The lieutenant simply analyzed the firepower configuration of the Eighth Route Route with the squad leader beside him, and then calculated the number of people from the Eighth Route and the six grenade launchers, which meant that there was an Eighth Route in the village. Of course, the lieutenant calculated according to the firepower configuration of the Japanese troops.

With the result, the lieutenant no longer hesitated and immediately ordered the two teams following him to push directly into the village from the east and west sides. One company's Eighth Route Army, facing his own squadron and fighting position wars, which was a joke. By the way, the Eighth Route Army's water depth and shallow water were also tried.

What the lieutenant didn't know was that the Eighth Route Army in the village was only half a platoon.

However, the heavy firepower of the Ninth Company is here.

Nearly half of the Japanese were injured, and the Japanese squad was intensified. They lost their ability to attack. A health soldier climbed up from behind and immediately bandaged the Japanese wounded soldiers.

Unpredictable, bang, a gunshot, the Japanese health soldier exposed to the fire fell to the ground, with a small eye on his chest and a big eye behind him, and he seemed to be unable to do so, and he was still twitching on the ground, and blood was squirting out of his mouth and nose. Finally, he knew why the flowers were so black. Under the dim fire, the blood seemed to be black.

According to international practice, when both sides exchange fire, they generally do not fight health soldiers, so health soldiers usually wear white sleeves.

The Japanese had never followed this convention, but they cursed in unison that the Eighth Route Army in the village did not abide by the rules.

Of course, Hu Yi may, probably, or perhaps, do not know about international practices.

The Japanese were still screaming at the entrance of the village. The two Japanese teams behind the reinforcements were pressing up with torches, but the speed was not fast. They rushed to the ground and caught up with the second wave of eighth-Road grenades. Not many, six gates fired volleys, only six shots. The grenades that were originally expected to attack the Japanese grenade launcher were immediately blown up, and now they were injured more than ten more times.

It was not that the Japanese had weak combat effectiveness, but that they had to march for a long distance. There were too many people and had to enter the land that the people reclaimed among the stones on the rocky hillside. Originally, the soil was made of small slopes like needles in the cracks of the stones, with large ditches and small ridges, and the ground was not three feet wide. It was a good place to hide in the ambush. We should attack quickly? The Japanese had a short legs and small body, and they had to look at it!

The sergeant lying on the ground in front lowered his head and checked that there seemed to be no fragments on his body. He looked back and pressed up. He immediately turned red and turned his eyes and became fierce. Then he roared with a few Japanese soldiers in the song of birds, and then brought the Japanese who could move up and launched a pig storm.

Seven or eight figures immediately rushed into the open ground, four people held guns, four people shook grenades, and were ready to throw them forward anytime and anywhere.

A slalom machine gun with a suppressed fire cover belt behind also rang, suppressing the black room.

The grenade launcher did not need command, and the grenades cooperated with the charge team and smashed them hard into the village.

The four scattered soldiers shot at the east and west, and shot the suspicious targets, three steps at two steps, and were about to pass through the open ground. In the black room behind the pile, the machine guns of the Eighth Route finally came out and bubbled. Dada, Pupu Pupu three machine guns fired, a Czech-style two crooked handles, the muzzle was on fire, and they were matched with several grenades that were spinning in the air.

The dense rain of bullets did not give the attacking Japanese any chance, and the attacking team had only had time to fire one shot. All the Japanese attacking teams lay on the ground, but still failed to attack the village!

The injured Japanese lying on the ground immediately smashed his grenade on his head. In the darkness ahead, the sound of rifles sounded.

The Japanese soldiers who were holding the grenades, which had already smashed the cap, fell off. The grenades thrown by the Eighth Route Army had exploded first, and then the three grenades exploded again.

The earth was trembling, bullets flew around, and eight corpses merged into the smoke of gunpowder. The crooked hand stopped for a moment, and then he burst into anger in panic.

Grenade launchers hit grenades one by one into the village, causing waves of rocks and heat waves. For a while, smoke and dust filled, igniting three or five private houses.

I didn't find any hidden secrets, so I hid in the village along the wall. I was blown up into the ditch by an explosion of grenades, and with a long series of howls, several figures twitched in the ditch and stopped moving.

Tang Dagou had a dark face, listened to the familiar screams mixed with the rumbling sound of the rumbling sound, and his ferocious face half-squinted his eyes as the Japanese tilted handle was in the position of a ball of fire, pulled the trigger, and a bullet rang, flew over with anger.

The machine gun ballistics pulled a few times into the sky, and then became hoarse.

A few seconds later, the robbery rang again. After one three o'clock, the big dog's bullet flew over again: "You're so fucking crying, I'll let you scream, how can you scream again?"

As the sound of words was heard, the machine gun ceased, and the rifle fired again. Before the machine gun could sound again, the bullets were all gone. He quickly pulled the gun and turned against the wall to press the bullets, but his mouth did not stop: "You are so fucking..."

The big dog curled up and leaned half against the wall, stretched his head and looked out the open door of the house, wearing a gray hat, which was as dirty as if it had not been washed in eight hundred years. Through the smoke and dust, he saw that the Japanese machine gun positions finally stopped emitting light, and the vague torches in the distance were like they were straight to the sky, with stars and stars, and it felt like they were approaching. Perhaps, that was an illusion.

......

The lieutenant turned around and looked at the fire dragon that had been stretching down from the mountain, and then looked at the tilted subordinates, with dark faces. Could it be that there are the main forces of the Eighth Route Army here? Are you planning to endure the end? A small mountain village wants to block the pace of the imperial army?

Then there is nothing to think about: "Mortar!"

...

The biggest difference between the two sides now is firepower. In many cases, the strength of firepower on the battlefield determines everything on the battlefield. Hu Yi concentrated his firepower, which not only made the opponent unable to raise his head, but also defeated the opponent's confidence. When facing a strong enemy, the enemy can also misjudgment of his own strength.

Two 90 mm caliber mortar shells were covered with paint on the outside. The friction between the paint and the metal when they slipped into the barrel sounded very harsh, perhaps pleasant.

Kou, Kou, the large-caliber mortar ejected from the borehole and smashed hard at the stubborn Eighth Route Forces position in the mountain village.

"Boss Hu, I've hit at least two of them this time, and the attacking Japanese have been destroyed. Should we retreat?" Luo Fugui was chasing, but Hu Yi didn't have time to answer. The unique whistling sound of the mortar shells came from far to near.

Lying down! After saying that, he turned to the ground and supported his body with his arms to prevent his chest from being grounded.

Such anti-aircraft art will be used by the Nine Corps.

Tang Dagou's group of soldiers who have experienced many battles will naturally be there. They have long been used to hearing the whistling of shells, and have not heard it for a long time. It feels quite pleasant.

Boom, Boom, as the earth trembled, two guys who had climbed on the roof were shocked. Fortunately, when they fell, the explosion's shock wave had passed, and fortunately they were not scratched by shrapnel. They hurriedly thanked the seven immortals and eight gods in their hearts.

The smoke of gunpowder was everywhere. The two guys who fell off the roof felt a burst of pain coming from their bodies. They opened their mouths and were about to howl, but they ate a mouthful of soil. The air was filled with mud and dust that had not been dissipated.

A mortar with a caliber that is half larger, is not a little guy like a grenade. Even the shells are just as powerful as a grenade, but they are a lethal cannon.

A group of rustic bulls who have never seen naval naval guns.

The Japanese mortar did not have a test fire because the distance was too close and it was not necessary for the Japanese gunners!

Therefore, the bullet point was a little crooked and fell a little in the village. Li Xiang's six grenade soldiers, hiding behind the house, were overturned. Fortunately, the Japanese shells were not accurate, and only three people were calling on the ground.

At this time, it was only five seconds before Luo Fugui was successful.

In the dark village, two storm columns of smoke were slowly pulled away by the mountain wind, slowly blurring into pieces under the flames.
Chapter completed!