Chapter 5 Bayonet and Charge

The dwarves in front were still some distance away from their temporary positions. Logically, they should continue to shoot and consume more of the enemy's manpower before engaging the enemy in close combat.

Although it was not the best time to launch a counterattack, seeing his instructor once again leading the attack, Makarov was naturally extremely anxious.

He hurriedly threw the DP light machine gun in his hand to the side of the Yellow River, then shouted and picked up the Mosin-Nagant with a four-sided bayonet and followed behind the instructor.

"Ura!"

Even though the number of people was much smaller than that of the Japanese, the momentum of our side was not inferior at all.

The Japanese's Type 38 rifle was 128 cm long, and the total length was 166.3 cm after the bayonet was installed. Many Japanese were not even as tall as rifles. But the Mosin-Nagant was longer than this Type 38 spear, and the length of almost 1.78 meters made it not afraid of any opponent's hand-to-hand combat.

The dwarves all practiced bayonet hard, but sometimes hard practice could not make up for the innate defects. Facing the malnourished Republic of China soldiers, they could have an advantage in bayonet fighting, and even win more with fewer.

But at this moment, their short stature was fully exposed in front of these Siberian men. With the shouts of killing that went straight into the sky, the soldiers of the transport team rushed towards the devils with bayonets and light machine guns.

The first to meet the enemy was the instructor, who had no fear of the cold bayonets of the dwarfs.

The engineer shovel held in his right hand swung from bottom to top, not only blocking the bayonet thrust of the devil soldier, but even the huge force made the devil lose his center of gravity. Seeing that the enemy was so vulnerable, the instructor showed a murderous smile, and the TT33 pistol in his left hand fired several bullets without hesitation.

Finding that his colleagues were easily killed by the enemy, the devil who filled the position stabbed his long-planned hateful blow when the instructor had exhausted his old strength and had not yet regenerated his new strength.

The original tactic of the transport team was to cover and fight alternately in pairs, but the flag bearer fell on the way to charge.

But the attack still didn't work, and Makarov behind the instructor had already rushed up.

At the critical moment when the bayonet was about to pierce the instructor's body, Makarov's left hand holding the gun exerted force first, driving the gun head to move to the left to resist the bayonet of the devil. At the same time, his right hand followed closely and controlled the butt of the gun to move to the right.

After a wave of operations, not only did he pick up the enemy's gun to help the instructor get out of the siege, but he also left the devil wide open. Then the four-sided bayonet stabbed back and stabbed the dwarf's heart fiercely.

The rough and fierce bayonet pierced through the body, and this knife directly pierced the devil's heart.

The four edges and four blood grooves brought great pain to the devil who was not dead yet. His body kept twitching, and blood kept pouring out of the knife.

The dwarf used up his last bit of strength to hold Makarov's gun, spitting blood from his mouth and saying words that no one could understand.

But Makarov soon understood what this sentence meant, because a short and strong devil came to his left front. Just when he wanted to draw out his bayonet to fight, the bayonet was tightly clamped by the dwarf who was not dead yet.

The dwarf was still coughing up blood, but he showed a terrifying smile, like a devil who wanted to take someone with him before he died.

The short and strong devil jumped high when he was more than two meters away from Makarov, with the bayonet pointed directly at his chest. This kind of person who jumps and stabs without saying a word on the battlefield is a novice who has not had much actual combat experience.

Maybe he performed well on the training ground, but this action exposed him to a large gap and consumed his physical strength quickly, which can be said to be completely unsystematic.

If it was a one-on-one duel, Makarov was confident that he could kill him within five moves. But the weapon in his hand could not be used for the time being. Now facing this rookie, he could only helplessly give up the rifle in his hand and dodge first.

Obviously, this dwarf forgot that there was another person here. When he jumped up, the instructor rushed out from the side.

The engineer shovel in his hand slashed heavily on the face of the Japanese soldier. The sharp shovel head instantly cut off a large piece of meat on the man's face. The intense pain made the dwarf lose his fighting power and half-knelt on the ground. The screams could be heard from a long distance.

The instructor kicked the Japanese soldier and spat. He looked at the enemy with disdain, and then fired a bullet to send him to serve xx.

"Suka, what a rubbish!"

The two who rescued each other looked at each other and continued to attack the enemy.

Although the Japanese squadron had the advantages of terrain and firepower, they insisted on killing themselves.

Obviously, they could return with a full load after finishing this ambush battle step by step, but they had to fight the most fierce firepower charge in close combat with bayonets, which caused the transport team to fight back and forth with the Japanese soldiers for a while.

Seeing Makarov, who was like a bear, relying on his own strength, he cooperated with the people around him to kill several of his subordinates.

The squadron leader was furious. He led several Japanese soldiers to meet them and ordered them to do everything they could to create a one-on-one situation.

The Japanese squadron leader was now regretting his decision. He had not expected that the defeated enemy of his fathers would be so strong. The fighting spirit of the transport team was no worse than theirs, and the weapons, equipment and training level surprised him.

His squadron suffered heavy losses. Even if all these enemies were captured, the best result would be no reward or punishment.

With his mind full of honor and Bushido, he only wanted to chop off the head of the big man in front of him to avenge his shame.

Makarov stared at the enemy commander holding a samurai sword in front of him, although he was not interested in the bullshit spirit that this group of dwarfs believed in. But if he had the courage to come out and fight him, he must have some real skills.

He took an attacking posture, with his left foot one step ahead of his right foot, his toes facing forward, and his right foot toes facing the outside of his body. This standing posture was mainly to facilitate the use of both legs.

The Siberian strong man looked at the Japanese who were still testing, and he decided to attack first.

The force of the right foot and the thrust of the waist made him rush forward like a leopard, with his head bent and his arms thrusting forward.

But what Makarov didn't know was that the Japanese he was facing came from a samurai family and had studied swordsmanship a lot.

He saw the right opportunity, and with a flick of the samurai sword, he actually picked up Makarov's bayonet, and then the samurai sword pierced Makarov's face like a venomous snake.

Faced with such a tricky knife, Makarov's pupils shrank and he dodged in a hurry. But the blade of the samurai sword still cut through the clothes on his chest, and blood flowed out of the narrow wound.

After the winning blow was dodged, the Japanese squadron leader was not upset, but looked at Makarov with interest.

This time, the Japanese took the initiative to attack, facing the samurai sword chopped from the left. Makarov had an idea, pulled his left hand back, pushed his right hand forward, and at the same time used his waist to drive his upper body to rotate, and his right foot quickly stepped forward, allowing his whole body to approach the enemy.

While picking up the samurai sword, the butt of the gun hit the Japanese head hard.

Makarov, who was famous for his strength, almost made the Japanese faint with this blow. Just when the Japanese wanted to resist, the bayonet pierced his body.

After getting rid of this enemy, Makarov shouted excitedly and went to help his comrades with murderous intent.

After discovering that their captain had died, the morale of the Japanese was greatly affected. But the Japanese in this era can still exert good combat effectiveness even without the command of their superiors.

Several squad leaders who had long been unwilling to fight with bayonets immediately ordered a change in tactics. The light and heavy machine guns maintained fire suppression, and the mortars and grenade launchers that had been silent for a while started to sound again.

The soldiers of the transport team suffered a surge in casualties in the face of such fierce firepower, and could only fight and retreat and try to return to the vicinity of the truck.

Huang He looked at the blood and broken limbs all over the ground. He witnessed with his own eyes that the comrade who had eaten with him yesterday died in front of him. The bloody and chaotic battlefield made him see the cruelty of war.

His originally trembling body slowly calmed down at this time.

He quietly stuck his head out and observed the situation on the battlefield.

The soldiers of the transport team were killed and wounded by the enemy's light and heavy machine guns. If nothing was done, few people could retreat.

He took a deep breath and picked up the DP light machine gun that Makarov had thrown aside.

As a normal man, he has a natural yearning for firearms. After crossing, he would also feel refreshed from time to time.

But it was the first time for him to fight the enemy seriously. He suppressed the fear deep in his heart and held the light machine gun to shoot at the distant enemy.

Fortunately, the magazine capacity of this light machine gun was large enough. If he changed to another light machine gun, it would not be enough for him. Although he did not kill the enemy, he did provide cover for Makarov and his men.

After the more than 30 rounds of bullets in the magazine were used up, he quickly retreated to replace the magazine. A skilled assistant shooter needs about eight seconds to complete it, and it took him more than 20 seconds for the first time.

At this time, he was extremely anxious. His comrades were within the range of the enemy's machine gun, and someone died every second.

He changed the direction and fired at the enemy, but the enemy had already prepared.

At the same time as he pulled the trigger, a round of the Arisa rifle hit his abdomen.

After being shot, Huang He was briefly absent-minded. He saw Makarov's grief-stricken face and the arrogant expression of the devil. He endured the pain and shouted to vent his fear while trying to shoot the bullet at the enemy's position.

But another bullet hit his left shoulder. This time he couldn't even hold the gun and fell heavily beside the truck.

Huang He felt the blood flowing, and the pain filled his brain. He felt his body getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't open his eyes.

At this time, he heard a familiar sound!

Didi da didi da didi da.

The loud charge horn sounded from the entrance of the canyon. Makarov, who heard the sound, instantly understood that reinforcements were coming. He snatched the bright flag from the flag bearer's hand and stopped retreating at the same time.

"Davri, it's time to counterattack! Ura!"

The remnants of the Eighth Route Army and Makarov who came to support were like two sharp butcher knives, fiercely stabbing into the hearts of these beasts!

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