Chapter 5: The Little Child (15th)

Hearing the shrill scream of his own battalion commander, several puppet soldiers rushing in the front row clamped their thighs at the same time. Without even aiming the rifle in their hands, they pulled the trigger directly.

This mistake, coupled with the inherent design flaws of the rifle, brought about absolutely fatal consequences. Dozens of bullets flew out, but only caused two casualties to the guerrillas. The rest of the soldiers who had just emerged from the traffic ditch made a little adjustment, and without hesitation, shot the puppet soldiers in front of them with a bayonet.

"Bang." Within less than half a meter, the impact of the bayonet on shooting accuracy is completely negligible. The 38-gun bullet, the world's highest borehole speed, pierced each puppet army headed by the bayonet. The kinetic energy of the bullet head after it penetrated the body quickly decreased, either missing the direction through the gap between the puppet army, or continuing to hit another unlucky person, rolling, rotating in the latter's body, tearing a bloody hole.

"Ah." Among the first wave of puppet troops who were most active in charge, more than twenty fell down instantly, and the rest were holding the already firing rifle. They could not remember to pull the bolt to reset the position, nor could they remember to turn around and escape, trembling and soft all over.

The puppet army rushing in the second wave didn't know what was going on ahead, and they still shouted with their weapons, "Roar, the imperial army is watching us behind the back, ah,,."

Staring with deformed eyes, they saw clearly the tragic situation of several dead people in front of them, especially the unlucky guys who had eaten second-hand guns. The holes in their stomachs were as big as fists, leaking out the intestines and stomachs inside. But there were many people next to the corpse who had been injured through the piercing. While turning their bodies, they struggled in a pool of blood, they reached out to the traitor teammates around them, "Save, save me, please, save."

"Go ahead three steps." Before the first two waves of puppet troops recovered from the shock, the guerrillas in the trench had moved, stepping on the edge of the trench that was blown into a slope by shells, and quickly advanced forward. "One, two, stab." With Zhang Songling's command, they stabbed the bayonet in front of the 38th Great Galler as they did during their usual practice, and the puppet troops stood in a daze. In the blade, the red knife came out, and blood came out like a fountain of the bayonet, dyeing each guerrilla from head to toe red.

The gun body of the 128 cm, plus a bayonet of more than 50 cm, and the total length of 38 covers of up to 1.66 meters can be used as a spear in hand-to-hand combat. However, the puppet army's high-end 44 goods specially designed for cavalry were only 95 cm in length, and they could not even barely resist. They could only watch the white and bright knife stabbed towards their chest, and then screamed in despair, and fell to their backs, (Note 1)

But the rifles in both sides did not have continuous shooting function. The puppet soldiers, who clearly had at least three bullets in the barrel, were all crying without tears. They wanted to pull the bolt again and fire at the guerrillas. The bloody blade was about to hit their chests. They wanted to muster up the courage to fight with the Tujiao Route Army, but they did not make any preparations in advance. At this moment, there was no time to install a triangular bayonet. Seeing that the teammates in front were stabbed to the ground by the Tujiao Route Army one by one, they were about to be the turn of their next one. The morale that had finally been raised quickly collapsed. They screamed and ran away.

"Battle, bayonet." The puppet soldiers who were crying and fleeing from the trench collided head-on with their teammates who rushed up from the third wave. You pushed me and I pushed you, and quickly squeezed into a huge lump of flesh. Several Japanese machine gunners who were responsible for providing fire cover for the puppet army could see shaking "people" in their sight. They could not find the opportunity to fire at the Tujiao Route alone. A little far away from the lump, there was a fourth wave and the fifth wave of unknown puppet troops continued to rush forward, blocking the Japanese machine gunner's vision even more tightly.

"One, two, stab." The actions of the guerrillas were not affected by the chaos of the puppet army at all. Under the monotonous and clear command, they continued to move forward mechanically, with white knife in and red knife out, just like a high-speed murder machine, which rolled down the puppet army standing in front of them, pushing them down in rows of rows to the distance.

In close combat, the killing effect of the bayonet is far higher than that of a single-shot rifle. Especially when the courage and training degree of the enemy and us are very different, the effect almost becomes a unilateral massacre. After the guerrillas stabbed a puppet army to death, they did not have to waste time pulling the bolt. They directly pulled out the hot bayonet from the corpse and continued to stab the next enemy. In the blink of an eye, more than thirty puppet soldiers became ghosts under the sword under the noses of their accomplices. They were covered in blood, and their eyes were so painful that their faces were deformed. The tragedy at the end of their lives was even more shrill than the killed pigs.

The impact of close combat on morale by hand and hand combat is far greater than that of rifle shooting. When the guerrillas pulled the bayonet from the corpse for the third time, the puppet army crowded into a group on the opposite side had completely collapsed. Whether it was the two waves of the puppet army that rushed up in the front, the third wave that only suffered minor losses, and the fourth and fifth waves that almost suffered no losses, they all turned their heads together, dropped the rifle, joined the escape army, and fled backward at a speed three times faster than when they attacked.

"Disper, disperse, don't block Taijun's way." The little lama was wrapped in the crowd by the puppet army, stumbled back, and ran, waving the turtle box and shouting loudly, encouraging the puppet army beside him to turn around and fight bayonets with the Tujiao Route. He didn't dare to have similar courage, nor did he have the ability, but reminded the minions to take the initiative to disperse when they ran back and don't block the "Japanese Taijun". He could basically do it. Those "Japanese Taijun" were angry, but no matter whether the brigade was their accomplices or not, those who dared to attack their attacking queue would definitely be shot into a sieve with machine guns on the spot, and there was no place to shout for injustice afterwards.

"Retreat to both sides, and get out of the battlefield for Taijun." The confidants who were temporarily promoted by the little lama were also clever. Knowing that it was impossible to regain the team at this moment, they simply settled down and decided not to provoke the Japanese to get angry as the first goal. During the run, they all opened their throats to repeat the instructions of the regiment commander over and over again.

Under their reminder, the puppet troops who were retreating in panic finally recovered a little bit of their minds, turned their bodies one after another, and moved away from the Eryu Squadron, which was advancing forward quickly, and took the initiative to retreat to both sides of the battlefield.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." Several thunders deployed on both wings of the battlefield were accidentally pulled by the puppet soldiers and bombed one after another, throwing several corpses into the air. The fleeing puppet soldiers were stunned. The two wings of the battlefield were crowded into two bumps again. They neither dared to continue to break into the depths of the "mine zone" nor dared to block the front of the narrow battlefield to affect the Japanese. They were like soulless zombies, staring at their empty eyes and wandering on the spot.

What surprised the puppet soldiers was that this time, Ojima, who had already expected that they would retreat in this way, did not order their Japanese soldiers to carry out indiscriminate massacres, but completely ignored their existence and directly targeted the guerrilla warriors who had stopped chasing the puppet army. "A small team, speed up and rush up, don't give Tujiao Route the opportunity to retreat to the trenches." In the chaos, Ojima's pure Tokyo accent Japanese seemed particularly harsh. The Japanese squad leader Miyake, who received the order, frowned, and immediately led more than 50 Japanese soldiers to start accelerating, and rushed towards the trenches against the puppet army.

"Ping, ping, ping." The 38th gun fire sounded one after another. In order to ensure the speed of the propulsion, the Japanese soldiers in the first team of Eryu Squadron did not stop and aim and shoot at the guerrillas, but fired continuously while running. This kind of shooting method caused the bullets fired by the rifle to miss the correctness. After one round of shooting, only two or three guerrillas were shot and blood spilled on the battlefield. The rest of the guerrillas quickly searched for the corpses of the puppet army as cover, lying on the ground to pull the bolts, and intercepted and fired the Japanese soldiers who came up.

"Ping, Ping, Ping." The bullets shot into the Japanese with hatred and sent them back to their hometown one by one. Even in a hurry, the guerrillas still fought very well. Six and seven Japanese devils who rushed to the front were shot against each other by Japanese bullets, and staggered down with unwillingness on their faces. The rest of the Japanese soldiers quickly dispersed into clusters, three or two in groups, and pulled the bolt skillfully while running, aiming at the same target and pulling the trigger.

"Dadadada, dadadada, dadadada" has advanced to several crooked machine guns that are only more than 100 meters away from the position. Through the gap between the puppet army, a string of fire snakes were spit out at the guerrillas' hideout. Two guerrilla soldiers aiming at the Japanese were unfortunately swept by machine guns, and their whole body was pushed and jumped up from the ground with bullets, shaking in the air like a puppet. "Dadongdongdong, dongdongdongdong, dongdongdongdong" Further away, the Japanese heavy machine guns finally found an opportunity to fire rows of bullets and tear the two unconscious guerrillas into pieces of flesh and blood.

The firepower of the guerrillas was quickly suppressed. After the soldiers were temporarily found, they were pressed by machine guns and rifle bullets and could not look up. Zhang Songling put down the 38th cover and took the grenade launcher from Xiaobatu who had been following him, trying to fight the Japanese. However, his several attempts quickly ended in failure. The well-trained Japanese soldiers did not give him any mobile phones. As long as they saw someone appearing from behind the corpse, they aimed at a few rifles at the same time.

"Dadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada" The Japanese light machine gunner seemed to see that there was a hidden threat in Zhang Songling's location. He turned the gun and repeatedly shot at his head. Zhang Songling was forced to lie on the ground and crawled towards the body of a dead horse not far from him, trying to change directions and launch a counterattack again. The man had just climbed halfway, "Boom." With a sound, a forty-eight-flavored grenade exploded at close range, swallowing him up in a piece of gunpowder.

"Fat man,." "Fat team,." The guerrilla soldiers immediately turned red. They risked being swept by machine guns and poked their heads out from the temporary shelter and shot two Japanese grenade guns secretly lurking close to them, all over their bodies. "Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da

Amid the violent machine gun sound, Zhang Songling slowly raised half of his head from his arms that were close to the ground. His head was a little dizzy with the sound of explosion, but there seemed to be no parts missing on his body. The god of death passed by him again, and took nothing except a few pieces of flesh and blood on his arms.

Resisting the pain from the wound, Zhang Songling quickly rolled over with a grenade launcher in one hand, rolled in several wheels, and then turned into the dead horse's corpse. Then he leaned out and quickly glanced out, quickly raised the grenade launcher, and fired a forty-eight-flavored grenade at a 70-degree angle. "Swoosh," the Type 92 grenade designed specifically for the grenade launcher quickly flew over a distance of more than 100 meters and smashed it next to a light machine gun that was shooting. With a "boom", the light machine gun and the Japanese main and auxiliary machine gun shooter were decomposed into pieces at the same time.

"Grenade, be careful of the grenade launcher." Several other Japanese light machine gunners who were shooting wildly quickly dragged the machine gun to move their positions. Taking advantage of this rare gap, Zhang Songling loudly ordered, "Grenade, second position, throw."

"Grenade, the fat team ordered, pitch the grenade in the second position." The guerrillas were surprised and happy, repeating Zhang Songling's order, swaying his arms in a prone position, and dropping the grenade with the strings to the Japanese soldiers getting closer and closer. At such a low position, it is difficult to guarantee the accuracy of the grenade and the distance. However, the innate shortcomings of the grenades in Jinzao were once again cleverly turned into an advantage, "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." The explosion sounds were less than twenty meters away from the guerrillas, one after another, and they were connected into lines. They did not hurt several Japanese. The rolling smoke rising into the air swallowed the entire position in a fog.

For fear of hurting one's own people by chance, the Japanese's heavy machine guns and light machine guns took the initiative to stop shooting, but the guerrilla soldiers quickly raised their heads and aimed at the devil's shadow rushing in the smoke with the 38th gutter in their hands, "ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping one by one.

"Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping" The Japanese soldiers rushed over in front of the gun fired volleys and fired counterattacks at the guerrillas. After the round of bullets was fired, they were less than ten meters away from Zhang Songling and others. No one continued to pull the bolt, but pulled out the bayonet and put it in front of the barrel.

"Return the bullets and let the eighth routes see the real hand-to-hand combat." Amid the arrogant shouts of the squad leader Anzhi Miyake, the first team of the Eryu Squadron was left with thirty-four Japanese soldiers, who cleanly pulled the bullets out of the bullet warehouse. Hand-to-hand combat was the famous skill of the Eryu Squadron. Back then, the Eryu Squadron, who had all shot all the bullets, rushed into China's Lushun Port with a bayonet, and drove all the Tsarist Russian soldiers inside out from the sea.

The Japanese were already close at hand. The 38 rifle that had just been fired didn't have time to pull the bolt. The guerrillas were unwilling to lie on the ground as lambs to be slaughtered. That was not their tradition. In the gradually drifting smoke, they stood up one by one, holding the 38 ridges with bayonets tightly, gathering into a small circular array, using their bodies to protect the vital points of the robe. There was no fear or regret on their young faces.

Note 1: When installing a rifle bayonet, partially overlaps the length of the barrel, so you cannot just add up simple numbers.
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