inspire-indiana Chapter 508 Attack
Chapter 508 Attack
"Enemy attack," another Japanese soldier roared in horror and subconsciously pounced on the light machine gun.
But it's too late.
Lin Laisheng, who was already approaching, pulled out the M1911 tucked into his belt (the Nambu pistol in the holster on his waist was just a camouflage decoration) and started shooting.
“Snap! Snap! Snap!”
Two shots to the body and one to the head, the devil's eyes widened, he was deader than dead.
The other team members around him, the moment they heard Lin Laisheng's call to action, suddenly threw away the bolt-action rifles on their shoulders, moving as fast as lightning.
As if by magic, they pulled out the M1911 high-powered pistols that had been loaded and held tightly in their hands from their waists.
The short and thick gun body and angular shape are the symbol of death at this moment.
Everything happened so quickly, and the distance between the team members and the remaining puppet soldiers was close enough, which was just right for the pistols to be effective.
“Snap! Snap! Snap!”
“Snap! Snap! Snap!”
The sound of pistol gunfire, so dense that it made one's scalp tingle, suddenly broke out.
Everyone was shooting with two guns in their hands, like a storm.
The .45 caliber (11.43 mm) pistol bullets, like water splashing, swept towards the puppet soldiers at a very close distance.
Puff puff puff!
The sandbags were smashed into pieces and dirt was splashed everywhere. Many puppet soldiers didn't even scream before they were hit by at least five or six bullets, their whole bodies shaking and falling down like rag dolls.
At the same time, the remaining team members in camouflage uniforms were pouring out from the surroundings, fully armed and quickly approaching the checkpoint.
Lin Laisheng changed his pistol, turned around and jogged towards the first checkpoint.
The few team members who stayed there pointed the steaming muzzles of their guns at the remaining, still dazed puppet soldiers at the first checkpoint.
They shouted in Malay: "Don't move! Hand over your weapons and you won't be killed!"
"Bang! Bang!" Two precise bursts of shots directly knocked down two puppet soldiers who tried to raise their guns to resist.
The remaining puppet soldiers were completely frightened by the sudden and terrifying firepower, the instant death of their comrades and the black muzzles of their guns. They screamed, threw away their weapons, and lay on the ground with their heads in their hands, trembling.
The brief silence at the town entrance was completely broken, and the gunshots were like a signal.
At the checkpoint, Lin Laisheng, who had joined the rest of the main force, took an M1 carbine and roared, "Charge in! Target the town hall, the mansion, the blockhouse. Kill anyone who resists."
The remaining team members also took the M3 submachine guns and Winchester shotguns handed to them with smooth movements.
Lin Laisheng didn't even look at the two dead Japanese devils and the surrendered puppet soldiers. He led a small team and rushed directly into Tatatuna Town like a tiger descending from the mountain!
Almost at the same time they rushed into the town!
“Da da da da——!!!”
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"boom!"
Another team lying in ambush outside, according to the predetermined plan, simultaneously launched an attack on the blockhouse on the other side of the town.
Under the cover of the sniper, the Japanese sentry high on the blockhouse was quickly eliminated.
Then, accompanied by the roar of the RPG equipped with high-explosive warheads, two large holes were quickly blown into the brick and stone blockhouse that the Japanese thought was solid and secure.
Armed with M3 submachine guns and powerful Winchester M1912s, the team members quickly opened a gap with fierce firepower and then threw grenades.
This is an absolute crushing of firepower and also a crushing of generation gap.
The blockhouse was quickly captured, and everything that happened inside was like a massacre. The security captain and the other devils were like pitiful creatures. What were they equipped with?
Outdated Mauser rifles, even homemade muskets. The best they had were the Type 99 rifles used by a few Japanese soldiers.
With a slow firing rate and slow reloading, they couldn't even organize a decent resistance under the crazy fire coverage of the 277th Special Forces Regiment's automatic and semi-automatic weapons.
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The battle in the town was also progressing smoothly.
The Winchester M1912 blasted open the closed doors, windows and obstacles, and Lin Laisheng led his team members to advance quickly towards the town hall.
A small puppet army leader just stuck his head out of the second-floor window of the town hall and raised a pistol when a bullet fired by a sniper on the high ground of a distant building accurately blew off half of his skull.
Seven or eight security guards tried to resist by relying on the stone millstone in front of the town hall. After a few rifles had fired one or two shots and were still pulling the bolts, they were cross-fired by two M3 submachine guns from special forces who rushed over from the side.
The dense .45 bullets caused stone chips to fly everywhere, and people fell to the ground twitching as if they were electrocuted, with casualties everywhere in an instant.
The smell of blood spread, irritating the nerves of the remaining puppet troops.
"Devils! They are devils!"
"Run!"
The remaining puppet troops and security personnel completely collapsed. They cried for their parents, threw away their weapons and armor, and ran around the town like headless flies, wishing their parents had given them two more legs. They had completely lost the will to fight.
Lin Laisheng led the core team with a clear goal and headed straight for the most imposing brick and stone mansion with a courtyard in the center of the town - the home of Mayor Tatatuna Gong.
The gate was tightly shut, and terrified screams and chaotic footsteps could be heard from inside.
"Break the door." Lin Laisheng shouted.
A burly team member carrying a shotgun walked forward with a grim smile and aimed at the lock of the thick wooden door!
"boom!!!"
With a deafening bang, the steel balls and impact of the 12-gauge buckshot blasted a large hole through the door lock and the iron-clad door panel, sending wood chips flying.
"Go." Lin Laisheng was the first to rush in with a carbine.
The courtyard was in a state of disarray. Several male and female servants, dressed in silk and satin, their faces pale with fear, collapsed to the ground.
A fat man wearing a silk gown and gold-rimmed glasses, who looked like a wealthy businessman, was being protected by two burly servants armed with machetes and was trying to escape through the back door.
"Where is Tatatuna Gong?!" Lin Laisheng shouted in Malay, pointing his gun at the servants.
As a local chieftain of a prestigious family, this mayor's tendency to resist Dutch colonial rule and establish his own country is likely to make him a banner figure in future resistance against the Nanyang Kingdom's rule in Sumatra.
Lin Laisheng knew that his mission was to kill the other party completely.
A servant pointed tremblingly toward the backyard.
"Chase!" Lin Laisheng's eyes were cold as he led his team to chase after them.
The small door leading to the back mountain from the backyard was open.
The fat man and his two servants were crawling up the mountain.
"Da da da."
Lin Laisheng pulled the trigger without hesitation and fired a short burst of shots from the M1 carbine in his hand.
Puff puff puff, blood burst out from the fat businessman's back, he fell to the ground with a scream, and his gold-rimmed glasses shattered.
The two servants screamed strangely and tried to resist while waving their machetes.
Everyone raised their weapons and opened fire. The two servants were killed instantly, and their bodies fell next to the fat man.
The captured Tongue stepped forward, carefully identified him, and shouted in panic, "This man is not the mayor, but Kuankan, a wealthy businessman who is dependent on him."