Li Lianying was scolded by his coach after losing streak
Li Lian Sheng
"Arrived at the long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long..."
"What the hell, how did you arrange this lineup? Ah... so many new recruits are crowded together, what are they waiting for? To be beaten by the enemy's 38th Division?! You stupid thing, hurry up and adjust the positions of the brothers again, mix the veterans who have fought battles with the new recruits." Before Li Liansheng finished speaking, he was kicked in the butt by Zhang Damao. After Guo Jinnan left, Zhang Damao's first order was to reassign the positions of the new and old soldiers. Because when the real battle starts, the veterans can take care of these new recruits who are on the battlefield for the first time. Upon hearing the order, Squad Leader Li Liansheng quickly dispersed the new recruits who were crowded together in the trench, basically with one new recruit having two or more veterans by their side.
"Machine gun, that position is prominent and hidden, the field of fire is relatively open, set up the Maxim over there for me!" Zhang Damao didn't wait for Li Liansheng to arrange the new soldiers' positions and started shouting again. The machine gunner, Beng Qiuzi, was already an old hand, and before Zhang Damao had even finished speaking, he had already set up the machine gun in the position he had just mentioned and began to reinforce the bunker.
"And on the other side, behind that big rock is also a good position for setting up a machine gun. The trench is just a bit shallow, hurry up and deepen it and widen it, that Zhang... Zhang something Dragon..."
"Report, sir!" Hearing Zhang Damao's words, the machine gunner Zhang 'Misty' Long, who had just been called up by Captain Guo Jinnan, stood up with his machine gun.
"Ah, ah, ah, 'Misty' Dragon, good, good, you're a great gunner, but when the devils come later, don't get 'misty' and confused on me, keep an eye out for those clustered devils and take them down. This Czech-style of yours is a great piece, much better than that Markov thing from the Seventh Brigade, make good use of it for me." Zhang Dasheng reached out to touch the Czech-style light machine gun slung over Zhang Misty Dragon's shoulder, his expression like a bachelor who hadn't seen a naked woman in years, suddenly seeing one and having stars in his eyes.
The Vickers machine gun is a heavy machine gun with great power, using continuous ammunition but very cumbersome and inconvenient to transport. Moreover, one Vickers requires at least two people to operate, which is a fatal flaw for the Chinese troops who have no artillery advantage. The Japanese infantry guns and grenade launchers can usually destroy it accurately, and it will often jam during use. In contrast, the Czech-style light machine gun is lightweight and can be easily carried by one person, avoiding the accurate bombardment of the Japanese army's near-cannon. More importantly, it can also use ordinary rifle bullets, which is undoubtedly the greatest benefit for the Chinese troops who generally lack ammunition. The "old soldiers fear machine guns" refers to this, but it also has a drawback that it uses magazines and cannot continuously supply ammunition. After firing for a while, you need to replace the gun barrel, so usually when defending, a deputy shooter will be equipped to enable it to play its greatest role.
Of course, this 'T-26' machine gun is also called the Czech type, but its true origin is not the Czech Republic, but the Northeast Army's arsenal imitated the Czech style. Although there is no big difference in appearance, due to China's lack of self-produced high-quality chromium steel and tungsten steel, the performance is discounted except for Chiang Kai-shek's Zhongyang army imitation that can be compared with the real Czech type. The original 900-meter effective range of the Czech type was reduced to 400 meters when imitated by the Northeast Army, which was already very good. These counterfeit goods, considered treasures by the Northeast Army, had a maximum accurate shooting distance of just over 200 meters. To save the originally insufficient ammunition, they would generally only open fire within 200 meters.
Zhang Damao did not disappoint as a veteran of many years of battle, the position he chose was indeed good. Two large stones lay across the edge of the trench, and the middle position did not obstruct the machine gunner's line of sight. Moreover, the stones protruded outward, making it difficult for the Japanese artillery to hit them. As soon as Zhang "Mi" Long finished speaking, he led his deputy shooter out of there, and several old soldiers followed behind him, taking their engineer shovels to dig out the gap under the stones until it was just large enough for two people to crouch inside.
"Zhang Lianchang, ..., ... , what about our position?" Zhang Damao, who had arranged everything to his satisfaction, stroked his chin and scanned the battlefield once more. A soldier from a jingwei squad that Guo Jinan had just called up asked.
"Oh, you, as a reserve team, temporarily take care of the wounded on the battlefield, all of you get down in the trenches!" Zhang Daman turned his head to glance at the more than ten young soldiers in front of him, and after finishing speaking, he shifted his gaze back to the forefront of the battlefield.
"Zhang Lianchang, we came to fight the devils, not to be nurses,,,,,, you,,,,,,,"
"So much nonsense, now you're under my control, just stay put and there will be plenty of opportunities for you to go up." Zhang Damao didn't turn his head back, but instead held the binoculars to carefully observe the movements of the 'Japanese' army in front.
"Get ready, aim and fire, don't shoot wildly just because you see a Japanese soldier!" Just then, a group of Japanese soldiers wearing steel helmets appeared in Zhang Damao's line of sight. As they got closer, at first only the sunlight reflecting off their bayonets could be seen, but soon the burnt offering flags on their bayonets became clearly visible. There were not many Japanese soldiers, about ten or so, and when they first appeared, most of them were crouching and advancing cautiously. The old soldiers in the trenches were all prone and motionless, aiming at the moving targets in front of them, while the new recruits looked at their superiors and the old soldiers beside them, their anxious expressions plain to see.
"Don't shoot yet, you guys! These are just a few little devils reporting to the King of Hell, and the big head is still behind!" Li Liansheng said after glancing at the new recruits beside him.
Sure, here is the translation:
As expected, after a while, the dozen or so Japanese soldiers quickened their pace, and soon there were more and more Japanese troops behind them. These were the Central China Expeditionary Army of the Japanese military, wearing steel helmets with netting covers, advancing north from the south. The strategic mission of these Japanese troops was to cross the Yangtze River from the south and head north, meeting up with the North China Front Army in Xuzhou, thereby opening up a transportation line from south to north in China.
As the Japanese army drew closer and closer, their shouts and screams could already be heard. Perhaps because the Chinese troops were well-hidden, or perhaps they thought that the arrival of the sacred Japanese Imperial Army would cause the Chinese troops to flee in terror, the Japanese had abandoned their initial caution. They didn't even maintain the triangular combat formation required by the Japanese army's combat manual, and instead walked upright on the mountain road not far from the Chinese troops, looking like tourists. With a loud order from Zhang Daqian, the first to open fire was the Maxim gun on the far right.
"Ah ya valley, pounce to death...!" With a long and loud command, Markov suddenly spewed out flames of hatred. The more than ten "Japanese" soldiers at the front were immediately knocked down, with three falling to the ground. The remaining ones quickly lay down following the shout of a Japanese sergeant behind them, but one was still shot into a sieve because he was a bit slow in lying down.
"Shut your mouth!" The Japanese sergeant had just finished shouting and hadn't even had time to duck down when he was shot right between the eyebrows by the Northeastern old soldier who had just scolded the Sichuan soldiers, and fell to the ground.
"The Japanese soldiers' military quality is indeed very high. Compared to Chinese soldiers, an ordinary Japanese soldier has at least graduated from elementary school. In a Chinese company, it's already quite good if there are several people who know their own names. After the previous Japanese soldier was shot down by machine guns, they didn't panic but quickly took cover behind nearby objects. A Japanese officer hiding behind a rock waved his command sword and shouted loudly. The machine gunner behind him immediately set up his gun and fired at the Chinese defensive position, making it impossible for them to lift their heads. Soon, many Chinese soldiers were hit and rolled out of the trenches."
