Chapter 26: The Godly Gunman Arrived

  As the deviated machine gun fired, the Japanese army's mortar also started to aim at the two machine gun positions and bombarded them. Shells fell in front of Zhang "Misty" Dragon and Qi Guaizi from time to time, one even landed on a stone beside Zhang "Misty" Dragon, raising dust that blocked their view, so the machine guns stopped. The Japanese soldiers across thought they had already destroyed the Chinese squad's machine gun with their shells, so after suppressing the Chinese squad's firepower with the machine guns, the infantry began to charge again. However, this time they were no longer crowded together but maintained a perfect triangular formation and charged forward shouting.

  "You coward, where are you aiming?" Zhao Zhibang, who was lying on the edge of the trench, took aim at a Japanese soldier and pulled the trigger. This was his first shot since he really entered the battlefield, but unfortunately, he missed several shots in a row. At this time, the things taught by the instructor in the new recruit training camp had been thrown out of his mind. He glared at the old soldier who had just scolded him and took aim again, but the bullet seemed to be against him, disappearing without a trace in front of him, while the Japanese soldier he was aiming at was still alive and kicking, rushing forward with all his might.

  "Aim the muzzle at the devil half a meter to the left, do you think he's dead and standing there waiting for you to hit him?" The old soldier next to him lowered his head and shouted loudly after finishing, and then lay down in the trench again.

  Bang... Zhao Zhibang, who had heard the old soldier's words, once again aimed his gun at the Japanese soldier he had already aimed at several times. After pulling the trigger, Zhao Zhibang saw him twist and fall to the ground motionless.

  "The little devil of Japan, is indeed born and raised by his parents." Zhao Zhibang looked at the fallen Japanese soldier's shadow, rejoicing in his heart as he scolded. This was his first battle on the battlefield, and also the first devil he had killed. He moved his gun barrel to aim again at a Japanese soldier who was rushing forward with his butt up, originally thinking that this time he could still hit him with one shot. However, that little Japan with legs like a pedometer unexpectedly didn't move to the right but instead moved to the left. Fortunately, that one shot wasn't wasted, and the bullet that should have been given to the pedometer legs hit the calf of a Japanese soldier who was rushing up from behind.

  "Haha Valley... ... Haha Valley... ..." The battle had been going on for over 20 minutes, and more than 20 devils had fallen. The remaining Japanese army no longer had the ferocity they had at the beginning, and they were no longer recklessly charging forward. They all lay down, and the Japanese commander behind them stood up, waving his command knife and shouting wildly.

  "With a loud noise, the good opportunity was seized by the middle team in the trench. At this time, there were at least ten guns aimed at that small head shouting wildly. Among them was Zhao Zhibang's formal rifle. It is unknown who hit the Japanese officer, but he only shouted for a few times before his body had several bullet holes and fell to the ground."

  There were no more Japanese military officers waving their swords and shouting, the Japanese army's advance slowed down significantly, but those three machine guns never stopped, still rattling away non-stop. Many soldiers aiming at the Japanese devils hadn't even had time to pull the trigger before being shot dead in the trenches by the devil's machine guns.

  The Japanese troops' advance stopped momentarily when their commander was shot, but soon another shouting voice rose up. However, this one seemed to have learned from the fallen officer's lesson and hid in a large pit, not even exposing a piece of cloth, only his Japanese sword shining under the sun and his almost frantic shouting could be seen. The shouting was accompanied by the Japanese machine guns and mortars starting another round of intense firing, and the previously fallen Japanese soldiers rose up again with strange cries.

  "Damn, if only I had a few mortars in my hands, I'd blast these sons of bitches to death!!!..." Due to the suppressive fire from the Japanese machine guns and mortars, the charging Japanese troops advanced dozens of meters at once. Zhang Daman watched as the soldiers who had just exposed themselves were constantly hit by machine gun fire and shells, his teeth clenched in anger as he cursed.

  "Who did it, damn it, who did it, good job!" Suddenly, Zhang Daman, who had been lying in the trench observing the Japanese army's movements, suddenly raised his binoculars with one hand and slapped his thigh with the other, shouting loudly.

  "Great, great, great... now let's take out that machine gun in the middle for me..." He had just seen through his binoculars that the little devils were bringing up another machine gun from behind. Just as he was getting anxious and flustered, a Japanese machine gunner with a bare back appeared in the ditch beside the mountain road on the right side, and was shot in the head and fell onto the machine gun in front of him. The deputy shooter who rushed to replace him had just touched the gun when he was also shot in the head and fell down straight away. He didn't expect that there was such a great marksman in his own team, so for a moment he was overjoyed and forgot himself, slapping his thigh loudly.

  The god of guns is the god of guns. As soon as Zhang Da's voice fell, the other machine gun in the Japanese army's observation mirror suddenly lost its fire. The remaining one looked at the situation and didn't dare to show its head again, burying it under the machine gun. Without the firepower of the machine gun, the Chinese squad's rifles began to call on them again. The Japanese soldiers who had just charged up were knocked down by a dozen or so, and those who rushed forward were unable to get up no matter how their commander yelled. Without the firepower of the machine gun, they were simply live targets in front of the Chinese squad, which was at a higher position. Although they shouted loudly that they would die for the emperor, their lives ultimately belonged to themselves.

  The Japanese army retreated, although they retreated in an orderly manner. This is also the reason why the Japanese army rarely mentions withdrawal or escape during the war of resistance, because they rarely had a chaotic retreat like the Chinese troops, who would rush to run away as soon as they heard their superiors shout "withdrawal". In their eyes, the withdrawal of the Chinese troops was an escape no matter what the reason was. Except for a few Japanese soldiers who were eager to return home and were knocked down, all the other Japanese soldiers retreated safely.

  "Hurry up and take a look at the brothers who have fallen down and see if they are still breathing." The gunfire stopped, Zhang Damao took off his helmet and threw it into the trench, saying that this was his first command after every battle, and it had become his mantra. Although the Northeast Army was not considered to be a direct descendant of the Zhongyang Army, the military discipline of the 113th Division was still very strict. Just during the intense battle, a company of guards brought by Guo Jinan was ordered by Zhang Damao to handle the wounded and not participate in the battle. Although they were unhappy in their hearts, many times they wanted to hold guns and jump out of the trench to fight against the Japanese devils, but the military order "soldiers must obey orders" made them dare not violate it. However, even so, one of them was killed by a Japanese mortar while rescuing the wounded, and there were many casualties among the soldiers who were shooting at the Japanese in the trench. Zhang Damao roughly counted that more than 30 people had died, most of whom were new recruits. More than ten people with light injuries could still be bandaged and sent back to fight, and five or six people were seriously injured.

  "With this kind of combat, I should be able to hold on for five days without a problem, and maybe even a week. That way, the troops behind will have enough time to build several more lines of defense." Zhang Damao thought to himself. At present, the task of the 51st Army was to block the Japanese army south of the Huai River, preventing them from joining forces north and south. The division Zhang Damao belonged to was the vanguard of the entire 51st Army, and due to the strong mobility of the Japanese, who had arrived too quickly, many defensive fortifications in the 51st Army's positions had not been completed. Therefore, the task of his regiment was to conduct phased blocking actions against the Japanese army, giving the main force more time to prepare for battle.