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

The sky turned gray, gunpowder smoke was rising and permeating the air, and the hot barrel of the machine gun was still spitting out flames, smashing the body, spraying blood mist, and gravel flying across the sky.

"Defense! Defense!"

"The third team seized the left hillside!"

"The fifth team fought back on the spot!"

......

Second Lieutenant Guizi raised a layer of dirty floating soil on his shoulders. He tried to keep himself calm and let the troops under attack form a fighting force.

He has already judged from the gunshots that the number of Chinese soldiers who attacked them was about 600, and although they were heavy soldiers, there were more than [-] of them, and their combat effectiveness was not weak.

As long as they hold their ground and form a stalemate with the Chinese army ambushing them, then the main force in the direction of Minshan will send reinforcements, and maybe they can eat up this Chinese army in turn.

Second Lieutenant Guizi had a good idea, but the reality was cruel. The ambush troops commanded by Yang Ling had already started charging, ready to crush them with one blow.

As far as the eye can see, there are charging figures of Chinese soldiers everywhere. They are ferocious and brave, casting a layer of haze over the heart of Second Lieutenant Guizi.

When did the Chinese army become so brave and fearless?Their indomitable momentum is palpitating.

But at this moment, the second lieutenant of the devil was no longer allowed to think too much. The captain was killed in battle, so he was the temporary commander, and he had to be responsible for the entire transport team.

"Machine gun cover! Discard supplies, everyone retreats to the woods!"

Second Lieutenant Guizi quickly made a decision. This unobstructed mountain path was a living target. He had to build defenses in the forest beside the mountain path.

"Da da da— da da da—"

The grim-faced Devil machine gunner put the machine gun on a corpse with a clatter, and pulled the trigger at the oncoming Chinese soldiers.

The short and powerful three-shot short-point shooting is very rhythmic. In such a noisy and chaotic battlefield, the Devil machine gunner still maintains absolute calm and calm.

"Pfft-"

"Uh!"

"what!"

The hot bullets pierced through the gunpowder smoke with a sharp whistling sound, piercing the bodies of several brothers, who staggered in pain and fell to the ground.

"I'm fucking your mother!" A brother in the machine gun platoon yelled, holding a Czech light machine gun with his arms full of bullets.

The bullets bounced and thumped so hard that the Devil machine gunner had to lower his head and close his eyes, and the splashed sand made his cheeks burn with pain.

"go!"

The Devil's machine gunner didn't fight back, and turned around with a light machine gun with a crooked handle, trying to shift places. He was experienced and knew very well that he had already attracted enough hatred, and staying here would only make him a living target.

The devil's machine gunner wanted to leave, but Yang Ling who was charging, how could they let him go.

Wang Zikun stopped abruptly, a bullet hit the barrel of the gun with a crash, raised the gun and shot at the Jap machine gunner, the bullet hit his thigh, making the Jap machine gunner stagger.

"hiss!"

The Jap machine gunner staggered and fell to the ground, rolling behind the dead mule and horse, and a string of bullets kicked up the dust and almost killed him.

The little devils relied on debris, grass, and corpses while fighting and retreating, and the brothers shot while rushing.

The devil wanted to open the distance, but the brothers tried to stick up, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

The explosive air waves of the grenade mixed with the grenade made the ears buzz, and the devil's fragile line of defense shrank, retreated, and shrank again in waves of tremors, like a boat in a stormy sea, crumbling.

Bullets were still flying horizontally, blood was flying wildly, dust and mist were flying, and the figure of the devil was tumbling in a panic to avoid returning fire.

However, in the dense and irregular explosions, they were continuously blasted into bloody corpses.

The entire mountain road was full of gunshots, roaring, cursing, moaning and screaming one after another. Before the second lieutenant Guizi retreated to the woods to stabilize his position, most of the two squadrons were killed or injured.

Second Lieutenant Guizi overestimated the strength of his subordinates. Although they were well-trained, facing Yang Ling who didn't play according to common sense was destined to be a tragedy.

The surviving devils wanted to retreat and rely on the terrain to fight a protracted battle, waiting for reinforcements, but the charging brethren had already quickly stuck to them, fighting hand to hand with them, so the devils had to bite the bullet and fight passively.

The ghost soldiers who were running slowly were divided into groups of three or four on the narrow and long mountain road. Before they had time to gather together, they were already fighting hand-to-hand.

These besieged devils were back to back, like besieged prey, and the brothers circled them with sharp bayonets.

While the little devil was not paying attention, the bayonet was stabbed out, and a bloody hole appeared in the devil's body instantly.

Some little devils were still baring their teeth and screaming blindly when they were surrounded. The recruits dared not do anything around the devils, but they all rushed forward when they saw the veterans stabbed them out.

The sound of more than a dozen bayonets piercing into the flesh made people's ears sore, and the ruthless devil let out a painful cry, and was quickly stabbed into a sieve, and fell limp and slipped to the ground.

Looking at the miserable situation of those surrounded companions, although the ghost soldiers who were a little far away were lying down and shooting, they also felt creepy.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The second lieutenant of the devil finally couldn't hold it anymore, and wanted to run away in a panic with more than 100 devils.

But Yang Ling had already made arrangements. They had just run out for a distance of more than [-] meters, when a dense rain of bullets enveloped them head-on, so don't let them go.

Company commander Wang Huzi got out of the forest with Brother Yibiao, ran to the group of ghost soldiers who were strewn with dead and wounded, and excitedly began to mend their guns, blood splattering.

The death of the Second Lieutenant Guizi and the more than 100 devils was like the last straw that broke the camel's camel's back.

"Fuck, catch up! Kill them all!"

Seeing the devil stragglers rolling into the ditch and drilling into the woods, even the platoon leaders shouted, and the brothers beat the drowning dogs one after another, and started chasing them.

"It's really not fun, why is this little devil so unbeatable?"

Wang Huzi looked at the ghost soldiers who had died all over the place, with his hands on his hips, and said sarcastic remarks.

The disgraced blacksmith said angrily: "Go to Minshan and meet the devil's combat troops to see who is not beaten?"

Wang Huzi chuckled: "I won't touch that bad luck."

It's not that he has never fought against the little devil's combat troops, and every time he suffered heavy casualties, he had already experienced the strength of the devil's main combat troops.

"Hey, let's not talk about it, let's get rich again this time."

Wang Huzi pried open an ammunition box and looked at the shiny new gun and bullets, feeling as if his heart had been smeared with honey.

Even if these new guns and ammunition are not needed, they can be exchanged for several meals of meat on the black market.

The weapons, ammunition and supplies transported by the two devils' squadrons were quite a lot, and the entire mountain road was piled up to the brim, and the brothers who had won the battle were from ear to ear.

Some have even started to pry the cans into their mouths, and some have thrown away the broken guns in their hands and started to pick out the devil's [-] caps, and put bullets in their pockets by the way.