Chapter 114: We Encountered the German Army

All the soldiers of the th Division's 600th Regiment have also already noticed Division Commander Dai Anlan beside them, his expression solemn as he looks toward the Xibu direction.

Dai Anlan's habit is just like that, charging on the front.

"Move fast."

"Faster, move into the position."

"Quick! Quick! The Division Commander can watch us from the side."

The Expeditionary Force is only eight hundred meters from the Xibu Japanese Army at this moment, and Dai Anlan, as the attacking side, keeps trying to close the distance between his troops and the Japanese.

Attack means sacrifice.

More sacrifice.

The regiment's Eighth Company has already fully received supplies; before the fighter planes arrived, everyone ate something in time to fill their stomachs.

The soldiers ate mostly Canned Beef and chocolate, both high in calories and protein, making them the most suitable food now.

Aircraft in the sky skimmed over the Expeditionary Force positions, flying toward the Japanese Army positions, while the BF109's machine gun opened fire.

Rat‑rat‑rat.

Song Yunfei's BF109 fighter, its cannon first fired bullets toward the Japanese Army's flag direction.

A stream of bullets fell; the Japanese Army was reduced to dismembered corpses, blood and flesh smeared, hit by a 20mm cannon, leaving virtually no chance of survival; any bullet that hits flesh inevitably turns it into a bloody mess.

But in an instant, Song Yunfei said over the aircraft's radio, "Watch the southeast corner; there seem to be many people crowded there, probably not Japanese."

Song Yunfei relied on experience to determine whether they were Japanese, because when the bombers bombed earlier, he was escorting and found the Japanese "yellow‑skin monkeys" reacted quickly, scattering the moment they saw the bombers.

"Roger!"

"Roger!"

"Roger!"

Though it's uncertain whether those are Burmese People, at this moment Song Yunfei's mission is to destroy the Japanese Army's First Defensive Line.

As the first fighter's machine gun began firing, the muzzle roared with flame; the three BF109 fighters trailing behind Song Yunfei also rained bullets onto the ground Japanese.

Rat‑rat‑rat.

The ground Japanese positions were filled with thick smoke, especially several Japanese artillery positions, clearly targeted by the fighters.

Xibu Japanese positions.

"Baka! Take cover," the Japanese officers at each position shouted anxiously, but against the aircraft in the sky they were completely helpless.

The Xibu Japanese were terrified.

Colonel Xiangyuan Wuwei Zhifu, commander of the 148th Regiment, felt that his opponent was not the Chongqing troops but the German army?

He even considered whether to report to the Division Commander that German forces had appeared ahead of him.

In the sky were German aircraft, and the enemy's weapons were the newly equipped German MG42 General Machine Gun.

This forced Colonel Xiangyuan Wuwei Zhifu to wonder who exactly the enemy before him was.

At the th Division positions, the Machine Gunners opened fire first.

On the 600th Regiment's machine gun position, five brand‑new MG42 General Machine Guns were mounted on sandbags, still smelling of gun oil, their muzzles pointing at the Japanese trenches surrounding Xibu.

"Fire!" the Squad Leader ordered, and the shooter slammed the trigger.

Rat‑rat‑rat!!!

It wasn't gunfire, it was the roar of hell!

Of course, after the th Division soldiers obtained MG42s, the Eighth Company's machine gunners had told them not to hold down the trigger, otherwise the barrel would become extremely red.

But the th Division warriors may have forgotten; the MG42 spews bullets at a furious rate of 1,200 rounds per minute, the barrel turning bright red instantly, and the shells rain down on the soil like a Myanmar downpour.

That sound was not "rat‑rat‑rat" at all, but silver bolts of lightning tearing through the Japanese positions.

"Nani!" Inoue, the Company Captain of the Japanese Army's First Defensive Line, stared in disbelief at the ferocious Chinese firepower!

"Retreat, quickly."

The hellish sound even the Little Devil couldn't endure, scrambling wildly for cover, even retreating.

The Japanese Army's frenzy is directed at the weak, but when faced with a stronger opponent, it shows cowardice.

Bang bang bang!

Inoue decisively fired, killing the Japanese soldier who was trying to retreat.

Inoue shouted, "Hold the position, no retreat."

"Rat—rat—rat—!!!"

Bullets turned into a visible silver streak, spraying the Japanese positions. The earth mound exploded, wooden stakes shattered, and a Japanese machine gunner who had just stuck his head out was cut down before he could even scream, his upper body reduced to a sieve, with blood mist visible to nearby Japanese soldiers.

The machine gunner roared, shouting, "Fuck, awesome!"

"Change the barrel!"

The assistant shooter pulled out the scorching barrel and swapped in a cold spare, the whole process taking only five seconds.

The next second, the soul‑shattering "chainsaw sound" rang again, crushing the Japanese heads so they could barely lift them.

"What a beast! This machine gun is damn powerful!" an old soldier crouched nearby, reloading his rifle while grinning, "When the Japanese hear that sound, their crotches get wet!"

Indeed, in the opposite trench, Japanese soldiers looked pale, huddling deep in the shelter, trembling.

Some Japanese officers even thought they were not facing the Huaxia Army, but rather the Germans, their allies on the other side of the earth.

The MG42 roared nonstop, its bullets pouring down like a torrential rain, completely suppressing the Japanese firepower.

Jiang Anguo arranged the first shipment of supplies, including ten MG42 General Machine Guns, to strengthen the th Division's firepower and break through the Japanese Xibu defensive line.

It's not that Jiang Anguo is stingy; the MG42 simply wastes ammunition, and even though Jiang Anguo now has twenty thousand points daily, he still can't keep fire at full capacity.

If Jiang Anguo were to move with the troops, there would be no problem—bullets could be fired freely—but now he is still some distance away from the th Division.

Without his own industrial base, ammunition is indeed a problem.

Jiang Anguo even wondered, if the system collapsed, where would he obtain weapons and ammunition?

The position of the 200th Division.

The soldiers of the Expeditionary Force saw the warplanes in the sky had already launched an attack on the Japanese Army on the ground, and the Japanese soldiers on the ground were scurrying about in panic everywhere.

On the ground position, the Silver Lightning was still reaping the Japanese soldiers opposite.

Since entering Myanmar, when had they ever had such a luxurious formation? Their courage had increased considerably.

The charge bugle of the 600th Regiment sounded.

Dee-dee...

"Chinese Expeditionary Force, kill!" The order to attack was given.

Quan Zong of the Eighth Company was the first to leap out of the trench, holding an MP40 Submachine Gun, rat-a-tat-tat.

"Kill!"

"Charge forward!"

Liu Shaofeng received the order to attack. With a single command, the soldiers of the 600th Regiment leaped up and rushed out of the trench. The machine gunners first opened fire on the Japanese position.

"Machine gunners, provide cover! Charge!" Quan Zong led the way out of the trench. The soldiers of the Eighth Company formed teams in groups of three or five, not clustering together, and surged forward.

If one looked from the sky, they would find that the charge of the 600th Regiment was very similar to that of the Eighth Company.

It turned out that after this period of getting along and fighting together,

everyone had recognized the Eighth Company's method of fighting. Dai Anlan had even come personally to seek advice. Quan Zong had held nothing back and told Dai Anlan the method of organizing and launching a charge.

Indeed, if they all rushed out in a swarm, it would certainly look advantageous in terms of numbers, but their own casualties would be far too great.

It was fine in the era of cold weapons, but with firearms, one bullet meant one life. A single sweep from the enemy's machine gun could take countless lives.

The Eighth Company not only kept its machine gunners in the rear, but also had its snipers following behind. However, the snipers only stopped when the charge reached a distance of three hundred meters.

One must know that before, the distance was eight hundred meters. At that range, a sniper might not necessarily be able to hit the target.

A Little Devil machine gunner popped up. At this moment, the 200th Division was charging at the front, only 50 meters from the Japanese position. The Little Devil machine gunner looked confident, because as long as he pulled the trigger, he could reap the Chinese soldiers opposite.

Bang

A gunshot rang out. A bullet pierced through the crowd, and a machine gunner on the Japanese position fell to the ground.

In the rear position, sniper Xing Xi looked at the Little Devil killed in the distance, calmly drew a line on his ammunition box. Looking closely, there were already eighteen lines drawn on it.

That is to say, Xing Xi had already killed eighteen Little Devils.

The Expeditionary Force soldiers charging on this line, seeing the enemy fire weaken, immediately ran faster. At this moment, adrenaline surged; they didn't care at all about death, only knowing to complete the mission, launch the charge, and kill the Japanese.

A true hail of bullets.

The soldiers charged while enduring Japanese bullets. Countless soldiers would die on the path of the charge, yet they resolutely attacked the Japanese.

Because they knew that behind them were their comrades, their brothers-in-arms they lived with day and night.

Some soldiers even saw their division commander, running no slower than them. Dai Anlan was surrounded by countless guards and soldiers of the 600th Regiment. Dai Anlan was the backbone; they would not allow their division commander to be injured.

"Kill!"

The Eighth Company and the 200th Division charged into the Japanese defensive position.

The squad and platoon leaders of the Eighth Company, wielding MP40 Submachine Guns, first eliminated the enemies within the position. The soldiers behind them then jumped into the position and occupied advantageous positions.

A Japanese sergeant let out a sharp shriek. The Japanese soldiers roared in unison, "Hai!" The Type 30 bayonets at the front of their Type 38 rifles were uniformly angled forward.

It was clearly visible that the Little Devils' hands were trembling.

"Damn it! Little devils, you still want to play bayonet fighting with me? Machine gunners, fire!" Quan Zong roared.

Rat-a-tat-tat.

The Silver Lightning, like a chainsaw, reaped the Japanese soldiers.

"Nani!" The Japanese sergeant looked at his body in disbelief. A 7.92mm bullet had pierced through his abdomen. Why wouldn't the Chinese soldiers opposite engage him in bayonet fighting?