boyutpedia Chapter 1023 Breaking through the Blockade
Chapter 1023 Breaking through the Blockade
The observer shouted, and all the brothers in the car began to get nervous. The first to open fire was the machine gun on the front of the car.
In the darkness of the night, a series of tracer bullets were fired. Although there was only one tracer bullet among the five bullets, the firing rate of the general-purpose machine gun was so fast that it was like a fire snake at night.
The soldiers on the left also discovered the Japanese in the distance, and the army started fighting. In the carriage, you could often hear the sound of "ding" from the soldiers holding Garand semi-automatic rifles, which meant that all eight bullets were used up.
At the same time, the two soldiers on top also pulled the triggers in their hands.
Two iron fists whizzed towards the Japanese position 150 meters away, instantly blowing their position to pieces.
The Japanese army had just occupied this section. It took them a lot of effort to occupy this position. Before they started to inspect the position, they saw eight or nine cars coming from a distance. They looked like cars of the National Army. In their impression, cars were only used to transport valuables. Many Japanese soldiers thought they had made a profit tonight.
So these guys quickly surrounded them, but before they could open fire, the eight or nine cars were like fire hedgehogs, with firing points everywhere, giving the Japanese soldiers no chance to shoot.
Especially the iron fist on the roof, it flew over with a roar, and the explosion power was so great that it could blow up a tank, let alone an ordinary position. There was no living person within a range of thirty or forty meters.
"Sit tight."
The road ahead is blocked by the Japanese army, but they are using some torn sacks and wooden sticks. These things should not be of much use under the impact of our high-powered cars, but the brothers must hold on to them firmly.
After the strong impact, the roadblock was directly broken apart, and two Japanese soldiers were crushed to death. They ran too slowly and their clothes were caught in the barbed wire. The driver stepped on the accelerator and both of them were crushed from the abdomen. The weight of the heavy-loaded truck was probably a serious problem.
More than 300 Japanese soldiers on both sides had thought of making a fortune tonight, but they didn't make any money at all. Instead, they were shot by the people in front of them for a while. When they counted the troops again, more than half of them were dead.
Many people were more than 150 meters away from the convoy, but they were killed. Those who were still alive would never want to recall that scene. They only saw several tongues of fire in the distance facing our positions, and rounds of shooting. Are those guys' bullets free?
Fortunately, their leading officer also died, otherwise there would be no way to report to the higher-ups. This place is not part of the main battle zone, and the surrounding troops do not have elite nationalist troops. But half of you died, how should we report this?
Now that the leading officer has gone to Amaterasu, this matter can be avoided.
"How many devils did the squad leader kill just now?"
After this brief confrontation, the brothers in the car were all very happy. Although they didn't count, they saw many Japanese soldiers fall down in the light of the explosion, and some were even shot in half.
"There are definitely over a hundred of them. I told you earlier that our weapons and equipment are more advanced than anyone else's on the battlefields of the War of Resistance. As long as you give 80% of your usual training, our infantry squad can easily kill two or three hundred of them."
What Cui Guoqiang said was true. In the battles in which the 72nd Army participated, the casualty ratio with Russia on the northern battlefield was about 1:15, and the casualty ratio with Japan was as high as 1:17.
Due to various reasons, we can't achieve this ratio in the Pujiang battlefield. Of course, if we pay more attention, we can definitely achieve a ratio of one to ten.
Just as they were about to speak, they heard clanging sounds on the steel plates outside. It was obvious that someone was attacking us again.
This time the Japanese were on a building in the distance. The surrounding buildings had been blown down, making the three-story building look a bit out of place.
There were probably dozens of Japanese soldiers on top, and dozens more were running up nearby. From where Squad Leader Cui was standing, there were three machine gun positions on the hut.
"What are you staring at? Iron Fist!"
The driver knocked hard on the small window, which woke these people up.
After all, they were new recruits on the battlefield. When faced with certain situations, they didn't know how to make decisions. On the other hand, the transport soldiers had been on the battlefield for a long time and knew immediately how to deal with them.
The brothers in the car behind had probably just woken up. Seven or eight iron fists rushed over with long tails. Xiaolou was too easy to hit, and there were no factors that affected the shooting, so all of them hit Xiaolou.
The Japanese soldiers above were blown away instantly, and many of them were buried by the collapsed building debris. It is unknown when they can be dug out.
Small-scale battles of this kind almost never stopped along the way, and it took nearly an hour to reach the position of the 35th Army. Four hundred meters away from the position, the car could no longer drive through because there were too many bomb craters ahead.
"Hurry up and unload your equipment. Our car is going to take the injured back. Come and help."
The words of the car soldier were more effective than those of their squad leader. When the brothers saw the stretchers piled up in the distance, they felt a pang in their hearts. They quickly took off their equipment and threw it aside, and quickly carried the stretcher onto the car. Most of the uniforms on them belonged to friendly forces. There were also brothers from our 72nd Army, but the number was much smaller.
"Brother, I don't need it anymore. Take it... and kill the devils..."
Cui Guoqiang had just lifted a brother up when he suddenly felt his hand being pulled. When he turned it over, there were three silver dollars. When Cui Guoqiang wanted to say something, the brother had already closed his eyes.
"Do you know this brother's name? Where is he from?"
Cui Guoqiang held back his tears and asked the nurse next to him.
"These aren't members of our 72nd Army. Although they were registered before the war, it's hard to confirm them now. We can only find the specific individuals after the war is over and we can count the number of people and see who died or was injured."
The nurse had seen everything that had just happened, her tears already soaking the notebook in her hand. This situation had become all too common in the past few days. So many brothers had come to Pujiang one after another. Perhaps they didn't have much combat skills, but their heart to fight the Japanese was genuine...