After graduating from Huangpu, he rose to prominence as a regiment leader.

At the front line ten minutes ago.

The Shanxi-Suiyuan Army soldiers here were still cheering for the elimination of the Japanese suicide squad.

As the commander here, the head of the 357th Regiment, Yang Song, smiled for the first time after the battle started: "The people at the back finally came up with a good idea. Who came up with the idea of the sharpshooter team?"

The staff officer at the side shook his head: "I don't know, but it's definitely not the temporary commander. I heard that the temporary commander has died."

Yang Song shook his head disdainfully: "It's better if it's not him. If he dies, it won't affect the war situation. It's a joke to play power games in the middle of a war!"

It can be heard that Yang Song already has quite a lot of complaints against the temporary commander.

As the commander of the 357th Regiment, Yang Song was originally ordered by his superiors to form a joint front here with the 358th and 359th Regiments, combining the military strength of the three regiments to stop the Japanese invaders with all their might.

In order to facilitate overall command, a temporary commander was sent to command the battlefield over the three regiment commanders.

This is why Yang Songgui, as the head of a regiment, was reduced to running to the front line to command and even facing the front line of the Japanese attack.

Yang Song complained about this many times in private, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Why? Because apart from him, Chu Yunfei of the 358th Regiment was dispatched to the direction of Cangyunling, where there were more Japanese soldiers and no support from the rear. If they were not careful, they would be targeted by the Japanese army.

There was also Qin Feng from the 359th Regiment. Most of the troops in the entire regiment were withdrawn, leaving only one battalion, and they were thrown into a small county town in front of the front line, facing the first wave of offensive from the Japanese.

Otherwise, why do people say that the temporary commander likes to create checks and balances? He has the command power of three regiments and even uses the commanders of the three regiments as battalion commanders. Isn't this funny?

Yang Song withdrew his thoughts and suddenly heard his soldiers shouting loudly: "The Japs are coming again!"

Yang Song lay on the sandbag, trying to look up at the Japanese soldiers charging towards him.

The Matsushima Regiment was indeed the elite regiment of the Japanese. Even if the attack of the suicide squad was thwarted, they could immediately organize the Japanese to continue the charge.

Yang Song did not care about the possibility of being hit by stray bullets. He stood up and shouted loudly: "Increase the depth of the defense line, maintain the firepower of the machine gun positions, don't save bullets for me, aim at the Japs and shoot them to death!"

Yang Song knew very well that facing the Japanese who liked to charge on board, the firepower of heavy machine guns was the best way to contain them.

But the Japanese regiment commander was not a fool. He would focus on clearing out the heavy machine guns. Every time a heavy machine gun was destroyed, there would be one less in the hands of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army.

"Boom!"

A Japanese artillery shell landed accurately in a machine gun position.

The Shanxi-Suiyuan Army soldier who was operating the heavy machine gun was blown far away by the impact and fainted in the trench.

But no one could care less. The entire battlefield was filled with separations of life and death, and death was commonplace.

"Move the machine gun position five meters to the left to avoid the Japanese artillery bombardment. Someone else go and straighten the machine gun. Don't stop the fire!" Yang Song shouted at the top of his voice, but in fact, the entire battlefield was filled with a mixture of various sounds, making it difficult to implement all the commands.

Seeing more and more Japanese soldiers rushing towards the position, Yang Song became extremely anxious and wished he could operate the machine gun himself.

Yang Song, a staff officer standing by, was also extremely anxious: "Commander, the trenches dug by the Japanese are too close to our positions. This distance is most suitable for the Japanese to charge in groups. It would be better if we had a few more heavy machine guns!"

Yang Song knew this truth very well. If the two front positions had not been lost and they had been forced to abandon several heavy machine guns, how could they allow the Japanese to launch a charge so unscrupulously?

Moreover, the heavy machine guns themselves would be eliminated by the Japanese, and their defensive positions were already in jeopardy!

And just then.

A soldier came trotting out of the trench: "Commander! Someone is being sent from the rear headquarters!"

Hearing this news, Yang Song immediately had a bad feeling: "Are they asking us to retreat again? I knew that the group of people behind us would only hold me back!"

"No, not this!" The soldier's face was filled with excitement: "It's equipment and supplies. Several large trucks are coming!"

"What? You mean the supplies are coming?" Yang Song raised his eyebrows, obviously very surprised, but he did not forget to ask about the situation: "What is being transported on the truck?"

"It's heavy machine guns! Lots of heavy machine guns, and lots and lots of bullets. The brother driving the car said it's enough for us to fight for two days and two nights!" The soldiers were very excited, because having supplies meant there was still hope, and they could continue to hold their positions.

Yang Song's expression eased a lot, because with this batch of heavy machine guns, they could still hold their position, which at least made their situation better than it was now.

"I don't know who is taking over the command in the rear now, but the decision he made is much more reliable than those shitty superiors."

As soon as Yang Song finished speaking, a soldier hurried over here.

"Commander! Commander! We got the news that our sharpshooter team has approached the position. The team leader said they can eliminate the enemy's main firepower!"

"Really? Did he really say that? Can the Japanese gunners and machine gunners be dealt with?" Yang Song asked.

"Yes!" the soldier responded in the affirmative.

The staff officer nearby expressed his confusion: "How is this possible? Rifles can't hit that far, and even if they did, it wouldn't be accurate and lethal. This is probably an exaggeration."

Yang Song glared at his staff officer and said, "But they just dealt with the Japanese death squad from a long distance away. I saw it with my own eyes!"

After saying this, Yang Song didn't care whether the staff officer could accept it or not. At this moment, a bold idea had already emerged in his mind.

Not only did the rear headquarters dispatch this team of sharpshooters with extremely accurate shooting skills and long range, but they also sent a batch of heavy machine guns for deployment.

This clearly shows that they saw the Japanese front line moving forward and were ready to mobilize all forces to eliminate the Japanese's effective forces.

Yang Song immediately shouted: "Deploy all these heavy machine guns forward. When the Japanese launch a full-scale charge, fire at them. We can already hit the Japanese trenches from this distance."

"Also, have that sharpshooter team keep a close eye on the position of the Japanese gunners. Whether we can win this battle depends on whether our heavy machine guns can play their role and whether they are powerful enough!"

Yang Song's order was quickly executed, and the heavy machine guns were placed in various commanding heights in turn to facilitate the fire suppression of the Japanese from a high position.

After a moment's preparation, the brand new heavy machine guns burst into intense flames!

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

When the machine gunner started to operate the machine gun, he was surprised to find that the machine gun in his hand seemed a little unusual.

According to his shooting habits, the landing point of the tilted ammunition should be erratic and difficult to control well.

But at this moment, the machine gunner only saw that the rows of Japanese soldiers charging forward were mowed down one after another, as if they were cutting wheat.

Not only that, because the Japanese had brought the two sides closer together, the machine gunners were even able to continuously fire at the Japanese trenches.

Many Japanese soldiers who had just crawled out were inexplicably hit by a volley of bullets, their bodies were covered in blood and flesh, and they were dead beyond death.

at the same time.

"boom!"

An extremely accurate bullet flew from behind and successfully killed a Japanese soldier who was squatting in front of the mortar and taking aim.

Without the interference from the Japs, the machine gunner only felt extremely refreshed. He had never felt that killing the Japs was so easy - he only had to aim at the trenches where the Japs showed their heads and then pull the trigger.

This brand new machine gun seems to be as easy as a finger, and it can hit whatever you point it at. Even the machine gunner feels that it is more accurate than shooting with an ordinary rifle!

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

Machine gun bullets were fired one after another crazily, and each burst formed a chain of death. The Japanese soldiers charging head-on had no way to avoid this fierce firepower.

In fact, not only could they not escape, but even many unlucky Japanese soldiers in the rear died inexplicably from the machine gun fire.

They never understood until their death why the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army's machine guns could fire so far and with such high accuracy!

After a fierce battle, Yang Song was surprised to find that the situation on the battlefield seemed to be far beyond his imagination!

He made a prompt decision and immediately picked up a submachine gun.

"Brothers, follow me! Kill this damn Matsushima Regiment. The enemy headquarters is just ahead!!"