Chapter 217 The World's First Paratrooper Showdown

Wang Dahai was very moved by the sudden trust. Although it was not the first time he had contact with the Eighth Route Army, the charm of this army was always breathtaking.

After taking the machine gun and magazine handed over by Wei Dayong, he asked curiously:

"Why did you ask me to cover you? There are so many people in your regiment, don't you have a suitable machine gunner?"

After hearing this, Li Yunlong turned his head and looked at the other party seriously, his wrinkled eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"We have been in contact for a short time, but you are different from ordinary soldiers. I can see that you care about the safety of every soldier, which I think is excellent and rare."

"As for the reason for giving you this machine gun, it is also very simple. Don't you want to avenge those dead soldiers?"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Dahai's eyes were red and he was breathing heavily, and he even had an impulse to shed blood for the person in front of him.

However, considering that there were many outsiders around him, he had to suppress this sudden emotion. He used the preparations before shooting to cover up his inner fluctuations.

"Good! Officer, you really have good eyesight! You are worthy of being the head of the elite Eighth Route Army! As long as I am not killed, I will definitely complete the task you assigned to me!"

"The devils on the opposite side are almost out of bullets. How are you going to fight? How should my people cooperate with you?"

After a brief exchange, Wang Dahai already knew that the other side would not let his regiment be cannon fodder. At this moment, he had already recognized the Eighth Route Army in front of him.

It's not his fault that he was cautious before. After all, he was from the Sichuan Army and had seen too many things. As he had said to the new recruits in the regiment before, everything was for survival.

Li Yunlong knew that the devils were short of ammunition before the war. After all, the opponent's gunfire was sparse, and it was obvious that there was a big problem with the ammunition.

Otherwise, how could 500 elite Japanese troops not be able to eat a supplementary regiment.

At present, the only threat to their Marine Corps 1st Regiment is the grenade launcher and light machine gun. But the mountain people have their own tricks, and this little thing can't be difficult for the elite troops.

"Xizi! Take your men to keep an eye on the Japanese's firepower points! I have only one request for you! That is to choke all the Japanese to death in the cesspool!"

"The rest of you, get ready to charge with me! A quick fight! Save the Japanese from getting support!"

Although he didn't know Wang Xikui's exact location, Li Yunlong knew that as long as he shouted, his sniper would definitely complete the task he assigned excellently.

And the decision to charge was not reckless. Facing an enemy that didn't even have many bullets, what reason was there not to press on and destroy them?

We can't just stare at each other like this. The Marine Corps has subsequent tasks and can't waste too much time here.

As soon as the voice fell, most of the soldiers in the regiment launched a charge.

During this process, there was no loud charge. The soldiers almost didn't shout, and all communication was carried out by gestures and short commands.

"Rush up without saying hello!"

Seeing that the reinforcements suddenly launched an attack, Wang Dahai quickly grabbed a helmet and put it on his head.

Then he manipulated the newly acquired French light machine gun, and suppressed all enemies who tried to show their heads with short bursts of fire.

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Time went back to half a minute ago, on the joint defense line of the 21st Regiment and the 1st Marine Regiment, Wang Xikui moved his neck and fingers.

Although he was an old subordinate of Li Yunlong, he was also redeemed by his own regiment commander from the New 1st Regiment.

But when selecting the paratroopers, Lao Li did not give anyone a back door, everything depended on their ability.

As an old comrade in his forties, he had a big gap in physical strength with the young guys.

Fortunately, Wang Xikui not only had rich combat experience, but also had many years of hunter career. With top skills and body skills, he was able to pass the strict selection.

Since the Eighth Route Army Logistics Department has made rapid progress in technology, the soldiers carry more bullets per capita than the devils.

During the Hundred Regiments Campaign, Wang Xikui killed more than 50 enemies with a Mosin-Nagant, more than a machine gunner and artilleryman.

Even in a duel with enemy snipers, he killed two Japanese soldiers equipped with Type 97 sniper rifles with machine aiming. The 2.5x optical sight he is using now was captured in that battle.

As for the reason for using Mosin-Nagant, it is very simple. Although Mas36 is a good gun, it is a pity that it is not suitable for snipers without insurance. If it goes off accidentally, it will be too fatal.

Due to his excellent marksmanship and strong concealment ability, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang specially approved his right to act at will.

During the battle, Wang Xikui can freely choose his position. The regiment has only one requirement for this veteran, that is, he must respond in time when the team needs him.

There are as many as fifteen masters like this in the Marine Corps.

At this time, Wang Xikui's position is at a commanding height in the mountains and forests. With his marksmanship, as long as the front battlefield can delay the Japanese, he can name the enemies one by one.

"Xizi! Take your people to keep an eye on the Japanese firepower points!"

The moment he received the order, the expressionless veteran pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshots were so clear that they sounded like water drops hitting a stone slab.

Gunshots were heard on the originally quiet battlefield, and the Japanese soldiers, who were at a disadvantage, immediately entered a fighting state.

At first, the Japanese soldiers thought it was a fatal blank. But the five soldiers operating the grenade launchers fell to the ground at the same time, making them realize that the enemy was not simple.

Five bullets penetrated the beast's brain without hesitation. The steel helmet was no different from a decoration and did not play a protective role at all.

Those who died under the Mosin-Nagant had a common feature. There was a hole in their foreheads, and red and white liquid flowed all over the ground.

The Japanese soldiers of the airborne team were indeed the elite of the North China Front Army. Facing the charging Marine Corps, all the surviving soldiers quickly divided into two waves.

Those with bullets tried all means to stop the enemy, and those without bullets used their lives to test the enemy's firepower points and sniper positions.

Seeing the enemy's stubborn resistance, Wang Xikui pulled the bolt to reload. The whole set of actions was very smooth, and it was pleasing to the eyes of others.

Bang!

Another shot, and a Japanese soldier who tried to pick up the grenade launcher and grenade fell to the ground.

Compared with his dead predecessor, his end was better. This bullet only hit his abdomen.

The Japanese soldier's expression was very ferocious, as if his back teeth were broken. Even though blood was pouring out of the wound, he managed not to scream.

Wang Xikui did not fire another shot, but chose to wait for a while, which was one of his favorite tricks.

Whenever conditions allowed, he would choose to knock down a lucky person. Using tricky shooting skills, the target would lose combat effectiveness but not die.

The next thing to do was to wait quietly for the other Japanese soldiers to lend a hand, and then kill the enemies who came to support.

To put it bluntly, it was to take advantage of the comradeship of normal soldiers and play with people's hearts.

Sun Ergou, who was secretly learning not far away, was a little confused. He was also a sniper, but because he had not been in the army for a long time, he did not understand these twists and turns.

"Why don't you fire another shot? Isn't that Japanese soldier still alive?"

Wang Xikui did not answer directly. He just smiled evilly and said, "What's the hurry? Let the bullet fly for a while."

After a while, the bait was hooked.

After waiting for a while, the two Japanese soldiers decided to take a gamble. Both support weapons and comrades were important. Without determining the location of the enemy sniper, they rushed out to rescue people and get guns together.

Bang!

With the third shot, Xiao Rizi was shot in the knee and fell straight on his companion.

Bang!

With the fourth shot, the lung lobe of the supporting Japanese soldier was pierced. He fell on top of the grenade launcher, and blood kept spurting out of his mouth.

Because he couldn't breathe, he pressed his hands into the ground painfully, and the whole person was in a state of neither dying nor living.

Such a slaughterhouse made the nearby Japanese soldiers stare with fear.

Bang!

With the fifth shot, a Japanese squad leader was shot in the head. More than a dozen soldiers lost their commanders, and their combat capabilities suddenly dropped sharply.

After emptying the magazine, Wang Xikui took out a magazine and loaded it quickly. During this process, he patiently explained his behavior to Sun Ergou not far away.

"My mission is to kill all the enemy's firepower points. Snipers must not only shoot accurately, but also be able to play with people's hearts. Do you dare to pick up that grenade launcher when you see a group of comrades howling like ghosts and wolves?"

"The devils are not easy to kill. They react quickly and have a strong sense of combat. If I don't use some tricks, I may be entangled by the enemies who come one after another."

"You are also a sniper, so remember one thing. If you don't have my ability to hide, remember to change positions more often when conditions permit, and never stay in one place."

Looking at the Eighth Route Army covered with branches and leaves, Sun Ergou also learned from the other party and hid himself in a bush. Then he picked up the Zhongzheng in his hand and joined the team hunting the devils.

But his shooting skills were not so accurate, and the position of more than 400 meters was already the limit.

"Oh, if I could also join the Eighth Route Army. Everyone in this team gives me a feeling of a regiment leader."

The gunshots still rang one after another, and the devils fell one after another.

The Taisho 11-type light machine gun and tactical core grenade launcher, which were very "reliable" in the past, have become the death warrants that the Japanese can't avoid at this moment.

Everyone knows one thing, that there are a few perverts staring at these weapons. Once someone dares to step forward, those comrades who can't live or die will be their fate.

After completing the task assigned to him by his own regiment commander, Wang Xikui reloaded. Looking at the somewhat old Mosin-Nagant, he couldn't help but mutter.

"Oh, I really want a special sniper rifle. I heard that Mas36 also has a capacity of ten rounds, a flash suppressor and a dedicated scope. I don't know when it can be used."

"This water-linked bullet is good in everything, but it's a bit troublesome."

Compared with Mas36, Mosin-Nagant has a longer effective range and slightly better accuracy.

But now that the troops are fully equipped with French weapons, this means that 7.62mm bullets can only be carried by snipers like them.

Although Wang Xikui participated in the parachute mission for the first time and only experienced one battle. But he has realized one thing, that is, the bullets may not be enough.

Although the preserved fruit troops have some Soviet weapons, it is better to rely on oneself than on others.

"It seems that after returning this time, I have to ask the regiment commander to help write a letter to Director Huang. Even the devils have special sniper rifles. It would be too embarrassing if our Eighth Route Army did not have them!"

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Boom boom boom!

In the unique whistling sound of 50-year-old and 60-year-old soldiers, shells and cannons continued to fall in the mountain forest where the Japanese were located. The explosion not only kicked up a lot of soil, but also killed many enemies.

At first, Xiaoguan Longping was quite happy to see the enemies who looked like the Eighth Route Army rushing out of the position.

This Japanese colonel was already in a state of high spirits, and all he could think about was his loyalty to Tian Locust and Okamura Neji.

When you know that your side is unable to save the day, being able to engage in hand-to-hand combat or hand-to-hand combat is the best option.

After all, his men were the elite of the North China Front. They thought they were invincible in hand-to-hand combat, and there was no unit in the entire Republic of China that was an enemy.

If the enemy is willing to take the initiative to close the distance, he will naturally accompany him to the end.

What's more, we also have grenades and light machine guns. It's a good thing to have more backup before death.

But soon Xiaoguan Longping discovered that something was wrong. The enemy troops on the opposite side were very evil. Not only does it have fierce firepower, but it also has a lot of snipers.

The few grenades and light machine guns had no chance of firing. Even soldiers with bullets have become priority targets.

The opponent had almost no casualties, and more than half of his own air support team had been killed or wounded. How could he still fight?

As a colonel, Xiaoguan Longping spent a lot of time studying the Eighth Route Army. He knew that the other party had a pedantic policy, so he gave orders to the soldiers still alive nearby.

"Everyone! Take the initiative to get out of the bunker! The Eighth Route Army treats prisoners preferentially. Let's close the distance and strive for the distance to enter hand-to-hand combat!"

"There is no bayonet! Even if you bite with your teeth! You must leave a deep impression on the enemy! Warriors of my brother country! The time has come to show your loyalty to His Majesty Tian Locust!"

After receiving the order, the Japanese soldiers in the air force raised their weapons.

They walked out of their respective bunkers in a leisurely manner, somewhat like Gallic chicken soldiers.

But they never expected that they would be greeted by hundreds of submachine guns and rifles loaded with bullets.

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the expressions of all the members of the air raid team changed. They looked at their superiors with surprised eyes, as if asking what was going on, this script was not quite right!

As the backbone of the army, Xiaoguan Longping took a deep breath and took a step forward. He rushed towards the landing group and said in broken Chinese:

"Your army has always treated prisoners preferentially, has it changed now?"

"I surrender on behalf of our air force and hope to receive proper treatment."

No one answered Xiaoguan Longping's question. The soldiers of the 1st Marine Regiment pulled the triggers of their guns without hesitation.

Da da da da da da!

The high rate of fire of the Mas38 sounded like fried beans, and it was enough to sweep it from a distance of less than a hundred meters. What's more, the enemies stood very densely, as if they were afraid that the soldiers would not be able to hit accurately.

Bullets like metal storms hit Xiaori, causing blood mist to splash in the sky, like a broadsword mine exploding in the crowd. The Japs were like wheat meeting a sharp sickle, and they were quickly killed and injured.

Xiaoguan Longping's face no longer had the previous confidence. After all, it would be difficult to find a complete corpse among a pile of warheads.

"Okay! Save some bullets! We don't know how long we will stay in this damn place, and all kinds of bullets are not compatible with preserved fruits. It will be difficult to replenish them when the time comes."

"Sweep the battlefield quickly and look for valuable trophies. Next, we have to live a life of remembering the bitterness and thinking about the sweetness!"

After Wang Dahai saw signs of hand-to-hand combat, he immediately led his men towards the center of the battlefield to provide support.

When he saw the Japanese being killed one-sidedly, the Sichuan Army veteran was stunned. The current situation was different from the Eighth Route Army in his memory. Didn't they treat the prisoners preferentially?

"Captain Li, is it because it is inconvenient for you to accept prisoners? Then you can leave them to our regiment!"

"It's not that I want to take credit, I just want to push them back to the 43rd Army to see if I can get any useful information from interrogation."

"After all, the frontline is tight right now, and there's no telling which piece of news can break the deadlock."

Leader Li Da still admires Wang Dahai very much. While he pulled out a Zuoguan knife from the pile of corpses, he patiently explained to the other party:

"This little devil jumped over the wall in a hurry and wanted to feign surrender. The purpose was to keep close to me and fight hand-to-hand."

Having said this, Lao Li spit on the ground, and then said happily:

"As long as you can speak Chinese, I really thought there were no comrades in my group who knew Japanese. With your loud voice, we could hear it a hundred meters away."

"Conspiracy loudly? You're such a brainless thing. I really don't know how you became a colonel."

The First Marine Regiment is a unit directly under the headquarters and the treasure of the entire army. In order to deal with various emergencies, the deputy general staff was worried.

After all, there are not many fighters who can understand Japanese and pass the selection. Even the one on the scene is just a second-hand swordsman.

But it was enough. He killed hundreds of Japanese soldiers in his first battle. Calculating with intention but without intention, he has successfully achieved great success!

The information Xiaoguan Longping revealed before his death was very interesting. The word "air support team" made Li Yunlong aware of one thing. The Japs they had just wiped out were probably troops of the same nature as them.

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Compared with the military powers in Europe, the Eighth Route Army's parachute troops were established somewhat late. It's even not mature enough in a sense. After all, the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain was the first actual combat.

The 1st Marine Regiment missed out on the honor of being the world's first parachute operation, and did not win the title of the world's first large-scale parachute operation.

But today's battle with the Japanese airborne team won the title of the world's first paratrooper duel.

This title originally belonged to San Dezi and the ugly country, and it would not happen until the Allied landing in Normandy in 1944.

Although the Japanese paratroopers are the worst in the world at this point in time. But this battle actually happened, and it is a case worthy of military textbooks.

There will be another chapter of 5,000 today.

Since I stayed up so late, I will let it go.