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

They had to tear through the guerrillas' blocking, otherwise their entire squadron would be finished, so the devil soldiers also looked extra crazy.

They roared and charged at the guerrilla officers and soldiers behind the field ridge with rifles with bayonets in their hands. They were not afraid of the swishing bullets, and they were as fierce as mad dogs.

However, the muddy ground made their leaping forward figures not so agile, as if in slow motion, they were shot down one by one by the guerrilla officers and soldiers.

Now the guerrilla recruits can aim and shoot calmly. Although the rate of fire of the rifle is slow, it still caused a lot of damage to the devil soldiers.

"Da da da!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Devils machine guns and grenades opened fire to suppress them, and the infantry covering them rushed to the ridge.

"Kill!"

Dozens of guerrilla officers and soldiers from a blocking platoon also jumped up with bayonets in their hands, and met the screaming devils, and met the devils soldiers for the first time.

"Die!"

The veteran platoon leader who led the team danced his bayonet vigorously, stabbing forward, cutting obliquely, smashing the butt of the gun, and his movements were very familiar. The two devils who rushed to him lost their combat effectiveness in the blink of an eye.

The rest of the guerrilla brothers knew that their stabbing ability was not as good as that of the devil, so they formed a group of three, like hungry wolves surrounding a wild boar, and stabbed the devil into a bloody hole.

"Da da da!"

The guerrilla machine gunner who took over the machine gun moved to the flanks, continued to suppress the infantry who rushed up after the devils, and carried out blocking shooting.

For a while, in this farmland, there were shouts of killing, roars, cracking of bones, and intensive gunfire.

Text 8, Chapter [-]: Besieged

A Kameda Squadron and a company of puppet troops failed to break out in the end. They seized a small forest with a radius of less than one mile on the left side of the road and resisted stubbornly.

"Wrap up! Quick! Don't let a little devil go!"

The clothes of Wang Huzi, the commander of the first guerrilla battalion, were covered with blood stains and minced meat. He had just led someone to deal with a team of devils that was left behind.

None of the more than 50 devils ran away, and they were all cleaned up, so it was long overdue.

"One row to the east to guard, to prevent the little devils from counterattacking for reinforcements!"

"Machine guns move forward!"

"Bring over the captured devil grenade too!"

……

A squadron of devils was surrounded, and the guerrilla officers and soldiers were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Those who dug bunkers dug bunkers, machine guns mounted machine guns, and more guerrillas came rushing from the rain in the distance, and rushed to their battle positions after receiving orders.

The devil squadron who hid in the woods and stood guard was also highly nervous. They looked out through the gaps in the branches, and there were countless guerrilla officers and soldiers busy in every direction.

"You guard the west, you go to the east..."

Guizi squadron leader Kameda was quite calm. Although he lost a team in a short period of time, he finally found a place to hide.

As long as they persisted in the woods until dark, they could successfully break through under the cover of night. He believed that with their combat effectiveness, the guerrillas could not do anything to them.

Facing the wild wolf-like guerrillas coming up from all around, they no longer dared to break out while fighting, it would only consume them continuously.

"Sir, we're running low on ammo..."

The so-called house leak happened to be raining overnight. I thought it would be an easy task to serve as a guard and cover the retreat of the main force, but now he has become isolated and has no ammunition, which makes Kameda feel bad.

"Save the use of ammunition, use machine guns and grenades when it is critical, and stick to it until dark, and we will be able to successfully break out!"

Although the machine guns are very powerful, they consume bullets very quickly, so they have to save bullets for the rifles. The grenades carried by the grenadiers are now less than two per grenadier group, and they dare not waste them.

In the past, the devil troops with plenty of ammunition were used to fight, but now ammunition is scarce, which makes Kameda regret why he didn't save more ammunition.

The guerrilla officers and soldiers were still coming, and they were still preparing for the attack, so they gave the devils time to breathe.

After Kameda had laid out defenses in all directions, he had to bear with his exhaustion and forcefully patrol the defense line to see if there were any loopholes.

The devils had already dug foxholes in the woods quickly. They lay down on the ground in high tension, their guns aimed at the outside of the woods, and they could even hear the shouts of the guerrillas outside.

"Squadron leader!"

Hearing footsteps coming from behind, the devil soldiers turned their heads and saw the squadron leader Kameda walking over with several second lieutenants from the squadron headquarters, and the devil soldiers all paid attention.

Seeing these subordinates covered in dirty military uniforms and full of mud, squadron leader Kameda wanted to say something, but he couldn't say what he said.

"Closely monitor the movements of the Chinese guerrillas, and report immediately if there is any situation." Captain Kameda still maintained his serious expression and ordered.

"Hi Yi!"

Although the ghost soldiers were in a terrible state, they were still full of energy, which undoubtedly increased Kameda's confidence in breaking through.

The devil soldiers were all well-trained. Although they were chased and beaten all the way by the guerrilla officers and soldiers, they now occupied the woods and quickly stabilized their position. They didn't need orders from the commander, and their defense was very solid.

But those puppet soldiers are different. They have become frightened birds at this moment, their faces are full of panic. They are responsible for defending the north of the forest.

Squadron Leader Kameda always looked down on these puppet troops, but at the moment his strength was stretched, and it was already very difficult for the remaining [-] devils to defend three sides, so he had to hand over the north to the puppet troops.

"Hold here, go back to Ocean's reward!" Facing the puppet army with low morale, Kameda had to find a way to improve morale.

Although the puppet soldiers love money, they also know that they have to spend their lives, and it is still a blank check, so the effect of Kameda did not improve the morale of the puppet soldiers too much.

Kameda Squadron Leader had no other choice. After explaining something, he returned to the tent set up by the temporary squadron headquarters in the middle of the woods.

The wounded devil soldiers were lying around the tent, some of them were shot, some were wounded, and they were wailing all over the place at this moment, which made people feel upset.

"Sir, there are too many wounded. We don't have enough medicine and bandages. They need immediate treatment..." The devil's health soldiers were helpless at the moment, so they could only report to Kameda.

The wailing of these wounded soldiers greatly affected morale, and it was inconvenient to take them with them when breaking through. Kameda thought for a while and said, "Since there is no medicine for treatment, then there is no need for treatment."

"Sir, this..." The health guard was also very embarrassed.

With a straight face, Kameda said seriously: "They are all soldiers of the empire, and they should always be ready to serve His Majesty the Emperor. This is their supreme honor, and now is the time..."

Soon, the second lieutenant of the squadron announced to the wounded devils that Kameda ordered them to commit suicide, in order not to drag the troops down.

These screaming ghost soldiers had expected this result. After all, once they are seriously injured in battle, they are very likely to be abandoned. They have also abandoned their companions before. This scene is so familiar, but now it is their turn. .

"Long live the Great Japanese Empire!"

A ghost wounded soldier was stunned for a moment and didn't have any objection to this. He pulled out the sharp bayonet from the scabbard with a dead face, aimed at his abdomen and stabbed it in, and soon died of convulsions.