Chapter 92 My Bullet Will Find Your Head

After waking up all the soldiers, the platoon leaders of each company began to assign tasks.

The soldiers checked their weapons and belongings, and the combat operation officially began.

Although everyone slept for only one and a half hours, it was barely enough for the comrades. The long-distance raid and staying up late would not affect the next plan.

Because it was the first time to lead the team to perform a mission, Zhao Gang did not want to leave any regrets for himself. Now he was as stable as Kong Jie.

Although he had a big advantage in all aspects, he still took out a platoon of soldiers from the first battalion as a reserve. And ordered the platoon leader to give him the power to judge the situation independently.

After Zhang Dabiao led the soldiers of the two companies away, Zhao Gang was a little excited and a little nervous.

He checked the Mosin-Nagant in his hand over and over again. The gun was always kept in the best condition under his careful maintenance.

After a while, the agreed time came.

Zhao Gang led the soldiers, under the natural cover provided by crops, crouching and constantly approaching the exit to the south of Wanjia Town.

At a distance of 200 meters, he raised his arm to signal the soldiers to stop advancing, and then took out a telescope to carefully observe the defensive position on the opposite side.

To be honest, in Zhao Gang's eyes, these puppet soldiers are really incompetent, and they can even make a crooked pile of sandbags. There are only eleven people in total, and six of them are already asleep.

The only threat to them in the defensive position is a machine gun. But the enemy is in the dark, and for a sharpshooter, that light machine gun is no different from a live target.

"Comrades, the puppet army's vigilance is very low. Let's try to see if we can kill them without shooting."

"If this idea doesn't work, don't hesitate to attack immediately! Our goal is the stable!"

Just as Zhao Gang led a company of soldiers to move forward silently, the squad leader of the second devil in front was awakened by a pee, and coupled with the hot weather, he was very irritable at this time.

When he was about to pee, he saw the machine gunner who had fallen asleep. So he walked over very dissatisfied and slapped the other person in the face.

"How dare you sleep? What if the Eighth Route Army or the preserved fruit troops come to attack us? Are you waiting to die?"

The machine gunner who was awakened by the whip covered his face with grievance. Since they came to Wanjia Town, except for the local people who were reluctant to run away, even the bandits were unwilling to come here.

As for the so-called guarding, it was simply to see if there were any passing caravans or fat sheep delivered to the door.

But the reputation of this place has long been stinking, and there have been no outsiders for a long time. In addition, it has been working night shifts for five consecutive days, and it is difficult not to doze off.

The squad leader of the puppet army looked at the other party who had no words to say, and nodded with satisfaction. Bullying his subordinates is one of his few hobbies.

He was going to go to the toilet in the crops in front. The second devil who was completely unguarded was even thinking about what to eat for breakfast this morning, but as he walked, two black shadows rushed out from their left and right sides.

Two soldiers from the first battalion pressed on this traitor and covered his mouth with their hands.

Zhao Gang came to the side of this waste with a TT33 pistol. Before the muzzle of the gun was pointed at his head, he saw fear and begging for mercy in his eyes.

So Political Commissar Zhao put his index finger in front of his lips and said to the traitor:

"I can not kill you, but you must answer my questions. If you dare to do anything wrong, then I can't guarantee your safety."

Seeing the other party blinking desperately, he asked the soldiers to let him go. Then he asked about the situation inside Wanjia Town and learned the specific location of the stable.

At this time, there were two pieces of news, one good and one bad.

The good news was that the location of the stable was very close to the exit in the south, and they could completely defend there and force the enemy to the north.

The bad news was that because the traitor made too much noise when he beat people, all the second devils on the defensive position woke up, and the soldiers could only choose to attack by force.

Zhao Gang aimed his Mosin-Nagant at the machine gunner who was still smoking, and with the light of the torch, a bullet drilled into his forehead fiercely.

The puppet army was startled by the sudden attack, but the death of only one person was not enough to make them flee.

A bald man kicked his own corpse away, hid his body behind a sandbag and pulled the trigger, the bullets swept randomly without a target.

Seeing this courageous behavior, everyone shook their heads helplessly. The sound of the machine gun must have awakened the enemies in Wanjia Town, and they needed to act quickly.

Zhao Gang and more than 20 nearby soldiers knelt on one knee to pull the bolt, with the butt of the gun against their shoulders and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

It must be said that the soldiers from the divisional teaching regiment are really good. A round of volleys left no living people in the opponent's defensive position.

So Zhao Gang immediately took the lead and rushed out of the farmland, and rushed into Wanjia Town with the soldiers at the fastest speed. Soon, the soldiers killed to the stable.

There was a lot of space nearby, and while the enemy had not come out of the barracks, the soldiers immediately built a position here.

Most people chose the shooting point with the help of the yard in front of the stable, while Zhao Gang came to a commanding height and hid his figure in the shadows.

From the barracks, puppet soldiers carrying cavalry rifles rushed towards the stables. After being attacked, the first reaction of these traitors was to find their horses.

Faced with such a waste that did not even investigate the battlefield, the soldiers of the New Second Regiment would certainly not be polite. The MAS-36, with its firepower far exceeding the Type 38 rifle, harvested the lives of the traitors one by one.

When the puppet army had a little more people, the FM-24/29 on the high ground began to fire long bursts. The bullets from the rifles and light machine guns were as dense as hail, and the enemies attacking the stables fell down one after another.

In order to preserve the horses as much as possible, the battalion commander of the puppet army ordered not to use mortars, grenade launchers and grenades.

But without these three weapons, the infantry attacking a position with reasonable firepower distribution is no different from seeking death.

Seeing the sharp increase in casualties among his men, the battalion commander of the puppet army also felt distressed. Although he didn't care about the lives of these people, if the number was not enough, it would definitely affect his ruling power.

So he immediately ordered to use his trump card, a Type 92 heavy machine gun awarded to him by his master.

But what the machine gunner didn't know was that those who operated the heavy machine guns had long been targeted by Zhao Gang.

The political commissar standing on the commanding heights did not take action at the beginning of the battle. In his opinion, the soldiers could fully cope with the current situation, so he did not expose his position.

But after the enemy came out with a heavy machine gun, he had to prioritize the enemy's firepower point.

Zhao Gang used his own unique method to adjust his breathing, put the butt of the Mosin-Nagant on his shoulder and aimed at the target. After pulling the trigger, he hid himself immediately without checking whether he hit the target.

Although the vision and shooting range of the commanding heights were good, it was inconvenient to move. If the enemy targeted him, he would definitely be in danger.

This gun certainly focused on the enemy without any suspense, but this time it did not hit the head, but the shoulder.

The screams of the machine gunner made his comrades nearby feel daunted by this machine gun.

Under the constant urging of the puppet army battalion commander, another unlucky guy filled in the shooting position.

This man's fate was not much different from that of his predecessor, the only difference was that he fired a few bullets.

This time, no puppet soldier was willing to touch this heavy machine gun.

The threat to life, coupled with the resentment and anger accumulated in daily life, these second devils immediately turned their guns and killed their battalion commander and his lackeys.

The puppet troops, no longer restrained, immediately scattered and ran towards the direction where Zhang Dabiao was lying in ambush.