Chapter 109 Life and Death Block 3

Yamazaki looked at the remnants of the retreating soldiers and asked the squadron leader whose arm was injured fiercely.

"Whose team is on the mountain?"

"It's the Eighth Route Army, but I don't know the number." The squadron leader shook his head and said.

"Captain, they are already dead. Let me bring another squadron up, and I will definitely destroy them."

"The Eighth Route Army, I guess they must be Deng Yun's subordinates. This is the closest place to their station. This person is also the most difficult to deal with."

"It can't be the third battalion of Taihang Shenjian, right?" the squadron leader asked.

"No, no, absolutely not. If it were, we would still be standing here talking. I heard that the Taihang Magic Sword is also an excellent sniper. I really want to meet him."

The squadron leader said in his heart that he couldn't even hide from the Taihang Magic Sword, so he still wanted to see it.

"Order the troops to launch an artillery attack in ten minutes. Ono and Fujimoto squadrons will attack in batches. We must destroy them this time. We can't wait here for too long."

"Yes," the second squadron leader responded and left.

There are corpses everywhere on the mountain, and broken limbs and broken arms can be seen everywhere. The trees were bombed and bald, and they are still emitting green smoke. The rocks have been flattened over and over again, turning them into clay that turns to dust when stepped on.

Mo Ran and the female soldiers were still moving very slowly, but the most important thing was that their direction deviated. In the afternoon, they finally saw a village, and Mo Ran asked Yang Siyuan to go and find out the route. The others rested in hiding.

"Captain, there must be a fight between Captain Wang and the others."

"The battle must have been very difficult. I wonder how Battalion Commander Wang and his comrades are doing."

"Indifferent, do you think Battalion Commander Wang and his group of more than 400 people can win against more than 1,000 Japanese soldiers?" Wang Yaru asked.

"I don't know." Mo Ran didn't dare to think about it now. He just wanted to find the troops quickly and join the battle.

"Brother Mo Ran, why don't you leave first and I'll stay and take care of them." Meiling could see Mo Ran's thoughts, but in her heart she was very unwilling to separate from Mo Ran.

"No, the battalion commander has promised to take good care of you. If something happens to you, then I can't report it to the battalion commander."

"Indifferent, we will take care of ourselves. Don't worry," Wang Yaru said.

"We'll wait until Yang Siyuan comes back. I don't know how to go now."

Finally, Yang Siyuan came back. He was sweating from running.

"How's it going? Did you ask?" Indifferent asked anxiously.

"I asked, captain, we are off track. The fellow said that Jigong Ridge is in that direction, more than eighty miles away from here."

But what should we do now? We really left this group of female soldiers behind, but Wang Yaru was ordered by the battalion commander again and again to take good care of her and not make any mistakes. Who she is, even Indifferent doesn't know.

Finally, Indifferent made up his mind, and asked Wang Xiaobing to lead a team member and a female soldier behind, trying to avoid all possible dangers. He took Yang Siyuan and other team members and rushed to Jigong Ridge. As soon as Wang Xiaobing's leg injury was not fully healed,

Overloading his legs was very harmful to his legs. Secondly, he felt relieved with Wang Xiaobing by his side.

Seeing them quickly disappearing from sight, Mei Ling's heart was in her throat, and she felt particularly scared.

Besides, after Wang Minglong and the others withstood the fiercest bombardment before evening, they shook off the thick mud on their bodies and lay down in the trench waiting for the attacking enemy to approach. Tian Yifu came to him.

"Battal Commander, this may be the enemy's last attack today."

"Damn, I've had enough fun this time. How many people do you have, Lao Tian?"

"There are almost fifty people injured."

"Can the heavy machine gun still be used?"

"It's okay, the quilt on the shelf was blown off, and it was left naked on the trench. Even the machine gunners were sacrificed."

"No one will fight,"

"Yes, I'm not skilled, but it's difficult to shoot a machine gun without a mount."

"You stay here and keep an eye on me. I'll go. After saying that, I leaned over and ran over."

When I came to the machine gun, I saw that the entire frame was gone, leaving only a bare gun barrel, like a log standing on the trench, and a soldier was holding it awkwardly.

"You hide down there and give me the ammunition, and I'll come." After saying that, he took the machine gun. When the soldier saw the battalion commander coming, he was very happy.

"Batalion Commander, I can fight,"

"I'll kill a few Japs, and we'll go on our way." After saying that, he dug a trench in the trench with a shovel and placed the machine gun in the trench. It felt much safer this way. The heavy machine gun fired and the shock was hidden.

It's so big that it's unstable and cannot be controlled.

At this time, the Japanese's last charge began. All kinds of machine gun bullets and grenade launchers flew towards the position. The trenches were filled with dust. The soldiers could not raise their heads and hid in the trenches waiting for battle orders. Ono was torn apart.

A white cloth was wrapped around the head, and many Japanese soldiers followed suit. Ono led the Japanese death squads and rushed forward with a roar. When they crossed the fifty-meter line again

At this moment, Wang Minglong's heavy machine gun roared. His machine gun was definitely good at shooting. Although the machine gun was not very easy to control, he was very good at using the inertial vibration of the machine gun when shooting. Although the shooting point changed in the direction of the vibration of the gun body, on the contrary

It was not so forceful to control it to shoot in one direction, and the effect was actually better. A dozen of the Japs at the front fell under his intermittent shooting.

The sound of gunfire was a signal. The soldiers of the third battalion first threw grenades collectively. This was a tactic arranged by Wang Minglong in advance. Taking advantage of the smoke and dust caused by the explosion of grenades, the soldiers also launched a fierce counterattack. Thanks to the last food grab

The operation gave the Third Battalion plenty of ammunition, far better than other Eighth Route Army troops. Moreover, Wang Minglong was an eel, he could only get in and out, so the Third Battalion also had more storage.

It happened to be used this time, but the Japs were determined to take the position this time. They just rushed forward regardless of the people in front of them falling. The second team of Japs also caught up with the first team and rushed forward. The Japs were getting closer and closer.

It was no longer ten meters away and there was not enough time to load the bullet. Wang Minglong knew that once the ghosts jumped onto the position, they would cease to exist. He roared angrily.

"Hit me hard with the machine gun, all bayonets are fixed, and the charge horn is blown."

A loud trumpet sounded, and Wang Minglong led the soldiers with bayonet-mounted guns and rushed towards the Japanese who were less than ten meters away from them. The soldiers all held guns in their left hands and grabbed a handful of things in their right hands. From top to bottom, they were full of momentum.

Pu, the machine guns on both sides were firing intermittently. When they were two meters away, the soldiers threw something in their right hand towards the Japanese. It turned out to be a handful of dirt. For a while, the scattered dust covered the Japanese like a mist.

They were so mesmerized that before they opened their eyes, bayonets were already pierced into their bodies. This stabbing method was thought up by Tian Yifu, the commander of the third company. He was not as good at stabbing as the enemy, so he just used some tricks. In terms of smart little devils, they can't.

Far from it. This method of mass stabbing was indeed very effective. Moreover, this time from top to bottom, it was even more effective. Thirty or forty Japanese were stabbed over in an instant.

The soldiers rushing down from behind were still throwing away the dust in their hands, and the soldiers in front were even more capable of killing. The enemies who couldn't open their eyes were like meat mounds for them to slaughter. The successful assassination made them more confident. Wang Minglong continued

thorn pick

Four Japs were killed. His eyes were red. Four words: fight for your life. At this time, the soldiers of the third battalion knew that if you don't fight, you will die. If you fight, you may die, but to die is to fight to the death on the battlefield. A bloody battle.

Let everyone regain their original blood.

When several soldiers carrying weapon shovels saw the fighting scene, they put down their guns, shoveled up the soil on the ground and pushed it down. When they encountered a Japanese soldier who was not dead, they used a shovel. The whole stabbing field seemed to have turned into a

A gray sandfield with dust flying all over the sky,

The legendary stabbing masters were knocked unconscious like this, the dust blurred their eyes, and the bayonets penetrated their bodies. They had never seen anyone stabbing like this before. The stabbing masters who had no eyes to experience the damage were all

Meat dumplings.

Yamasaki looked through the telescope at the soldiers wrapped in dust and mist. He couldn't see clearly what happened.

"What kind of weapons did the Eighth Route Army use?"

"Poison gas, but they didn't wear masks,"

The Japanese below had never seen this formation before, and they all shook their heads and said they didn't know.

The Japanese finally couldn't resist this counterattack and retreated, leaving behind seventy or eighty corpses. The extremely successful counterattack allowed the third battalion to win the night again. Wang Minglong led the soldiers back to the position quickly, picking up all the guns along the way.

Picked up. This successful fight made the soldiers extremely excited. They have not spoken much since the beginning of the battle.

The soldiers began to discuss the success of this counterattack happily. The sky had darkened and night was coming. Night fighting was not the enemy's strong point. But how many people could survive after this night. No one cared about sacrificing the blood of their comrades.
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