Rise from eight hundred

Chapter 65 I'm Your Fan

"What did Yin Teng Zhongji do? Let him call me back immediately!"

Wakiita Jiro looked at the red signal flares rising from the concession in the distance, his eyes widened suddenly, and the good mood he had just generated because the frontal attack was relatively smooth was suddenly thrown into the Pacific Ocean.

Without waiting for the call of the Japanese Colonel to ask questions, when he saw Western soldiers carrying light and heavy machine guns into the fortification, Yin Teng Zhongji knew that he had underestimated the determination of the commander of the coalition forces in the concession. If his bullets entered the concession, the other party would fire without hesitation. gun.

Damn yellow-haired ghost!Yin Teng Zhongji cursed angrily but finally backed away.

In the Concession, there is only one army brigade with more than [-] troops, which is naturally not in his eyes, but behind that represents millions of troops from Western countries, as well as giant ships that can make the entire empire tremble.

The desperate resistance of the weak will only cause contempt on the lips of the strong; but a warning from the strong is enough to make the weak not dare to take another step.

This is the basic rule of the biological world.

Yin Teng Zhong Er could only direct his anger on his subordinates, "Order the left and right flanks to prepare for an assault again, this time must be led by a lieutenant-level officer in person!"

At this time, due to the accurate shelling of the tank guns on the frontal battlefield, several sandbag fortifications were continuously destroyed in the building. The defending army had to replace the light machine guns. Only a few heavy machine guns could shoot after the shooting holes, but the shooting range was limited after all. , the Japanese army is more powerful.

The two infantry squads led by Tang Dao were all armed with submachine guns, and they stood guard as the people on the shore shouted indulgently, "Big knife! Slash at the heads of the devils".

The bodies of many soldiers trembled slightly again.

Only this time, not because of fear, but because of the people's shouting, the adrenaline surged, which was the most normal physiological response.

"Hit!" With Tang Dao's broken roar, the muzzle of the 22-barreled submachine gun stuck its head out of the trench, and began to shoot frantically forward.

The firepower is unparalleled, but the accuracy is average.

The reason is very simple. Before the war, Tang Dao strictly ordered everyone not to show their heads. The so-called shooting is nothing more than sticking out the hand and gun in the trench, aiming at the general direction and trying to pull the trigger.

Moreover, it is also required to take back the gun and re-shoot in another place to shoot a continuous shot. Anyway, the trench with a half-arc of more than 80 meters is enough for 22 people to jump back and forth.

The essence of the order is that it doesn't matter whether the Japanese army is killed or not, the important thing is that each of you is best not to break even a piece of oily skin.

If such an order was placed on the former Songhu front line, it is estimated that Tang Dao, the platoon leader, would be dismissed in minutes.

It's normal to be afraid of death, but such a waste of precious submachine gun bullets is not what the leader of the line should do.

However, Tang Dao was the biggest official in the front-line trenches at this moment, and even if the soldiers were puzzled, they could only follow the orders.

The company of officers and soldiers hiding on the second and third floors were also stunned by the cowardly operation of Tang Dao and the two infantry squads under his command.

After being on the front line for a long time, who has ever seen a soldier who is afraid of death?
Like the veteran Youzi Li Jiujin who knows how to protect himself, the sound of a cannonball piercing the sky will make him roll into a single soldier's defense hole within two seconds. Jin didn't say that he didn't even show his head, he just held a gun and hit the front for a while!

And let's go!Such soldiers who are afraid of death are not one or two, but a group, including the super soldier in the eyes of everyone - Tang Dao.

Look at his cautiousness, holding the gun in one hand, sticking to the ground, pulling the trigger for no more than 3 seconds, immediately retracting the gun, and rolling and crawling in the trench to re-fire in another place.

In addition to the speed of rolling and crawling still so fast, the style of pushing and pulling the bolt with one hand and accurately hitting the falling stones in the air has disappeared in the continuous tactical evasion.

Nima!Dad, this is dazzling!Many soldiers lying behind the shooting holes rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

But unfortunately, no matter how you rub it, the scene in front of you is real.

Hiyori!What is this!Lei Xiong, who had never had a chance to show his skills and could only stare at the movements of the Japanese army, widened his eyes involuntarily and blurted out a foul language.

It's just that the commander of the hot-tempered machine gun company didn't get angry easily this time. He felt that there was something tricky about it.

The officers who shared his thoughts were probably still in the majority.

Tang Dao may be cowardly, but it should never be at this time. After all, the decisive battle has not yet reached the last moment, right?
The sudden explosion of the 22-bar submachine gun actually shocked the Japanese. No matter how accurate it is, it is also a spray of hundreds of bullets in an instant!The four tanks that had approached more than 100 meters away were splattered by sparks from submachine gun bullets.

The Japanese infantry behind the tank collectively broke away from the protection of the tank and rushed to the ruins, dragging away the wounded who had just been hit by the way.

Originally, they also hoped to use the cover of the tank to advance a few tens of meters, and wait until they approached a position of nearly 100 meters before launching a charge.

But now it seems impossible.

The Chinese even ventured out of the warehouse and played 'sticking to the ground' with them. It was still the most traditional infantry attack tactics!

It turned out that Tang Dao's move of not showing his head and only exposing his muzzle for a while, but he accidentally shot a lot of bullets from under the tank site, just high enough to hit the Japanese calf behind the tank.

The formation of the Japanese infantry, which followed the tank's 'hen with chicks', was broken up.

It was this!The people who were still surprised suddenly realized.

Sure enough, he is indeed a super soldier. The tricks that seem to be greedy for life and fear of death contain profound meanings.

The cold-faced lieutenant Leng Feng said that he had written it down.

Taking advantage of the situation is important.

Four tanks stopped.

The 94mm heavy machine guns of the two Type 7.7 tanks hidden in the tanks began to turn their muzzle heights, and began to shoot at the trenches where the torrent of bullets was still erupting.

The 89mm guns of the other two 57 tanks were also adjusted to aim at the machine gun fortifications on the trenches that had not been completely destroyed.

"Boom! Boom!" Several sandbag fortifications protruding from the surface were mercilessly bombarded into wreckage by 57mm tanks.

The Japanese grenadier finally found a target they could bully. More than a dozen grenade launchers fired two waves of thirty grenades, blasting the front and back of the trench into a sea of ​​fire, and even a few grenades were accurately shot into the trench.

Visible to the naked eye, a plume of black smoke and flames rose from the trenches.

"Yo Xi! Blow up those stubborn Chinese people!" Toyoda Hideo, who was watching all this through the binoculars, showed joy on his face.

Although it is heroic for the Chinese to go out of the fortress to attack their own infantry, but under the iron hoof of the imperial chariot, no amount of heroism is but in vain.

The invincible imperial tank finally brought the confidence that the Japanese Major had once sunk out of the Mariana Trench again.

Compared with the Japanese army, the officers and soldiers upstairs obviously saw it more clearly. Several grenades exploded, but because the distance between each individual soldier was more than 4 meters, and because of the fierce Japanese offensive, the soldiers themselves were curled up in the trenches. , to well avoid the grenade shrapnel damage.

So, despite the fact that the Japanese army played very happily, in fact, the third row did not suffer any substantial damage, if you have to say that there is.

Lao Hei's face was darkened even more by the smoke of gunpowder, I don't know if it counts.

"Sir, if you want Tang Dao and the others to withdraw first, it's my machine gun company's turn to take action. I promise to make those broken things into real iron coffins." Lei Xiongxiang kept staring forward and didn't care about the battle situation in the warehouse. recommended by Lieutenant Colonel.

"Tang Dao runs much faster than you think!" Lieutenant Colonel Nunuzui. "If you don't believe me, see for yourself."

Lei Xiong looked down at the lookout hole, and grinned with a toothache.

It's just the moment when he fights again.

Tang Dao, the big platoon leader, had already taken the lead, carrying his gun along the traffic ditch, running very fast.

The undisguised kind.

The two infantry squads that followed him were in the twenties, and the speed seemed to be not slow, not even the shock wave of a wave of grenade explosions projected by the Japanese army.

Leng Feng
Well, this must be a show of weakness!Write down!
If you put it in the future, Lieutenant Leng is right. I am your fan.

(End of this chapter)