Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

The continuous battles left the monk with few bullets left. After fighting for less than two minutes, there was a click and the blue fire in the monk's hand went out.

There are no more bullets.

The monk calmly took back the Gatling gun in his hand, placed the red barrel in front of himself, and held the cigarette between his lips against the red barrel.

He took a deep breath, and the cigarette in his mouth was instantly lit.

In less than two minutes, thirty-seven Japanese lives had been harvested, turning the entire front line red.

The monk finished smoking the cigarette in his mouth and took a Type 56 submachine gun handed to him by his comrade. The dense and rhythmic gunfire rang out again.

This time the monk did not choose automatic firing, but chose single shot, killing one Japanese soldier with one bullet.

The temporary position built by less than ten people turned into a reef in the waves, and it remained motionless no matter how the Japanese attacked.

At this time, the monk seemed to be replicating the Battle of Lijiaopo, except that the ones being surrounded were no longer the Kawasaki Battalion, but the monk himself, and he took advantage of the terrain.

As long as we can delay enough time, the Japanese will not be able to eat us.

The messenger sent the last message: "Reporting to the regiment, our Liangshan detachment has exchanged fire with the Japanese, and I look forward to drinking a celebratory drink with you all."

After sending this message, the communicator picked up a Type 56 submachine gun beside him and quickly joined the battle.

He was fighting and screaming at the same time, which made the monk look at him sideways. Was this guy really just a clerk before?

"Alright, alright, let the devils get closer before you attack them. Let them gather together a little bit."

The monk spat out the extinguished cigarette butt in his mouth and spoke loudly to his comrades around him.

Orders and prohibitions.

In an instant, the entire Liangshan detachment ceased fire and waited for the Japanese to continue gathering.

The monk lay at the lookout and watched the Japanese's movements. He saw that the troops behind them were indeed gradually gathering together, but the front line did not continue to advance.

Before the monk could taste the flavor, he heard a series of artillery shells whistling overhead.

"Grass!"

The monk cursed angrily.

The Japanese were not stupid either. Under the dense light weapons fire coverage of the independent regiment, even though they were fearless, they were unwilling to risk their lives. Instead, after preliminary tests, they chose to use artillery fire coverage.

"Damn it, the Japs aren't stupid either!"

The monk hid in a cat ear hole nearby with a single-soldier fuel-air bomb in his arms, trying to minimize the damage caused by the fierce enemy artillery fire.

It is said that this type of cat ear hole-shaped trench was taught to everyone by Minister Yu Ye. At the beginning, everyone did not take it seriously, but this time the monk personally experienced the benefits of this cat ear hole.

The artillery fire lasted for more than ten minutes. The Japanese artillery shells were even more frequent than the bullets used in the previous battle between the two sides. According to the monk's thorough understanding of the Japanese artillery configuration, the intensity and duration of the firepower at least used up a basic number of artillery shells equipped by a Japanese regiment.

Under the pressure from Yoshio Shinozuka, the Japanese went completely crazy.

One wave of attack wiped out an entire regiment of the Japanese mortar shells. It was crazy.

Everyone on the position hid in their cat ear holes, quietly waiting for the artillery fire to end. The monk was cursing, as he knew very well that after this round of artillery fire ended, it would be time for the Japanese to attack.

Finally, the gunfire died down.

Without any orders, all the members of the Liangshan Detachment hiding in the cat ear caves rushed directly to the position. Everyone knew that the Japanese were determined to eat them this time.

This is a life-and-death struggle.

All members of the Liangshan Special Operations Detachment, including the communicators, discovered that the Japanese were within fifty meters of them. The situation was extremely urgent, and all 56 assault rifles were fired.

At this moment, there was no time to think about how to manage the ammunition. The best thing was to be able to repel this wave of attacks by the Japanese. If we didn't use up all the bullets this time, there wouldn't be a next time.

Compared with the Japanese bolt-action rifles, the pressure capability of automatic light weapons is a dimensionality reduction attack.

It only took a few tens of seconds to suppress the approaching Japanese, but the crowd had few bullets left.

The monk did not hesitate at all. He stood on the trench with the individual fuel-air bomb in his hand, aimed and fired within one second.

The last individual soldier's fuel-air explosive bomb flew out of the barrel, dragging a bright yellow tail flame towards the Japanese, and exploded in the air about a hundred meters away from the position.

After an explosion, a cloud of white smoke flew away.

Some of the Japanese who had seen or heard about the explosion treated it as a powerful enemy. Without any warning, they immediately cried for their parents and ran as far as possible to the outskirts of the explosion.

But it's all too late.

How could the Japanese's reaction speed be faster than the explosion speed of the fuel-air bomb?

When the fuel and air were fully mixed, a secondary explosion occurred immediately.

boom!

A huge fireball shot up into the sky.

What followed was a violent explosion that spread in all directions, sweeping across an area of ​​dozens of meters around the explosion point. The visible shock wave shattered the internal organs of many Japanese soldiers.

The power of the individual soldier's fuel-air bomb was passed on by word of mouth among the Japanese. The 16th Brigade had indeed heard of it many times before, but to them it was just a legend, and it might even be exaggerated. But this time it actually exploded in front of everyone.

After the bright flame dissipated, the Japanese soldiers on the front line saw a scene that made their scalps tingle. All the Japanese soldiers around the explosion center were killed on the spot, and the Japanese soldiers in the center even turned into a pile of minced meat on the spot.

There was no longer a single Japanese soldier that could stand within an area the size of a football field.

silence!

An unspeakable silence fell across the entire battlefield.

Both sides of the battle stopped firing at the same time. Even the commander of the 16th Brigade, who was in the bunker behind the position and watching the battlefield situation with a telescope, felt his lips dry when he saw this scene and swallowed hard.

All the Japanese soldiers were looking at the devil-like figure. It was the artillery shells fired by him that sent nearly two hundred Japanese soldiers to meet the locusts.

These devils didn't even have the courage to fire back.

The monk held the empty tube after firing, glanced coldly at the battlefield, and then calmly jumped down from the trench. During this whole process, no Japanese dared to fire a single shot.

The communicator stared blankly at the captain who had just killed more than a hundred Japanese soldiers, and murmured, "Captain, you are really a bit fierce."

The monk's anger faded, and he looked at the battlefield behind him through the lookout. He was inspired and said softly, "I have never done good deeds in my life, and I only love killing people and setting fires. Suddenly, the golden rope was untied, and the jade lock was broken. The clouds in Heyuan County burst open, and today I know who I am."