In an instant, the charging Japanese suffered a nightmarish blow.
Because of its high firing rate, the MG42 was not only able to deal with small groups of targets, but it was also very effective against group targets.
With an average firing rate of 20 bullets per second, as long as one was hit, there would be at least a few bullets on their body. No matter where they hit, they would definitely die!
Just like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, the devils fell one by one!
With such a terrifying firing speed, the person who was shot had his flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and even his bones were directly shattered into pieces!
One had to know that the firing rate of the M249 machine gun used by the active duty class in the United States in the early 21st century was only 1000 rounds per minute!
In the 1940 edition of the German " Imperial Defence Army's Manual ", the machine gunners were required to fire at a rate of 500-650 rounds per minute. Although the theoretical firing rate of the MG42 was 1200 rounds per minute, in order not to damage the barrel, experienced machine gunners would usually not risk their lives to shoot wildly.
Sun Desheng, an experienced special forces soldier, naturally understood this principle.
160 to 170 Japanese soldiers were all killed in less than two minutes!
In such a short period of time, they had taken care of an infantry squadron!
Moreover, the two mortar teams and Monk Wei and the others who were hiding and waiting to charge had yet to move out!
Sun Desheng took advantage of this time to change the gun barrel.
The headcount had already reached 1185! Far more than 1000 people!
Perhaps because the battle had not ended, the system did not prompt Sun Desheng about the gift pack.
"Eight Geya Road! How was this possible? How is this possible?" Yamazaki Haruhira roared in exasperation and smashed the binoculars on the ground.
"How could Tubo have such powerful firepower!!! What kind of weapons are they using?”
A chill ran down Yamazaki Haruhira's spine. He had an ominous feeling.
"Lieutenant, it might be the elite troops of the Eighth Route Army!”A second lieutenant looked nervous.
Yamazaki Haruhira was furious. I want to kill them all! Kill them all! Kill them all!"
"But their heavy machine guns are very powerful…Lieutenant, why don't we retreat?"”
"Baka!" Yamazaki Haruhira was furious. He slapped the second lieutenant's face, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.
Yamazaki Haruhira pulled out his sword and shouted,""Charge at the Chinese Munitions Factory! Destroy it at all costs!"
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"F * ck! The Japanese are desperate!" Sun Desheng discovered the Yamazaki Brigade's intentions.
"I hope Monk Wei can seize the opportunity. This is the most suitable time to attack!”
There was no communication system like a walkie-talkie, which made Sun Desheng, a special forces soldier from the future, feel very uncomfortable.
If he could command the battle in real-time, how awesome would that be!
"I don't care! Charge!" Sun Desheng put the GM42 back into his personal arsenal storage space and grabbed a Bren light machine gun. He strode towards the Japanese's position.
At the same time, Monk Wei seemed to have a telepathic connection. He led a few people equipped with MKB assault rifles and charged out.
At this moment, two mortar teams fired!
This kind of tacit understanding made Sun Desheng's whole body feel comfortable, as if someone had sent an ice cream to him after running five kilometers on a hot summer day.
Assault rifles, light machine guns, other than the paranoid Ye Cunxin who liked sniper rifles, everyone's firepower was extremely fierce. No country's army in this world could afford such weapons!
The devils were in chaos!
The arsenal across the street used to be a large house left behind by a big landlord. There were hundreds of houses, gardens, and courtyards. Because of the war, the rich man had long run away, so the Eighth Route Army used this place as an arsenal. The Japanese could not take it down in a short time. The company stationed here relied on the terrain and the weapons and ammunition of the entire arsenal to resist tenaciously.
At this time, seeing that the reinforcements had arrived and the devils were in chaos, the commander of the military factory immediately led his men out.
Attack from both sides!
The Japanese were no longer able to form a fighting force. They were hit by Sun Desheng's light machine gun and the assault rifles of Monk Wei and the others. The two mortar teams were also extremely lucky. They almost hit the target with 100% accuracy and blew up many of the Japanese's mortars! They even detonated a box of shells, causing a large number of casualties among the Japanese mortars.
However, at this moment, Duan Peng and Monk Wei, who were charging at the front, were hit by the Japanese's stray bullets almost at the same time. The firepower stopped for a moment, but these two people were both martial artists. One practiced Iron Palm, and the other came from Shaolin Temple. They were strong and seemed to be fine after being shot. They actually continued to fight.
"Kill them!" Sun Desheng was already at the forefront in the other direction, and Ye Cunxin couldn't stop him even if he wanted to.
The battle ended very quickly. The thousands of Japanese soldiers could not withstand such a fierce attack, and more than half of them died. After Ye Cunxin killed Yamazaki Haruhira with a bullet, the Japanese soldiers abandoned their weapons and surrendered.
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