"Brothers, listen to me, aim at the little devils, and move to the predetermined assembly place when you hit, don't fall in love with the war!"

A guerrilla platoon commander with a rifle in his hand was lurking with his brother in a waist-deep field of wild grass as he carried out his pre-sortie assignment.

"Do you understand?" The dark night made it difficult for the platoon commander to see the faces of the brothers under him, and he asked again uncertainly.

"Understood!" Several squad leaders answered in unison, with murderous aura in their voices.

Now the little devils are advancing along the highway to the head of the realm, the devils are in the light, they are in the dark, and they have countless brothers scattered in this area, this is a night that the little devils are destined to remember.

"Let's go!"

The swarthy and rigid platoon commander didn't say much nonsense, and with a wave of his big hand, the brothers of several squads bent their waists and followed their respective squad leaders into the darkness.

Cold guns and cold cannons rang out sparsely in the dark field, the flames of the muzzles and the flashes of explosions flashed away, and the casualties of the devils continued to increase.

Chinese officers and men have never lacked the courage to fight to the death and in bloody battles, but now they are guerrillas, and they will have to give play to flexible guerrilla tactics, constantly attacking and shooting devils with flank attacks, and consuming the devils' vital strength.

At this moment, the little devils marching along the road are miserable, and their casualties are rising in the face of constant attacks, and they cannot even catch the shadow of the guerrillas.

"Bang ......"

"Boom!"

The guerrilla combat groups hiding in the shadows were very cunning, they hid in pre-dug foxholes, covered with sacks and floating soil, and even lurked one or two hundred meters away from the little devils.

Now the attacks are not only coming from the front and flanks, but also the attacks are constantly happening behind the little devils, and the swishing bullets crash into the devils from time to time, sending the unlucky devils to meet the Lord of Hades.

In order to avoid being strafed by machine guns because the formation was too dense, the devils marching in the formation changed to an attack formation, and they opened a skirmish line, and as soon as the troops in front were attacked, the machine guns in the rear swept the bullets over.

The devil's 5th Infantry Squadron was at the forefront of the entire brigade, and they were responsible for clearing all resistance along the way, but the cold guns and unstoppable mines still caused their losses to increase.

How could these devils have been so aggrieved in the past, they were almost pressed and beaten by others, and as time went by, they were also provoked.

"Bang!"

Behind a mound of dirt in front of him, the gun flame flashed, and the head of a devil walking forward with a gun cat waist exploded, and the ghost soldier who was shot fell backwards and fell to the ground under the impact of the bullet.

"Kill Gaigai!"

The squadron leader of the devil striker, who had been attacked by the cold guns and explosions that were overwhelmed, could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and the saber swung forward, and the tide of devils screamed and pounced.

"Damn, the devil is crazy, run!"

Seeing the black devil rushing up, a guerrilla observer in charge of the guard dragged a few brothers next to him and rolled into the wet paddy field, and ran along the ridge into the distance.

The annoyed devil didn't care about it anymore this time, and he didn't care about the mines buried in the ground and the cold guns that hit him from the side, and he chased after him lightly, wanting to take a good breath of evil.

The devil suddenly began to rush forward regardless of it, and it also startled the guerrilla battle groups that were lying in ambush everywhere, and the corners of their mouths immediately hooked up with sneers.

"Newspaper... Report, the devils rushed over, there were hundreds! ”

A panting brother almost rushed to the headquarters of the third battalion at the front and reported the news of the devil's anger to the battalion commander Shen Biao.

Shen Biao heard that some of the devils had broken away from the main force and slapped his thigh excitedly and said, "Holy shit, I still can't hold my breath!" ”

"Pass my order, the machine gun company, the first company and the second company will assemble immediately, and the time to eat meat has come!"

These main forces of the third battalion were already hiding here to recuperate, and now they heard that some devils were actually lightly armed and assaulted, and they immediately screamed excitedly.

The devils of the Fifth Infantry Squadron of the devils were responsible for attacking and advancing, and they had always been arrogant and arrogant, and they did not pay attention to the guerrillas who could only shoot cold guns at all.

Now the anger was overwhelmed again, so the battle group carrying the guerrillas rushed and struck, and soon opened up the distance between them and the main force of the brigade.

"Report, the guerrillas have fled into the village!"

Soon, the devils of the 5th Squadron followed the fleeing guerrilla combat group to a village with low houses.

Several out of breath guerrilla officers and men who were being chased did not hesitate to drill into the village, and the fastest squad of devils did not dare to enter rashly in the face of the dark village, and hurriedly asked the squadron leader for instructions.

"The first squad is outflanked on the left, the second squad is outflanked on the right, and the rest of the people are attacking with me head-on!"

The squadron leader of the devil is also a bold master of the arts, and without the slightest hesitation, he is ready to lead people to attack the village.

Soon, the devils of the two squads left the main road, jumped into the slippery fields, and outflanked the two wings of the village, moving extremely quickly, and the leader of the devil squadron led people to attack head-on.

"Dadada......."

The three machine gun crews of the devils swept the village and conducted fire reconnaissance, and after finding that there was no return fire, the devil's infantry rushed towards the village with a cat's waist.

"The devil is coming!"

The partisan officers and soldiers hiding behind the wall at the entrance of the village slapped the dirt that had fallen on their bodies due to the gunfire of the devils, and smoothed their rifles out of the firing position.

With the sound of the bolt of the gun being pulled, about a company of guerrilla officers and men had already set up positions along the front-line houses on the outskirts of the village.

The brothers of the machine gun team pushed open the window facing the outside of the village, propped up the bipod of the crooked sub-machine gun, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at the devil soldiers who were quickly rushing towards the village.

The brothers of the sniper group are lying on the roofs of the villages, and their main task is to attack the main fire points and commanders of the devils, and they will not act until they have opened fire.

The devil infantry moved quickly, covering each other for less than two minutes, and crossed the ditch barrier area and broke into the front of the village.

"Safety!"

A ghost soldier who had rushed to the front hid sideways behind a stone mill, raised his head and glanced at the front a few times, but did not find any danger, and gestured to the back.

The other devil detachment behind quickly climbed out of the ditch with one hand on the ground, and rushed past the detachment in front of him in rough clothes, and rushed forward.

"Teng ———"

But when they were still more than ten meters away from the next shelter point, a series of tongues of fire suddenly rose from behind an open wall.

"Puff puff!"

The Devil Infantry, who were advancing forward, almost had time to react when the scarlet bullets pierced their bodies.

The mud pillars on the ground splashed, mixed with the blood mist that came out, and the devils of a small detachment curled up to the ground in various postures before they had time to react.

As the characteristic dull roar of the Type 92 heavy machine gun sounded, the guerrilla officers and men of a company ambushed in the village opened fire one after another, and suddenly the line of fire tore through the night, and the rain of bullets swept towards the oncoming devils.

Those devils who were alternately rushing forward were suddenly blindfolded in the face of this sudden attack, some were still rushing forward, and some were rolling on the spot to dodge.

But in the face of this rain-like bullet, all their efforts were in vain, the blood rushed wildly, and the bullets entered the body and made a dull sound.

The devil who was about to get up and rush forward hurriedly shrank back, and hurriedly shot back in the direction of the village, and for a while the guns rang out, and the battle started without warning.