When the gunshots rang out, whether it was Wei Zhuang, who was leading the assault team in front, or Miao Zhihe in the back, they immediately understood that their sneak attack had been completely exposed. For the two of them, since they have been exposed at this moment, there is nothing to say, just start fighting openly.

Under the cover of a row of grenades thrown by the soldiers behind him, Wei Zhuang, who led the team, operated a submachine gun, and with a beautiful burst of fire, scattered a group of Japanese soldiers who rushed out of the woods after hearing the gunshot. With a wave of his hand, he shouted, "Catch Noboru Kunisaki, it's time to wash away our shame last night." Comrades, rush with me. ”

With his shout, the commandos behind him leapt to their feet. The submachine gun in his hand instantly rang out, hitting the Japanese soldiers who rushed out of the woods to check what was going on. Immediately, under the cover of the only heavy machine gun behind them, the entire assault team was like a sharp knife, without the slightest hesitation or pause. Braving the fire from the woods, he slammed into the headquarters of the Seventh Division in the forest.

And behind them, Miao Zhihe, who was unable to hold a rifle because he only had one hand, carried the instructor who was left behind by Wei Zhuang before launching the attack, and stuffed the spear into his hand, and immediately followed up with the follow-up troops. While firing to support the commando team's action, he rushed into the woods.

I didn't expect that the headquarters of the Seventh Division of the Anti-United Nations Force would also emerge next to me. Under the sudden blow, it briefly fell into chaos, and under the fierce attack of the commando, the internal defense system was scattered. But after all, the units that can be transferred to the division headquarters to serve as guards are naturally the strongest units in the Seventh Division.

The time for the chaos was short-lived, and it was immediately quickly adjusted under the command of officers at all levels. and the commandos who rushed into the woods, constantly in a fierce battle. Its troops on both flanks also reacted almost immediately, and forcibly rushed to this side, trying to annihilate the resistance forces that attacked the headquarters of the 7th Division.

However, the efforts of the Japanese troops on both flanks were beaten by Miao Zhi, who had long been prepared for the Japanese army to have this kind of reaction, and the machine guns deployed in advance, and the chickens and dogs jumped, and the casualties were too much to rely on, so they could only watch the follow-up troops led by Miao Zhihe also rush into the woods along the passage opened by the commando.

It's just that in the end, it was the guard unit of the division and regiment headquarters, and the tenacity of the Japanese army's resistance was still somewhat beyond Miao Zhihe's expectations. When the follow-up troops led by him rushed into the woods, they found that at a distance of less than fifty meters, nearly a third of his assault team had fallen on the way to the charge.

Although somewhat unexpected, Miao Zhihe knew that he did not have time to grieve and hesitate. If you can't knock out the regimental headquarters of the 7th Division in the shortest possible time, after the machine gun fire of the Japanese troops blocking the two flanks behind you runs out of limited ammunition, you can only wait for yourself to be surrounded. At that time, I will have little ammunition left, and I will really steal chickens and rice.

Although the Seventh Division, which appeared in his telescope before, had not set up the antenna for a long time, Miao Zhihe's observation skills, which had been specially trained in the reconnaissance brigade directly under the military region, played a great role at this time. Miao Zhihe, who firmly remembered the location of the high-power radio antenna, did not care about the commando team that had been disrupted. With the follow-up troops, regardless of the almost frantic resistance of the Japanese troops along the way, they desperately interspersed in that direction.

At this time, within the extremely close distance between the two armies in the woods, in addition to the blocking of the line of sight by the woods, and the relatively small combat space. What machine guns, rifles, have lost their effectiveness, especially machine guns are simply useless. Even if you have superior firepower, it is difficult to play it.

Except for the submachine gun, because it is short and concise, the rate of fire is extremely fast and can gain the upper hand. The rest of the manual rifles, as a rule, only had time to shoot one shot, and before the next bullet had time to load, the opponent had already rushed in front of him. In this battle, which did not last very long, both sides used more white-knuckle combat.

And in the woods, the Japanese army was equipped with the Type 99 rifle, which was more suitable for white-knuckle combat. However, because his rifle itself is too long, coupled with the half-meter-long three-zero stabbing point, even a white-knuckle battle cannot be used in a small space in the woods. On the contrary, it seems that the resistance to the United Nations, which is equipped with much shorter Polish-made German-style rifles, is more advantageous.

The obstruction of the trees in the woods also made it difficult for the Japanese army to give full play to its advantages in white-knuckle warfare. A bayonet stabbed out, but it didn't stab the opponent, but the bayonet on his rifle stabbed into the trunks of the surrounding trees because the body of the gun was too long. In particular, its most lethal tactical combinations are difficult to really use.

In fact, in this kind of lose-lose white-knuckle battle, no one cares about who can take advantage more. Anyway, the enemy and us are fighting, and they are already completely chaotic. The Japanese army could not be used, and the Anti-Japanese Federation could not be used either. What was originally a battlefield was divided into countless small battlefields by dense trees and shrubs in the forest.

Both sides are nothing more than groups of soldiers, under the leadership of veterans and cadres at all levels, fighting selflessly. Under the rapid offensive, the Japanese army, which was caught off guard, fought and fought into a plate of scattered flowers. And because of Miao Zhihe's order to go where there was gunfire before the battle started, the Anti-Japanese Federation also became a plate of scattered flowers.

It hadn't been five minutes since he rushed into the woods, and Miao Zhihe found that there was only one class left behind him. As for the others, they either fell on the way to the charge, or were mixed up by the Japanese troops who scattered and blocked them, and were in a relatively chaotic situation of fighting on their own.

At this moment, the tent of the regimental headquarters of the Seventh Division was already in front of him in the middle of the entire woods, and Miao Zhihe did not care about gathering the troops. In the face of the Japanese resistance, which was already getting weaker and weaker, he knew what he should do most now.

With a flick to the side and behind him, he dodged a ferocious thrust from a Japanese soldier with a bayonet-mounted Type 99 rifle, and grabbed the slender back of the guy's rifle with his crippled left arm. Miao Zhi and the pistol in his right hand fired at the same time.

As the unit that has been equipped with Tokarev's pistol for the longest time in the whole army, and the veteran of the reconnaissance brigade directly under the military district with the largest number of attachments, reaching one to one. Even with the high recoil of this pistol, it is difficult to control continuous fire. However, under the hard training of the reconnaissance brigade directly under Tong Guò, Miao Zhihe's pistol can indeed be said to be superb.

Even in a dual-minded situation, his shooting accuracy, especially the accuracy of the throwing pistol, is extremely accurate. Although this shot was fired in a relatively hurry, it only took one shot to open a small skylight in the middle of this guy's steel helmet. If it weren't for the nine-zero steel helmet on top of his head, the huge kinetic energy of this Tokarev pistol bullet would not have been a matter of just opening a skylight, and a single shot could directly lift his heavenly spirit cover.

After killing this Japanese soldier who rushed out of the tent in front of him, he had actually cleared Miao Zhihe, who rushed to the last guard of the headquarters of the 7th Division, and he didn't even look at this unlucky guy. He had already rushed out of the tent, facing the surrounding area at this moment, there was no longer a living guard of the Seventh Division Headquarters.

He didn't rush in directly, but pulled out the last imitation Soviet-made F grenade made by the guards on his body before the guards left, pulled the safety bolt with his teeth, paused for three seconds, and then threw it in. It wasn't until the explosion fell that he rushed in with the only two fighters left around him at this moment, under the cover of the Soviet-made Tokarev pistol that had just been newly replaced with a magazine in his hand, and fired a burst of fire.

But after rushing in, he was almost tripped by a guy lying on the ground with the rank of lieutenant general, bleeding from a small bullet hole in his temple, and holding the corpses of two soldiers. In front of him, there were seven or eight Japanese officers and soldiers who had been killed by their own grenades or by their own pistols.

At this moment, in the entire tent, except for the three of them, there is no Japanese soldier standing. Both alive and dead. The guy with the rank of lieutenant general on the ground, Miao Zhihe doesn't have to think about it, except for the guy Noboru Kunisaki, there will be no second lieutenant general here.

It was clear that the guy had sensed something bad before the grenade was thrown, and was about to rush out with the officers and guards around him. If Miao Zhihe's grenade explodes two or three seconds late, I'm afraid he will have to come face to face with this guy.

It's just that why did this old man think of the transfer when he arrived at the door of his headquarters when the Anti-Japanese Federation hit him, was he too confident in his own guard troops, or was there any other reason that Miao Zhihe didn't know. The only thing Miao Zhihe knows now is that he has completely shredded the Japanese Supreme Command in the territory of the Alukorqin Banner.

And the brother who put on a stand as a lieutenant general and division commander, and did not retreat until the most dangerous time, but because of his own face problems, he still failed to escape in the end. Despite the fact that the anti-union imitation of the F grenade has been partially reduced. But this grenade, which is still a little excessive, still sent the ** part of the entire tent to the west sky.

Although relying on the desperate cover of the two loyal guards, in the grenade explosion, except for the guards who pounced on a dog eating and were a little ugly, they were not affected by the power of the grenade explosion and escaped by luck. But Noboru Kunisaki, who struggled out from under the guards, did not escape the rapid fire of the pistol in Miao Zhihe's hand before rushing in.

A bullet burrowed through his temple and slid around his brain, completely mixing his brain tissue into a pile of tofu brains. If it weren't for the exit chosen by this bullet, which was in the back of his neck, I'm afraid his death would have been even more ugly.

However, for Miao Zhihe, there is no interest in observing whether his death is ugly or not. After using the last bullet in the chamber of the pistol to give this guy another shot in the head, Miao Zhihe didn't look at him again. For Miao Zhihe, the Tokarev pistol in his hand is good, and the power is much greater than the new Browning pistol equipped by the reconnaissance brigade directly under him.

The only drawback is that the number of reloads in the magazine is too small, and seven rounds are not enough. Especially in this kind of close-range rapid-fire situation, more or less suffered a little loss. At least the magazine was changed more often than a Browning pistol with fifteen rounds. It's just that he doesn't have time to worry about the advantages and disadvantages of the pistol in his hand now.

Looking at the qiē in front of him, Miao Zhihe did not have a fake hand, and simply looked at the bombed radio station in the tent. After carrying the codebook next to the radio station in his pocket, he replaced the pistol with an empty magazine in his hand and inserted it back into his belt. He pulled out the southern pistol from the corpse of a Japanese officer, and refilled the Japanese corpses on the ground one by one.