A group of front-line defense trenches outside the south gate of Shenyang.

The fat son of a pork guy who had just joined the army held a Liao 13-year-old rifle and followed the veteran squad leader out of the artillery hole. He cautiously entered the trench section in charge of his squad.

"Load the bullets and unscrew the grenade back caps. I'll treat the little devil to you later!" The veteran squad leader was holding a 38 cap, which was said to have been seized in the battle at Beida Camp last night. He I am a private in the 3rd Battalion of the 620th Regiment of the 7th ** Brigade.

Now that the army has expanded, he has become a squad leader in charge of more than ten people in a regiment.

"Who is that? Did you hear what I said?" As the Japanese artillery fire continued to roar, the fat son of the pork guy was so frightened by the deafening sound of the artillery that he put his head in his hands and was shivering. He did not hear the squad leader's words at all. Order, the squad leader immediately asked loudly and anxiously.

"Hey, who is that? What the hell are you doing? I'm asking you something, do you know?" The squad leader kicked his ass with great dissatisfaction.

"Ah, squad leader, I, I'm afraid of having sex." The little pork guy turned around and looked up at the squad leader with a confused look on his face.

"What's your name?" Seeing the fear on his face, the monitor asked.

"My name is Niu Erzhu!" the little pork guy replied.

"Niu Erzhu, he looks quite strong, but he is quite timid." The squad leader said with great interest: "But it's no wonder, it's your first time on the battlefield, right?"

"Yeah." Niu Erzhu nodded dully.

"Hey, I fought with you back then. The new recruits were all like bears when they first entered the battlefield. Isn't there a saying in our army that recruits are afraid of cannons and veterans are afraid of trumpets? Actually, it's nothing. The enemy's cannons, listen. The roar was loud, but the formation was quite scary. As long as we just hide in the trenches and bunkers and don't run around, we won't be hit at all." As the squad leader spoke, some other recruits couldn't help but come over.

The squad leader simply explained patiently: "Wait a minute, follow my orders. When our company's light and heavy machine guns fire, we can just shoot him and beat him up. I have already explained it to you recruits. You don't have to be afraid of bullets." If it’s not enough, I’ll make it for you, and I’ll replenish it for you as much as you can.”

"Oh, you idiots are greedy for the good times. Each of the new recruits is equipped with one hundred and twenty rounds of ammunition. You don't have to pay attention to saving. I think when I first joined the army, each person only had five rounds of ammunition, which was not enough at once. After firing all three shots, you have to follow the commander and rush out to fight Wu Peifu's men with their bayonets red. A hand-to-hand fight would be a tragic one."

"Squad leader, why did you have such a small supply of bullets at that time, but we can get so many now?" Niu Erzhu asked inexplicably.

"It's not that our camp has a lot of money. Now we are backed by the big warehouse of Shenyang Arsenal. We have as many bullets, artillery shells and grenades as we need. We can make them again after they are used up. If we use them, we will feed them with bullets at any cost. , we must also train you new recruits into truly qualified soldiers as soon as possible.

Oh, he is our city defense commander in Fengtian City. He is the commander of our 3rd Battalion. Do you know about the battle at Peking University Camp last night? We killed more than 500 to 600 little Japanese without any casualties." The squad leader said about Zhang Xinghan, He couldn't help but look proud and proud.

In the minds of the officers and soldiers of the old 3rd Battalion, their admiration for Zhang Xinghan has already reached a level that cannot be replaced by anyone. As long as Zhang Xinghan says a word, even if they are asked to die, they will not hesitate to take the lead in the attack.

At the front, without fear.

"The Japanese are coming, prepare to fight!" At this time, a shrill roar came from the trench in the distance. It was the roar of the company commander Niu Erzhu's company.

"The little Japs are here, take your positions. Remember, don't be afraid. Try not to shake your hands when shooting. Don't be afraid of wasting bullets. Shoot hard. If the Japs get close, use a grenade to greet the son of a bitch."

He stood up quickly, pulled the bolt of the 38-cap gun in his hand, and gave instructions to a dozen of his subordinates.

Not a stranger, Niu Erzhu opened the safety of the steel gun in his hand, clicked the bolt, pushed the bullet into the chamber, and then slowly pointed the gun muzzle forward. His father was a butcher, and he spent many years in the mountains and forests.

During hunting, Niu Erzhu Erzhuer also learned a little bit about shooting, so it was not too unfamiliar to pick up the Liao Thirteen Years Style.

After emerging, Niu Erzhu could vaguely see Japanese soldiers in yellow military uniforms about a few hundred meters away, rushing towards their own position all over the mountains and plains.

As the distance approached, Niu Erzhu gradually saw clearly the bright and sharp bayonets on the muzzles of the rifles in the hands of the Japanese soldiers. Under the rays of the setting sun, they reflected a dazzling cold light, which was intimidating.

Niu Erzhu couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. He was a little nervous and turned to look at the squad leader. He saw that the squad leader was concentrating on raising his gun and aiming at the approaching Japanese soldiers. His whole body seemed to be petrified and motionless.

Seeing this, Niu Erzhu felt a little more at ease, and tried to start looking for the target.

Time passed by minute by second, and just as the front-line recruits, including Niu Erzhu, were waiting a little distracted and unbearable, on a silent regiment's machine gun position, dozens of light and heavy machine guns fired one after another.

roared.

"Click, click, click... click, click, click..." With the Shenyang Arsenal, the three garrison regiments have many more machine guns than ordinary Type A regiments. Just one company in the regiment is equipped with

Four Type 13 79 heavy machine guns were equipped. In addition, each squad was also equipped with two Czech light machine guns. This kind of machine gun ratio could not be matched by the elite of the Central Army 37 years later.

As soon as dozens of light and heavy machine guns opened fire, a harsh roar erupted, tongues of flame spurted out from the muzzles, and dense bullets rained down on the Japanese troops.

However, the Japanese army did not panic too much. The infantry formed a skirmish line and accelerated the charge. The mortars and grenadiers accompanying the charge were quickly looking for favorable positions and preparing for artillery fire to suppress them.

At the same time, the Japanese Taisho 3-year-old heavy machine guns and the Taisho 11-year-old light machine guns that accompanied the troops' charge also opened fire, engaging in fire exchanges to provide fire support for their own attacking troops.

As the distance approached, the riflemen on both sides also opened fire. For a time, the entire battlefield was filled with dense bullets, flying back and forth. People were shot and fell from time to time during the fierce battle, but the Japanese army as the attacker obviously had a higher share.

proportion.

In the trenches of the first regiment, Niu Erzhu had fired five shots in succession. Unfortunately, he failed to hit a single Japanese soldier. The battlefield was filled with bullets and explosions like thunder. How could it be compared to hunting?

Due to nervousness and fear, Niu Erzhu did not realize that the bullets in the chamber of his gun were empty, but kept pulling the trigger while roaring.

"Niu Erzhu, are you fucking stupid or what? Load bullets!" The squad leader who was shooting at the side noticed something unusual and couldn't help shouting angrily.

"Oh!" Niu Erzhu suddenly woke up and hurriedly touched the bullet bag on his body. In his nervousness, he spilled the full bullet bag all over the floor.

"You little bastard, you're so anxious, squat down and load up the bullets for me before you hit me. Without you, I won't be able to catch you!" The squad leader cursed angrily when he saw this.

Niu Erzhu then sat bald and leaning against the trench wall, breathing heavily and quickly, and began to grab the bullets scattered on the ground, and pressed them into the bullet chambers one by one with trembling hands.

After taking a few deep breaths and wiping the large beads of sweat on his forehead, Niu Erzhu roared, stood up and continued shooting with his gun.

"Bang!" A rifle bullet was fired from his gun, whirling and flying towards the crowd of Japanese soldiers.

"Poof!" About a hundred and fifty meters away, an unlucky Japanese soldier fell down in response.

Niu Erzhu was startled at first, and then said loudly and ecstatically: "Squad leader, I hit it, I hit it."

"I've seen it, good job Erzhu, just do it!" As the squad leader spoke, he pulled the trigger again. After knocking down a Japanese corps commander, he quickly entered the trench and skillfully took out a yellow-orange-orange weapon.

The bullets began to be loaded.

Niu Erzhu's confidence suddenly increased, and he began to aim at the next target with great excitement. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten his fear and nervousness because of his excitement.

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In a secret forward observation post on the Japanese attack position.

Seishiro Itagaki, who was personally commanding the front line, was holding a telescope to watch the battlefield where fierce fighting was taking place. He saw the warriors of his own imperial army being shot and falling to the ground under the dense and fierce firepower of the opponent.

Itagaki Seishiro couldn't help but frown, and said to the accompanying adjutant behind him: "How come the Shina's machine gun firepower is so powerful?"

"Sir, according to intelligence, a large amount of weapons and equipment has been stockpiled in the Shenyang Arsenal of the Northeastern Army. I guess that the defenders must have used the equipment stockpiled in the arsenal, so the firepower is so strong." The adjutant thought for a while and said.

"Order the troops to stop the attack, and the artillery troops will immediately launch fire strikes to destroy the Chinese machine gun positions." Itagaki Seishiro immediately ordered.

"Hai!" an adjutant behind him suddenly lowered his head and responded, then turned around and quickly took the order.

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At the same time, at the top of the South Gate of Shenyang.

Zhang Xinghan saw that the Japanese army, which had been attacking rapidly just now, suddenly stopped attacking and withdrew quickly like a tide. He immediately put down his telescope and said to the communications soldier behind him: "Immediately give an order to Gao Zhihang and ask him to quickly take off the bombers and target the Japanese artillery positions.

They will destroy the scum of my city and send the son of a bitch to the West!"

"Yes!" A communications soldier agreed in a loud voice, and immediately turned around and ran quickly towards the city.

The order was quickly transmitted to Shenyang Airport. After Gao Zhihang, who had been waiting for a long time, received the order, he immediately led more than 20 heavy bombers and more than a dozen fighter jets to take off from Shenyang Airport.

Sweeping across the sky above Shenyang, it headed straight for the south gate battlefield.

When the Shenyang soldiers and civilians in the city saw their own aircraft taking off, they couldn't help cheering and shouting "Long live the Air Force."

Gao Zhihang piloted a Gao Delong fighter plane and felt the cheers from the city of Shenyang. He was very relieved. As a member of the Northeast Army Air Force, he and his comrades could finally contribute to the folks in the Northeast.

At the top of the South Gate City, when he saw dozens of fighter planes flying overhead, Zhang Xinghan couldn't help but sigh: Gao Zhihang's famous name will be resounding throughout China starting in 1931. The Northeast Army Air Force has finally fulfilled their due responsibilities. And mission, from now on, the name of the Northeast Army's non-resistance will never appear again.
Chapter completed!