"Eight Ga Ya Road!"

"Shoot! Shoot! ”

Ono Ichiro could no longer maintain the composure of an officer, and roared angrily like a volcano, his red eyes shining with bloodthirsty light. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The condescending Type 92 heavy machine gun was still spitting tongues of fire, splashing bullets like water, devouring the devils like cutting wheat, and the blood mist was wantonly filling, and the miserable howls were endless.

The devil who had not yet recovered from the explosion of the mine swarm was hit with ferocity again, and the mountain road was in a clamor and chaos, and the seriously injured and unable to move lay on the ground wailing helplessly.

Some of the devils who could move raised their guns to shoot back, others were chased by the screeching heavy machine gun trajectory and fled in panic, and the officers were yelling and screaming, but soon they were shrouded in a mist of blood.

"Hahaha, fuck, happy! Rejoice! ”

Seeing the ghost soldiers who were swept over by heavy machine guns, Wang Huzi and the other veterans let out an arrogant laugh.

"Hit! Hit me hard! Junko kept handing the bombers new boards, and they hated the devils so much that they wanted to kill them all.

The hot shells hula fell, and the heavy machine gun position was already shrouded in concussive smoke, but the machine gunner was a ruthless veteran, and he fought steadily and fiercely.

Those devils on the mountain road were beaten to the point of flesh and blood, crying for their father and mother, and some of the devils were lying on the corpses and firing back, and the swishing bullets kept flying over.

A grim smile flashed on the face of the veteran who operated the machine gun, and he turned the muzzle of the gun again and plowed over, and those devils who fought back were instantly beaten into a bloody sieve.

However, although the fire of a heavy machine gun hit the devils in a surprise attack, as more and more devils returned fire, they felt more and more difficult.

"There's a devil rushing this way!" Wang Huzi saw that nearly a hundred devils had already stared at the blood-red eyes and began to charge suddenly.

"I'm going to stop them, I'm going to run out of bullets and get out!" Without the slightest hesitation, Junko went into the darkness with more than a dozen veterans.

The devils were completely enraged, the blood of their companions drove them crazy, and they had launched a crazy charge desperately, they wanted to take out this machine gun, and kill these Chinese troops who attacked them.

Junko and her veterans leaned on the trees and rocks to stop the charging devil infantry to cover the heavy machine guns that were raining ammunition frantically down the mountain road.

"Hit!"

With Junko's order, the veterans put the butts of their guns against their shoulders one after another, aimed at the devil and fired.

In the dazzling light of the fire, a row of scorching bullets had flown out, and several devils who had come down the gentle slope wailed and rolled down the hillside into the darkness.

These veterans who survived a hundred battles were calm and composed, aiming and firing with a gun, knocking over a devil and immediately changing positions, and the devils who rushed up were shot on the hillside one by one.

But more devils were rushing over, and the roaring heavy machine guns were also bombarded by grenadiers, and with the booming two fires, someone was blown away.

However, to Junko's relief, the roaring heavy machine gun quickly resumed its arrogant strafing fire, and the devil rushed forward regardless of the casualties, and then fell in a pool of blood.

In this narrow mountainous area there is no more for the little devils to flank than the plains, for there are thorny cliffs everywhere, and if you are not careful on such a night, you will tumble into the ravine.

There was a fierce exchange of fire between the two sides on the mountain road, and although the devils charged frantically to kill them, they were unable to open their mouths, and the devils hugged their heads and ran away.

The bullets roared in the night, and in the smoke of gunpowder, the devils suffered heavy losses, and several brothers on Wang Huzi's side were killed by the devil's grenadiers.

"Withdraw, withdraw!" The little devil's desperate charge kept approaching Wang Huzi's temporary position, forcing them to evacuate in disarray.

"What about the machine gun?" Wang Huzi looked at the Type 92 heavy machine gun that was hot and smoking, and was reluctant to throw it away.

Junko said angrily: "You still want to take it back to the cub, it's blown up!" ”

As he spoke, Junko took out two grenades, unscrewed the safety, pulled the strings and stuffed them under the Type 92 heavy machine gun, and then dragged the king's beard and they ran towards the woods.

A roar of fire rose on the ridge of the mountain, the Type 92 heavy machine gun, which had run out of bullets, was blown to scrap metal, and the little devil with a bayonet rushed to their makeshift position.

"Chase!" This time, the little devil didn't plan to let them go, and he chased them wildly with their butts.

When Wang Huzi and the others were chased by the little devils in the mountains and forests and fled for their lives, the brothers in ambush began to attack in various parts of the mountain road, including cold guns and cannons, as well as those who planted mines and threw grenades.

For a while, the entire mountainous area where the devils traveled was in a firefight, and in the face of attacks all the time, it was really miserable for the devil soldiers who evacuated along the mountain road.

The roads were blown up, the bridges were blown up, and the cold guns and cold guns hiding in the woods never stopped, so that these already exhausted devil soldiers realized what madness was, and the evacuation was stopped and stopped because of the constant attacks.

Many devils were annoyed, and once they encountered an attack, they sent a pursuit team to bite and hold on, and the devil's physical strength was good, and from time to time there were brothers who were chased or surrounded by devils.

But these brothers are not vegetarians, once they are bitten by the pursuing troops of the devils, it is difficult to get out, so they directly hold grenades and pounce on the places where there are many devils, and for a time the woods are also bursting with fire.

In the second half of the night, Yang Ling and the other attackers also ran out of bullets and grenades, but the brothers who were scattered still did not let go of the exhausted devils, and wanted to bite off a piece of meat from the devil's body.

They lurked in groups of three or five in the wild grass beside the path that the devils had to pass, but whenever they encountered those devils who were alone or unvigilant, they would pounce on them and stab them with bayonets.

And often when the rest of the devils scolded and ran over for reinforcements, these attackers had already picked up the devils' guns and burrowed into the forest.

The angry devils wanted to rush into the forest to pursue, but when there were more of them, the brothers took the little devils to play a game of cat and mouse, and when the devils were gone, they began to attack with cold guns and cannons again until they were all overthrown.

The devil's individual soldiers are of high quality and brave, but they are exhausted by the toss in the face of uncanny attacks and rogue-like plays.

Each of the devils widened their eyes and did not dare to slack off in the slightest, because the unpreventable attack would kill them, and the devils roared and roared in the endless harassment and attack but were helpless.

Yang Ling's ghostly scattered attacks made the devils suffer enough, and although the continuous attacks damaged some brothers, they tore off a piece of meat in the bloated devil's retreating troops.

More importantly, the endless and irregular attacks seriously delayed the retreat of the devils, who had to carefully avoid stepping on mines or being strafed by heavy machine guns, and walked for six hours on a three-hour mountain road.

And when Yang Ling's endless attacks were delaying the retreat of the devils, the pursuit troops of the 74th Army, which were chasing and fighting fiercely in the rear, also attacked desperately, and defeated the devils' blocking forces at dawn.