On the surface, only two teams of Japanese soldiers participated in the attack, but the Japanese soldiers would definitely contact other troops.

Hu Yi frowned, and the plan was to hurt the Japanese so that they could lose hope of continuing to pursue. At the same time, he observed whether the Japanese had other reinforcements!

It is difficult to eat this group of Japanese devils because Hu Yi doesn't want to die with the Japanese devils, and the point is that there is no meaning.

The offensive troops are in two steps, and the team behind them is also in full swing. It is not reasonable to choose to attack at dusk. If you are a little entangled, you will delay until dark.

The Japanese advance faster than expected, and this should be because the Japanese plan to end the battle before dark!

"Boss Hu, there are so many Japanese, take advantage of the distance, should we retreat to the mountain bag?" Luo Fugui, who stared at the ugly eyes, asked.

"The morale of the Japanese declining once, and then exhausting. Repel this group of Japanese declining first and then retreat!"

"My grandma, one hundred and ten, can we fight back? I think it will probably make a pot of porridge, it will soon get dark, and it will be difficult to retreat at that time!"

“If so, it’s better”

“Uh? Better?”

"Our main purpose is to make the Japanese injured. As long as they hurt one-third of them, it will be impossible to chase us!"

"Boss Hu, then, isn't it just a mess to fight those Japanese wounded soldiers?"

"Tang Dagou and the others have been exposed. The previous few Japanese must be removed!"

"Didn't you tell them to fight the Japanese grenade launcher? Then, the guys from the grenade launcher have been behind, even the Japanese machine gun position is two or three hundred meters away. So far, I see, you are just a chess!"

"Don't underestimate Tang Dagou. How long has he been here? When did he see him suffer a loss?"

"Boss Hu, the Japanese are almost 100 meters away. Let's fire three machine guns together. Maybe they can shoot the Japanese back?"

"Let the Japanese stalkers wander for a while, and then they will be hit again if they get closer. Otherwise, they will follow up in a state of distraction."

"Uh? That's it, do you mean? Or do you have to wait for them to come to Tang Dagou before fighting?"

"The Japanese entered the distance between Tang Dagou's grenade, and we opened fire together."

In positional warfare, the process of approaching the enemy's position is a thrilling process and a period of psychological suffering.

Especially when they knew that the other party had three machine guns, they had been chasing them in the mountains for two days. The Japanese climbed the mountain and rested for less than half an hour, but their legs were still as sour as if they were sour.

The closer you get to the Eighth Route Position, the more frightened you are. The golden light of the sunset becomes orange-red, and there are piles of rocks and shrubs ahead.

The corpses of the dead compatriots in the bushes could be seen, and the Japanese were furious! The Eighth Route Army was in the rocky forest opposite, but there was no figure, and there could be vaguely seen rifles posed on the stones.

It has slowly entered the distance of eighty meters. The cat on his back cannot lower his head, and his head is fast on the ground. Sweat is coming out of his palm holding the rifle. He let go of his hand and wiped it on his military uniform, and grabbed the rifle and moved forward again.

There are rocks and bushes everywhere, which is seriously unfavorable to the charge.

The Japanese were shooting in a mess, and while they advanced, they opened fire to enhance their courage. The stones that placed the rifles became targets, and the Japanese were using the rifles to vent their anger.

The gunshots were heard, and the Japanese machine gun positions moved forward, and another team following behind followed closely. The machine gun soldiers picked up a slightly higher stone after about two hundred meters, and set up the machine gun positions.

The gunshot broke the vast silence in the deep mountains. Bullets flying in the air were roaring. Pieces of Youzaka rifle bombs flew out of the muzzle, and instantly rushed through seventy or eighty meters away, hitting the stones of the Eighth Route Position and among the bushes.

Then the Japanese machine gun joined the ranks of firepower suppression, and the grenade launcher fired again.

Stone chips fly across the road, branches break and leaves fall.

The attacking Japanese selectively ignored the small mountain bag behind the Eighth Route Position, because the target on the mountain bag was not visible, and the distance was thirty or fifty meters away, and there was no way.

A muffled "bang" sound mixed with the Japanese team, holding up the commanding knife. The most conspicuous Japanese lieutenant was hit by a 7.92 rifle bullet that flew out of the Muzzle of the Horse Four Rings. It was hit by a close distance, and it flew backwards like a train hitting it, splashing red and white.

After a moment of panic, the Japanese in front lowered the muzzle and the bullets flew to the location with a fire of about thirty meters in front of them. The Japanese always thought that the Eighth Route Army was hiding in the pile of rocks behind them, but unexpectedly, there was a natural ditch behind the stones in front of them.

Two black dots and grenades suddenly flew in the sky!

After a moment of silence, the Japanese in front of him panicked and quickly lay down, then took the grenade and threw it at the position where the black dots appeared.

On the Eighth Route Force's position, twenty or thirty rifles were accompanied by two machine guns, and dozens of gray military caps suddenly appeared, and fire flashed out at the muzzle, accompanied by gunfire.

The Japanese, who had just finished throwing the grenade, lay in a mess in the bushes, and shot in a panic. With two loud bangs of grenades, shrapnel flew freely in the bushes.

Subconsciously holding his head against the ground, causing the Japanese to cut their faces to be cut by hard shrubs.

A shrapnel flew towards the thigh of the Japanese who was not lying thoroughly, and another hit the Japanese arm next to him fiercely. The grenade injured two targets. At the same moment, the dense bullets of the Eighth Route Machine Gun rifle poured down. Many Japanese were shot before they found the cover in time!

"Kill the cock?"

The sergeant who succeeded to command waved his arms in the sound of gunfire, and his voice sounded more like a tragic sound before his death.

Suddenly, a bullet passed through the suddenly waved arm. The sergeant at the forefront of the attacking team, lying in the bush half a man high with the screams from a bloody rain. He didn't even dare to raise his head anymore. The scream was very clear.

A series of screams appeared one after another, and the Japanese tried their best to drill into the bushes. There were no stones in the places where there were shrubs. After hiding their heads and legs, they leaned out their heads and looked forward based on their feelings.

Then he deflected the gun, shouted birds' songs at the top of his throat, and shot at the Eighth Route Forces' positions. It doesn't matter where the bullets fly, but the fundamental thing is to have a bullet counterattack.

Pulling the bolt and loading another bullet, clicking another crisp sound of the gun. He lowered his body behind the stone helmet. He looked around with a triangle eye under the steel helmet, and found nothing, except for the shrubs and stones.

The eighth-way gunfire on the opposite side kept firing, each looking for the target, and the bullets were roaring, one after another, and the bullets kept hitting the body of the Japanese hiding in panic.

The Japanese squelched for a long time, and the magazines were added to the machine gun magazine in a while. On the surface, they continued to be arrogant. The bushes flew around the Eighth Route Position and stone chips splashed.

The gunshots of the wicked squad continued, but the Japanese attacks were over. The second-tier Japanese attacks were even longer, and they were chaotic in the sound of shooting.

No one was injured, and no one was killed, but he was lying in the bushes, and no one continued to move forward in the rain of bullets.
Chapter completed!