The exhausted Japanese were tilted and fought back on the spot, losing nearly a squad of troops. The Japanese grenades who were taken care of were still lively and not even injured.

On the Eighth Route Forces position, three soldiers hung up their colors, one of whom was yelling and was stripped off his pants. He Gensheng was bandaged and lying on the stone. His hips were cut open by the Japanese grenade shrapnel.

No one paid attention to all this. Bullets were rushing in a hurry, and grenade launchers kept pouring out anger into the Eighth Route Machine Gun positions, but the Eighth Route machine guns always changed places before they were shot.

The attention of the Japanese grenadiers was attracted by the machine gun fire point that was constantly changing positions, and they were always half a beat slower.

Until the Eighth Route Army also began to discover problems, as long as the machine gun was fired, it would definitely be bombed after a few seconds.

Luo Fugui ran a little slower this time, and the grenade exploded not far behind him. With a loud bang, he was blown up by the shock wave. After a while, he got up and groped around. He first grabbed the ancestral machine gun and found that it seemed that this was not very important. He leaned against the side and then groped around himself. Finally, he found that the position of the money on his back was a little painful. Among the gold bars with tight horns, one of them seemed to have a little more east.

He quickly pulled it to his chest and touched it. He looked carefully and saw a shrapnel rag bag stuck on the gold bar.

He didn't care that his face was injured by the shrubs, and some blood oozed out gradually formed dripping on his face. The messy sounds of his ears could no longer be heard. He shook his head: "My grandma, what's going on?"

The sound seems very far away.

The bullets in the sky flew again, hitting the rocks and splashed stones. When I saw Boss Hu changed another place, and then another grenade was hit by a bush that exploded and flew around, but she couldn't hear anything. She subconsciously climbed behind a stone, held the stone, slowly shook the star's head, and touched a soldier who was shooting in front, until she touched the empty bullet box and pressed bullets into the gun.

He yelled in a loud voice: "Wang Xiaosan? Your grandma, hurry up and see if I have anything left?"

After the bullets, Wang Xiaosan turned around and glanced at the guy: "You don't have any blood on you, you have nothing to do. Get out of here, don't affect it...uh...you, you can't help me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled his rifle and ran to the side.

Seeing Wang Xiaosan's lips flying up and down, but he could not hear anything, Luo Fugui was stunned: "His grandma, could he be deaf when he was blown away?"

Hu Yi also heard Luo Fugui roaring and found that Luo Fugui was talking nonsense with Wang Xiaosan, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with the situation.

As soon as he arrived behind a stone, the two soldiers were lying down and their faces changed drastically. They quickly gave up their positions and ran to both sides.

Hu Yi didn't care. He put on the machine gun, observed for a moment, and pressed the trigger with a sense of feeling. The sound of three shots sounded, and the trajectory was strange. He tore it open to one of the places where the flames flashed. Then, he felt that there was another shuttle to the other place where the flames were emitted. Twenty bullets were shot out. He quickly pulled the machine gun and ran westward. It was only about ten meters away, and he arrived at the place where Luo Fugui was squatting.

"I'm not dead, why are you lying there? Change the place quickly!"

Unheard the reply, Hu Yi looked at the mule that was staring at the toad with big eyes and kicked him: "Where are you stunned? Shoot and suppress it quickly!"

Even though the two Japanese teams had nowhere to go to the Eighth Position in front of them, the Eighth Route Army's firepower was unprecedentedly fierce!

The Japanese lieutenant who was commanding machine guns and grenade launchers behind him was no longer stunned. He saw his colleague lieutenant Yu Shu in the telescope, but did not arouse his fierceness. No matter what, if he attacked, he seemed to be unable to gain any advantage.

The sky turned from the orange-red before the sunset, and it was no point in crazily suppressing the firepower points of the Eighth Route Army. The team in front no longer charges, and more than half of the casualties were killed or injured. The team he sent to hid in the bushes and did not get up.

Take off the gloves covered with sweat and oil stains on his hands and throw them angrily into the bushes next to him.

Finally, he calmed down completely and ordered the machine gun beside him to cease fire. However, the grenadier was still firing in front. The second lieutenant slowly walked forward and kicked the grenadier to the ground with one kick. This guy who usually claimed to be the most accurate grenade launcher in the squadron was shot for a long time, but he didn't even get rid of the machine gun on the Eighth Route Position. It seems that the training during this period must be inattentive, and he has to go back to death.

The machine guns suppressed by fire stopped, and the Japanese breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the commander was preparing to let them retreat or hide on the spot and wait for the next attack.

It's almost dark, next time? It's impossible to attack again after dark, right? No matter what, you should be able to breathe a sigh of relief.

The sound of the Japanese rifle became thinner in an instant, and the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side also cooperated well, and the shooting gradually decreased from dense to sparse.

The Japanese lieutenant was a little confused. Unexpectedly, the Eighth Route Army in front of him was so powerful. It seemed that he might have encountered the main force of the Eighth Route Army. He also realized that there were definitely big figures in this group of Eighth Route Army. Looking at the darker and darker around, the moon appeared in the east, but did not emit any light. At this time, he suddenly felt that nothing could be seen except a bleak thing in front of him.

If I hadn't known that my subordinates were lying in the bushes ahead, I would have thought that there were only three or five people wandering around the barren mountains.

The machine gunner lying on his back behind the crooked machine gun turned around and looked at the second lieutenant who was about to merge into the bushes. The deputy shooter was still pressing bullets into the machine gun. I don't know why the second lieutenant suddenly ordered a ceasefire.

Only on the Eighth Route Forces' positions, gunfire sounds occasionally.

Neither side saw who was looking for, and what was left was the two sides who had hidden their bodies, and only the occasional wailing of wounded soldiers.

It is obvious that the sounds of the devils are much denser, but the sounds are much lower. The devils are well trained and their endurance is naturally better than the Eighth Route Army.

The sergeant was lying in the bushes, commanding some Japanese soldiers to bandage the wounded soldiers. The Japanese health soldiers accompanying the team were not busy at all. The Eighth Route Li on the opposite side did not have the mercy of those people with white cloth strips. They would not care about what kind of soldier you are. As long as you dare to show your head, the guns that were eyeing behind the stone would be in flames.

Hu Yi, who was leaning against the stone, brows shrank into a ball. He had just seen that the Japanese were also two light machine guns. It was almost dark. The Japanese should not have the courage to attack in the dark. The terrain was not good, and although the troops were half the difference, as long as the Japanese dared to emerge, most of them would be the word "death".

This terrain is only suitable for defense, and the Japanese are pressed to the point where they cannot lift their heads up most of the time.

For the Ninth Company, this battle was not difficult, but the situation was not very good.

First, ammunition was fired in such a round of fire. Hu Yi knew from his feeling that there shouldn't be too many bullets left, and the battle was very fierce. Hu Yi used his sleeve to probe the barrel and could feel the temperature of the barrel through the cotton cloth.

The Japanese opposite stopped fire, and most of them hid in the bushes that were about a hundred meters away. They would be fooled if they were shooting. There was no need to waste bullets. If the Japanese didn't want to attack, they would let him go. Just exchange fire, and it was estimated that the wounded soldiers from the Japanese would definitely be indispensable.

The Ninth Company also ended the battle. The soldiers squatted behind the stone, pulled the bayonet and carved horizontal lines on the stock of their own gun butt, and some soldiers also carved the regular characters.

What was the result of the battle just now? Those who were close to each other were bragging about each other. He Gensheng was excited. So many wounded soldiers need to be dealt with!

Not many soldiers were hit directly, most of them were injured by grenades from the Japanese grenade launcher.

The two soldiers who were shot in the head had long lost their breath.

He is usually the best brother. He holds his comrades, has red eyes, sheds tears, and curses the Japanese opposite angrily. If the language can kill people, the 18th generation of the Japanese opposite will be pulled out to contact each other and then kill them.

Luo Fugui was not interested in the enemy's casualties at all. He even cursed violently and ignored the slander of the sacrificed warrior, because he could not hear it at all. He just cried and stared at Hu Yi with his eyes, hoping that he could retreat.

However, I never saw Hu Yi doing anything, just kept pressing bullets into the machine gun magazine.

Finally, Hu Yi had already pressed the bullets into the three magazines, but put the machine gun aside, and then watched Hu Yi pull out the telescope and observe the Japanese, motionless like a sculpture.
Chapter completed!