At the edge that can be seen in the fog, the unformed Japanese mortar position was frantically fired by a string of machine gun bullets.

The more than twenty Japanese in front of them, the offensive line that scattered from front to back became a head-on attack. The grenadiers rushed to the rain of bullets to stuff the grenade into the grenade launcher and quickly pulled down the firing belt.

After a few muffled sounds of the ton, several grenades flew high and began to fall after reaching the highest point.

More than a dozen platoon leaders in the third company who were shooting finally heard Ma Liang's loud reminder beside him: "Hurry up and lower your head, and defend against artillery! Defend against artillery!"

He saw the black guy smashing down with sharp eyes, and thought to himself, and he quickly lowered his body without any loss.

Boom, a loud bang rang on the ridge.

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream, the smoke filled the smoke was quickly taken away by the mountain wind, and the screams were also taken away.

Boom boom boom, another series of explosions resounded through the mountain stream.

More screams rang on the ridges.

Hu Yi shook his head and shook off the gravel and dust on the military cap on his head.

Based on his feelings, he poked out the gun and shot a magazine directly at the foot of the mountain like Luo Fugui.

He retracted his head and ignored the grenade that smashed up the mountain ridge. He pulled out the empty magazine, took the full magazine handed over by Luo Fugui next to him, stuck it and took two steps back, and pulled the waist of the machine gun horizontally to the machine gun position he had long seen.

After lying down, he leaned down the crack of the stone, looked at the Japanese who were shooting grenades at the foot of the mountain in the smoke. He found a good position to place the machine gun pod, and stood up halfway in the rain of bullets to press the trigger.

Dada dada... The machine gun muzzle sprayed out again.

The tricky ballistics pulled back and forth at the grenade launcher who was about to pull the grenade launcher again.

As the bullet rushed into a chest, a grenade canister was driven to tilt back slightly, and a grenade rushed into the sky almost vertically.

The trajectory fired by the machine gunners of the Tujiao 8th Route is really perfect!

Matsui couldn't help but sighed in anger, and two shuttles knocked out his two mortars and a grenade launcher group.

The crazy revenge of the submachine gun begins...

The battle has become increasingly fierce from the beginning, and the bullets of the 100-type submachine gun that had just been equipped for a short time were consumed too quickly, and Second Lieutenant Matsui didn't care about his heartache.

Force yourself to calm down and fight again will not do the Warriors at all!

The original perfect plan was that the large army had not had time to enter the vicinity of the Eighth Route Division and was accidentally exposed.

With the current situation, it may be no problem to cross the ridge at any cost. It is difficult to launch an attack again. Now you have to retreat!

Seeing the grenade falling from the sky, Matsui lowered his body, and the grenade exploded among the elites in front.

A bunch of smoke churned, with a few strange screams.

The raid that had been planned for many days can be said to have been unexpectedly declared before the battle began.

As for the warriors who had lurked near the Eighth Route Division, the troops that could no longer wait for the attacking forces and could no longer cooperate inside and outside.

Lieutenant Nakamura next to him fired another magazine bullet, and was shrinking down and pulling out a curved magazine from his waist. He put it horizontally into the most "advanced" submachine gun of the empire: "Matsui, how long will we fight here?"

"The fighter plane has been lost and there is no way to fight again. I suggest that you should withdraw first!" Lieutenant Nakamura next to him had a higher position than him and did not give in to him. Matsui quickly suggested.

"I'm not familiar with the situation, I'll follow the arrangements of Matsui Kwan, please!"

At this time, a sentry hurriedly ran up at the bottom of the mountain road: "Reported that a large number of Eighth Route Army members were found at the foot of the mountain. They would either rush up or retreat, otherwise we would be attacked from front to back."

Looking at the broken jade and injured warriors on the mountain road ahead, Matsui did not pay attention to the sentry's own suggestions and ordered without hesitation: "Firepower cover...retreat!"

With his order, everyone opened fire and suppressed the mountain ridge regardless of distance. Half of the team approaching the mountain ridge began to leave the battle, leaving more than a dozen corpses, dragging the injured elites to slide down the mountain road.

The elites did not attack the ridge, and Matsui, who had a dark face, had the mood to try to seduce the stomach.

When did the Tuo Eighth Route Army, which was at a disadvantage at the foot of the mountain, dare to attack the Imperial Army?

Even if you can't complete the task, I will let the Tujia Route Army at the foot of your mountain be buried with the dead elites!

...

The battle began suddenly and ended very quickly, and the total time did not exceed half an hour.

The sun slowly rose, the fog began to become thinner, and the Japanese retreated into the fog, and no one could see it.

The team of students lying on the ridge, look at me, look at you, I can't believe it.

Some are unreal.

Fortunately, the starting position thirty meters below the ridge began. The tilted corpses were swaying from east to west, and the bloody smell caused by the north wind clearly conveyed the battle that had just ended.

A few pairs of cloth shoes that were unable to see clearly were up, and a pair of gray leggings were raised. Upwards were the muzzle of the thrust shell. Continue upwards, and a dirty gray military uniform covered with soil. Step by step, down from the ridge, vigilantly approaching the corpse on the hillside.

It was about ten meters away from the nearest corpse, and the shell gun in his hand pointed at the body that was still oozing blood.

A certain body suddenly moved, and a grenade hit the stone next to him.

But he quickly sat down to the side of the mountain wall and was coming down to clean up a series of dense bullets from the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, the owner of the grenade was overturned and rolled down the mountain twice. His body was blocked by a stone on the gentle slope. He twitched and kicked his legs a few times, and finally remained calm.

...

More than 30 soldiers with patched military uniforms fell into a pool of blood, and the military shoes kept running past them.

A team of nearly 300 people rushed north into the faint mist, and there were people shouting everywhere, and the gunshots were sparse but constant. Some people were chasing after them desperately. After being piled up by a few, some people were still following closely.

Amid the gunfire, someone fell occasionally in the team, and the important equipment on his body was taken away by his companions, leaving only one grenade?

In the vast wilderness, running tiredly, the thick cotton uniforms were constantly absorbing sweat, and gasping heavily. As the sound of running equipment gradually became smaller, the team turned around a corner.

With explosions after explosion, the pursuers behind gradually disappeared.

The panting Nakamura stopped, held the rocks on the roadside, looked back from time to time, and asked Lieutenant Matsujin next to him: "Why is the direction always going north now? Do you want us to be deserters?"

Matsui, who was also gasping for breath, looked in a daze and lonely: "The plan is no longer possible, so wait for the next opportunity."

"The equipment of the Eighth Route Army chasing us is so bad, I think? We should fight back!"

"Please recognize the reality. There are Eighth Route Army everywhere in the mountains. Even if one is replaced by a hundred, there is no need to waste the blood of the imperial elites on these useless people."
Chapter completed!