The Bourne Counterattack

Chapter 9 Hunting Time
  He induced Japanese aircraft to bomb his own troops and wiped out a squadron at once. This can be regarded as a great victory on the Songhu battlefield!

When the news reached the rear, the old man heard the news and immediately sent a congratulatory message to the 88th Division in person. In the concession, major newspapers reported on this rare victory.

Anti-Japanese sentiment in the rear areas was unprecedentedly high.

The most obvious thing is that the morale on the front line has increased rapidly, and the decline on the frontal battlefield has been slightly curbed.

By then, all the pilots of a certain bomber squadron of the Japanese Naval Air Force, including the squadron leader, were all lined up, with their heads lowered, enduring the roaring anger of the squadron leader, and then slapped them with "crackling" slaps, and soon turned into a group of pig heads. .

As for the accusations made by the Army, the Navy does not acknowledge them at all. If they are wrong, they can be punished internally, but low-class people like you in the Army are not allowed to question the Imperial Japanese Navy!
  The Japanese army and navy had been wrangling over this matter for a long time, and finally the blame was placed on the Japanese plainclothes elite soldiers. Since everyone died, they should take the blame.

None of this has anything to do with Cheng Mo. He is learning to dig trenches from Wu Jianfeng and the others. This is a physical job that can make people temporarily forget all their fears and worries. The Japanese will definitely take revenge if they lose so much at once.

Right now it's just the calm before the war.

Next, the defense area of ​​the 262nd Brigade will definitely be violently attacked by the Japanese army, and retaliation will come faster than expected.

Lie down!
  A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from the position. It was the sound of artillery shells streaking across the sky and rubbing against the air.

The veterans were immediately alert and issued a warning.

The officers and soldiers of the entire position quickly entered the artillery cave. This time, it was serious. Cheng Mo was also lucky enough to see what positional warfare was.

He didn't wet his pants, but the palm of his hand holding the spear was wet.

The gunfire was rumbling outside, but he seemed not to hear the sound. His whole person entered a state that completely matched the "frightened" look in other people's eyes.

But only he knew that he was not frightened, but entered a state that was beyond words. What he could see and hear was different from usual.

The movement trajectory of any object slowed down in his eyes. In his eyes, objects that were very far away and very small seemed to be right in front of him, extremely clear.

Is this a time delay or an illusion?

In the blink of an eye, the feeling is still there.

After being astonished, he instantly became ecstatic. His golden finger finally came. Although it came late, it was better than nothing.

If this ability is not just a flash in the pan, it will greatly improve his survival probability on the battlefield...

"Cheng Mo, what are you doing? Come on, get ready to fight, the little Japs are coming!" Before he could figure out how to use this ability, Cheng Mo was pulled out of the shell-proof hole by Wu Jianfeng.

This state seems to have not been interrupted...

Lying in the trench with half of his head exposed, he saw the Japanese with four tanks in front and about a hundred people behind them, striding towards the national army position.

While attacking, the infantry artillery and mortar positions behind them continued to fire shells at the position, and the explosions on the position almost never stopped.

A Type 92 infantry artillery shell landed in a tunnel not far behind Cheng Mo. The mud and mud thrown up by the explosion buried Wu Jianfeng, Cheng Mo and others who were lying in the shooting position.

"Cheng Mo, Cheng Mo, are you okay..." It felt like someone was desperately trying to pull the dirt off his body, and then grabbed him by the back collar and pulled him out.

Cheng Mo spit out a mouthful of mud and let out a long sigh of relief. The blow just now almost choked him to death.

"Good boy, you almost scared me to death." Wu Jianfeng saw that Cheng Mo was fine, grinned, and lay down again holding the gun.

Cheng Mo shook off the dirt on his body and lay down. Where he looked, he saw that the little devil was in a skirmish attack formation and was already less than a hundred meters away from their position.

What Cheng Mo was holding was a Japanese Type 38 rifle that they had just captured. Originally, such a good gun was given to someone who had never been on the battlefield. Others had objections, but after killing that group of leading Japanese soldiers, Cheng Mo deserves the greatest credit.

He was given a Type 38 rifle, and no matter what objections the big guys had, they had to keep it to themselves.

Type 38 rifle, commonly known as: Type 38 rifle.

Throughout the entire Anti-Japanese War, this gun appeared most frequently. It was the standard rifle of the Japanese army and a classic gun.

The gun weighs 4 kilograms, is 1.3 meters long, is equipped with a Type 6.5 military spur, and has a 450mm caliber (pointed) rifle bullet with an effective range of ...

Dodo......

The mortars on the national army position began to roar, and the shells poured towards the Japanese tanks. The Japanese soldiers next to the tanks were instantly blown into the sky, turned 360 degrees in the air, and fell to the ground.

"Hit!"                                                        gunfire rang out on the position, the Maxim water‐cooled impact gun roared angrily, the bullet hit the armor of the Japs tank without any damage, but the Japs are flesh and blood after all, heavy machine gun bullets It has a large caliber, fast muzzle velocity, and huge power. As long as it is hit, half of your life will be taken away!
  There have been countless battles on the frontal battlefield, and the Chinese army has also summed up a lot of experience in fighting "thin-skinned" tanks like the Japanese.

Just flatten the barrel of the war defense gun and shoot flatly!
  A "bean chariot" like the Japanese only needs one shot to hit, and all the people and the vehicle are directly destroyed. It is truly "one shot into the soul".

But this could not stop the Japs' attack. As they rushed within a hundred meters of the trench where Cheng Mo and the others were ambushing, they began to shout "Wow!" and launched a fierce charge.

This is completely different from what was seen on TV and movies in later generations. The kind of fight that looks good is actually just child's play.

The danger of the battlefield has nothing to do with its beauty.

The Japs have very high individual combat qualities.

After a charge failed to achieve the intended effect, the Japanese naturally slowed down and began a tug-of-war with the officers and soldiers of the first battalion in front of the position.

At the same time, they began to call for a second artillery fire preparation.

There will be a gap of 5-10 minutes in between. At this time, the national army must seize the opportunity to complete a counterattack within this time and completely repel the Japanese. Otherwise, it will be miserable when the second round of artillery fire comes down.

"Cheng Mo, follow me, be careful not to run in a straight line!" Wu Jianfeng picked up the rifle in his hand, jumped onto the trench, and rushed towards the forward position.

"Okay." Cheng Mo agreed, but didn't make any move. He had fired a few shots just now and didn't hit any targets, but he was almost familiar with the 38-meter cap in his hand.

But, next, he was sure that it was his hunting time.

Bah!
  Cheng Mo pulled the trigger, and a Japanese machine gunner about 370 meters away from him fell down. The blood on his chest instantly soaked the brown earth beneath him.

First!
  This was the first Japanese that Cheng Mo killed on the battlefield. Adrenaline hormones surged instantly, and his hearing and vision seemed to be strengthened again!
  He was excited. The hard training over the past few days had paid off. It seemed that he had the potential to be a sniper. This feeling put Cheng Mo into an indescribable state.

Pull the bolt and load the second bullet!
  Pull the trigger!

Fire!

A Japanese soldier who was kneeling and aiming at Wu Jianfeng fell down. Wu Jianfeng happened to see this scene, but he was unable to react at the time. After the gunshot, he opened his eyes and saw that he was intact. But the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side were lying motionless.

Wu Jianfeng, who was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat, looked around and didn't find who saved him, but he didn't see Cheng Mo. When he turned around, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

Cheng Mo pulled the trigger in his hand, and a bullet flew towards a Japanese grenadier four hundred meters away.

Click!

This bullet pierced the prisoner's throat directly, and the bloody flowers bloomed, bright and dazzling!

Good marksmanship!
  There were still two bullets in the magazine. Cheng Mo did not immediately look for the target to shoot. Instead, he jumped up from the trench, held the gun, rolled on the spot, and advanced seven or eight meters, entering a crater. among.

A body of Pao Ze was dragged out from the crater and pushed to the edge of the crater.

"I'm sorry, brother, I will definitely kill more Japanese to avenge you!" Cheng Mo muttered, using Pao Ze's back as support.

Two consecutive shots were fired, and at the same time the magazine was emptied, the two Japanese soldiers also fell down.

If the shot that saved Wu Jianfeng just now was an accidental extraordinary performance, the two shots now, almost every shot took away a Japanese. This is simply the possession of the "gun god"!

Wu Jianfeng has been in the army for seven or eight years, and he has seen many outstanding people, but it is unprecedented for someone like Cheng Mo to perform such a miraculous performance on his first day on the battlefield.

Seeing this scene, he felt a breath of fresh air rushing straight to his forehead!

This is like eating popsicles in the dog days of summer, just one word: cool!

He took out five more bullets, pressed them into the magazine one by one, and then pressed another bullet directly into the barrel of the gun. Three rounds in a group, two groups can be solved at one time...

Cheng Mo was already furious at this moment.

Seeing so many of his robes sacrificed in front of his eyes, the blood in his body was burning and boiling, and with just one thought, he killed all the enemies he could see.

Wherever he looked, all the Japanese within four hundred meters were his targets.

Kill crazy!

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  (End of this chapter)