There were about a dozen Japanese soldiers on the ground crawling in the bushes, about 60 meters from the machine gun fire point closest to the Eighth Route Army.

Outside the range of grenade throwing!

The machine gun bullets above the head were roaring, and this situation was not common. At least, I had never encountered it in the fight with the Eighth Route Team. It was all the sound of machine guns firing. It was obvious that the Eighth Route had three machine guns, and half a squadron of the Warriors actually had two machine guns.

The Japanese military commander was a middle-aged young man who had only been replenished from the country to the army. He had not been in the army for a long time. With his age, he should not be a military commander. However, he came from a certain family and had excellent swordsmanship. He only made a move to the army. The Japanese master personally arranged it to make him a peripheral search team and did not dare to put him in danger.

He ordered a Japanese soldier beside him to get up and observe the situation. The Japanese soldier was first-class in obedience to his superiors. The Japanese immediately looked at the eyes of several people around him, slowly stretched their necks, and first a green steel helmet emerged from behind the stone, hiding behind the stone.

I felt that there was no problem, and I rose again with my head holding the helmet, and the situation ahead came into sight.

Just as he was about to shrink his head to report to the sergeant, an accident happened. A series of fire flashed from the edge of the stones opposite, and several rifles opened fire, followed by the bullets with a dull sound.

With a crisp sound of "dang", a bullet drilled into the helmet.

The remaining Japanese men were lying on the ground, and they were about to lose their temper. The red and white things were everywhere in their steel helmets. The guy was still twitching before he died. The other Japanese men quickly lay on the ground and exchanged their eyes with their eyes, and their brains were beaten out. First aid? No more is needed.

The eighth-Road rifle had not fired earlier, and it turned out that it was intended to conduct precise and intensive shooting.

The sergeant thought he could attack so close because the Turkish Eighth Route Army was not strong in combat, and even planned to charge after the machine gun grenade launcher ceased.

Unexpectedly, after the machine guns in the Eighth Route Forces position stopped, there were even rifles attacking.

The military commander was unwilling to accept it, maybe it was a coincidence?

Carefully took off the helmet behind the stone, pushed it with a bayonet, leaned on it, and slowly stood up the upper gun until the helmet had just popped up a little, and a wave of rifle bullets was attracted. Until the helmet was hit by a bullet again, another sound of shock, the sergeant quickly retracted the bayonet and inspected it carefully, and found that the bullet had just passed by the edge of the helmet.

The Japanese military officer judged that the Eighth Route Army fired at least more than ten bullets on the steel helmet he had put up.

But how is this possible? Is this still a three-gun earth-Eighth Route Army with insufficient ammunition?

The attack was blocked, and the Japanese sergeant who led the team was not discouraged, but instead became happy. The second lieutenant said that the Eighth Route Army was poor. At present, this group of Eighth Route Army actually had such strong firepower, which shows that there may be a big shot in this group of Eighth Route Army.

After weighing the pros and cons, although I have experience in this situation, it is the first time I was beaten by the Eighth Route Army in the mountainous area.

After thinking, he immediately ordered the Japanese next to him: "Do throw a smoke and pop it out!" Then he turned his head: "Order, prepare to move forward, go to the pile of rocks in front, and throw grenades when you get there! No one in this group of eighth-way team can run away."

The Japanese military officers had no intention of stopping. They could throw a wave of grenades closer to the Eighth Route Position. Although there would be casualties, as long as they were valuable, casualties were not important.

We will reach the front of the chaotic factory piles, and then we will charge. There will be grenade launchers and machine guns behind us to support suppression, and the problem will be solved with just one charge.

As for charging up now, it is definitely not the best choice. Now it is just to advance and lay the foundation for charging later.

For large-scale attacks, you must wait until the infantry behind you follow before you continue to advance. Go a little further and go a little further between the bushes and stones. There is no problem with safety. You can also throw grenades at the Eighth Route Position to reduce the amount of grenades.

The smoke bomb exploded, and a stream of white smoke rose more than 20 meters ahead. Nine Japanese immediately stood up from the hidden place. With fearless excitement, they jumped high and low, ready to use the cover of the smoke to move towards the eighth route.

Unfortunately, the Japanese forgot that this was on the ridge.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and most of the smoke emitted from the smoke bomb was taken away by the mountain wind. The nine Japanese were stunned. They didn't expect that the mountain wind would be so strong that it would become a living target without cover.

Behind the stones opposite, in the bushes, balls of fire began to emerge from the black muzzle. So conspicuous in the sunset, the bullets, which were not dense, still formed a rain of bullets.

The Japanese immediately squatted down three times and fired at the Eighth Route Army to create a chance for their companions. The rest quickly continued to run forward. There were piles of rocks in the bushes in front. It was obviously not a good idea to hide in the bushes. They had to go behind the stones to have a chance to live.

The three Japanese squatting became corpses. Of course, it was only a little time left. The Japanese's body was still twitching, and two fell down on the way forward. Two were injured and fell into the bushes on the road. There were only two behind the stones.

The bravery of the nine Japanese became a joke, even though they successfully pushed the position forward by about ten meters.

The Japanese man running in the front had already discovered a larger stone in front. In his mind, if he could turn over the stone in half a second, he could move calmly in the pile of rocks.

Without hesitation, he took advantage of the momentum of rushing forward and lowered his body, bowed his legs and bounced his body, and prepared to jump from the two stones in one go.

The Japanese moves as freely as flowing clouds and water. They jumped over the stone and suddenly found that behind the stone, a black face that had never been washed in eight lifetimes was staring at the guy flying overhead in surprise.

There was actually an Eighth Route Army hidden behind the stone. The Japanese thoughts changed rapidly. The Eighth Route Army was not just fifty meters away!

Although Tang Dagou was stunned, he had heard the movements of the Japanese and was highly focused. He instantly reacted and bounced off the ground. The bayonet in his hand immediately greeted him.

This swordsman who used to be a soldier who had been countless sections, felt so frustrated.

He was in the air and could not take advantage of the force. He was still pulling a rifle in his hand. He didn't even have time to throw the gun, so the bayonet stabbed into the abdomen of the sergeant.

The sergeant fell to the ground and was very fierce. Although he was shorter than Tang Dagou, he held Tang Dagou's bayonet hand with one hand and quickly pinched Tang Dagou's neck with the other hand. Regarding the grid, Tang Dagou is not the opponent of this Japanese!

The sergeant gradually used force on his hands. Tang Dagou pulled the hand that the Japanese held his neck with his other hand, hoping to pull the hand away, and he didn't have time to resist.

Suddenly, another bayonet appeared between the two, but it was just pierced from the Japanese chest. The bayonet finally pierced the Japanese military uniform on the chest, and blurred blood was drawn from the blade.

The Japanese were penetrated into a heart-wrenching hole again, and the monkey pulled the bayonet back.

The sergeant subconsciously wanted to block the wound with his hands, but unfortunately he passed through the huge bayonet wound in the Japanese lungs, and blood foam was emitting from front to back.

Tang Dagou, who coughed hard, took a breath and pulled out the bayonet: "I'm here to my door, and I'm still pinching me, I'm going to pinch you!" Then he slashed: "I'm going to pinch you..."

It was not until the bayonet was finally stuck by the Japanese sternum and shook it hard for a few more times before I pulled out the bayonet and wiped it on the Japanese leg. Looking at the slightly curved bayonet, which was leaning against the stone, I felt nervous.

The Japanese soldiers were still staring at each other.

Tang Dagou stood up and then took two more stabs, and the eyes of the Japanese soldiers turned into a lump of liquid like shit.

The sound of rifle stopped. When the Japanese came, there was no movement on the rock. He began to pant and kill a Japanese man, and then kill himself in blood, which was so scary.

He scraped the blood that had not yet solidified before his hands, put it on his nose and sniffed it, muttering: This is not the case. He agreed to let himself go to the front, with the purpose of just sneak attack and knocking down the Japanese grenade launcher. The result was good. He went back and forth, pulled out machine guns and fired several times in a row, and the Japanese attacked to the top of his head.

Running back now shouldn't be a big problem, right?

The cat was behind the stone, and there were bushes everywhere. He had already leaned out and couldn't even see the Japanese grenadiers anywhere.

It's a fucking fart...

The promised cover made the Japanese fall off their heads and curse them constantly.

Suddenly I thought that the Japanese had come up, so what about other Japanese, right behind the stone?

He was shocked and quickly shut up, stood up, moved his feet against the stone wall, and finally changed his position. He took advantage of the slightly lower gap between the two stones and stretched his neck out of the bushes, intending to look in the direction where the Japanese came.

I originally planned to retreat after taking a look.

Things always happen. A gray-headed and gray-faced face with a steel helmet appeared opposite the bushes in front of me, and under the steel helmet were two eyes that were also ghostly.
Chapter completed!