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

"Boom!"

Not to be outdone, the only mortar roared, firing five rounds at high speed, and the shells flew towards the Devils convoy.

The rumbling explosion was deafening, and the mud that was blown up was thrown out together with the devils.

The ghost soldiers rushed to the side of the road and fought back, while those puppet soldiers were like ants on a hot pot, running around and shouting, making the scene chaotic.

"Ah! Baga! Road!"

Ichiro Kuroda, the devil whose forehead was still bleeding, was protected by guards and hid in a shallow pit. Facing the bullets that kept passing over his head, he screamed angrily.

"Counterattack! Counterattack!"

Under the command of the officers, the devil soldiers quickly took countermeasures, and after stabilizing their positions, they launched counterattacks against the guerrillas on both sides.

Although the second battalion of the guerrillas had four companies of troops, all three companies were recruits. It was a bit difficult to face so many devils and puppet troops.

During the surprise attack, they could still inflict a lot of damage to the devils, but after the devils reacted, they were suppressed instead, and they would be shot if they raised their heads. This battle was impossible to fight.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Wu Changqing also knew that it would be difficult for an infantry battalion that was not strong and lacked heavy firepower to eat up this group of devils, so he decisively ordered to withdraw from the battlefield. The boat capsized.

Body 8, Chapter [-], three missing and one

As soon as the rain and fog became dense again, and dusk was approaching, the brothers of the [-]st Battalion of the guerrillas, who had been fighting fiercely for a day, lay down on the wet and muddy ground, cold and tired, but the fighting continued.

"Boom! Boom!"

The captured grenades started firing continuously again, and the grenade flew towards a messy grove with a piercing sound.

"Boom!"

The flames of the explosion were particularly conspicuous in such rainy and foggy weather. Some of the remaining devils were blown up, and the screams and wailing were faintly heard.

The Devil Kameda Squadron was in a desperate situation, surrounded by officers and soldiers of the guerrillas in this narrow woods, even an unaccurate grenadier could kill them.

"Machine gun cover! Go!"

Before the smoke from the explosion of the grenadier dissipated, Wang Huzi, the commander of the first guerrilla battalion in charge of the front-line command, couldn't wait to give the order to attack.

"Da da da……"

The side and rear cover machine guns fired tremblingly, and clouds of dark gray gunpowder smoke filled the air. The scarlet bullets penetrated the rain curtain and sank into the small forest, smashing the branches and leaves, and cutting the forest bare.

A platoon of brothers jumped out of the temporary bunker with a gun in hand, bowed and rushed towards the grove, and another attack began.

"Crack! Crack!"

"Da da da……"

The devil's remnant soldiers quickly came to their senses from the explosion, and saw the guerrilla officers and soldiers rushing up from the rain. Amid the officers' feeble roars, the gunfire gradually became denser.

The bullets roared in the air, puffed into the tree trunk, and sent the mud into the air. The guerrilla officers and soldiers who pounced on them had to lie down and hide again in the face of the dense firepower net, and the momentum of the attack was suppressed. .

Although there were only half a squadron and half a company of puppet troops left among the besieged devils, their resistance was still tenacious.

Although the guerrilla officers and soldiers of the first battalion have gradually matured through the training of guerrilla warfare, they are like lone wolves wandering in the countryside, capable of catching fighters and annihilating the enemy by themselves.

But they rarely participated in such siege operations. After all, most of the time they followed the principle of scattered operations and guerrilla operations to attack devils.

Now the Guitian Squadron was surrounded by them, and the [-]st Guerrilla Battalion refused to come down after fighting for two hours, which made the battalion commander Wang Huzi already angry.

In the past, even if he encountered a position guarded by devils with extremely fierce fighting power, as long as he led his brothers to attack, he would be able to kill the devils with that desperate fighting style.

"Damn it! Give me a call! Don't just lie there!"

But now, after two hours of fighting, Wang Huzi was so angry that he loudly urged the guerrilla officers and soldiers who were suppressed to lie on the ground and shoot at the devils.

He misses his old brothers very much now, they dare to fight and risk their lives. Although the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas are good at fighting guerrillas, they have developed the disadvantage of cherishing their lives and saving their lives. Facing a powerful enemy, they cannot attack.

Wang Huzi knew that, just relying on their shooting skills to shoot at the devils, it would be strange not to be shot one by one. Only by rushing up and fighting at close range would they have an overwhelming advantage in numbers.

Although Wang Huzi cursed again and again, those guerrilla officers and soldiers who were accustomed to running away when they couldn't be beaten still didn't dare to rush forward at this moment, and fell down again as soon as the gun fired.

"Teng Teng Teng..."

The Min [-] quadruple machine gun roared again. In the rainy and foggy weather, a scarlet chain of fire could be seen stretching out, tearing everything in the trajectory to pieces.

"Two o'clock in front of you, extend the shot!"

The heavy machine gun squad leader was personally directing, and the heavy machine gun bullets rushed towards a firing Devils light machine gun team.

Perhaps sensing the breath of death, the Devil Soldier's light machine gun team quickly stopped shooting and prepared to move with their guns in their hands.

"Pfft-"

But they were still a step too slow, the thumb-thick heavy machine gun bullets exploded their bodies with lightning speed, a puff of blood mist filled the air, and the Devils' machine gun team was beaten upside down and wiped out. fell to the ground.

The guerrilla brothers lying on the ground shouted again and began to rush forward, trying to rush to the distance where they could throw grenades.

The two devil machine gun groups in the other two directions quickly turned their muzzles to shoot at the heavy machine guns, blocking the way forward for the guerrilla officers and soldiers. The mud on the ground was splashed more than one meter high by the bullets, and the brothers were once again shot. suppressed.

Although the guerrillas had a large number of people, their firepower was not dominant, and the grenadiers of the devil soldiers also started to fire, trying to destroy the heavy machine guns that threatened them.

"Quick, transfer!"

The heavy machine gun that had just fired two ammunition chains had to cease fire, and moved to a new shooting position at the urging of the heavy machine gun squad leader.

The brothers who lost the cover of the heavy machine gun were even more unable to rush up, and Wang Huzi had to withdraw them again.

Yang Ling had been observing the situation on the battlefield. He was surprised by the fighting power of the devil soldiers. He underestimated these devils when they fought like this, but they could still be so fierce.

In fact, it is not that these devils have become stronger, but that these guerrilla officers and soldiers are not as good as those experienced brothers in the 74th Army.

Although many of those brethren were also recruited in batches, the high-intensity battles had never stopped, and those who survived were not weak.

They dare to kill and fight, and when their weapons and equipment are completely backward, they are completely more fierce and less afraid of death than the devils.

Most of the guerrillas are now newly recruited recruits, but they lack high-intensity desperate battles. They have always been small-scale roaming raids and have become a single-wolf-like army. They are better at guerrilla warfare , lacking the bloodiness to fight to the death.

It was a mistake in itself to use such an army to fight a tough battle, but now Yang Ling had no soldiers to use, so he could only drive the ducks to the shelves and let them fight hard. It was reasonable that the effect was not good.

"Let Wang Huzi take the brothers down." Yang Ling quickly gave the order to suspend the attack.

When Wang Huzi was in a state of desperation because he couldn't get rid of the devil's squadron, he undoubtedly felt embarrassed when he heard the order to stop the attack.

"Tuan Zuo, give me another hour, no, half an hour, I promise to wipe out this devil!" Wang Huzi ran to the back and begged Yang Ling to give him another chance.