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The dense jet of bullets flew past their helmets and buttocks. As long as they move a little, they will immediately have a friendly and intimate contact with Xia Yang and their bullets.
"Captain Suzuki, what should we do? Their firepower is too" Before the kid could finish speaking, his head was cut off by a bullet from a heavy machine gun because he was raised a few centimeters too high.
Suzuki has been fighting for such a long time, and this is the first time that he has been suppressed like this by the firepower from the opposite side.
"Call air support! Call artillery support! We need support!!" Suzuki had no other choice. Under the dense jet of bullets, he shouted loudly while holding on to his helmet.
Seeing the Suzuki Squadron pinned down on the mountainside, not even daring to move their buttocks, General Lin cleared his throat and said: "II take back what I just said. It seems they can hold the Laoye Temple Highlands." !¡±
General Nie looked at Xia Yang and others on the battlefield, bullets and free money seemed to be coming to Suzuki Squadron, and thought to himself, where did this person get so many bullets?
They have five rounds of bullets for each soldier of the Eighth Route Army. The 115th Division is considered an elite. They come here to fight ambushes, so they have more bullets. Each soldier has fifteen rounds of bullets.
So when they shoot, they save bullets. Every time a shot is fired, it takes a long time to aim.
But Xia Yang and the others were completely different. General Nie and General Lin could see clearly that Shui'er's flower mechanism had never stopped since just now.
If we calculate this in terms of bullets, the bullets Xia Yang and the others consumed just now are equivalent to the ammunition consumed by their battalion in one battle.
The Japanese army's field airport is not far from here. After receiving a request for help from the transport team, a bomber squadron and a fighter squadron were immediately dispatched to fly to Pingxing Pass.
Not only the Japanese aviation unit, but also the Japanese 21st Brigade, which had already walked out of Pingxing Pass, received the rescue signal and immediately mobilized a regiment of troops to return to the transportation brigade.
Their co-captain is Mishima Jugo, who has been friends with the captain of the transport brigade for many years. After receiving the order, the people here immediately switched from the rear team to the front team and started running towards Pingxingguan.
The place where Ma Siyuan and the others were stationed was called Yima Ridge. This is the entrance and exit of Pingxing Pass. If the Japanese 21st Brigade wants to return to the transportation team trapped in the valley, the first thing they have to do is to pass through here.
Looking at the Japanese troops coming back for reinforcements on the road, Ma Siyuan, who was still watching the battle in the Pingxingguan Valley eagerly and complaining that Xia Yang couldn't call him in the battle, suddenly became energetic.
"His grandma, I said we could fight a regiment, and Commander Xia really organized a regiment!" Ma Siyuan was excited when fighting. At this time, when he saw the Japanese regiment charging here, he His eyes were so bent that they almost looked like crescent moons.
The two battalions of the Eighth Route Army also stationed on Yima Ridge were also ready for battle at this time.
The task they received was very simple, that is to stop all Japanese troops from entering the Pingxingguan Valley.
The strength of a Japanese army regiment can be said to be all over the mountains and plains. They wanted to seize the high ground here and then attack the Eighth Route Army's flanks along the ridge, thereby relieving the pressure on the Japanese transport team below the valley.
Ma Siyuan and two battalions of the Eighth Route Army stationed at Yimaling Highlands would not allow them to pass through here.
Just when the Japanese troops were about to charge up, Ma Siyuan's three heavy machine guns greeted them first.
This time they carried enough ammunition, but they would not be as frugal as the Eighth Route Army. Bullets, like free money, were sprayed by three heavy machine guns at the Japanese troops on the hillside.
The other soldiers under Ma Siyuan roared at this time with bolt-action rifles, automatic rifles, and Czech light machine guns in their hands.
The little devil¡¯s frontal firepower was not so ferocious. At this time, he could only be pinned on the hillside and did not dare to move.
The other two battalions of the Eighth Route Army were also fighting hard against the Japanese army. But compared to Ma Siyuan, their equipment was far behind.
Therefore, although their number is more than three times that of Ma Siyuan, their frontal firepower is not as good as Ma Siyuan's.
An old battalion commander of the Eighth Route Army looked at the Maxim heavy machine gun on Ma Siyuan's side with greed, and murmured: "When will we have so many Maxims, and we can spray bullets on the heads of the little devils for free!"
"Field artillery! Field artillery!" Suzuki shouted over there, letting the field artillery of the transport team in the valley provide him with fire support.
He is confident that as long as the field artillery of their brigade can fire half of the base number of shells for them, he can lead his soldiers to take down the Laoye Temple Highlands.
"Where's our mortar! It'll kill you!" Xia Yang shouted to Cai Heyuan.
Cai Heyuan made a no-question gesture to him, and then began to give orders to the mortar positions high up, asking them to start bombarding the Suzuki squadron lying on the mountainside.
With a whistling sound, almost at the same moment. The Japanese field artillery and Xia Yang's four mortars all fired shells.
It¡¯s just that Xia Yang and his group¡¯s mortar shells were aimed at the Suzuki Squadron, which was lying on the mountainside and didn¡¯t dare to move. The Japanese field artillery fired at their positions.
A burst of explosions came from Xia Yang's position. Although the kid's 60-meter cannon was small, it hit very accurately. Several shells landed directly on Xia Yang's position, blowing several soldiers away.
And halfway up the mountain, the Suzuki Squadron, which didn't even have a ditch or bunker, was much worse off than Xia Yang.
Especially what Xia Yang fired were high-explosive mortar shells purchased from Huangsha Baizhan System. The amount of powder inside is much larger than that of ordinary mortar shells.
Four mortar shells fell, and more than a dozen little Japs opened fire immediately. A few of the unlucky ones were blown to pieces, leaving a hole on the ground with minced meat and burnt clothing.
"Commander, the little Jaap's field artillery is quite ferocious! I'll bring a few brothers to kill him!" Cai Heyuan said loudly over there.
Xia Yang said: "No, I'll do it!"
After saying this, he picked up his Barrett sniper rifle and ran towards the sniper position he had set up before.
The sniper position is located between two boulders, with good visibility and quite hidden.
Looking through the gap between the two boulders, you can just see the three Japanese 60-mm artillery pieces.
"Grandma, let your cannon be opened!" Xia Yang cursed secretly, then pointed the sniper rifle in his hand at the little Japanese's field cannon. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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