In the circular fortifications on the top of Lijiapo Mountain, the well-trained Japanese soldiers of the Yamazaki Brigade saw the signal flare that rose into the air and understood that the Eighth Route Army was about to start an attack. They immediately aimed their various light and heavy weapons at the path that the Eighth Route Army must pass through. Once the Chinese soldiers showed their heads, they would mercilessly knock them down.
However, no one appeared on the path they had to take to charge towards the main camp.
The Japanese, including Yamazaki himself, were all puzzled. Just as they were about to explore their position, 30 meters away, in the trenches of the Independent Regiment's earthworks, more than 300 grenades made in the border area, which had been pulled by the guide rope, flew into the circular fortifications of Li Jiapo like a flock of sparrows.
In an instant, the grenades made by the border area exploded in the air above the circular fortifications of the Yamazaki Brigade, which was less than one square kilometer. The short and continuous explosions were deafening, and the flying shrapnel whistled down with the smell of death.
Although the quality of the grenades made by the border was not as good as the 48-petal melon grenade, the explosion radius and lethality of 3600 grenades exploding in the air in two minutes was undoubtedly terrifying.
Within two minutes, the Japanese in the circular fortifications of Lijiapo suffered heavy casualties in the 360-degree grenade explosion range. Many of the Japanese who were directly hit by the grenade were instantly blown into pieces and turned into incomplete corpses.
As soon as the explosions stopped, Zhang Dabiao, the battalion commander leading the suicide squad in the trench, threw his hat down and took the lead to jump out of the trench with a light machine gun. He shouted,"Brothers, follow me to Li Jiapo and kill the Japanese!”
"Kill!"
More than 20 suicide squad members with machine guns on their chests and Ghost Head Blades on their backs followed Zhang Dabiao out of the trenches. As they ran, they started to fire at the Japanese soldiers at Li Jiapo's position.
Da da, da da, da!
The continuous long and short bursts of light machine guns from the Soviet Republic rang out, mercilessly killing the Japanese who were still in a state of shock after the explosion. The circular fortifications of the Yamazaki Brigade were hit by the dense rain of bullets, causing dust to rise everywhere.
Under the cover of the light machine guns of the suicide squad, the first echelon led by Li Yunlong and the second echelon led by Political Commissar Zhao Gang also entered the predetermined position and launched a hand-to-hand charge at Li Jiapo's main position.
Chen Weidong, the temporary translator, was in the first echelon of the assault team. He ran extremely fast and snaked closely behind the suicide squad members with submachine guns.
At this moment, the remaining Japanese soldiers who had survived the explosion had regained their original strength. They fearlessly howled and raised the Type 38 heavy machine guns in their hands to fight back. The Type 92 heavy machine guns in the machine gun position began to spit fire again.
Bang!
A bullet hit a member of the Independent Regiment, and he fell backward without even making a sound.
Chen Weidong, who was behind him, didn't have time to grieve for his fallen comrade. He decisively took the machine gun from his fallen comrade and took two magazines.
This was the first time that Chen Weidong touched a gun after he transmigrated to the World of Drawing Swords. Suddenly, the familiar feeling of being one with the gun came back.
Every outstanding sharpshooter was trained with bullets.
Before he transmigrated, Chen Weidong, who was a special forces soldier, was familiar with the operation of all kinds of firearms. He could use dozens of different light and heavy weapons to score ten points. Even if it was his first time using a gun, he could adjust the aim through the trajectory of the gun and reach the level of a hundred shots.
This was the innate gun sense of a sharpshooter!
With the light machine gun in his hand, Chen Weidong was like a tiger with wings. After two shots, one long and one short, he figured out the performance of the gun and corrected the crosshair through the trajectory.
Da da da, da!
In one of the heavy machine gun positions of the Yamazaki Battalion, a Type 92 heavy machine gun that was loaded with bullets kept spitting out flames. The dense rain of bullets knocked down the independent regiment's assault team members one after another.
The battle had reached its climax. Both sides were already in a bloodbath, and the independent regiment's assault team members were falling one after another.
Li Yunlong and Political Commissar Zhao Gang, who were leading the first and second echelons, also discovered the huge threat that the Japanese's heavy machine gun positions posed to the assault team.
Political Commissar Zhao Gang was holding a 380-caliber gun and was on one knee aiming. His crosshair had already locked onto the Japanese heavy machine gun shooter's forehead. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, two shots were fired. The Japanese shooter was shot in the forehead and fell head first.
After that, the Japanese's assistant archer had just finished up when two more shots rang out. Two more bloody holes appeared on his face, and he was instantly on the verge of death.
In the next second, the Japanese soldiers at another heavy machine gun position were also killed indiscriminately.
Seeing this, Li Yunlong, who was leading the charge, shouted excitedly,"Motherf * cker, your marksmanship is not bad. Beautifully done. Who did it?”
"Captain, it's Chen Weidong from the kitchen!" someone replied loudly.”
Li Yunlong said," Haha, good job. After this battle, don't f * cking feed the pigs in the kitchen. Go to the frontline combat troops and kill the devils!"”
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