"Beat me hard!" Zhao Jinglin gritted his teeth and roared, then aimed at the little devil and decisively pulled the trigger, Zhao Jinglin was good at marksmanship, and held a box gun at the little devil is a few shots.

A crisp gunshot rang out, and the two little devils fell to the ground in response.

At the same time, with Zhao Jinglin's order, the soldiers aimed at the little devil and pulled the trigger one after another, and for a while, the gunfire was loud, and the dense bullets flew towards the little devil like splashing water.

Where the dense rain of bullets passed, a bloody storm was immediately set off, and the little devil who rushed in front fell down in an instant.

When the battle was fought to this point, the soldiers on both sides had already killed the red eyes, so as soon as the battle broke out, it fell into a white-hot stage.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army guarding the position, in order to prevent the little devils from attacking, shot desperately at the little devils one by one.

And the little devils also received a death order this time, to capture Guanshan at all costs, so although they were stubbornly resisted by the Eighth Route Army, the little devils still rushed towards the position of the Eighth Route Army desperately.

The battlefield was filled with gunsmoke, guns and cannons rang out, shouting to kill the sky. The noisy sound was mixed with a terrible scream, and from time to time a little devil fell on the way to the charge, becoming a corpse on the hillside that gradually became cold.

However, the little devil in the back seemed to ignore this, and still desperate, stepping on the corpse of the devil, surging up like a mad dog, and the battle became more and more intense.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army on the battlefield, in order to block the attack of the devils, raised their guns and shot desperately at the little devils.

At the same time, the little devil also used all his strength, using the most powerful firepower to desperately suppress the firepower of the Eighth Route Army and cover the charge of the infantry.

A machine gun continued to sweep a rain of bullets towards the position of the Eighth Route Army, and the grenadiers also desperately fired a 91-type grenade at the position of the Eighth Route Army.

Under the powerful firepower of the devils, the Eighth Route Army on the position also suffered heavy casualties, and people were constantly shot and fell to the ground, or were blown to the ground by grenades.

As time went by, the casualties on both sides became larger and larger, but no one gave up, the little devils didn't want to give up, and the Eighth Route Army couldn't give up, and the fierce battle could only continue, gradually consuming the strength of both sides.

As the battle continued, the casualties of the Eighth Route Army became larger and larger, and the firepower became weaker and weaker, because by now, the ammunition of the Eighth Route Army was running out, and it was no longer able to support such a fierce battle.

The fierce battle lasted for more than an hour, and the little devils once again paid the price of hundreds of casualties, but these murderous little devils still did not give up, and after fighting for so long, the little devils were not without progress, and at this time they were gradually approaching the position of the Eighth Route Army.

At this time, the little ammunition left by the Eighth Route Army was finally gradually exhausted.

"Commander~! We're out of bullets! ”

"We don't have any bullets anymore."

The fighters shouted loudly.

Zhao Jinglin had also run out of bullets in his hand at this time, and after hearing the voices of the soldiers, he couldn't help frowning, looking at the little devil who was gradually approaching, Zhao Jinglin gritted his teeth and shouted: "Brothers! Fight with the little devils! If there are no bullets, they will stone Lao Tzu and kill these dogs. ”

With Zhao Jinglin's order, the soldiers lifted the stones one after another, and threw them at the little devils under the mountain with all their might, and for a while, large and small stones rolled down from the top of the mountain with a gurgling grunt.

The little devil was suddenly smashed on his back, and it became a mess, and many little devils were directly killed and injured, even if they were lying on the ground, sometimes they couldn't hide at all.

Seeing that the gunfire on the top of the mountain was getting weaker and weaker, but stones were constantly rolling down, the devil Dazuo who was in charge of commanding the battle immediately shouted with joy: "There are no bullets in the eighth road, the warriors of the empire, rush up for me and destroy these bastards!" Kill and give~! ”

With the devil's order, the little devils rushed towards the top of the mountain even more frantically, and at the same time, the little devil's firepower seemed to become more ferocious, and from time to time the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were shot and fell to the ground.

The situation on the battlefield gradually got out of control, and the Eighth Route Army was no longer able to stop the little devils, and a large number of little devils rushed to the position of the Eighth Route Army.

Seeing that the devil had rushed up, Zhao Jinglin picked up a large blade next to him and roared loudly: "Brothers! Fight with the little devils! Kill with Lao Tzu! Saying that, he rushed out of the position and pounced viciously at the little devil.

"Kill!" The heroic soldiers of the Eighth Route Army also burst out into a roar, raising their bayonets or waving big blades, and rushed towards the little devil desperately.

Seeing that his soldiers finally rushed to the position of the Eighth Route Army, the devil Dazuo was excited, and finally saw the hope of victory. I saw that the devil Dazuo quickly jumped out of the hiding place, and the command knife in his hand swung forward violently, and roared loudly: "Warriors of the empire, give me to step on Guanshan Mountain and annihilate all the earth!" Kill and give~! ”

With the order of the devil Dazuo, the crazy little devils rushed towards the position of our army.

In the earth-shattering shouts of killing, the two forces collided fiercely together, launching a tragic white-knuckle fight, the battle of Guanshan entered the final stage, and the soldiers on both sides launched a desperate fight to the death on the battlefield of Guanshan, which was full of corpses.

At the same time, Takahashi Jiro commanded the little devils to launch the most fierce attack on the special battalion. Takahashi Jiro received a death order from Mamoru Iinuma that this Eighth Route Army must be dealt with as soon as possible, so Takahashi Jiro did not dare to stay, and immediately concentrated all his forces and launched the most fierce attack on the hill occupied by the special service battalion.

The battle here was also quite fierce, but compared to the 29th Regiment in Guanshan, the situation of the special service battalion was much better.

The special service battalion occupies favorable terrain and has relatively sufficient ammunition, so it will definitely not be a problem to hold out for at least a while.

Therefore, although the little devil's offensive is very ferocious, it cannot pose a substantial threat to the special battalion for the time being, but the special battalion is now besieged on the mountain, and the little devil has blocked the way down the mountain, and if there are no reinforcements, it will be difficult for the special battalion to break out, so the safety of the special battalion is only temporary.

However, at this point, Zhang Dehai had no choice but to try his best to hold on, delay time, and hope that the main force would come to support as soon as possible, so that the situation on the battlefield could be completely reversed.