Sir, there are at least three heavy machine guns firing on the battlefield! The vice-captain exclaimed with a shocked face.

He was frightened by the powerful firepower exposed by the Eighth Route Army, and the attacking troops did not bring heavy machine guns, which meant that all the heavy machine guns being fired on the battlefield were from the Eighth Route Army......

The squadron leader's face turned even paler, and he said with a shocked expression: "In addition to heavy machine guns, the Eighth Route Army is also equipped with at least three light machine guns. ”

"The attacking force only has two light machine guns, and they are pressed and beaten by three heavy machine guns and three light machine guns, and they definitely don't even have a chance to fight back, they are finished!"

As he spoke, the gunfire from the battlefield had stopped, as if the exchange of fire had not happened just now.

The vice-captain looked at the squadron leader and tried to comfort him, but the words came to his lips and swallowed back, because he didn't know what to say.

In the end, it was the squadron leader who broke this awkward atmosphere and ordered with a calm face: "We must get out of here as soon as possible." ”

"The casualties of the troops have exceeded 100 people, and almost all of them are combat units."

"If we continue to fight, the combat effectiveness of the troops will be lost."

The adjutant frowned and reminded, "Sir, do you want to send someone to other villages to have a look?" ”

"The gunfire just now was behind us, the main force of the Eighth Route Army must be there, and there is a village two kilometers in front of us, we can take advantage of the gap behind us to immediately send troops to arrest some civilians and come back."

Seeing the squadron leader's hesitation, the deputy captain continued: "The road is too badly damaged, if there is no help from the common people, only a few dozen people from the artillery and heavy machine gun squad, you will definitely not be able to return to the stronghold before dark." ”

"I think that's our only chance."

"When the Eighth Route Army behind us finishes cleaning up the battlefield and rushes here, it will be too late for us to send troops again!"

The hesitant expression on the squadron leader's face was quickly replaced by firmness: "The troops must return to the stronghold before dark. ”

"Otherwise, with the night fighting ability of the Eighth Route Army, the rest of us will all die outside."

"You're right: while the Eighth Route Army is still attacking behind us, the chance of successfully capturing the Chinese is at least eighty percent, and that's it."

"Draw two more detachments out and march to the village in front to arrest people, this time you can only succeed, not fail."

The main force of the first company is indeed behind the Japanese army, but the little devil doesn't know that today's company is not what it used to be, not only has five main platoons, but also a guard platoon and a recruit platoon.

Zhang Cheng only brought two main platoons and one guard platoon, and the remaining three main platoons were not idle, all lurking around the devils and waiting for help.

Seeing the devils divide their troops, thirty devils marched forward in a hurry under the command of a second lieutenant, and the deputy company commander immediately saw their purpose.

"The devil is going to Xiaolizhuang to arrest people, stay in the third row, and keep an eye on the remaining Japanese puppet army."

"Four or five platoons follow me, take a shortcut to the front, we must intercept them, and we can't let the villagers fall into their hands."

Li Bing, deputy company commander, was a cadre supported by Commander Chen, and after the establishment of the fourth and fifth platoons, he was specially responsible for the training of the two platoons.

A few months down. He was very happy with the results of his training, but he never found a chance to verify it.

The fighter in front of you is undoubtedly a good opportunity.

Walking the path over a mountain range, Li Bing finally rushed to the front of the devil.

"Deputy company commander, the devil will be killed in a few minutes, how can we fight!" Seeing the figure of the Japanese soldier who had emerged at the end of the road, the fourth platoon commander asked anxiously.

"It's too late to set up a position and set up a pocket array!" Li Bing replied with a frown.

After glancing at the surrounding terrain, he decisively ordered: "We are engaged with the devil in close combat. ”

The Japanese sortie unit had the same idea as the squadron leader, the main forces of the Eighth Route Army were behind them, and there was no enemy in front of them who could threaten them.

As long as they enter the village and catch the people, even if the main force of the Eighth Route Army kills them, they will be afraid to fight with them because they are afraid of accidentally injuring the people, and they will not dare to fight hard with themselves, and the troops will be safe at that time.

Therefore, they marched very fast, did not reconnoitre, and rushed directly to the goal.

Li Bing and more than 60 riflemen lurked in the bushes next to the mountain road, less than ten meters away from the mountain road.

More than thirty devils rushed in front of them like a wind, without any alertness.

After the devil completely rushed over, Li Bing ordered in a low voice: "All bayonets, prepare pistols, and prepare to engage with the devil!" ”

The Japanese army rushed farther and farther away, and was about to rush to a distance of 300 meters, when gunfire rang out.

Six light machine guns, scattered in different positions on both sides of the mountain road, fired at the same time, forming crossfire to strike at the devils on the road.

The devils, who were not prepared in the slightest, were knocked over seven or eight people in an instant, and all of them fell to the ground motionless.

The second lieutenant squad leader was lucky, and the moment he fell to the ground, the bullet flew behind him with a bullet against his scalp, exploding the head of a soldier behind him.

Although his life was saved, his morale fell to the bottom.

The target he wants to attack is not only the Eighth Route Army, but also quite a few, there are six light machine guns alone, and he will kill one-third of his own troops when he comes up, which is diametrically opposed to everyone's judgment at the beginning.

"Sir, the firepower of the Eighth Route Army is too fierce, our two machine guns are targeted, and we have no chance to fight back!" Not far away, a military officer reported in his throat, looking anxious.

Next to him, two machine guns fell crookedly to the ground, next to them there were two corpses, bullets hit the ground next to the machine guns, and the dust was flying.

It is certain that anyone who wants to get close to the machine gun will immediately be targeted by these bullets.

"Retreat!" The second lieutenant no longer hesitated, and commanded decisively.

"There must be the main force of the Eighth Route Army in front, otherwise it is impossible to equip six machine guns at one time, and if you rush hard, not only will you not be able to catch the Chinese, but you will also be killed."

Of the more than 30 Japanese soldiers, only 21 rushed out of the effective range of the light machine guns and began to flee for their lives like lost dogs.

"The devil is rushing over, everyone get ready for battle!"

Li Bing half-squatted behind the bushes, opened the box gun safe, and ordered with excitement flashing in his eyes.

The Japanese army was only thinking about escaping for their lives and quickly joining up with the main force, never thinking that there would be ambushes on the road they had just crossed.

When he fled to Li Bing, he had no sense of danger at all.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Li Bing seized the opportunity, raised the box cannon and fired at the three devils in front.

Then he got out of behind the bushes and rushed to the road as he continued shooting.

"Comrades, kill ...... with me"

The two platoon commanders fired together, and the riflemen followed suit, firing out the loaded bullets, more than seventy rounds, and flying towards the road at the same time.

The firing distance of about ten meters made the accuracy of these bullets particularly high, and at least ten devils were killed before they could react.

Although the rest of the devils did not die, they were also frightened by the Eighth Route Army that suddenly appeared next to the mountain road.

More than 60 Eighth Route Army, holding bright bayonets, rushed over from ten meters away like hungry wolves.

The already panicked devils became even more panicked, and before they could load their rifles in a panic, the Eighth Route Army had already rushed in front of them, and five or six people surrounded them and stabbed them with bayonets.

The instincts formed by the devils for a long time in the battlefield did not affect their reaction to battle too much.

Subconsciously raise your rifle to block......

But two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and the Eighth Route Army that attacked them was also equipped with a lot of melee pistols, and the riflemen kept firing under the cover to hit them......

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