"Brothers, charge and take back the lost position!”
Wang Dabiao, the 383rd Regiment Commander of the 2nd Brigade of the 132nd Division, shouted.
His dark brown military uniform was a little messy and covered in dust, but his face was still relatively clean.
Wang Dabiao was the commander of the national army. He had more than 1000 men under him. He shouldn't have led the charge. However, at this point in the battle, only 400 of his 1000 men were still following him.
As for the rest of the soldiers, they were either sacrificed or scattered in the street fighting. One battalion commander, three company commanders, and ten platoon leaders had already been sacrificed in a regiment, three battalions, nine companies, and twenty-seven platoons. He had no choice but to fight in person.
Holding a Mauser rifle, he stood in the middle of the street and looked into the distance. There were no more Japanese soldiers on the street. They had all retreated.
Wang Dabiao was very calm now. He had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but the higher-ups had given the order to take back the position, so he could only listen to them.
Under his loud command, the three companies of the 2nd Battalion of the 383rd Regiment rushed out first. Their battalion commander had died under the Japanese tank bombardment. They wanted revenge.
More than a hundred soldiers of the 2nd Battalion, led by three company commanders, held their guns in grief and indignation as they advanced towards the Japanese army. There were no enemies in front of them, so they ran very fast.
With someone taking the lead, the soldiers behind them could not admit defeat. Everyone was an indomitable man. The brothers of the 2nd Battalion were not afraid of death, and the rest of them would not be afraid either.
"Kill!"
"Take back the position and kill the Japanese!”
Shouts and shouts rose one after another. The 200 soldiers who were still by Wang Dabiao's side all followed the 2nd Battalion's 100 soldiers and charged forward.
Wang Dabiao said to the platoon leader,"Let's go, follow!"
The 383rd Regiment charged forward and occupied the positions that they had just lost. During this process, they did not encounter any resistance. Instead, they gained more than a hundred soldiers during the charge.
These warriors were all from the 383rd Regiment. They had been separated into five groups during the street battle.
Wang Dabiao's 383rd Regiment advanced through half of Zhang Village and finally stopped at the entrance to the north of Zhang Village. The first line of defense they had set up in the morning had been taken by the Japanese as their position.
Without needing Wang Dabiao's orders, the 500 soldiers of Regiment 383, under the leadership of their respective commanders, started to find cover and divide the defense zone.
It was about 100 meters away from the Japanese army. Whether it was a machine gun or a rifle, this distance was the best attack distance. Wang Dabiao lay prone behind a sandbag bunker, placed the Mauser rifle on it, and then aimed at a Japanese soldier opposite him. He fired a shot, and the bullet quickly ended the young Japanese soldier's life.
With a successful strike, he shouted with a hoarse voice,"Open fire, hit him hard!"
"Da da!"
The soldiers had just set up their heavy machine guns on the cover when they heard this sound. They knew that it was the light machine guns firing.
A German-made light machine gun weighed less than 20 pounds. Any soldier could hold it steadily in front of their chest and fire directly without setting it up.
A dozen tongues of fire danced wildly in the air, and a large number of bullets shot out from the barrels of the tens of Ting light machine guns. Many of the Japanese on the opposite side were instantly killed.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The rest of the soldiers also began to fire their Mauser rifles. The marksmanship of ordinary soldiers might not be as accurate. After all, China was in short supply. Each soldier had less than 100 rounds of ammunition for training every year.
However, with so many soldiers shooting at them, a few of the Japanese soldiers on the other side were killed at every moment.
It was fine if the light machine guns were showing off, but now that the rifles were bullying them, the heavy machine gun teams were unhappy. Not only did the heavy machine gun have to be set up, but the ammunition chain also had to be laid out for easy shooting. There were also people carrying a large box of bullets and installing a replacement ammunition chain beside it.
"All of you f * cking better move!"
Sun Ming crouched with his legs bent, his hands tightly on the handle of the heavy machine gun. He shouted at Zhou Bo, who was still installing the ammunition chain. He was getting impatient.
The ammunition chain of the heavy machine gun was very long and heavy. After much difficulty, Zhou Bo finally installed one end of the ammunition chain into the smooth bore of the heavy machine gun. After locking the lid, he smoothed the ammunition chain with both hands.
Finally! I'm so anxious.
Sun Ming's right thumb had already pressed hard on the trigger when Zhou Bo was adjusting the bullet chain. He wouldn't let go once he pressed down.
In an instant, a huge flame appeared in front of the gun barrel.
Sun Ming aimed the gun barrel at the Japanese's position 100 meters away. He was only aiming in the right direction, but he didn't aim deliberately. As the bullets were fired, the entire machine gun vibrated.
Sun Ming exerted strength with both arms and pressed the handle firmly, controlling the direction of the gun barrel. Countless bullets flew out from his heavy machine gun and hit the Japanese camp.
Only a small portion of the bullets hit the enemy. The Japanese who were hit by the heavy machine gun instantly bled and fell to the ground. Most of the bullets missed, but some of them flew over the Japanese's heads, and some hit the bunker in front of them.
One bullet hole after another quickly appeared, accompanied by dust flying everywhere. This was a hail of bullets.
The more Sun Ming fought, the more excited he became. A few veins popped out on his exposed forearm, and his muscles bulged. He looked at the Japanese man opposite him with a ferocious expression and shouted,"Little Japanese, f * ck your ancestors!"
The heavy machine gun in his hand fired 300 rounds per minute at the opposite side. Soon, he finished firing a chain of bullets. The ammunition supplier Zhou Ming took the chain of bullets from a soldier who was quickly making the chain of bullets not far away and quickly installed it.
Five seconds later, the Ting heavy machine gun roared again.
"Da da!"
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