So at noon, when they were supposed to have lunch, they took the initiative to attack again. Everyone's face was filled with an inexplicable excitement. They believed that they could win. This was the confidence that Long Wenjian had given them after winning one small battle after another.
Not to mention that there is artillery support this time. It belongs to their artillery support. Ayi, the only one among them who knows flag language, will serve as the information communicator and send signals to their allies when the time comes.
The shells are precious, and every one of them must be used where they should appear.
Ayi seemed to have found his life goal, and he swung his arms vigorously every time, which made Shuoyu a little worried about his arms.
At that time, the enemy's artillery had just fired a burst of gunfire. The Japanese had always fought in a rigid and inflexible way, but it was this way of fighting that made us... Shuo Yu looked around at everyone present and repeated in his heart, it was us,
Since the September 18th Incident, we have been losing for eleven years.
This question is not only unclear to Meng Fanle, but anyone with a bit of common sense can't figure it out. Why is it so?
Shuoyu stood beside Ayi, shielding him from the bullets, because his small flag was an obvious target, and all the equipment of these people combined was not as effective as Shuoyu alone.
He half-crouched and used the Bren light machine gun in his hand to shoot at all the targets within a hundred meters of him and Ayi.
This place is simply a "pure land" created by Shuoyu single-handedly.
Soon, he yelled "Get down!"
Their artillery support arrived, although not much, but at least there was some, which caught the charging Japanese soldiers off guard.
Shuo Yu heard the other side shouting to retreat and called out to the captain not to let them run away!
Then he hid behind the fortifications, and from time to time hit the Japanese soldiers who were trying to break through their defense line with their lives.
They also had grenade launchers. As soon as their allies' cannon fodder support stopped, they started firing grenade launchers from the flanks, encircling the already small number of enemy vanguards.
Meng Fanle held his gun and blinked his eyes as he watched such a war. This was definitely not a fluke. Their enemy was nearly two Japanese squadrons and they could not defeat them.
Such a war is definitely not a small battle, it is a real victory.
Shuoyu pulled up the weak-legged Ayi, brushed off the dirt on him, told him to protect himself, and then left. He had to stay in their trenches to support various firing points at any time.
With a bang! The grenade launcher on the opposite side knocked out one of their Type 92 machine gun nests. Shuoyu pulled over the dead man who was vomiting blood and said, "I'll take your place," letting him close his eyes in peace. Then, carrying the Type 92 heavy machine gun without a support, he began to fire at all the enemies in front. Bu La glanced at Shuoyu next to him.
"You're a bit cruel~Banxian'er!"
"If we're not ruthless, how can we kill the Japanese? If we're not ruthless, they'll just die in vain~!"
After Shuo Yu had used up all his ammunition, he put the gun aside, helped the old man who had just died to the side, found a comfortable position to lean against, and watched them fight the Japanese.
Milong was yelling about where his assistant shooter had gone. When Shuoyu bent down and passed by him, he threw his remaining magazine to him, asking Milong to shut up.
Their enemies were still charging, for they had a certain samurai spirit in them, and they were not afraid of death, but of not being loyal to the Emperor and their great empire.
Even though their great empire was just a small island floating on the sea, it was not really that big.
Shuo Yu was also helping the veterinarians treat the wounded in the trenches. All he could do was what he learned from the veterinarians, such as simple bandages to stop bleeding and, if there was medicine, a tablet of anti-inflammatory and analgesic medicine. But sometimes, people were already dead before he could get there, so he had no choice but to hand over the grenades and other spoils he had picked up to Yao Mashepigu and the others, and then help the dead man, cover his eyelids, drag him, find a good place for him, wait for a while, and then find a place to bury him.
The smoke and gunfire almost blocked his eyes and ears. Perhaps the enemy was finally frightened and retreated temporarily like a tide, so they had a chance to catch their breath.
"He ran away again. Stop shooting! Save your bullets!"
The veterinarian and Shuo Yu helped the injured man back to rest, and another person came up.
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They ate cold canned food that smelled of dust and dirt, one hand tightly gripping the gun. Milong was no longer angry, but he still liked to beat Li Wula. Li Wula no longer hid and let him beat him, but finally acted like a platoon leader. He spent all his time fighting the Japanese. He was always the one who rushed the hardest, so much so that even if he died, they would call him back and let him calm down.
Li Wula also knew that it was Milong who sold his life to Shuoyu and saved him, so he did not fight back, but asked him to be gentler, so that he could save some strength to fight the devils.
But Milong couldn't bring himself to do it anymore, and uttered a bunch of harsh words, saying that he was pretending to be a coward, and then found another topic to scold Doubing, saying what his assistant gunner had been doing just now, and his machine gun had become a sleeve, and then he was stopped by Yaoma, and Bula also came up, and now they have two backbones,
Milong yelled, "What the hell is that?" and waved his hands in a pretentious manner, telling Doubing to hurry up next time, and the matter was left unresolved.
Kang Ya finished his own portion while watching the show, and then he started to think about other people's food. He didn't dare to provoke the good brothers Bu La and Yao Ma, so he turned his head to Shuo Yu who had just returned.
A shameless hand was stretched out in front of Shuo Yu. He knew who it belonged to without even looking up.
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