Chapter 23: There Are Stupid Teammates!

Two consecutive mine explosions and the torrential rain of bullets not only stunned the Japanese squad that strayed into the minefield, but also made Kurokawa Weaving, who was located at the rear of the flank, a little at a loss.

On the battlefield of the Battle of Shanghai, he had seen tenacious Chinese soldiers. He even saw nearly an infantry company of Chinese soldiers being killed by poison gas bombs in the trenches.

There were corpses everywhere, but it was rare to see anyone lying in the field behind the trenches.

Many soldiers were still crawling forward even though they were dead, and their guns were aimed outside the position.

From a soldier's perspective, he actually admired those poorly equipped Chinese soldiers, even if they were opponents and enemies.

The slogan of the empire's propaganda of "occupying the entire territory of China in three months" has been proven to be nothing more than an unrealistic fantasy.

The Battle of Shanghai alone lasted for almost three months. Even though they had occupied this former largest financial city in Asia, there were still tenacious Chinese people resisting in the ruins.

But he had never seen such bold Chinese. Under the pursuit of his entire infantry squadron, they not only did not retreat to the only building opposite that could provide them with temporary shelter, but also fought back.

No, to be more precise, they were ambushing the first infantry squad that led them.

This was not bold, but crazy. Who gave them such confidence?

Don't these crazy Chinese know that they still have two complete infantry squads under their command? Including the squadron headquarters, there are at least 120 troops.

Even if there are two or three hundred people, what waves can they make if they leave the bunker?

No wonder the Japanese lieutenant was a little confused at this moment.

According to the organization of the Japanese army at this time, an infantry squadron had three infantry squads with a total strength of 54 people, and an additional squadron headquarters with 19 people. If a war broke out, an infantry squadron could be given an additional machine gun group. The strength of an infantry squadron could reach about 200 people.

Although the infantry squadron, as the most basic combat unit of the Japanese army, is not equipped with artillery, an infantry squad is equipped with two grenade launcher groups. Therefore, a fully organized infantry squadron will have six grenade launchers that can throw grenades 500 meters away, which is enough to guarantee the heavy firepower against an infantry battalion of the Chinese army.

The northern battlefield and the southeastern battlefield have proved that an infantry battalion of China's most elite imperial guards is equipped with only 6 heavy machine guns and two mortars, and other miscellaneous troops are even better with two or three heavy machine guns. Mortars and other small artillery often only appear in regimental-level troops.

Facing a Japanese infantry squadron, even if a Chinese infantry battalion has two or three times the strength of a Japanese infantry battalion, it is difficult to say that it can pose any major threat to it in the case of insufficient heavy firepower.

This is almost an inherent concept of low-level officers in the Japanese army.

This inherent concept is not even just this period, but almost throughout the history of the Sino-Japanese War.

Until the end of the war, the Japanese veterans in inland China were almost completely injured, and the Pacific War consumed a lot of resources in Japan. China gradually reversed the situation by continuously obtaining support from the United States through the China-Myanmar Highway.

But now, Tang Dao suddenly organized two infantry squads. Even with 22 submachine guns, they dared to launch a siege on a Japanese infantry squad, and regarded the two Japanese infantry squads of more than 100 people in the rear as nothing, which really destroyed the three views of the Japanese lieutenant.

The roar of the MP28 submachine gun continued. Lao Hei and Lao Bing Youzi had received Tang Dao's order before the war. They did not need to save bullets, but aimed at the area where the Japanese were located and fired bullets.

In Tang Dao's words, if one bullet can't kill, then use ten, and if ten bullets can't kill, then use a hundred...

Nothing else, just firepower advantage.

22 MP28 submachine guns, each equipped with four 32-round magazines, nearly 3,000 rounds of bullets, even if you can't be killed, you can be scared to death, and if you can't be scared to death, you have to lie still and can't even lift your head.

The Japanese squad in the minefield is indeed following the script designed by Tang Dao.

Let alone tactical movement, the Japanese soldiers who hid in temporary bunkers and didn't encounter landmines were thanking their own Amaterasu for blessing them. They were lucky that their lives were temporarily preserved. Facing the hot bullet stream of MP28, they didn't even dare to raise their heads.

And the scattered gunshots of the Type 38 rifles were quickly extinguished by the two rifles of Tang Dao and Yang Xiaoshan who occupied the advantageous terrain.

For Yang Xiaoshan, a potential seedling, Tang Dao didn't want to force the growth of seedlings, but war is so cruel that if he doesn't grow, he may not even have the opportunity to grow.

In this case, use the battlefield as a training ground. If you pass, you will continue to live, and if you fail, you can only die.

At present, Yang Xiaoshan performed well and was lucky enough. Facing the bullets fired back by the Japanese army, he was not injured at all. His gun was also very stable. He killed two Japanese soldiers with one empty magazine.

The old soldier gave up the cold gun he was good at, and carried an MP28 submachine gun, shooting at the vaguely visible Japanese figures 40 meters away, which was very enjoyable.

This was unprecedented for an old soldier who was very good at preserving himself. Even if his comrades were torn to pieces by shells and a handful of hot blood poured on his face, he could still lie in the dust like a mountain and hold his long gun steadily to kill the Japanese.

But for some reason, the old soldier suddenly felt very happy when he saw the Japanese soldiers lying down and begging for their lives under the torrent of bullets from him and his comrades, and not daring to move in order not to step on landmines.

Damn it, you are afraid of death too! Isn't there some bullshit samurai spirit? Then come on! With your Type 38 rifle, aren't you very accurate? What are you doing lying there?

The old soldier fired wildly at the area where a Japanese soldier was hiding, with 32 rounds of bullets, sparking the bunker that was not originally strong. It was not known whether the bunker was finally penetrated or because of a ricochet, a Japanese soldier screamed and fell down.

On such a battlefield, whether it was a minor injury or a serious injury, as long as the mobility was lost, it basically meant death, unless they could wipe out the opponent.

Perhaps, their lieutenant squadron leader thought so.

So, Kurokawa Orizo came to his senses and gave an order, "Baga, fire flares in front of the 1st Infantry Squadron and the 20-meter area on both sides!"

In a sense, his order was not wrong.

Find out the enemy's firepower point that was besieging his infantry squad. The remaining four grenade launchers of the two infantry squads less than 100 meters away will definitely let the Chinese know why the flowers are so red-----they are all dyed red by blood.

When the bright light of the three flares that began to slowly fall illuminated the hundreds of meters below, the faces of all the Japanese soldiers in the minefield were pale.

At that moment, the Japanese soldiers in the minefield, from the lieutenant squad leader to the second-class soldier, really dared to swear that they didn't have the habit of applying powder before going to the battlefield.

As for why they were so white, it was really because they were scared.

They were scared by the "pig teammates".

Originally, although the Chinese had strong firepower, they had poor vision after all. He and others hid in the shadow of the ruins and had a little chance of survival, but what should he do now? Less than 40 meters away, under the light of three flares, those with better eyesight could even see their chapped lips due to nervousness.

This guy is really dissatisfied that his brothers are not dying fast enough, right?

As for why they don't fight back, the Chinese are also in their sight. Why don't you take a rifle and try to use it against their submachine guns?

And the Chinese are obviously well prepared. They are either staying in a solid brick wall or a bunker made of sandbags.

What's more terrible is that they are basically a group of two. If one person is attacked, the other will quickly cover and fire at the position that attacked his comrades indiscriminately.

It's simply impossible to survive.

But this is not the most desperate time for the Japanese in the minefield.

Even if the pig teammate named Kurokawa makes them have unspeakable behavior with all the women in the Kurokawa family in their hearts.