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When the brothers of the second company were full of grief, they restrained the brothers who died in battle, and the sharp knife company that was hard-pressing the devils along the road in the front could hardly hold on.

Although they were supported by the machine gun company, but the guys in the machine gun company were all half-baked monks, and they were incomparable to the little devils in terms of speed and accuracy.

As soon as the brothers from the machine gun company fired two rounds at the little devil, the devil's artillery directly smashed the shells, and the five brothers were blown up on the spot.

The machine gun company was so frightened that it hurriedly shifted away and lost the support of the machine gun company. Although the sharp knife company's combat effectiveness belongs to the guerrilla detachment, it is relatively strong, but it can't stand the devil's infantry squad taking turns to charge.

The battle between the two sides lasted less than 10 minutes, and the sharp knife company lost almost a platoon of troops, and the defense line had begun to loosen.

"Withdraw! Withdraw to the back!"

Seeing that the devils were approaching, Wang Huzi turned around and retreated to the second deep blocking position after throwing out the grenade.

There was a rumbling burst of grenade explosions, and the little devil was thrown off his feet by the bombing. Wang Huzi and the others trotted all the way to the second line behind.

"beat!"

The little devil wanted to push Wang Huzi and the others down in one go, but the deputy battalion commander, Blacksmith, had already led his men to treat him seriously. With an order, the guns fired, and the devil was temporarily suppressed.

While Wang Huzi and the others were blocking the little devil's advance towards Qinghe Town on the highway, buying time for the evacuation and transfer in the direction of Qinghe Town, Yang Ling and Wu Changqing's Second Battalion were speeding up for reinforcements.

Text Chapter 859 Miyasaka Squadron Destroyed!

"Kill Gaga!"

The little devil wearing a cold steel helmet was baring his teeth and howling, like those wild dogs wandering in the wilderness. It looked quite bluffing.

After the third attack was repulsed, the gunfire stopped for half an hour, and the devil's fourth attack began again.

In a short period of time, Wang Beard and the others had already been beaten back two miles, but they were like tough steel, but they didn't please the little devil.

The ghost soldiers covered in blood and mud rushed forward again with their white bayonets shining. They looked as if they were about to swallow Wang Huzi and the others alive.

"Big stick, are you ready!"

The face of Jiandao company commander Daozi was cut with a blood groove by shrapnel. Although the bleeding was stopped in time, he was also disfigured, and his eyes were full of hatred for devils.

"Okay, okay—"

A brother with a hat tilted on his head pulled the fuse of the explosive package and ran back while answering.

"Pfft!"

The devils also charged and fought, rushing upward desperately. Their shells were almost consumed in the previous rounds, and now only the infantry was left howling.

The brothers with knives and sharp knives resisted for a while, seeing that the devil had rushed to the front, he yelled, and the brothers ran back without looking back.

In previous battles with little devils, once he ran backwards on the battlefield, he would definitely be subject to battlefield discipline. If he was not charged with desertion, he would also be convicted of fear of war.

But in the guerrilla warfare against the little devils on the battlefield behind the enemy, the use of various tactics is much more flexible, unlike the frontal battlefield where every inch of land must be fought.

The task of Wang Huzi and the others is to contain the devils and buy time for Qinghe Town to react.

Although it can be regarded as a frontal block, but this block is a layer upon layer block, there is no need to fight the little devil to the end, if you see that one blocking position cannot be defended, then retreat to another position.

Three infantry companies and one machine gun company took turns to fight against the little devils, the ones in front were fighting against them, and the ones in the back rushed to repair their positions.

Although they were forced back for about two miles, the little devils felt more and more desperate, because after they captured a position, they found that there was another position behind them, which made them powerless endlessly.

Knife led the brothers to run backwards in a panic. They were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and they did not run in a straight line, but turned around.

Rao is that the little devil's marksmanship is accurate, and he fought for a while, but he didn't cause much damage to the guerrilla officers and soldiers. Now the guerrilla officers and soldiers' tactical literacy is no longer the same.

The battlefield is the best training ground, and the cynicism of the little devils in Heqinghe Town has tempered their ability to survive on the battlefield, and the successive battles have made them constantly transform.

The little devil screamed and rushed to the shattered blocking position, watching the knife from a distance and they were running with their buttocks pouted.

And behind a hidden mound of earth, Ma Dabangzi of the blasting team was taking a deep breath of a cigarette he had picked up from the devil.

The sparks from the cigarette butt flashed towards the fuse of the explosive package. Looking at the devils who aimed at the brothers and beat them, his dark and thin face was full of ferocity.

The fuse ignited, and he quickly went straight to the position. The little devil stared at the retreating guerrilla officers and soldiers, but he didn't notice that the burning fuse was rapidly approaching.

"Nani?" A little devil found a flash of sparks coming straight to his feet, and he was stunned on the spot.

Before the little devil could react, the fuse had detonated the explosive package buried under his feet.

"Boom!"

Amidst the earth-shattering roar, the little devil felt a huge tearing force coming, and then his body flew up lightly.

The flames and smoke from the explosion formed a huge mushroom cloud, and more than a dozen five-jin explosives exploded together.

The devil's squadron leader, Miyasaka, was holding the Cao Changjing mirror to observe. He was shocked and speechless when he saw a series of explosions suddenly occurred in the guerrilla's blocking position.

The shock wave generated by the explosion lifted the devils to the sky, and the iron gravel and explosion fragments filled in the explosive bag formed a steel storm, which made the devils who flew to the sky bloody.

Many devils hadn't landed yet, and the new explosive airflow turned them over again, and the blocking position was like a flat boat caught in a storm in the vast ocean, crumbling.

When the explosion was over, a devil infantry squad that rushed to the blocking position was left with blood-stained limbs and fragments, and the rotten guns were scattered around the big pit, which was horrible.

"Hey, if the tiger doesn't show off its power, it still treats us as sick cats."

Seeing that there was no longer a living person standing on the blocking position, the brothers in the blasting team beamed with joy.

"Bagaya Road!"

The leader of the Devil Squadron, Gong Saka, was so angry that his face was ashen. He didn't expect that the fighting power of this Chinese army was so strong. No wonder the team that they were chasing before was completely smashed.

The huge casualties made the little devil's squadron leader Miyasaka really stimulated. If he could not completely wipe out the Chinese army in front of him, then he would not be able to explain to the captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu.

"Attack! Attack!"

Squadron leader Miyasaka howled crazily, and the little devil like a mad dog pounced on Wang Beard and the others again.

Although the little devil charged fiercely, Wang Beard and the others didn't accept the attack, and retreated if they couldn't beat them. From time to time, they left a mine for the devil to attack, and the sharpshooters on the flanks harassed them from time to time.

Wang Huzi's style of play made Miyasaka Squadron extremely uncomfortable. In addition to increasing casualties, it seemed that victory was nowhere in sight.

Liu Jinhu, the leader of the first guerrilla team, just began to feel that Wang Huzi and the others set up blocking positions along the road to resist the little devils, which was an act of overestimating one's capabilities by hitting a pebble against a rock.

But when he saw Wang Huzi's flexible tactics and beat the little devil to pieces, he was completely convinced.

If they had followed Wang Huzi's style of play before, they would have cleaned up the little devils long ago, how could they be chased and beaten by the little devils.

He is now more and more shocked by the strength of the third guerrilla detachment. Just a guerrilla battalion is a reinforced squadron that can fight the devils head-on. If all the squadrons are assembled, the little devils in this squadron will have to flee.

In fact, Liu Jinhu didn't understand Yang Ling's fighting style. For Yang Ling and the others, in the battle with the little devils, those who could be wiped out would never be defeated.