Chapter 149 Death's Scythe

Brigadier General Smallett did not participate in the conversation between the two colonels.

His battlefield instinct told him that a group of soldiers who dared to put themselves in a desperate situation would never let their former defeated generals succeed so easily.

Even though the Japanese were already strong enough and extremely cautious.

Perhaps the turning point of the battlefield was the moment when those Japanese launched a thundering attack.

The instinct of the brigadier general of the British Empire was right.

The reason for the confidence of the lieutenant colonel of the army was also valid.

But none of them expected that the counterattack from the warehouse would be so fierce, and the two highest commanders in the warehouse would personally go into battle bare-chested.

When the two armies faced each other, the leading general was behind the army, and the deployment and command were certainly admirable, but the leading general led the troops, waved his sword, stood in front of the army, and led thousands of troops to break through the waves, which made people more excited and followed behind regardless of life and death.

Which of the two different styles of leading troops is better? Perhaps only victory can judge.

But in the current situation, Tang Dao undoubtedly made the most correct choice.

If a general cherishes his life, how dare his subordinates not cherish their lives?

At the moment when the machine gun and the infantry gun were fighting, Tang Dao and Lei Xiong came to the first floor of the warehouse with the MG34 machine gun with a short barrel.

That was the most dangerous position in the warehouse, but also the best shooting range. To be precise, it was the best area for shooting infantry.

The most powerful heavy weapon in the warehouse was naturally the machine gun. There was no way anyone could be alive on the trajectory of the machine gun with a flat shooting range of up to 2,500 meters. If they were hit, they would be shattered and killed.

However, the firing rate of the machine gun was too slow.

If a hundred fearless soldiers charged at the machine gun in a semicircle within a distance of 50 meters, the machine gun would at most clear a magazine and kill five or six people, and it would basically be declared finished.

But that was what the world's first high-rate general-purpose machine gun was most willing to see.

The MG34, with a maximum firing rate of 1,000 rounds per minute, was least afraid of intensive charges, as long as there were enough bullets on its belt.

The design of changing the barrel as fast as three seconds, if there are more than two MG34s cooperating with each other, the spraying stream can be almost uninterrupted.

The Czech light machine gun with a 20-round magazine and the Maxim heavy machine gun with a cloth bullet chain are far better than the big brother of "Hitler's chainsaw" in terms of continuous firepower output.

When the Japanese infantry kept crawling forward and getting closer and closer to the warehouse, Tang Dao stood in front of the left wing window on the first floor and kicked two sandbags on one side of the shooting stack fiercely, expanding the shooting range by one third, almost covering most of the front battlefield.

"Sir..." Erya, who followed closely, twitched her eyes slightly.

Although you are used to your superior's extremely maverick way of fighting, don't be the same as the reckless Lei Lieutenant! The shooting stack is so big, let alone bullets, the Japanese grenade launchers can throw grenades over.

The signalman was right. Lei Xiong, who was shooting at the other side of the window 40 meters away, almost made the same move, expanding his shooting range by one third.

"Stop talking nonsense, bring the bullet box to me!" Tang Dao rarely glared at his signalman. "Are Niu Er, Yang Xiaoshan and the others in place?"

"If I am killed by the Japanese cold gunners and grenade launchers, remember to go find trouble with them, don't complain here!" Tang Dao said while putting the bracket of the MG34 machine gun on the shooting platform.

"Bah! Bah! Children talk, gods and ghosts don't remember!" Erya said anxiously while knocking on the logs of the fortification three times.

"The little brat didn't learn anything else, but he learned a lot of feudal superstitions!" Erya's series of actions made Tang Dao couldn't help laughing.

His heart was slightly warm, which reminded him of his mother doing the same thing when he was a child, but she didn't knock on the wood, but on his head.

"Sir, what can I do for you!" Erya was not annoyed by Tang Dao's call for a brat. She leaned close to Tang Dao and asked for a fight in a low voice.

Tang Dao looked at the opened ammunition box and the metal ammunition belt that had been loaded with bullets, and said, "Just help me hold the ammunition belt, don't let my gun jam."

"Also, lower your head, the shell is very hot." Tang Dao had already turned over and entered the battle position, looking forward, and continued to give instructions.

Tang Dao's tone was very gentle, just like an elder brother telling his younger siblings to be careful when playing, but Erya, who squatted beside him and lowered her head as he said, somehow felt the hair on her body stand up at that moment.

That was murderous intent, the gushing murderous intent from the strongest individual soldier of this era!

In Tang Dao's hand, it was not a rifle or a submachine gun, but a high-rate machine gun that could serve until the next forty years. The ammunition belt that had been connected to the machine gun was loaded with nearly 1,500 rounds of bullets.

1,500 rounds of bullets will be fired from the muzzle in about two minutes, and it is done by a machine gun. What kind of scene is this?

I am afraid that 99.9% of people have never seen it in their lives.

Arya, who followed the order and lowered her head, actually did not see this grand occasion. She had to hold the metal belt to ensure that the Tangdao machine gun would not jam.

However, he saw the shells falling to the ground like raindrops.

With such a large amount of shells, it was difficult for Arya to imagine that there was only one machine gun shooting around her. The somewhat dull "puff puff puff!" shooting sound was different from the Czech-style crispness, and also different from the Maxim heavy machine gun's roar that could shake people's eardrums, but it was definitely more palpitating.

Of course, compared with Erya who relied on her feelings, the Japanese infantrymen who were never more than 60 meters away from the MG34 machine gun had a thorough understanding of the horror of the so-called high rate of fire.

A great man once said: Without practice, there is no right to speak, and practice is the only criterion for testing the truth.

When the Japanese infantrymen arrived at the warehouse, which was only about 30 meters away, as the alarm sounded behind, the Japanese sergeant crawling on the ground raised his rifle and pointed the sun flag forward.

This was the signal for the charge.

However, the Japanese did not know that the Chinese in the future had a network slang: Don't raise a few flags for no reason.

That was summed up by the majority of netizens with their bloody life experience, just like the old proverbs advocated by Westerners.

At the moment when the Japanese infantrymen climbed up, held their rifles horizontally, and rushed four or five meters and just entered the acceleration stage.

The sound of shooting suddenly rang out, like a blunt knife cutting linen, and the space in front of them seemed to be torn by a fiery red whip.

Yes, that is not called a rain of bullets, but a whip.

A horrible whip made of red bullets, like a sickle in the hands of the god of death, reaps back and forth.

What the god of death harvests is naturally people's lives.

Many people were shot on the battlefield, but it does not mean that they will die if they are shot.

As long as they are not hit in the vital parts on the spot, if they are lucky enough to have the opportunity for surgery, and God loves you so much that you can resist bacterial infection, more than 30% of people can still see the sun in the future.

Most of the soldiers who died on the battlefield actually died from artillery. The consequences of being hit by terrible shock waves are actually much more terrible than bullets that seem to cause blood and flesh.

Post-war statistics of the two world wars have proved that the proportion of soldiers who died from artillery bombardment was much higher than those who died from bullets.

This actually stimulated the artilleryism that dominated the military for fifty years in the future. In fact, only those who have experienced the Anti-Japanese War and the ice and snow war in northern China know the horror of the king of land warfare.

Most of the comrades of those who survived were killed in the overwhelming artillery fire of the enemy, and they were always at a disadvantage, almost using their flesh and blood to fight against the endless steel of the enemy.

But this law has been completely broken today.

It turns out that there is also a kind of machine gun that can cause casualties to dense charging formations, and even some artillery can only be fired after it.