my bright sword career

Chapter 69
Wearing a helmet and holding an MP40 submachine gun, Nong Tiancai, the commander of the third company, hid behind a rock and shouted loudly, "Brothers, I won't talk nonsense. The battalion and regiment are watching us from behind. The company's task is to take down Qixia Pass before the reinforcements from the devils arrive, and fight a way out for the brothers in the regiment.

Zhao Tieshan, the task of covering is left to your artillery platoon, don't be stingy with the shells, they will naturally replenish us after the group is finished.Each machine gun team must cover the brothers in front, and start attacking now! "

Suppressive fire has been a core tactic of the Vigilante since its inception.

After any recruit has just taken over the training, the first tactical skill taught to them by the officers is how to fight under the cover of artillery fire. Without the cover of artillery fire, use a machine gun, and without a machine gun, use a submachine gun or even a grenade.

All in all, we must gain superiority in firepower in local areas.

"Company commander, don't worry, our artillery platoon will never show off." In a hurry, Zhao Tieshan even revealed his hometown dialect.

The cold wind in March blows away the thick gunpowder smoke that hangs over Qixia Pass, and the black smoke that fills the sky over the top of the mountain envelops everything gently.

Just as the surviving Japanese soldiers poked their heads out from their respective bunkers, the militia launched an attack again. Although they were attacking upwards, they were still full of momentum, and they used their killers from the beginning.

After the expansion, Gao Hongming equipped the mortars to the first-level unit of the company, so in addition to the three infantry platoons, the third company also had an artillery platoon (equipped with three M2 60mm mortars) and a machine gun platoon (equipped with Four MG42 general purpose machine guns).

As soon as the battle started, the artillery platoon bombarded more than 200 meters in front of it continuously, and shells continued to explode where the Japanese army was hiding.

After 3 minutes, the shelling of the artillery platoon stopped.

When the gunfire stopped, Miura Masao endured the pain in his ears, and he could no longer hear any other sounds except for the buzzing in his head. He seemed to feel liquid flowing out of his ears, so he touched it with his hand. a bit.

It turned out to be blood. Masao Miura's ears were bleeding out from the shelling just now.

He looked around and found that one of his guards was bending over and lying less than five meters away from him.

He bent down and ran over, and patted the guard a few times, but the guard didn't respond at all. He quickly turned the guard over and found that the guard's eyes were wide open and his mouth was wide open. It turned out that he had been killed by the bomb.

"idiot!"

Masao Miura cursed in a low voice, and just as he was about to hear a burst of gunshots coming from the front, the Huaxia people on the opposite side attacked again.

"Ono...Ono..."

Masao Miura yelled loudly, it was the name of his other guard.

"Your Excellency, I am here."

Accompanied by the sound, another guard climbed out of a bomb crater not far away and trotted to his side.

"Your Majesty, shall we retreat quickly?"

Masao Miura shook his head: "No, the Chinese are fighting very tightly now. We are now halfway up the mountain. Once we retreat, we will be their live targets. Immediately summon soldiers to fight back."

After finishing speaking, he put the whistle hanging around his neck into his mouth, and started chasing vigorously. The sound was long and short, which was an order to fight back on the spot.

The battlefield is full of gunpowder and the sound of guns is rumbling. How to convey orders in a timely and effective manner has become a problem. As a simple and easy-to-carry tool, the whistle has become the first choice of many troops.

Especially for low-ranking officers, the whistle is a very effective tool. Officers can use the whistle to convey their orders to their subordinates within a certain distance on the battlefield.

When the whistle sounded, the surviving Japanese soldiers around got up from the ground one after another and shot at the Chinese army down the mountain, and the gunshots erupted for a while.

But as soon as the two sides exchanged fire, Masao Miura felt that his own firepower was completely suppressed.

The opponent's machine gun fired like a violent storm, and the dense bullets flew non-stop on the hillside. He could even hear the "swoosh" sound of a few stray bullets flying over his head. There is no way to fight back.

"Hurry up... machine gun... is there a light machine gun... hurry up and set it up!

Grenadier team, where is it?Quickly suppress the opponent's machine gun! "

Miura was in a hurry. At this time, he felt for the first time the helplessness and aggrievedness of his old opponent, the soldiers of the national army.

After some searching, he really found it.

This is a machine gun team with an 11-year-old machine gun commonly known as a crooked handle.

It's not that Masao Miura didn't want to find the Type 55.3 heavy machine gun, but he knew it was unrealistic at all. The Type [-] heavy machine gun was too heavy, reaching [-] kg.

This also means that the maneuverability of this heavy machine gun is very poor. Once it is placed on the battlefield, it can only spray ammunition on the spot and cannot move at will.

After all, no matter how strong a soldier is, he can't carry a big guy weighing more than 100 kilograms, so he can only abandon it at the foot of the mountain when retreating.

"Da da da... da da da..."

The sound of the 11-year machine gun suddenly sounded, and a soldier who was touching up from the bottom of the mountain immediately fell into a pool of blood.

The rest of the soldiers immediately fell down, only to hear a shout from the front, and two black objects were thrown from below around the soldier lying in a pool of blood, and soon a puff of thick smoke surrounded the soldier .

"Zhao Tieshan, are you fucking blind? Did you see that machine gun on the opposite side?"

Zhao Tieshan, who was relying on mortars to follow the troops, was scolded by Nong Tiancai.

The commanders on the battlefield are irritable, because there are soldiers bleeding and dying here every moment, and even the best-tempered people will scold their mothers when they come here.

"Quick... quick..."

After finally finding an open space behind the back slope on the middle of the hill, the gunner first put down the baffle, and one gunner pulled out the shovel behind his back and quickly dug a shallow pit, then put down the baffle, jumped up and stepped on it twice .

Then install the gun barrel, tripod and scope, adjust a little bit, and the preparation work is completed, and the preparation process is only less than 2 minutes.

"One shot is good... Second shot is good... Three shots are good..."

Zhao Tieshan glanced at the machine gun that was spewing flames more than 200 meters away, "Everyone listen to my password... Zero charge... 200 Japanese machine gun positions in front of the target, high-explosive bombs... release!"

The gunners let go of the shells and crouched down.

First, there was a slight sound of friction between the shell and the tube wall. Under the action of gravity, the shell slid into the bottom by itself and collided with the firing pin.Then after triggering the primer, it rushed out of the barrel under the push of gunpowder.

"Dangdang!"

A shell soared into the sky, gliding in the air for a few seconds and then landed on the opposite hillside...

(End of this chapter)