers fight the Japanese.”

 “Dad, I’m hungry!” The ignorant child didn’t understand anything, but he instinctively shouted that he was hungry.

“When you finish fighting the devil, daddy will buy you a cake!” The middle-aged man in the robe who picked up his son touched the last silver dollar in his pocket, looked at the dark blue figure not far away, and said resolutely.

 Let’s just celebrate in advance. I hope they can win this time.

 This may also be the most urgent wish of all the people rushing to the river.

 Across the river, it was once their home.

 It’s just that my home is gone.

 This concession is not home.

Their lives have been completely shrouded in darkness, and no one can see hope. Perhaps there is only those dark blue colors. As long as they do not give up the fight, there is still hope of returning home.

 (End of this chapter)