"Eight Ga Ya Road!"

Seeing that the troops who rushed forward were killed and wounded all over the ground by a cannon before they could exchange fire with the Chinese defenders, and they were chased by the shells and ran back in embarrassment, the devil commander Taro Sano turned blue with anger.

The commander of the devils, Taro Sano, troughed down the strength of the Chinese army guarding Gaoyou, and in his intelligence, Gaoyou's Chinese army was a newly formed unit, called the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps.

It was precisely because of his contempt for this newly formed Chinese army that he became proud, which is why he ordered to enter Gaoyou before dark.

Because he didn't look down on Gaoyou's Chinese army at all, in his eyes, the so-called elite of the Chinese army were vulnerable in front of them, and the so-called Northern Jiangsu Corps was just a rabble.

But what the devil commander Sano Taro didn't know was that at this moment, Yang Ling's Northern Jiangsu Corps had withdrawn to Jieshou Town in the north of Gaoyou to make up for it, and at this moment Gaoyou was guarding the Sulu Corps.

Although the Sulu Corps is also a guerrilla force, its strength is almost the same as that of the regular army, and its structure is even more military-scale.

There are not many times when the Sulu Corps fights with the little devils, unlike Yang Ling, who has fought repeatedly since their formation and likes to toss, the Sulu Guerrilla Corps is more often stuck to their own territory to preserve their strength.

Yang Ling's Northern Jiangsu Corps and Li Changjiang's Sulu Corps are two extremes, one is hoping to temper an iron-blooded army with war, and the other is taking a low-key path of accumulating strength.

Yang Ling They are getting stronger and stronger, but the combat effectiveness of the Sulu Corps, which has always preserved its strength, is not weak, although they did not fight a big battle, but the training was not lost, and they got a lot of weapons and ammunition through various channels, and the equipment level is high.

Now that the devils are pressing the border, Li Changjiang, the deputy commander-in-chief of the hot potato who received Gaoyou, is in a hurry, so he has to fight with the devils.

As the saying goes, a rabbit has to bite when it's in a hurry, not to mention the Sulu Corps, which has good weapons and equipment and numbers, so the devil despises it and takes the initiative to pay some price.

The head-on bombardment angered the devil commander Taro Sano, who roared with a blue face: "Artillery cover shooting!" ”

The flag soldier standing next to Taro Sano quickly raised the small flag in his hand and waved the flag in the direction of the artillery position for them to bombard.

As soon as the shelling of the artillery battalion on the side of the Sulu Corps stopped, the devil's shells smashed down on the head and face.

The officers and men of the guerrillas, who were shouting and shouting in the trenches, faced with the shells exploding beside them, rolled and crawled into the dug holes, and the positions were full of curses, but they were soon swallowed up by the deafening explosions.

"Quick, get out!"

Seeing that the devil's artillery was once again powerful, the forward position once again fell into a sea of gunsmoke and fire, and the smile on the face of the artillery battalion commander in the rear froze, and he hurriedly ordered the artillerymen to push the artillery and transfer.

Those mortars are fine, a few people can run on their shoulders, but those 75mm field guns are too bulky, and it is not so easy to transfer.

The order of the artillery battalion commander was given in a few breaths, and the devil had already re-calibrated the shooting yuan, and the raindrops of shells shrouded the artillery position.

The devil's mountain artillery and infantry artillery with a vengeful rage, as if they wanted to wipe out the artillery battalion of the Sulu guerrilla corps, and the shells were smashed down without money.

The rumbling roar shook the ears with a buzzing sound, and the black mud and rubble that were thrown by the explosion flew everywhere, and the field artillery that had not had time to move was overturned in the brilliant firelight.

Although the artillery of the little devil is also from supplementary soldiers, the other party has a lot of time to train, and this round of bombardment directly reimbursed the artillery battalion of the Sulu Corps, and several field guns were all blown up into scrap metal.

"Little devil, my ancestor is your ancestor!"

When the devils stopped shelling, the commander of the artillery battalion, who was blackened with smoke, got up from the ground and cried when he saw the field artillery that had been blown into parts.

The Sulu Corps was also formed after the establishment of the Sulu Theater, and at that time, it was poor and white, and the troops were all scattered and small units were improvised together.

Although they were preserving their strength, they paid the price of their lives in order to get these guns back, and they were all destroyed at this moment, and the commander of the artillery battalion was sad and indignant for a while, and it was difficult to accept this fact.

The officers and men in the forward positions also looked back and saw the artillery positions with thick smoke billowing out, and they knew that the artillery battalion was finished, and they all had red eyes.

And the second attack of the devil infantry began again, they were so slow compared to the first, this time the speed increased, and one by one panting and pounced forward.

The four tanks of the devil who had been frightened before also pounced again with anger, and the tracks rolled up black mud and flew wildly, like steel monsters, firing guns while rushing, and from time to time someone in the position was bombarded with flesh and blood.

There was no need for the battalion commander to order, the officers and men of the guerrillas who were still alive were all loaded with bullets and began to aim at the earthy yellow figures that were rapidly leaping forward, and those were all devil soldiers.

This time, the devil soldiers learned to be obedient, not only the straggler line was wider, but also more sparse, stepping on the blood and corpses on the ground and rushing forward, quite a death battle.

The speed of the devil soldiers' leap forward was too fast, and they kept moving left and right, so that the partisan officers and soldiers in the trenches could not aim at the devil's rapidly advancing figure.

"Hit!"

With the battalion commander's order, the brothers opened fire one after another at the hard-to-aim devil soldiers, and the dull sound of gunfire filled with green smoke.

But this time the shooting was not ideal, the charging devil soldiers only fell more than a dozen, and many of them were not dead after falling to the ground, and were quickly dragged down by the devils behind.

"Kill Gaigai!"

The guerrilla officers and men on the position opened fire, and the devil soldier Cao also howled like a wild beast, and the charging devils rushed forward as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

The popping bullets kept hitting the flesh and making a dull sound, the light and heavy machine guns also rang out, and the blood mist was filled, and the path of the devil's charge was like a blood-colored veil.

The number of Chinese officers and soldiers in the forward position was too small, and they were bombarded twice by the devils, and now the sparse firepower could not stop the devils from approaching at all.

Soon, the devil threw himself into the trench with bayonets, the bayonets of both sides collided together, and the rumbling grenades exploded in the crowd.

The Chinese officers and soldiers in the forward position had not been able to stop the first wave of devils who rushed into the trenches, and the second wave of devils had already pounced in, and soon, in the sound of bayonets entering the flesh, the forward positions were completely submerged by the earthy yellow figures.

But the devil didn't mean to stay, and one by one they began to pounce on the second defense of the Chinese army, the bullets were whistling, the explosion raised clouds of black smoke, and the two sides fought darkly.

The officers and men of the Sulu guerrilla corps lost the cover of artillery fire, and in the face of waves of powerful attacks from devils, they fought until dark, and all the outer positions on the outskirts of the southern suburbs of the city were declared lost, and the surviving officers and soldiers had to retreat into the city to rebuild the defensive line.