"Kill Gaigai!"

The little devil wearing a cold steel helmet was grinning and howling, like those wild dogs roaming in the wilderness, looking quite bluffing.

After the third attack was repulsed, the gunfire stopped for less than half an hour, and the fourth attack of the devils began.

And in a short period of time, Wang Huzi and they have been beaten back two miles, but they are like tough steel, but they have not let the little devil please well.

The devil soldiers, covered in blood and mud, pounced on them with their snow-white bayonets, as if they were about to eat the king's beard and skin them alive.

"Big stick, have you got it?"

The face of the commander of the sharp knife company was opened by shrapnel, and although he was bandaged in time to stop the bleeding, he was also disfigured, and his eyes were full of hatred for the devil.

"Alright, alright—"

A brother with a hat diagonally fastened over his head pulled the fuse of the explosives bag and ran backwards as he answered.

"Poof!"

The devils are also rushing and fighting, desperately rushing upward, their shells have been almost consumed in the first few rounds, and now only the infantry is left to howl.

The brothers with the knife and the sharp knife company stood up for a while, and when he saw that the devil had rushed to the front, he shouted and shouted, and the brothers ran backwards without looking back.

In the past battles with the little devils, once you ran backwards on the battlefield, you would definitely be subject to battlefield discipline, and if you don't deduct the crime of desertion, you must also be convicted of being afraid of war.

However, in the battlefield behind enemy lines, the use of various tactics is much more flexible, unlike the frontal battlefield where every inch of land must be contested.

Wang Huzi's task now is to contain the devil and give Qinghe Town in the back time to react.

Although it can be regarded as a frontal blocking, this blockade is a layer of blocking, there is no need to fight to the end with the little devils, if you want to see that one blocking position can't hold it, then retreat to another position.

Three infantry companies and a machine gun company took turns fighting the little devils, the front ones on top, and the rear ones hurriedly repaired their positions.

Although they were forced back for about two miles, the little devils felt more and more desperate, because after they captured a position, they found that there was another position behind them, which made them very powerless endlessly.

The knife led the brothers backwards in embarrassment, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and they did not run in a straight line, but in a corner.

Rao is a little devil's marksmanship is accurate, and he fought with a thunderbolt for a while, but he did not cause much damage to the guerrilla officers and men, and now the tactical quality of the guerrilla officers and men is no longer the same.

The battlefield is the best training ground, and the cold guns and cold guns of the little devils in Qinghe Town have exercised their battlefield survivability, and several battles have made them constantly transform.

The little devil screamed and rushed to the disjointed blocking position, watching from a distance as the knives were running with their butts pouted.

Behind a hidden mound of dirt, the demolition team's big stick was taking a deep puff of the cigarette he had touched from the devil.

The sparks of the cigarette butts flashed at the fuse of the dynamite pack, and his swarthy and thin face was full of hideous colors as he looked at the devils who were targeting the brothers.

The fuse burned and quickly went straight to the position, and the little devil's eyes stared at the retreating guerrilla officers and soldiers, where did he notice that the burning fuse was rapidly approaching.

"Nani?" The little devil noticed that there was a spark coming straight to his feet, and he was stunned on the spot.

Before the little devil could react, the fuse had already detonated the explosive bag buried at his feet.

"Boom!"

In the earth-shattering roar, the little devil felt a huge tearing force coming, and then his body flew lightly.

The firelight and smoke of the explosion formed a huge mushroom cloud, and more than ten five-pound explosive packets exploded together, and the momentum was really earth-shattering, directly engulfing the devils who rushed to the blocking position.

Miyasaka, the squadron leader of the devils, was holding Cao Changjing to observe, and was shocked and speechless when he saw that a series of explosions suddenly occurred in the guerrilla blocking position.

The shock wave from the explosion lifted the devils into the sky, and the ironclad rubble and explosives filled in the explosives pack formed a steel storm, leaving the devils in the sky covered in blood and flesh.

Before many of the devils had fallen, the new blast shook them over, and the blocking position was like a boat in a storm in the ocean, crumbling.

When the explosion was over, a squad of devil infantry who rushed to the blocking position was left with only bloody stumps, and the blown guns were scattered everywhere around the pit, which was terrible to see.

"Hehe, if the tiger doesn't exert its might, we should be sick cats."

Seeing that there was no longer a living person standing on the blocking position, the brothers of the demolition team smiled.

"Eight Ga Ya Road!"

The leader of the devil squadron, Miyasaka, was so angry that his face was pale, he didn't expect that this Chinese army was so strong in combat, no wonder all the jade of one of their previous pursuit squads was shattered.

The huge casualties made the squadron leader Miyasaka of the little devil really stimulated, if he couldn't completely eliminate the Chinese army in front of him, then he would not be able to explain to the captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu.

"Attack! Offensive! ”

Squadron Leader Miyasaka was howling frantically, and the mad dog-like little devil pounced on Wang Huzi and them again.

Although the little devils rushed very fiercely, Wang Huzi and they did not accept the move, and retreated if they couldn't fight, and from time to time they left a mine for the devil to open meat, and the sharpshooters on the flanks also attacked from time to time.

Wang Huzi's style of play made the Miyasaka squadron and its discomfort, and in addition to increasing casualties, it seemed that victory was far away.

Liu Jinhu, the leader of the first guerrilla detachment, initially felt that Wang Huzi and the others set up a blocking position along the highway to resist the little devils, which was completely an act of hitting stones with eggs and not measuring their own strength.

But when he watched Wang Huzi's flexible tactics and beat the little devil to the point of losing his armor, he was completely convinced.

If they had followed Wang Huzi's style of play before, they would have cleaned up the little devils a long time ago, how could they be chased and beaten by the little devils.

He was now more and more shocked by the strength of the Third Guerrilla Detachment, a reinforced squadron that could resist the devils head-on with just one guerrilla battalion, and if all of them were assembled, I am afraid that the little devils of this squadron would only have to flee in the wilderness.

In fact, Liu Jinhu didn't understand Yang Ling's combat style, for Yang Ling, in the battle with the little devils, those who could be annihilated would definitely not be defeated.

Wang Huzi and the little devils fought to the death on the highway for a long time, and Yang Ling led Wu Changqing's second battalion to the battlefield.

Yang Ling did not let the second battalion directly reinforce the front, but left the kilometer and waded through several ditches, and directly went around the back of the Miyasaka squadron to attack.

When the attacking Miyasaka was commanding the devils to attack Wangbeard's fifth line of blocking positions, an elite guerrilla army came up from behind them.

Miyasaka's squadron was attacked by a surprise attack from behind, and the ammunition left on the car was first disrupted, although they seized a hill on the side of the road.

But the devil who lost his ammunition was a toothless tiger, and he was blind, and in the face of the strangulation of the guerrilla officers and soldiers with superior forces, the Miyasaka squadron was destroyed in just two hours.