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"Hit!" He thought silently in his heart. The bullet that flew out seemed to have been injected with Xia Yang's thoughts. After traveling a distance of five to six hundred meters, it directly hit the machine gunner's head.
The machine gun suddenly misfired.
Hu Sanyi clapped his hands and said, "Tuanzuo, that's awesome! You can hit him from such a distance!"
As he was talking, he discovered that the Japanese charging troops had arrived more than 200 meters away from the hillside.
When they reached this range, they began to crawl forward, instead of charging quickly with their heads bowed and bent as before. This is done to minimize the impact area and reduce the probability of being hit by a bullet.
At the same time, they also began to alternately cover and fire, suppressing Xia Yang and their positions with firepower.
The gunfire from the Japanese army was very intensive. After Xia Yang killed one machine gunner, another machine gunner immediately took over that man's squad and continued to shoot at the fourth regiment's position.
¡°Beep beep beep!¡±
When the Japanese Army's Type 92 heavy machine gun fires, it sounds like a woodpecker pecking at a tree.
This kind of machine gun uses spring plates to feed ammunition, and can fire thirty rounds of bullets at a time. Later, the bullet plate needs to be replaced, so its firing continuity is not as good as the Maxim heavy machine gun.
Xia Yang didn't dare to show his head and shoot at this time. The little devil's marksmanship was very accurate. They have already entered the shooting range. As soon as they emerge from their positions, they may become the first target of the Japanese army's shooting.
"Put the little devil closer!" Xia Yang ordered, telling the soldiers on the position not to rush to shoot.
In less than five minutes, the charging Japanese troops had already begun to climb the slope.
It was only then that Xia Yang roared: "Fire!!"
With Xia Yang¡¯s order, the firepower points on the position roared almost at the same moment.
First, the two heavy machine guns distributed on the flanks formed a cross fire, shooting bullets on the Japanese skirmisher line.
There are also ordinary soldiers on the position who use their rifles to shoot at the Japanese troops below.
For a time, the firepower network formed by the intertwined bullets almost completely covered the skirmisher line in front of the Japanese army.
Ichir¨ Banishi looked at the Japanese infantry who were unable to move forward, frowned and said: "With such fierce firepower, they must be the fourth regiment that was stationed all over the city."
With that said, he continued to give the order: "Order the mortar squad to carry out continuous fire suppression on the enemy positions. At the same time, let the frontline troops focus on solving the enemy's fire support points and machine gun positions!"
Even if Ichiro Banishi didn¡¯t say anything, the Japanese troops fighting on the front line had already begun to do this.
They have rich combat experience and naturally know how to fight this kind of battle.
The heavy machine guns and light machine guns on both sides displayed their respective powers to their maximum at this time.
At this moment, a loud noise came, and the heavy machine gun position on the left side of the hilltop position was blown up by the little Japanese's grenade.
The kid is really good at playing with grenades. At this distance, some experienced veterans can knock out one of Xia Yang's heavy machine gun positions with two or three grenades.
Xia Yang yelled: "Didn't they ask them to pay attention to the displacement?"
Although he said this, he also knew that in the fierce battle. Light machine guns can be moved, but heavy machine guns are not that flexible.
And if the heavy machine gun is frequently displaced, it will also cause big problems in the continuity of firepower, and it will not be able to exert the power that the heavy machine gun should have.
"Where's our mortar! Knock off the grenade launcher of the little devil!" Hu San also started to yell.
On the top of the slope, Jiang Zhongshu stretched out his long neck, looking down and shouting to Zhang Zhihui behind him: "Old Zhang, something big has happened. The little devil's grenade has killed all our heavy machine guns." Come on, try to kill their grenades."
Zhang Zhihui was not as courageous as Jiang Zhongshu, so he hunched his head and looked down, searching for the location of the Japanese grenade. While starting to adjust the shooting angle and distance for the mortars behind.
"It's done! Blast him!" Zhang Zhihui yelled, and then two mortars were fired, directly hitting the feet of a Japanese grenade veteran.
"Boom!" A Japs who had just planned to bombard the fourth regiment's position with a grenade was blown away.
Those two mortar shells, although not very accurateIt landed on the top of the devil's head.
But weapons like cannonballs are not like bullets. They must hit you to cause fatal damage to you. As long as your body is within the killing range of the artillery shell, a high-explosive artillery shell can easily take away a group of little devils to see God.
Seeing that one of the grenade tubes was knocked off, Jiang Zhongshu, who was in charge of the observation, cheered, stretched out his long neck, and continued to search for the target on the battlefield.
This person is also blessed with great fortune. Anyone who stretches his or her neck to observe on the battlefield will basically not be able to escape the fate of being shot.
"But Jiang Zhongshu was blessed with great fortune. Even the stray bullet hit him on the helmet and did not cause fatal injuries to him.
The two mortars were used as sniper rifles in their hands. They were on the top of the slope, looking for key targets of the Japanese army, and then fired artillery to clear them.
The firepower of both sides was exerted to the extreme in the state of war.
Although the Japanese infantry were suppressed by the firepower on the hillside, they still charged forward like crazy. Above their heads, the Type 92 heavy machine gun can be seen, leaving dense ballistic trajectories when it conducts overshooting shooting.
These heavy machine guns of the little devils directly raised the muzzle of the heavy machine gun, causing the bullets to fall on the deep positions of the fourth regiment in a parabolic trajectory.
Soldiers were constantly being hit by Japanese heavy machine gun bullets.
The medical soldiers crawled in the trenches and pulled down the soldiers who had been shot and fell to the ground one by one. Some of them were even able to perform simple bandages.
"Xiao Fang! Xiao Fang! Say something!" Tan Shengtang, an old medical team member of the guard company, shouted the name of medical team member Fang Jingyi.
"Captain, his intestines are leaking out, what should we do?" Fang Jingyi shouted loudly, covering the broken stomach of a soldier.
There was a huge gap in the soldier's stomach, which had just been blown open by the Japs' mortar. His intestines kept flowing toward me along the gap in his belly. The soldier went into shock due to the severe pain.
Tan Shengtang crawled to Fang Jingyi's side, glanced down at the soldier, pulled Fang Jingyi and said: "Don't bother, go save the other wounded! I will deal with him!" (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel .com