One after another, the artillery shells hit the Sichuan Army's position as if they were free of charge.

"Boom! Boom!...Boom!"

The mortar is more powerful than the Japs grenade, and has a longer range. In this jungle full of trees, it is more practical than some large-caliber mountain cannons.

Fortunately, the soldiers of the Sichuan Army obeyed Liao Mingyu's order and entered the trenches to hide in advance, otherwise the casualties would have been heavy.

Even so, there were occasionally one or two unlucky people who were directly hit by artillery shells in the trench pits, and the men and their guns were blown up directly.

"Wow!" A burst of mud from the explosion poured all over Liao Mingyu.

"Everyone lie down! Be prepared! The Japanese will not charge until the bombardment is over."

Swinging his helmet onto the mud, Liao Mingyu opened the bolt of his sniper rifle with a snap, loaded the bullet into the chamber, and shouted loudly around him.

After a few minutes, the sound of artillery fire gradually weakened and stopped. Almost a squadron of more than 100 Japanese soldiers was approaching the Sichuan Army's position!

"Everyone is here, get ready for battle! Put the Japs 200 meters before shooting."

Liao Mingyu ordered loudly: "Cui Yong! There is only one squadron of little Japs, so just arrange a machine gun group to shoot."

"Milong! I have suppressed your group of light machine gunners. The first wave of Japs was just a test attack. Don't expose all your firepower to me!"

"knew!"

"Yes! Captain."

They both answered immediately.

There are currently 200 people in the Sichuan Army. They have three heavy machine guns, four Czechs, and two Bren machine guns obtained from the British. There are also several Taisho 11s, and the overall firepower of the machine guns is more powerful than that of a reinforced battalion.

.Not counting the soldiers holding Thomsons, it would not be a good thing if all the firepower was exposed in the first wave of battle.

300 meters, 250 meters...the Japanese slowly approached the Sichuan Army's position.

Liao Mingyu took a deep breath.

A Japanese soldier charging forward appeared in his scope. The crosshairs were aimed at his shaking helmet.

"Bang!"

A stream of blood shot out from the running little devil's head, and he fell to the ground instantly.

This gunshot was like a signal, and the soldiers of the Sichuan Army who had been holding back for a long time opened fire one after another.

"Da da da da da...!"

"Bang bang bang...!"

Unique Czech gunfire sounded on the position. Soldiers holding Thomson guns in front of the position also poured bullets at the little devil.

Many of the Japs who were charging were shot and fell to the ground in an instant. Other Japs fired back one after another. However, the momentum of the charge was lost.

"Whoosh...whoosh"

Bullets were flying on the battlefield, and soldiers from both sides were constantly shot and fell to the ground. The injured soldiers of the Sichuan Army were quickly dragged to the rear by their comrades, where veterinarians, Li Erwa and others were giving them simple battlefield first aid.

Liao Mingyu stared at the front of the position intently, and pulled the trigger again with his ring finger.

"Bang!"

Another kid was hit. The 7.7mm bullet tore off half of his face.

Without looking at him again, he pulled the bolt with his thumb and index finger, quickly loaded the bullet, and pulled the trigger with his ring finger.

"Bang!...Bang!...Bang!"

Liao Mingyu used the Lee Enfield shooting technique commonly used by the British, shooting at the little devil one after another, just like a semi-automatic rifle. With his superb marksmanship, he almost killed him with a single shot.

"Click" The bullets in the magazine were quickly emptied. Liao Mingyu squatted down, took out a handful of bullets and quickly pressed them into the magazine, and raised the gun to shoot again.

This shooting technique was nicknamed the Crazy Minute by British soldiers. It refers to using a Lee-Enfield rifle to fire 30 shots in a minute, just like a semi-automatic rifle. It brings a strong sense of oppression to the enemy, which is worthy of the name.

It is the pinnacle of bolt-action rifle shooting speed.

"Everyone is stable, keep your head down, there are enough bullets, just fire at the little devil!"

"Get up! Why are you trembling? Is the gun in your hand a fire stick?"

"Don't get together! The Japanese grenade will be reimbursed for you all once it's fired!"

Meng Fangliao and several veterans at Yaoma were shuttling back and forth in the trenches to stabilize the front.

There are many new soldiers who are new to the battlefield, and they are inevitably unfamiliar and scared when they go to the battlefield for the first time. In order to help them grow up quickly, Liao Mingyu specially arranged for a few people from Meng Fan to teach them on the battlefield.

"Da da da da da!"

Mi Long kept shooting in the Czech style. This Northeastern man was tall and well built, and was born to be a machine gunner.

But this guy's accuracy is really not worthy of praise. He can only shoot continuously, and sometimes it takes only one magazine to kill one or two Japs.

"Click."

Mi Long finished another magazine. He kicked Doubian who was lying on the side holding his head: "Why are you pretending to be dead? Where is the magazine? Get it quickly."

Seeing this, Liao Mingyu shook his head inwardly. It seemed that after this battle, he must be given a good training.

Whose light machine gun does this? It’s a waste of bullets!

In contrast, Cui Yong was much more experienced. He held back his temper and waited for the opportunity. When the little Japs were lying down and shooting at the Sichuan Army, he did not fire immediately until one of the little Japs, Sergeant Cao, commanded the team to get up and charge.

, his finger instantly tightened on Maxim's trigger.

“Da da da da da…!”

Bullets were scattered like ink on the charging crowd of Japanese soldiers. The Japanese soldiers fell in pieces like wheat cut by a sickle.

The fragile human body looks so vulnerable in the face of heavy firepower weapons.

Cui Yong deserves to be called an experienced machine gunner. When he shoots, he shoots at crowded places. A string of bullets will cover a large area.

When the little devils are attacking in skirmishes, he will use three to five short bursts to make the little devils who charge forward "dance in the air". He can always pour firepower onto the battlefield at the right time.

key position without wasting any bullet.

Cui Yong shot out a bullet chain in less than a minute, but his efficiency was much greater than that of Mi Long. The long series of shooting just now killed at least 20 or 30 Japanese soldiers, half an infantry squad!

The Japanese couldn't stand it anymore. Within a quarter of an hour of the attack, one squadron suffered more than half of its casualties. Before others could take any action, the squadron leader helplessly commanded the remaining soldiers to start retreating. The Chinese people had too much firepower!

The Japs began to retreat, and the soldiers of the Sichuan Army would definitely not miss the opportunity to beat the drowned dogs. They beat them hard on the buttocks. The Japs left more than a dozen corpses behind when they retreated. In the end, they were embarrassed and carried many

30 people withdrew from the battlefield

The soldiers of the Sichuan Army cheered happily. The veterans were fine, and the recruits were so excited that they danced with excitement. They didn't expect the little devil to be beaten away so easily.

Liao Mingyu was not surprised at all. Using strong firepower and reasonable arrangements, the Japs did not reach 50 meters in front of the position during the entire attack. He used a telescope to closely observe the movements of the Japanese on the opposite side. The battle just now was just an appetizer.

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"Commander, report the casualties!"

"Report to the team! 12 people were killed in the battle, 4 were slightly injured, and 3 were seriously injured. The slightly injured will not affect the battle!" Meng Fanle immediately ran over and answered.

There were a total of 19 casualties, which was quite acceptable, Liao Mingyu thought. If you know which Chinese army could achieve a 2:1 battle loss ratio with the Japanese on the frontal battlefield during the Anti-Japanese War, it would be considered the best among the best.

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"Let the brothers check the equipment and reorganize the position." Liao Mingyu ordered him: "Is the condition of the new soldiers okay?"

"Yes, Tuanzuo! Hehe, those guys were so scared that they almost peed. They were lying there with their butts stuck out like big quails. But after this victory, they all dared to shoot. Slowly

Just practice." Meng Fanxiao joked.

"It's so annoying. By the way, weren't you the same before?" Kaname ran over and joked.

"Okay, stop fighting, hurry up, the next wave of Japanese attacks won't take long." Liao Mingyu interrupted their fun.

"Cui Yong, your machine gun position needs to be moved. The attack was so fierce just now. The kid will definitely remember you. Don't let the kid kill you with one shot!"
Chapter completed!