The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Bullets swished around his side, and grenade grenades flew over his head and hit the bandit fortress, but it had no effect.

The top of the fortress of these bandits was not only covered with logs, but also covered with soil as thick as one meter, and grenadier grenades could not be blown at all.

Some of the brothers who were unable to rush along with Huang San were knocked over by bullets, and there was a muffled sound of falling to the ground behind them.

He didn't know who was shot, and he didn't bother to look back. He picked up the bamboo pole with the explosive bag and rolled a few times to avoid the bullets that swept across his side, then got up again and rushed up.

The explosive package that ignited the fuse was sent in along the shooting hole of the bandit fortress. The bandit wanted to push it out, but Huang San held his bamboo pole down tightly and did not let go, and the bandits inside screamed in a hurry.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, countless rubble and stumps spurted out from all directions along with the flames, and the entire interior of the fortress was bombed to pieces.

In just a short while, several bright and dark forts on the outskirts of Hutou Village were all blown up to the sky. Their outer line of defense was torn several gaps by the charging brothers. After holding on for only a few minutes, the first line of defense Declare a collapse across the board.

Chased by bullets, the surviving bandits fled towards the second line of defense halfway up the mountain, crying for their parents and mothers. Behind them were the officers and soldiers of the North Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps, who were shouting to kill the sky.

Yilian lost more than 20 brothers when attacking the first line of defense, and bandits were killed and injured everywhere. Looking around, it was a mess.

The brothers did not stop at the first line of defense, they directly crossed the first line of defense, chased the defeated soldiers and rushed up, trying to take advantage of the trend to take down the bandits' second line of defense.

"Bosses, what should we do? Let them in or not!"

Looking at the bandits who fled back in a panic, the faces of the bandits guarding the second line of defense turned pale.

In just over ten minutes, their first line of defense collapsed, and the strong combat effectiveness of the Subei Guerrilla Corps gave them no confidence in holding this place.

The disheveled Hutouzhai's leader, Wang Huhu, looked down at the northern Jiangsu guerrilla corps and the defeated soldiers who had feigned an attack, with a livid face and did not speak.

He set up guard posts at various intersections and hilltops, but without any warning, the Subei Guerrilla Corps quietly appeared in Hutou Village, and took down the first line of defense with a destructive force, which made him feel nervous Surprised.

There must be a traitor, this is the first thought of Wang Huo, the leader of Hutou Village, but now he has no time to eliminate the traitor, he must hold the second line of defense now, otherwise everything will be over.

"Da da da!"

Wang Huo snatched a light machine gun from the hand of the machine gunner next to him, and fired a shuttle of bullets at the defeated soldiers who fled outside the second line of defense.

"Fight back, take back the position for me!" Wang Huo roared.

Wang Laohu didn't dare to let these defeated soldiers in, because the pursuers of the northern Jiangsu guerrilla corps were right behind them. Once the gap was opened and the defeated soldiers came back, the northern Jiangsu guerrilla corps would sweep up and the second line of defense would be unable to defend.

"The head of the family, I can't keep it!"

"The head of the family, give the brothers a way to survive."

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These retreating bandits were all covered in gunpowder smoke, and their clothes were in tatters. Facing the muzzles of their own family members in front and the murderous pursuers behind them, they were caught in the middle, and suddenly became anxious like ants on a hot pot.

"If you don't go back and regain the position, I'm going to shoot!"

Wang Huo waved his hand, and there was a sound of gun bolts being pulled around, and countless guns were aimed at these retreating bandits.

These retreating bandits were dumbfounded, they didn't expect Wang Huo to treat them like this, but no matter how much they shouted, Wang Huo wouldn't let them go back.

"Kill!

The officers and soldiers of the Subei Guerrilla Corps followed closely behind and killed the bandits behind, who were hit by bullets and bled all over their bodies.

"Wang Huo, I'm a ghost, and I won't let you go!" An angry bandit raised a gun in Wang Huo's direction.

"Pfft!"

But before he had time to shoot, the bandit's body was sieved, and he fell into a pool of blood with his eyes wide open.

"Surrender, we surrender."

Seeing Wang Huhu's ruthlessness, the surviving bandits threw away their guns one after another, and surrendered to the officers and soldiers of the North Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps who rushed towards them.

Text 270 Chapter [-] Sniper

"Tom tom tom!"

The grenadier burst into clusters of red light, and the grenadier grenade slammed into the second line of defense of the bandits with a whistling sound.

Because the blacksmiths came over the mountains, heavy weapons such as mortars were inconvenient to carry, so grenadiers acted as firepower for long-range strikes.

Grenadier grenades kept falling on the bandits' second line of defense, rumbling and crackling, and clusters of fireballs rose up with mushroom clouds.

Hot fragments splashed everywhere, and the tyrannical air waves continuously overturned the shooting bandits, followed by grenade-throwing grenades followed by a violent rain of bullets.

Under the attack of such a dense rain of bullets, many of the poorly trained bandits turned pale with fright and their legs trembled like chaff.

Although those fierce bandits yelled and shot at the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla corps who were constantly leaping forward, their casualties were also rising.

Although most of the officers and soldiers of the Northern Subei Guerrilla Corps were recruits who had only been trained for a month, their brutal training made them not weak in combat effectiveness, they just lacked the tempering of actual combat.

At this moment, they were in groups of three, forming an attacking formation with platoons as units, and continuously launched attacks on the bandits' second line of defense, making the bandits' second line of defense crumbling.

"Boom!"

A few bandits were lying behind the thick sandbags and shooting. They were so panicked that they could no longer aim. They just kept pulling the bolts and shooting, and they didn't care where they hit.

"Da-da-da! Da-da-da!"

The bandit machine gunner with the machine gun on his shoulders was considered a veteran. He kept firing short shots and knocked down several officers and soldiers of the guerrilla corps who couldn't dodge.

"puff!"

But the bandit's machine gunner didn't act arrogant for long, and was soon shot in the head, which exploded like a watermelon, splashing brains and blood spraying all over the people next to him.

A bandit looked at the machine gunner whose skull had been torn off, then at the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla corps who rushed forward, threw away the rifle in his hand, and put the crooked machine gun on his shoulder, and the machine gun roared again. stand up.

But the bullets in one magazine hadn't been finished yet, and the replacement machine gunner's head exploded again, and he fell back on the ground with a face full of unwillingness.

Several machine gunners in succession were knocked out by the sniper of the Flame Special Forces hidden in the darkness in the distance, so that the bandits around were so frightened that they did not dare to approach this machine gun, because they knew who was approaching whom. die.

Without the suppression of the machine gun, just relying on the rifles of the bandits to shoot and pull the bolt, they could not stop the officers and soldiers of the North Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps who rushed forward.

Rumbling explosions continued, and several fortresses of the second line of defense were also blown up. The raging fire burned, and the people hiding inside were burned to the ground. They ran out screaming and screaming. Overturned by bullets.

Under the powerful firepower of the Northern Subei Guerrilla Corps and the skillful coordinated operations of the infantry brothers, the bandits were beaten and ran like rats.

"Hold it, hold it!"

Wang Huo, the leader of Hutou Village, held up a pistol in his hand, and loudly yelled at the bandits to resist, but the defense line was still crumbling and might collapse at any time.

The bandits watched helplessly as the people around them died, and finally broke down mentally, threw away the guns in their hands, turned around and ran towards the defense line of the village.