Joseon Needs a Coup - Chapter 359



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#2-16. As a Devil Dressed in Karki (2)

“Everyone, wake up! Let’s make those guys wet their pants just by looking at our uniforms!”

He shouted, raising the assault rifle in one hand. The rifle he was holding had a long barrel attached to the end of the barrel for street fighting, and the suspenders on his chest were full of thirty-round assault rifle magazines and grenades, so much so that they were even full around his waist.

This was the same for his subordinates. They had to carry as much ammunition as they could while conducting assault operations as possible. In fact, the ammunition they were carrying right now was barely enough for a single combat.

Everyone felt like their bladders were going to burst, their breathing was ragged, their hearts were pounding, and they were tired from pedaling so hard to get here, but their minds were clearer than usual. Perhaps it was because of the imminent battle with the enemy, but it seemed to suppress the fatigue that had built up in their bodies, which were excited and expectant.

The first thing they saw was enemy sentries who had no idea they were being raided. One of them had a cigarette in his mouth, and the other was lighting a match, joking or bragging about how much he had plundered this time.

The guards and the Ji Cheong-cheon unit, whose eyes met each other, were able to look at each other’s faces for a very short time. And as soon as the silence flowed, the enemies, with expressions of incomprehension, still had cigarettes in their mouths, but they quickly reached out and picked up the rifles they had placed. The one who was trying to light the cigarette threw the match on the ground and tried to shout to call his comrades who were probably nearby.

No, to be precise, it would have been right to say that they had tried to do that. They were already a step too late, and Lieutenant Ji Cheong-cheon had already placed his hand on the trigger, aiming the assault rifle he was holding at the enemy.

As his brigade commander had shown, he didn’t have the luxury of taking a fancy and aiming shot, but at this distance, even if he rained down pointed fire with his cannon, he would still be able to hit every target.

Tata tata tata tata tang!

And then the trigger was pulled, the bullets in the magazine were sucked into the chamber, and then instantly extracted into the cartridge case, releasing a strong smell of gunpowder. The recoil of the gun, stronger than expected, hit my shoulder hard. Ji Cheong-cheon frowned and put the buttstock on his side to control it.

Before the enemy who was hit by the bullet could even drop the cigarette he was holding in his mouth, his magazine was empty in an instant. Then, suddenly, upon hearing the sound of gunfire, other enemy soldiers began to run toward him without exception, and Sergeant Ji Cheong-cheon skillfully took out the magazine from the pouch on his right, inserted a bullet, and pulled the bolt.

Click, a well-oiled sound was heard, and then another burst of gunfire. This time, it wasn’t just that. The assault infantry following their platoon leader also took up their firing positions and began to spray bullets. It was definitely on a different level from the firepower of the Ashiq rifle or the sniper rifle.

Come to think of it, the only automatic firearms I’ve ever handled were machine guns like the Madsen and Maxim. This was the first time I’ve seen something this powerful among the equipment that an individual can carry. In situations like this, I had to hold a sniper rifle and suppress them, but it was definitely difficult to suppress them unless I was at close range, so usually veterans or skilled instructors or higher had to step in.

Or, they could have just started by putting in grenades and going in. The Madsen were a reserve unit that could be used by company or battalion commanders in times of emergency, so they couldn’t be used in this situation. However, the assault rifle was definitely so innovative that it completely changed the operational doctrine of assault infantrymen.

Enemies who had been shot in the head, chest, and stomach fell backwards, or fled inside the building to avoid the gunfire. Occasionally, there was a response, but soon, in the midst of the rapid gunfire, it was all silence as if it had never happened.

“We have taken over the outposts!”

“We must continue to push them back and open up a breakthrough for our follow-up troops! Advance!”

Lieutenant Ji Cheong-cheon, who had killed the enemy for the first time since taking office, took out a grenade and threw it into the building where the enemy was hiding, and shouted. At the same time, an explosion was heard, and enemy soldiers hiding inside the thatched house were seen being thrown out like toys.

As the enemies, crushed by the powerful firepower and shock, threw away their weapons and fled, the friendly infantry company that followed immediately began to trample the depths of the city. Watching this, he took out the signal flare launcher that was roughly attached to his waist and fired it into the air.

As the khaki demons finally broke through, death began to appear in various forms in the gap.

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As the red signal flares rose in the sky, the infantry battalions that followed joined their respective front lines and began to push back the enemies located in the northern and eastern parts of the city center. They were busy surrendering or fleeing in an instant, completely unaware of why the enemies had appeared behind them.

There were also a few enemy groups that rushed out from all over the streets to respond. They held out in the buildings and on the crowded streets, throwing grenades and trying to implement simple small-unit tactics that they had learned from the Japanese, however crudely: ‘Find the enemy’s flank and strike it!’

But they had to pay the price of facing infantry assaults from the front. What the Japanese had taught them was something that could only be used when the front line was fixed. That meant that it was effective against militias who were holding out in settlements and holding out, or against large and small warlord groups who were fighting them clumsily.

But the assault infantry were a completely different opponent. They had neither a front line nor flanks. Small units continued to move, like water flowing, using the terrain throughout the city, and in their search for the enemy’s flanks, they were exposed, their own flanks and rears were hit, and they had to collapse.

Even though they tried to do as they were taught, some officers began to attack the enemy’s front as they were unable to find the enemy’s flank. They judged that since they were divided into small units, their frontal firepower would be weaker.

In normal circumstances, this choice might not have been a bad one, but the problem was that their opponents were not ordinary soldiers. Rather, this was a form of combat that assault infantry preferred.

The choice was to be completely suffocated to death by the combination of the powerful assault rifle firepower and the appropriate amount of grenade firepower, and the enemy’s swarming from all sides as if they were herding rabbits, and the platoon’s mobility and firepower. Such attacks were not only carried out in the east.

Attacks continued from the north, and panicked men, mistakenly believing that the enemy’s division-level offensive was continuing, fled to the innermost parts of the city or began to retreat southward where the main force of friendly forces was headed. However, there were bound to be points where resistance was the strongest.

-Tutatatata tang! Tatatata tang!

“Whoa! Shh! Machine gun! Enemy machine gun ahead at 11 o’clock!”

“Turn around! Turn around!”

The strange sound of rapid fire filled the city that had only moments ago been filled with the one-sided gunfire of infantry assaults, as if a machine gun had been installed in the church building where a cross was prominently displayed, built by missionaries some time ago. As soldiers exposed to machine gun fire fell to the ground screaming, others returned fire and pulled their comrades to safety.

“The fucked cubs have a cannon over there!”

“Sergeant! Bow your head!”

Ji Cheong-cheon, whose glasses were shattered and blood was flowing out of his cheek, cursed and poured suppressive fire on the enemy machine gun. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured, but the fragments created when the machine gun bullet grazed the bricks seemed to have shattered his glasses and left small wounds.

“Hey! Call the Madsen shooters and tell them to rain bullets on the roof of the building! The rest of you, the enemy riflemen who are haphazardly setting up a defensive line next to the building, use your firepower to push them back so they can’t do anything!”

Sergeant Ji Cheong-cheon distorted his impression and gave instructions to his subordinates behind him. They nodded and began to figure out their firing positions in order to achieve the most effective results from what their commander had instructed.

At that very moment, the friendly companies joined in and began to capture the enemy’s front, and the flanks were slowly being revealed. The company commander ordered his subordinate platoons to suppress the enemy’s firepower as much as possible, and then looked at the Ji Cheong-cheon area and shouted.

“1st Platoon Leader, we’ll pin them down with firepower, so take care of those twins!”

“Understood! 1st Platoon, follow me!”

The Madsen gunner and the assistant gunner, who had taken a firing angle while clinging to the wall of the building, concentrated fire on the building where the machine gun was mounted, and the grenades flying from the grenade launcher exploded among the enemy troops, causing confusion. The enemy, who had been caught by surprise and were completely outgunned, were relying even more dramatically on the firepower of their own machine guns.

It was clear that they were struggling, as the machine gun fire was more intense than before.

Of course, there were also appropriate manuals for enemies who resisted in this way. In the case of assault infantry with automatic weapons, they concentrated the company’s firepower to the front as much as possible and semi-forcibly fixed the enemy’s power. In the case of smaller platoons or squads, they divided into firing teams to suppress the enemy’s fire positions and then charged in to finish them off with grenades and rifles.

It wasn’t much different from the current urban warfare situation. All tactics were applied according to the situation and environment, and for officers, especially those commanding the assault infantry, the best elite infantry in Asia, this element of improvisation was also a very important virtue of judgment.

In other words, this meant that among these assault infantrymen, who had to deploy tactics appropriate to the on-site situation, make their own judgments, and somehow accomplish the goals set by their superiors, it was difficult for those who were principled or old-fashioned to survive here.

No, I wouldn’t raise someone with such stubbornness in the first place.

“Use your assault rifles and Madsen to make those bastards lose their heads! Grenade launchers, don’t spare your ammo and fire on the front lines while our troops are on the flank!”

The company commander’s shouts could be heard from afar, and soon after, the sound of rapid fire could be heard frantically, indicating that they were pouring out ammunition without sparing any effort. Under their active covering fire, Section Chief Ji Cheong-cheon and the 1st Platoon were finally able to face the vulnerable side of the enemy. When the enemy’s softest yet deadly part was exposed, he swallowed his saliva without realizing it.

It seemed that most of the defenders were gathered here, so if we could just break through here, the rest of the area would be easily recaptured. The enemies were all focused on the front, pulling the bolts of their rifles like crazy or throwing grenades at the relatively long distance. Perhaps the enemies were also in a state of panic, throwing everything they could find.

“Prepare the grenades.”

Sergeant Ji Cheong-cheon skillfully lowered his posture and signaled to one of his squads to take out grenades from their pouches. He then threw them at the enemies who had exposed their sides, and counted in his mind. And usually, before he could count to four, an explosion occurred, and screams and curses clearly poured out from the enemy lines.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dust that flew up with the explosion obscured their vision, but they paid no attention and stood up, aiming their assault rifles forward. Then they fired at a few struggling enemies, and then, following the platoon leader’s shout, they moved forward with the same skill they had used during their usual training.

“Now is the time! Enter, enter!”

“Hey, you damn Bangtz kids… … .”

“Fuck you!”

The enemy, who was bleeding profusely and cursing in broken Korean, tried to pick up the rifle that had fallen beside him while lying against the wall, but was immediately hit by a barrage of assault rifle fire and fell down. Ji Cheong-cheon also tried to climb up to the rooftop where the machine gun was, but when he heard a loud crashing sound, he signaled to stop for a moment and aimed his gun at the stairs, only to run into the enemies rushing down.

“Chew… … .”