Xiaopenglai in the north of Wanggezhuang Bay is not a bay. When the 24th Brigade launched the landing, although the waves were six feet high, the progress was smooth. One hour before dawn, the 48th Regiment of the 24th Brigade

As the sampan towed by the motorboat sailed towards the shore, the face of Colonel Masayoshi Matsumae standing on the merchant ship was reflected in the morning sun. At this time, his eyes were full of determination.

"Even if we all die in battle, we will still capture Jiao'ao!"

Masayoshi Matsumae murmured softly in his heart.

The motorboat towed the sampan when it was still a hundred meters away from the shore. The motorboat stopped and the soldiers on the sampan began to row the boat towards the shore. Everyone looked nervously at the coast and the tragic situation in Wanggezhuang Bay.

It is still engraved in everyone's mind. When the water reached chest depth, soldiers carrying combat equipment began to enter the water.[]

Almost as soon as he jumped off the boat, Ichiro Machida felt that he was sinking into the mud. The beach exposed after the low tide was a black sand beach mixed with sea mud. Some soldiers carrying weapons sank deeper and deeper until they were drowned.

Drowned. It took almost a full hour or two for the others to struggle out to the solid sand.

At this time, it suddenly started to rain in the sky, but Masayoshi Matsukata, who climbed onto the small awning, breathed a sigh of relief, because just as the division commander had speculated, he did not encounter any resistance.

"Quickly, quickly, advance towards Wanggezhuang Bay!"

Although it was raining heavily and the road was muddy, the 48th Regiment quickly bypassed the small tent and marched towards Wanggezhuang Bay.

Due to the heavy rain, the sky was a bit gloomy. By the time the Japanese troops arrived, the rain had lightened up, because except for Laoshan Mountain and Xiaopenglai, there were not many obstructions on the ground. The machine gun positions set up high on the mountains had a good view.

It is so open that even if it is blocked by the rain, you can still see the figures in the distance.

"Attention, the enemy is coming from the direction of the small tent!"

Pointing to the figure flashing in the open ground between Xiaopenglai and Laoshan, Shi Mingtao shouted hurriedly.

"Damn it, I told you that a platoon should be arranged there"

But this was just a remark. Shi Mingtao knew that Xiaopenglai Mountain was much larger than this hill. Arranging a platoon there would not be effective at all. Arranging a battalion would make it difficult to ensure that they could complete the task of blocking the enemy.

After being able to safely withdraw, deploying a large number of defensive troops on the coastline where the enemy has an absolute firepower advantage is almost suicide.

A Type II standard machine gun team requires 6 people to maintain, including: machine gun commander, No. 1 is responsible for shooting, No. 2 is responsible for carrying the tripod, and No. 3, 4, and 5 are responsible for carrying ammunition, backup barrels, trenching tools and other items

In order to protect the commander, No. 1 and No. 2 are equipped with pistols, and the remaining three carry rifles. However, in actual use, many combat units will reduce the members of the machine gun team to only three people: the shooter, the deputy shooter (carrying the barrel and

Responsible for loading) and sight hand, sometimes even the sight hand is omitted, allowing the secondary shooter to take on this role.

At this time, Liang Shi's machine gun team was also reduced to three people and one machine gunner. One provided ammunition, and the other held a telescope to check the shooting effect, guiding the machine gunner to the target and correcting the shooting effect at any time.

"Have you adjusted it yet?"

Using a telescope to observe the enemy troops coming from the direction of the small tent, Li Cheng asked.

"Um!"

Nodding his head, Liang Shi didn't utter a word of nonsense. With his eyes close to the sight, his right hand suddenly pressed down the firing rod, and the machine gun fired.

Fatigue and soaked military uniforms tortured every soldier. When he charged towards the hill with his rifle, Machida had only one thought, which was to quickly knock down the hill, then warm himself up by the fire, dry his clothes, and finally

I was able to take a sip of wine when suddenly, gunshots were heard from the front.

The sound of gunfire continued to "sizzle...". The sound of the machine gun was different from the "pop" sound that Machida had heard before. The sound of the gunfire was like the sound of tearing cloth. When the sound of the gunfire came, the front

Suddenly there was a "pop" sound, and then several tongues of fire shot out across the vast ground.

"Pah, pah"

The enemy troops on the hills and the machine gunfire of the regiment's machine gunners intertwined, breaking the tranquility after the heavy rain. When the leading troops were fighting the enemy, Machida's squadron stopped advancing, and then under the command of the captain, began to concentrate its troops.

, prepare to launch an assault.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the heavy rain turned into light rain. The machine guns in front were screaming happily. But Machida, who was lying in the field, listened to the clearly discernible sound of the machine guns tearing cloth, but his heart was laughing from time to time. He raised his head and

At first, you can see the little birds on the treetops chirping "Qing Qing Qing" and flying in the sky.

Everywhere you can see the bare ground exposed after the sorghum was cut off. If it weren't for the sound of gunfire, what a peaceful and peaceful landscape it would be. It would be like Miller's "Evening Bell", a famous painting!

But at this time, the famous painting was completely destroyed by gunfire. At this moment, there was a violent whistle in the air. It was the fleet providing artillery cover. Listening to the whistle, Machida knew that the land in front of him was being bombarded.

It will be torn into a mess! And it will be smeared with the stench and blood of the corpse!

On the defensive position of the hillock, the officers and soldiers of the Eighth Company lay down in the foxholes one by one, staring at the movements of the Japanese troops in the open ground. After seeing them stop attacking, complaints burst out from their throats.

"There are people who have no one to support them. Why don't you charge? Come over here so I can shoot them with my rifle."

Before he finished speaking, there was a burst of howling in the air.

"Hidden, hidden..."

The roars of the non-commissioned officers and officers made the soldiers jump out of their positions one after another, running towards the anti-tilt position like flying, and completely shrinking themselves into the foxholes of the anti-tilt position. Some people had not fully entered the bunker, and the enemy

The shells fired from the ship fell like raindrops. In an instant, the position that was intact just now was filled with explosions, fireworks, and stones and soil lifted up by the shells fell overwhelmingly.

The officers and soldiers in the foxholes were shaken to pieces by the falling artillery fire. One soldier covered his ears with his hands and cursed.

"You damn little nose, you only need a few broken cannons to fight a war. If there are no cannons, I will fight them one on one with guns, and they will definitely not be able to defeat us!"

Just as he was talking, a heavy artillery shell fell. Hundreds of kilograms of artillery shells flattened one or two foxholes, and also lifted up several tons of soil, burying several officers and soldiers in the soil.

The bombardment lasted for more than ten minutes. After the shells plowed the hillock back and forth almost twice, the enemy's shelling at sea finally stopped, and the hilltop completely changed its appearance. There was no trace of green anymore. The once lush hilltops were now full of green.

The mud-colored soil was turned over, and there were some broken corpses scattered among it.

Shi Mingtao, who had survived the shelling, was the first to break out of the foxhole.

"Get into position quickly! The Japanese are about to attack!"

While shouting, he waved the submachine gun in his hand and rushed towards the position at the center of the mountain.

Most of the officers and soldiers' ears were already deafened by the Japanese artillery fire, so they couldn't hear the platoon leader's shouts. But as soon as they saw the platoon leader rushing out and waving his submachine gun, they all understood what was going on and rushed out with guns in hand.

He reached the anti-tilt position and returned to his fighting position. Without any further orders from the officer, he loaded the bullets into the chamber one by one, pulled out the safety guards of the grenades one by one, and placed them in convenient places one by one. Everything was done skillfully.

After finishing the work, he lay down on the bunker and stared at the movements of the Japanese troops down the mountain ahead with a pair of vigilant eyes.

The officer pointed his saber diagonally at the sky. The soldiers who had been huddled behind the fields stood up one after another, formed a loose line of skirmishers, and rushed towards the hills ahead. They had already determined that the Chinese defense line was there.

On the hill, as long as we capture it, we can open up a landing site. At this time, the hill is almost flattened by the navy's heavy artillery, and there will still be a few living people on it.

"call……"

Panting heavily, Machida charged with his rifle. Although the mud under his feet was sticky, Machida still rushed towards the mountain with all his strength. There was more and more mud on his boots, his feet became heavier and heavier, and his speed became faster and faster.

The slower the speed, the slower the speed made him understand that he, like everyone else, was a perfect target.

Suddenly a machine gun rang out, and in the frightening sound of tearing cloth, Machida heard screams ringing around him. He instinctively wanted to lie down on the ground, but at the moment he was about to lie down, he suddenly felt something like a gun on his chest.

It was as if he was hit by an air hammer. The air hammer hit him twice in succession. Before he could scream, he suddenly fell down in the muddy field. Blood and muddy water flowed out from under his body. His expression was full of energy.

disappeared from those eyes.

The sound of machine guns, screams, and groans echoed between heaven and earth. At this moment, the god of death was jubilant on the sorghum ground in Wanggezhuang, collecting life. Tracer bullets dragged red and green tracer lines in the air, and the light was continuous.

, formed a sickle composed of bullet rain in the air, and where the invisible sickle passed by, there would always be waves of bloody storms.

Even after the rain, the temperature was not high, but the high-intensity continuous shooting still made the barrel of the gun red. Because the enemy was too close, in order to save the time of changing the barrel, Liang Shi almost never changed the gun.

Instead, he ordered the deputy shooter to pour water directly on the barrel to cool the barrel. There were several buckets of water next to him, which were enough to cool the barrel.

"Pour water!"

Every time he fired about a hundred rounds of bullets, Liang Shi would calmly shout out this sentence. A pot of water was poured on the barrel of the gun, and only a burst of white water vapor would rise. When the water vapor blocked his sight, he would slow down for a while.

He would even take a cigarette handed to him by his comrades and take a few puffs to relax his nerves. When the steam faded away, he would join the battle again.

The machine gun screamed happily, and the brass cartridge cases kept jumping out and drawing dazzling arcs in the air. With one eye on the machine gun, watching the bullets taking away the lives of the enemy through the scope, Liang Shi didn't feel any strange feeling at all. He was on the position.

I couldn't feel the feeling of killing, but the Japanese troops rushed over and were knocked down by machine guns like wheat. The sense of accomplishment was difficult to describe in words, but for Liang Shi, he had no achievements.

feel.

Anyone who sees this scene will be amazed by his calmness. In fact, for Liang Shi, in his eyes, he is not carrying out a unilateral killing at this time, but just like his past training,

It's just that those fixed targets have now become moving targets, that's all. Therefore, he will not have any sense of accomplishment, or in other words, he will not have his shooting performance affected by that sense of accomplishment.

The shooting accuracy of the Type II machine gun mounted on a tripod is far from high-precision. It is far inferior to the Maxim machine gun. It can only be said to have average accuracy. However, compared to the Maxim machine gun, it has its own advantages. It is equipped with

The recoil shock absorber, firing rod and optical sight all make machine gun shooting like a game. Long-term continuous shooting will not make people feel tired at all, but at this time it is monotonous and there is no novelty in strafing.

, but it made people feel a little tired, but the glorious results inspired the shooters. Every time the machine gun sprayed out flames, it meant that a Japanese soldier fell.

The Japanese army that had just detoured from the direction of the small tent was obviously very angry. After the attacks were repelled, the frequency of the attacks also began to increase, and the scale became spectacular. However, in front of the Eighth Company, which occupies an excellent terrain advantage, their

The attacks were all in vain. From the moment they launched the charge, it was a long distance in front of them, and there were piles of corpses lying there.

In the muddy fields, marching quickly is a luxury. In this case, rushing through an open area of ​​several hundred meters blocked by machine guns is even more of a dream. Even if some lucky people are lucky enough to rush to the foot of the mountain, they can't.

It was even more difficult to attack up the mountain, not to mention the defense line waiting for them at the center of the mountain. In the end, most Japanese soldiers only heard the terrifying sound of machine gunfire like tearing cloth, which was even the last sound they heard.

Occasionally, some lucky people managed to rush to the foot of the mountain, and after escaping machine gun fire, they were killed by a landmine that suddenly exploded under their feet. Occasionally, when the landmine exploded in the air, there was no one left standing at the foot of the mountain.

The "lucky guy"

After shooting for an unknown amount of time, Liang Shi's side was covered with bullet casings. He no longer knew how many bullets he had fired. Those ammunition boxes were thrown everywhere. Fortunately, there were observers who could not only observe the enemy's movements, but also

It is your responsibility to open the ammunition box and pass the bullet chain to the ammunition supply hand, otherwise you will really be too busy.

What was under Liang Shi's feet was no longer soil gravel, but a pile of shiny bullet casings. They had covered all the surrounding areas. The original 250-round bullet chain had been lengthened, and each bullet

When there is a pause in shooting, the assistant shooter on the side will always pour a kettle on the barrel of the gun. The machine gun fort is filled with steam and smoke, the bullet casings ejected when the machine gun fires are flying, and the muzzle of the machine gun emits a charming flame. They are
To be continued...