Chapter 4 Reunion (Seven Seven)

"Let's go down and lower your body." Chi Ping, a baby-faced man, suddenly shouted, pulled the brother closest to him on both sides of his body, and quickly laid his head behind the sandbag.

Du Waizui and others were scared and shivered. They quickly squatted down with their guns in their arms, and at the same time tried to hide their heads behind the sandbag. Then, everyone heard a violent sound of rifle volleys, "Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang", "Bang, Bang." "Bang, Bang, Bang" bullets swept over the head with a whistling, causing numbness on the back.

"Dada, dada, dada, dada" "Dada, dangdang" The light and heavy machine guns on the other side of the river also roared shrillly at the same time. Rows of bullets hit the outside of the sandbag, making the fortifications tremble. The bags woven by hay could not withstand the burning heat of the bullets and emitted a burning smell. Some of them were repeatedly shot into the spots, and even wisps of blue smoke emerged. Under the steaming smoke, golden river sand rolled out from the holes in the straw bag, just like wounds were bleeding constantly.

A "Xinding" named Ma Sangui was so loud that he couldn't bear it anymore. He thrust his waist and was about to raise his gun to fight back. As soon as he raised his head, Ji Ping slapped him back with a slap. "Don't seek death, if you dare to show your head, they will only hit you a dozen."

Before he finished speaking, the sandbag above Ma Sangui's head was hit by countless bullets, and the holes in the wet river sandbag splashed out, falling on everyone's heads and faces.

"This Japanese are elite." Seeing that Ma Sangui was not injured, Ji Ping breathed a long sigh and explained to everyone in a low voice, "The long-distance volley can't be so accurate for ordinary people, but"

He smiled and quickly added, "The biggest function of this trick is to scare people. As long as we don't show our heads, no matter how strong the bullet penetration is, it will not penetrate two layers of sandbags. Everyone endured it a little. It won't take long for the Japanese to be discouraged. They came from afar and did not waste too much bullets."

"When they fight, each of them usually carries 120 bullets, which is enough to take a while." Because they were too nervous, Du Waizui didn't even think about it and retorted in a low voice. After saying that, he realized that the other party was a "supervisor" sent by the captain. He immediately shivered in his heart, and the expression on his face became extremely awkward.

Unexpectedly, Ji Ming didn't feel offended at all. He nodded and responded with a smile, "Indeed, the Japanese infantry had three ammunition boxes, two front midfielders, each with thirty rounds, one back midfielder, and sixty rounds. It's really enough to fight like now, but their boss would never allow them to delay their kung fu at such a long distance, and their eyes and spirit could not stand the high tension for a long time."

"That's right." Du Waizui thought about it and nodded guiltily. Long-distance shooting is a very exhausting job. Not only do they have to save their eyes and keep their eyes fixed on the target, they are also tense and cannot relax for a moment. Taking him as an example, during normal training, he is so tired that his eyes are blurred when he aims at a target five hundred meters away and shoots twenty shots. Although the Japanese are well-trained and have the same high-intensity shooting, they can probably be at most about thirty shots. Moreover, they have to preserve most of their physical strength and energy to be left to seize control of the bridge.

Before he finished speaking, gunfire sounds on the other side of the river had already fallen. Then, everyone's ears quickly returned to quietness. Except for a few heavy machine guns that were still roaring monotonically, all the other weapons stopped firing.

"Grandma's." Du Waizui spat out a mouthful of sand, and wanted to use his light machine gun to fight back. Before he could stand up, Ji Ping's chubby palm had already pressed over again, "Don't worry, there should be a round of artillery test fire. Everyone squatted down to avoid being injured by shrapnel."

"Swoosh,." "Swoosh," As if echoing Ji Ping's words, two shells came in the air, one left and one right on the northeast and southwest edges outside the fortification, and exploded with a "boom", splashing out smoke and dust.

"Crack." Countless stone seeds that were blown up by shells fell from mid-air and hit Du Waizui's buttocks, causing him to suck in the air. Because he had repaired the fortifications in advance according to Ji Ping's request, no one in the entire special team was affected by shrapnel. However, the shock wave generated by the high-explosive ammunition of the Type 92 infantry cannon exploded at close range still shocked everyone's internal organs and their faces turned pale in an instant.

"This move is called a cross-test shot." Ji Ping, the only one who was not scared by the shelling, patted the sandbags in front of everyone and said disdainfully: "The Japanese are demonstrating to us, one left and one right, two shells, which means that their artillery can attack any place within the two landing points, and don't worry about it. The fortifications we built have excellent anti-aircraft functions and have undergone countless actual combat inspections. Unless the Japanese smash the shells on our foreheads, there will be no threat to us."

"Then, what if the Japanese gun shells were hit by chance?" Ma Sangui was the least courageous and his mouth was the most "slow" and slapped the soil on his body and asked in a vain.

"Shut up your crow's mouth." "Just, I want to go out fortifications to death, don't drag us down." Du Waizui and others were shy and angry, staring at Ma Sangui and scolding him loudly, embarrassing. With such a coward, everyone was embarrassed but threw him to grandma's house this time. Everyone's performance just now had been compared to the ditch by baby-faced Ji Ping. This time, Ma Sangui, the coward, was kicked hard by the face a few times. In the future, who in the entire special team is qualified to talk to baby-faced?

"It's okay." It seems that someone would be so nervous that he would speak nonsense. Baby-faced Ji Ping smiled and whispered to comfort him, "Our guerrillas are materialists, and they don't care about any verbal color. Look, the sandbag in front of this fortification is half a meter higher than the sandbag behind. The Japanese shells are in a smooth curve. As long as they fall higher than the sandbag in front, they usually fall outside the fortification."

"Ah, really, I didn't even notice it when I was practicing just now." Everyone stretched out their arms and measured it. Sure enough, they found that the height of the sandbags on the front and back sides of their bodies was different. The nervousness in their hearts immediately decreased by half. The eyes looking at the baby-faced were becoming more and more full of admiration.

"If you are unfortunately hit by a shell, it's a coincidence." Ji Ping looked at Ma Sangui and added with a smile, "Actually, there is nothing to be afraid of. If such a large shell is hit, your head will be smashed into rotten watermelons long ago. Who can still worry about it?"

"Boom,." All the members of the special team, including Ma Sangui, were amused to laugh out loud. For a moment, they felt that fighting with the Japanese was just like that. You have your Zhang Liang plan, and I have my ladder. As long as you use the right trick, you may minimize the threat from the other party.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." More shells fell from the air and exploded with thick smoke. The "newcomers" of the special team quickly put away their laughter, imitated Ji Ping's appearance, hid their bodies in the depression under the top sandbag, and continued to wait quietly. The ground under their feet was shaking, and the sandbag in front of them was shaking. However, their hearts were no longer as nervous as before. As the saying goes, it would be difficult, and it would be difficult. If everyone had the ability of a baby-faced Ji Ping, the Japanese might not have gained much advantage.

"Everyone pay attention to the reaction of the veterans." As the person sent by the captain himself, the baby-faced Ji Ping didn't seem to care about the movement outside the fortification at all. He put his hand on his mouth, and his voice was enough to suppress the explosion of the shells. "There are only two Type 92 infantry cannons in a brigade of Japanese soldiers. They have to stop and cool the barrels after they can't be fired for long. The veterans are waiting for this time. As soon as the gun sounds stopped, they immediately launched a counterattack on the Japanese infantry."

"Oh, it turns out that there is also knowledge here." Du Waizui and others nodded repeatedly, carefully supported their bodies from the inner wall of the fortification, and turned their eyes to the guerrilla teams closest to him. The veterans squinted their eyes and leaned on their shoulders against sandbags, as if an old monk had entered a meditation.

However, their ears were still trembling slightly, as if they were silently calculating the number of shellings. When the sound of shelling suddenly ended, before the stone seeds in the sky had fallen, they had already stood up at the same time and put their weapons back on the sandbag. "Dada, dadada, dadadada" A chicken leg heavy machine gun roared, followed by several crooked handles, and several fire snakes swept through the smoke and dust from the shells and swept towards the bridge, causing a ghost crying and howling.

"The Japanese are touching it." Du Waizui was furious and started a cold war. He quickly set up a machine gun and used a sight to find the target. Other brothers of the special team also jumped up and pointed the gun at the bridge deck position in their memory. There was yellow sand in front of him, and he couldn't see where the Japanese were. However, judging from the screams of the shotgun, the enemy had quietly touched a place very close to everyone with the help of cannons, and could drill out of the smoke and dust at any time and raise a bright bayonet.

"Don't be nervous." The baby-faced voice sounded again, as if reassuring, sootheing everyone's nerves. "There was a thunder buried thirty meters in front of the fortification. The thunder did not sound, which means that the enemy had not yet reached that position. It is a common trick for the Japanese to use artillery to cover the infantry's attack. Our team Zhang has already dug a trap for them."

Even so, many people have pulled the trigger, "光光光光光", the bullets were shot into the thick smoke and dust without any effect. Seeing this, Du Waizui must put down the machine gun, jump behind the brothers, and kicked them hard according to everyone's butt, "Don't shoot randomly, don't shoot randomly, listen to Captain Ji, didn't he tell you how to shoot just now, and he was angry for me, but his head was only a big scar."

"Don't run around." Ji Ping grabbed Du Waizui's arm and reminded loudly, "Beware of the stray bullet."

"I'm just looking at them." Du Wai's mouth turned his head and tried to explain his intention. Before he could finish his sentence, his body suddenly shook, and a stream of blood spurted out from his chest like a fountain of water.
Chapter completed!