"Retreat!" Gao Yidao saw that the team had left for a while, shouted to the back, and retreated twenty or thirty soldiers alternately, supporting each other, and several of them were killed.

The Japanese attack was even more fierce, and the crooked machine guns kept firing, and the grenades were constantly throwing grenades into the narrow positions of the Eighth Route Army. The explosion caused a smoky smoke and gravel filled the mountain road.

Gao Yidao was leaning on a rifle, and his bayonet was inserted obliquely on the ground, and his body was close to the mountain wall. He walked south cautiously. Seeing this, the two soldiers next to him came forward to support him, and raised him to run south quickly.

Gao Yidao used the explosion of the grenade hit by the Japanese, and saw several corpses of blocking soldiers on the ground. The Japanese rifles were fired in the distance, and the muzzle flames flashed everywhere.

Warriors kept falling down and were bitten tightly by the Japanese. The rest would occasionally throw a grenade at the Japanese, delaying the Japanese's progress.

Unfortunately, the Japanese were not afraid of death and followed him with fire. Gao Yidao was furious and pushed a soldier who was holding him away, took out a grenade, and threw it in the direction of the Japanese chasing. The excessive movement caused him to grind, and the two soldiers were holding him and ran eastward.

Boom... The deafening sound shook the dark night in the mountain village.

Only slightly delayed the pace of the Japanese attack, a large number of Japanese attacks were pressing hard, and the Second Company could only run south in the arrogant rain of bullets.

Finally, he slowly approached the top of the ridge, and after turning up, he stopped. More than a dozen soldiers lay on the ridge, and used the favorable terrain to organize the second line of defense.

Gao Yidao didn't have time to count the number of nearly half of the soldiers who had fewered, so he gestured to the crawling Commander Lu for a few times, signaling to open fire. Then he took out a grenade, moved his arm, hesitated for a moment, and gave the grenade to the soldiers beside him.

The Japanese pursued them very quickly. They advanced along the rugged mountain road and moved to about 30 meters away from the ridge under the moonlight. The soldiers lying on the ridge ambush did not shoot.

"Drop bombs!" With a command, two grenades were thrown out on the ridge, and two loud bangs came from the Japanese crowd. The Japanese who were charging towards Shanliangshan fell down a string, two of them were lifted off the cliff, and screams echoed in the valley.

The Japanese attacking ahead stopped scattered on the mountain road.

The soldiers had half a head, their faces pressed against the butt, and they kept their shooting posture, waiting, and the Japanese below were covered with hazy smoke and dust under the moonlight, and they could not see anything clearly.

They are all waiting for the smoke and dust under the ridge to disappear.

Slowly, the whistle smoke was taken away by the mountain wind. Except for a few black shadows on the ground moaning, the Japanese squat or lay down. In the distance behind, a long list of Japanese squatted behind, stopped there and no longer stepped forward.

The Japanese did not understand the situation of the Eighth Route Army on the ridge, but it did not affect the Japanese's attack. With the command of the squadron leader, several dull sounds of bulging came from behind the Japanese who were still moaning on the ground, and the grenade launcher opened fire first.

"Hidden!" With a loud shout, the soldiers who were holding up their guns and waiting to be shot quickly shrank their heads without firing a single shot.

A few balls of smoke appeared on the top of the mountain. After the explosion, the Japanese screamed and started to thrust!

The Eighth Route Army soldiers poked their heads out again, and the sound of gunfire and bullets sounded up and down the ridge at the same time, filling their ears. Dozens of gunfires rang almost at the same time. It seemed that it was raining heavily on the ridge, bullets were roaring, gravels were flying, and bullets were interlaced back and forth, and they could not see at all. They could only clearly see the muzzle flames flashing continuously.

There were constant sounds of bullets entering the flesh, some soldiers were hit and tilted back, and died on the spot. Some soldiers were scratched by bullets and hit by jumpers.

The ceasefire was then pulled open and some soldiers added.

The Japanese were screaming in pain on the mountain road, and the bullets kept passing through the Japanese squatting on the ground and leaning against the mountain wall. Finally, the Japanese machine gun fired, but even a bullet was not finished, and the machine gunner was taken seriously and was shot into a sieve.

The scene was no longer controlled, Gao Yidao had no choice but to kill all the Japanese who entered the range of 20 to 30 meters, so he did not get the Japanese grenade.

The Japanese attacking attacked were suppressed. Years of experience told him that he might have withdrawn at this moment: "Cease fire! Throw the grenade!"

Seven or eight black guys flew towards the group of Japanese men leaning against the mountain wall and firing! Time passed very slowly, and the Eighth Route Army, which was close to him, actually ceased fire. The Japanese were stunned for a moment, and the soldiers shouted for charge. The dozen Japanese men in front turned to their bodies and prepared to rush to the Eighth Route Army position.

The grenade exploded and shook the Japanese, as if they were entering a shrapnel rain forest. Irregular shrapnel slashed across their cheeks, cut open their clothes, opened their skin, pierced into their bodies, enduring the huge thrust of the shock wave, the sergeant really felt the pain of the torn body.

His hideous face was cut open, revealing white bones, and instantly stained with blood seeping out, becoming terrifying. His body was driven by shock waves and raised to the sky, waiting for the moment of landing.

Time seemed to slow down, and I never felt the moment of landing, because his body was thrown out of the cliff by the huge force formed by the shock wave. After the loud explosion, his ears were still buzzing.

I felt the mountain wind blew in my ears and my body was falling rapidly. I finally understood what was going on. I fell off the cliff. This time, I was finished!

Suddenly, I felt like I was sucked by something, and then, oh, it was the branches on the edge of the cliff, and a glimmer of hope ignited in the sergeant's heart.

The body hit the mountain wall, slid down for a distance, and finally hung on a tree.

There was a hole at the cliff next to it. Several pairs of people heard the intense gunfire sounds on the mountain, staring at the guy falling from the sky and moaning. The guy was like this and didn't even put down his rifle!

The guy wearing a steel helmet coughed, coughed up blood from his mouth, and was pulled into the cave. The tormented time stopped and finally returned to normal.

There were still sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground under the cliff, and it kept ringing!

The gunshots became sparse, but unfortunately, the sergeant had no chance to feel them. He could hear nothing in his ears, his body was bleeding everywhere, his face, arms, shoulders, and thighs were bleeding.

His hands were jammed hard on his neck, and the childishness had not yet faded, showing ferociousness, fear, excitement, and saliva!

The sergeant smiled on his hideous face, and he used his strength to throw the half-grown child aside. He was about to get up, and a pair of white and tender hands next to him were trying hard to raise a stone, falling down, and hitting the sergeant's face, one, another!

Not long after, several figures nervously climbed the rope and slid down from the entrance of the cave. There should be gains below.
Chapter completed!