Chapter 7: Reinforcements Arrive!

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  Darkness envelops, smoke and dust fill the air.

  As the enemy soldiers drew closer, General Zhao Dengyu slowly raised his battle knife, his expression cold and solemn. Zhang Xinghan and Zhao Heita, among several other soldiers, followed suit, holding their knives high above their heads.

  "Big Blade Squad.....!" General Zhao Dengyu's words were not finished, when suddenly, from the direction behind them, a dense gunfire sounded, and the sound of guns bursting like beans continued to ring out.

  "Rat-a-tat-a-tat... Ta-ta-ta..." The few light machine guns also fired off a pleasant-sounding volley.

  The devils who were climbing up to the high ground were suddenly knocked down like wheat, three or five at a time. Zhang Xinghan and General Zhao Dengyu turned their heads and saw that in the firelight, hundreds of soldiers from the 29th Army were shouting and charging forward under the leadership of Regimental Commander Wang Changhai.

  General Zhao Dengyu couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile as the reinforcements arrived, catching the enemy off guard and subjecting them to a barrage of intense gunfire.

  The commander of the devils was obviously unwilling to admit defeat, and with a wave of his command knife, he shouted again and reorganized the attack, scolding those devil soldiers who wanted to retreat to continue attacking.

  As expected, those Japanese soldiers who had already shown signs of retreating were shouted at by that Japanese commander and one by one they turned back to fight to the death.

  At this time, the reinforcements of the 217th Regiment had all entered the position and poured down a hail of bullets against the enemy. It has to be admitted that at this moment, the marksmanship of the Japanese infantry was indeed not covered.

  Under the intense firepower of the 217 troops, the enemy infantry was still able to shoot bullets with ease. Under the enemy's fierce counterattack, casualties began to appear among the officers and men of the 217 Regiment.

  Although the devils suffered heavier casualties, under the command of that brutal and ruthless officer, not a single devil soldier dared to retreat. Each and every one of them had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge forward into the hail of bullets. Behind the enemy's position, flare after flare rose into the sky, illuminating the entire night sky as if it were daytime. With the dawn breaking, visibility was already very clear, almost indistinguishable from daylight.

  General Zhao Dengyu saw this and couldn't help but feel a little anxious, saying: "Give me a good fight! Fight fiercely!"

  At this time, a soldier next to Zhang Xinghan suddenly stiffened and fell straight back.

  Zhang Xinghan hastily came forward and shook him, saying: "Brother, are you okay?"

  However, the warrior did not react at all. Zhang Xinghan's gaze moved and saw that there was a wound on his forehead as big as a thumb, and black blood had flowed out from behind his brain. It was clear that the bullet had penetrated his entire skull through his forehead, killing him instantly.

  Zhang Xinghan looked at the warrior in front of him, his unwilling eyes burning with anger. He used his hand to close the warrior's eyes and then picked up a Hanyang-made rifle that had fallen beside the warrior. With a sweep of his hand, he took out all the bullets from the warrior's bullet pouch.

  For this Hans Yang rifle, Zhang Xinghan was already proficient in using it. Although it's an outdated rifle, for a special forces veteran like him, he could still use it with ease. His marksmanship was originally exceptional, and although he might not hit the target every time, hitting ninety-nine out of a hundred shots shouldn't be a problem.

  Zhang Xinghan checked the magazine and found that there were still three bullets left. He gritted his teeth, pulled the bolt, and raised his rifle while crouching in the trench.

  Because there were too many devils, Zhang Xinghan almost didn't need to look for one and locked onto a devil sergeant. That devil sergeant was particularly eye-catching because he had a small banner hanging from the front of his rifle.

  Three points in a line, Zhang Xinghan quickly aimed and then decisively pulled the trigger. "Bang!" A bullet shot out of the barrel and flew rapidly towards that Japanese army sergeant.

  Almost instantly, the gunshot had not fallen, and the high-speed rotating bullet directly hit the face of that ghost soldier. The shooting accuracy of the Hanyang rifle was inferior to that of the Japanese Arisaka Type 38 rifle, but its power was greater. As is well known, the 6.5mm bullet of the Type 38 rifle, combined with its extremely long barrel, made it more accurate and had a stronger penetrating power when hitting the human body, often passing directly through the body.

  The soldier who was shot just now is an example, and Hanyang made a difference. The bullet fired by Zhang Xinghan directly hit the face of that Japanese army sergeant, but did not penetrate the skull like the Type 38 rifle, but instead exploded inside the skull after entering, causing the brain to be severely damaged and the brain tissue was completely destroyed.

  That Japanese sergeant was shot and stood upright for about two or three seconds, with dirty blood mixed with other substances flowing down from his already blurred face, before crashing forward.

  Zhang Xinghan fired the shot and immediately retreated to the trench, pulled the bolt, ejected the shell he had just fired, took a deep breath, stood up again, raised his gun, aimed at a Japanese soldier, and fired.

  A gunshot rang out with a "bang" and was immediately drowned out by the dense gunfire around, but just as Zhang Xinghan squatted down, a Japanese soldier fell to the ground.

  "Who's that! Not bad marksmanship!" The soldier beside him couldn't help but praise after seeing Zhang Xinghan hit both shots.

  Zhao Hei Tower, not far from Zhang Xinghan, also discovered the situation. He carried a rifle and crouched down to Zhang Xinghan's side. At this time, Zhang Xinghan fired again and killed another Japanese soldier who was charging forward the fastest. After being shot, the Japanese soldier ran forward for several steps under his own inertia before falling to the ground like a dead pig.

  "Good kid! I thought you were good at knife fighting, but it turns out your marksmanship isn't bad either. How come I didn't notice that before?" Zhao Hei Ta said with some doubt.

  "Heh heh! Secretly practiced!" Zhang Xing chuckled, pulled the bolt again, got up, and aimed once more. Fired. Another Japanese soldier fell down.

  Zhang Xinghan's consecutive successes soon attracted the attention of the enemy machine gunner. Just as Zhang Xinghan shot and killed the fifth enemy soldier, a burst of machine gun bullets hit the cover around him, sending dust flying everywhere.

  Zhang Xinghan broke out in a cold sweat, hastily squatted down, he knew that he had been targeted by the devils, and immediately patted Zhao Heita's shoulder, saying: "Squad leader, change places!"

  "What's going on here?" Zhao Hei Ta didn't understand and was about to pick up his gun and stand up to fire.

  Zhang Xinghan grabbed him and said, "We've been spotted by the enemy's machine gunner, maybe even a sniper. Get up and wait to get your head blown off! Change places! Go!"

  Zhang Xinghan said, getting up and walking along the trench with his waist bent, towards the other end of the trench. Zhao Heita followed him half-believingly, and the two men walked one after the other to the other side of the trench.

  After moving to a new location, Zhang Xinghan pulled the trigger and immediately stood up, aiming in the direction he had silently memorized earlier, quickly and accurately locking onto that devilish light machine gun which was still roaring and spitting fire.

  When the muzzle was aimed at the devil's machine gunner's forehead, Zhang Xinghan decisively pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out of the barrel, rushing towards the devilish machine gunner who was frantically sweeping.

  "Bang!" A bullet pierced the flesh, amidst the sound of countless guns firing. The Japanese machine gunner was shot in the head and fell forward, just like the previous Japanese sergeant. The crooked machine gun that had been spitting fire just moments before suddenly fell silent.

  Another devil soldier next to him turned over his companion's body, picked up the rifle and wanted to continue shooting, but before he pulled the trigger, a bullet came flying from somewhere and accurately hit his chest.

  The Japanese soldier fell to the ground with a thud, dropping his submachine gun to one side. The same scene was repeated over and over again, and soon the area around the Japanese submachine gun was littered with corpses lying in all directions.

  The other devils didn't dare to touch that crooked light machine gun again, and the devil commander saw it and couldn't help but say in a very bad tone: "Baka yarou, Chinese god of guns! Take him down! Quick!"

  Several of the devils' snipers hiding among the crowds received their orders and began searching for targets.

  After taking out those few Japanese machine gunners, Zhang Xinghan and Zhao Hei Ta relocated again. As soon as they arrived at another location, Zhao Hei Ta whispered: "Damn it's really amazing! Zhang girl, how come I didn't notice before? You're not only accurate with your shooting, but you're also cunning! Fight and then run."

  "Heh heh!" Zhang Xinghan smiled slightly, then immediately stood up with a stern expression, raised his gun and searched for the target again. This time Zhao Heita didn't idle either, "click click" pulled the bolt, also stood up and aimed his gun.

  As a veteran with many years of military service, Zhao Hei Ta's marksmanship may not be comparable to Zhang Xing Han's extraordinary level, but hitting a Japanese soldier within one or two hundred meters should still not be a problem. After all, the Japanese are launching a frontal assault, their targets are extremely exposed, and they are simply live targets. Any soldier with some marksmanship skills should be able to achieve something.

  Zhang Xinghan's expression was solemn, this time he discovered a Japanese military officer, but based on visual measurement, the distance of this Japanese military officer was at least 300 meters away, which had already exceeded the effective range limit of the Type 88 rifle made by Hanyang Arsenal. Zhang Xinghan held his breath, and at a distance of 300 meters, without the aid of binoculars or a scope, it was just a somewhat blurry figure.

  With years of shooting experience, Zhang Xinghan slowly locked onto the target and gently pulled the trigger. The distinctive gunshot of the Han Yang rifle rang out, and a spinning bullet flew towards the Japanese commander.

  Due to the distance being too far and the crowd of devils at that time, after firing the shot, Zhang Xinghan did not know whether the devil officer had been killed by himself.

  But in an instant, the Japanese soldiers who were attacking wildly just now began to retreat quickly like a tide. Some of the bodies of the Japanese soldiers did not have time to be taken away and lay scattered on the ground.

  After the devils' attacking troops retreated, the entire position did not calm down, rushing to rescue the wounded, rushing to repair the fortifications, busy as fire.

  …………..

  The Command Center of the Fourth Division of the Japanese Army.

  The chief of staff of the 4th Division, Ho Yizhen, hastily walked into the division headquarters, suddenly stopped and stood at attention, reporting to the division commander, Suzuki Yoshisada, who was sitting in the command center with his eyes closed: "General!"

  "Hmm!" Suzuki Mitsumune, who had been up all night, was visibly tired. He opened his beady eyes and rolled them around, saying: "Hokuroku, what's going on?"

  "General, the 17th Infantry Regiment's attack has been repelled! The Chinese reinforcements have arrived, and Lieutenant Colonel Koizumi, who was commanding the second battalion of the 17th Infantry Regiment at the front line, was shot by a Chinese sniper and has died for His Majesty the Emperor."

  "Bah!" Suzuki Mitsuto was enraged, his hands opening to the left and right, slapping Ho Yizhen three times, angrily shouting: "Order the 5th Brigade and the artillery units directly under the division headquarters to advance immediately, I will personally command the attack!"

  "General!" Ho Yee Jan wanted to persuade.

  Mitsui had already made up her mind and didn't let him finish speaking. With a ferocious expression, she barked: "Carry out the order!"

  "Ah!" Huo Yizhen hastily bowed his head and immediately turned around and left in large strides.