"Divide the rest of the bullets."

Entering the village and joining up with the last group of soldiers from the first battalion and one company who had arrived, Li Yunlong quickly distributed the last batch of ammunition while organizing people to arrange improvised positions.

In the battle just now, everyone was almost consumed with the bullets they carried, and if they continued to fight, they would have to fight with bayonets.

Grand Master Li felt a little headache at the thought of fighting bayonets.

He carries a ghost-headed knife and never leaves his hand.

But now in the first company, one-third of the soldiers are equipped with submachine guns, and they are not equipped with bayonets at all, but fortunately, in the previous battle in Xinzhuang, a lot of 38 covers with bayonets were captured, and the bayonet training in the regiment was not relaxed in the slightest.

However······

He also thinks that way now, if he can not fight with a bayonet, he will not fight with a bayonet.

The little devil's skills in fighting bayonets are really good, even in the second-line division, of course, his independent regiment is not bad, but the bayonet casualties are too great, and these soldiers under him are all treasures, and Grand Master Li is reluctant.

"Regiment commander, the devil cavalry was found, more than a hundred."

Wang Gensheng reported what he had discovered.

"Cavalry!"

Li Yunlong frowned.

In this plain area, it is not a good thing to encounter devil cavalry, although they are not afraid of cavalry, but the other party can wrap around their side like a cowhide plaster, and they can't get rid of it at all.

"Regiment commander, we don't have many bullets, there is only one and a half magazines for submachine guns per capita, there are only two machine guns, and there are only twenty-seven big tumors."

The commander of the first battalion and the first company accompanying him spoke anxiously and reported bad news.

"Rely on the village, let's beat back a wave of little devils, and then retreat immediately."

Li Yunlong made a quick decision.

The little devils are menacing, and there are cavalry, and they must push a wave to retreat, otherwise in this flat land, or during the day, they can't get rid of the little devils, and I'm afraid that the devils who will be surrounded will have to make dumplings in the end.

As for leaving a part of the cover to retreat, this is not okay, the devils have too many troops, at least half of them must be left, and those who stay are afraid that they will lose more than half.

Looking at the soldiers who were preparing for battle, Grand Master Li sighed in his heart,

The independent regiment was well equipped, and the weapons and ammunition were sufficient, and the ammunition they carried in this breakthrough was the most luxurious.

However, the problem was that the Eighth Route Army as a whole was still in a guerrilla warfare situation and did not have a solid rear base, which also led to the lack of continuous logistical supply of the troops in the operation.

And how much ammunition can he carry with a company of infantry on foot, chased by devils? Excessive loads can slow down the march, and it is necessary to carry necessary supplies such as food.

"Kill to give..."

"Da Da Da Da..."

Outside, the devils had already begun to attack, a large number of devils rushed into the village from everywhere, and the independent regiment immediately began to return fire, and the machine-gun submachine gun fire was violently suppressed, and the devils were immediately killed and wounded.

According to common sense, at this time, the devils should hide on the spot, avoid the edge of fire, and then continue to attack, and the independent regiment can take advantage of this time to adjust the whole and prepare to retreat.

But this time, in the face of the death order of his superiors, the captain of the devil brigade was determined and personally led the team to launch a pig assault, the devil in front fell, and the devil in the back immediately made up for it, and the independent regiment was really running out of bullets at this time, and there were not a few grenades left.

Eventually, after leaving more than sixty devils outside the village to try, a large number of devils rushed into the village.

"Get on the bayonet."

The devils were desperate, and Grand Master Li naturally did not hesitate, and the shell gun in his hand first used a shuttle and a big knife to a few approaching devils, and then took out the ghost head knife he carried with him, and rushed forward with the soldiers.

If you don't want the soldiers to suffer heavy casualties, it doesn't mean that you are afraid of death.

After more than a year, the independent regiment once again engaged in a bayonet battle with the devils.

·····

Knock···

There was a dull gunshot, and the desert eagle in the monk's hand shattered a devil and hit his head with one shot, but after this shot, the gun in his hand also became empty and hang-up, which means that the bullets were exhausted.

The devils who surrounded him obviously also discovered this, and the three devils who were originally stunned by the huge power of the Desert Eagle rushed up, and the 38 big cover in their hands crackled a row of bullets.

The monk rolled over, dodging the bullets.

During the roll, he looked at the other desert eagle, his eyes thought for a moment, then looked at the empty bullet belt on his waist, inserted the gun into his waist, and then clenched the red tassel gun, and threw his arm violently, and the tip of the spear with a flickering cold light pierced the devil who caught up.

The three devils who rushed up didn't expect the monk's hand, and they were suddenly shocked, and the distance between the two sides was too close, and a devil who reacted slowly was directly stabbed in the heart.

Then the monk held the end of the red tassel spear with both hands, and the tip of the spear was raised, and the sharp tip of the spear had pierced the throat of another devil.

At the same time, the third devil's bayonet had already stabbed over, but the monk did not panic at all, let go of the red tassel gun in his hand, saw the opportunity to hold the barrel, and then the devil removed the bayonet, pulled the barrel left and right, and handed the bayonet in his right hand, directly piercing the devil's throat.

Normally, the thrust is aimed at the chest and abdomen, but the monk uncharacteristically chooses the throat of his opponent.

He's not a fool either.

Although his physical strength is amazing, in a white-knuckle battle, it is a smart choice to conserve his physical strength and wait for leisure.

This set made the devil judge that this short-headed guy was a strong enemy, and a military Cao waved his hand and took five ghost soldiers, including six military Cao, and surrounded the monk in the middle.

As if to prove the glory of the imperial bushido, the six people were ready to kill this master with bayonets, and the devils with the three or eight big covers pressed the chrysanthemum with their thumbs and twisted the tail grabbing, which was to close the insurance.

After the insurance was closed, the six people gathered around.

The monk shot extremely fast, and before the six of them could stand in formation, he slid forward, and the red tassel spear in his hand moved forward a little, and then quickly retracted, already piercing the throat of a ghost soldier.

The remaining five devil soldiers, including Jun Cao, who was armed with a katana, were suddenly shocked, and the five of them immediately stabbed left and right with a katana and a bayonet. The monk slipped towards the loach, and had already flashed out of the attack range of five people.

The five devils also hurriedly put away their bayonets, they stood on both sides of the monk, and there was still a lack of a position to surround them, this formation was very easy to injure their own people by mistake.

After a one-move confrontation, the devil's encirclement formation was completely chaotic. This is what the monk wants, no matter how powerful he is, it is impossible to deal with five devils who have set up a formation at the same time.

After all, two fists are hard to beat four hands.

With one enemy and many enemies, the most important thing is to disrupt the opponent's formation, prevent multiple people from attacking at the same time, and then wait for the opportunity to assassinate the enemy in the movement war.

The monk quickly adjusted his position and attacked the nearest ghost soldier, the lightning-like thrust of the red tassel spear in his hand, accompanied by the ghostly rush and retreat steps, this devil threw away the rifle in his hand and covered his throat, trying to cover the blood spurting out of the wound·····

The monk didn't pay attention to this devil, he also had to deal with the other four devils, three bayonets in front, one left, one right, three ways at the same time, and on the side, there was also a military cao holding a katana and staring at him.

The little devils also saw that this guy who was suspected of being a Chinese monk was a super master, and they were not a little bit fast, so they no longer ventured into the encirclement, but set up a formation to fight.

After bowing his back and retreating, avoiding the three bayonets, the monk took a deep breath, leaned over, held the tail end of the red tassel spear with his hand, snorted and exerted force with both arms at the same time, the red tassel spear swept a fan, accompanied by the ninety degree bend of the ash rod, and the devil who was hit was actually beaten away, and rolled in the air before landing head-down, and there was no sound.

The legs that were upside down hung limply, and even the bones were broken together.

Sufficient food and hard training without a day in two years have trained the monk's inhuman brute strength.

An inch long, an inch strong.

The red tassel spear in the monk's hand was much longer than the 38 big cover, and this sweep also forced the other two devils to retreat and dodge, and the two sides quickly distanced themselves and fell into a state of confrontation again.

The two devil soldiers, one of the soldiers, looked at the guy who had just been beaten to death with a stick, and his throat couldn't help but move.

This is too miserable to die.

And this guy's arm strength is probably bigger than those sumo fat pigs.

The devil soldier Cao was also scared at this time, and he didn't dare to play bayonet battle anymore, his eyes moved, and the other two devil soldiers immediately understood, and on one side, one devil hid behind the other, preparing to load the bullet to kill this master.

And the three of them didn't know that the monk was also waiting for this opportunity.

Seeing that the two devils overlapped back and forth, the monk held the red tassel spear in his left hand, and slammed another desert eagle from his waist with his right hand. With the dull sound of gunshots, the chest of a devil in front of him exploded, and his two hands flew out directly, and the devil behind him was no better, and a huge hole was opened in his chest.

After this shot, the Desert Eagle in the monk's hand once again became empty and hang-up.

"Yaga ·····"

Seeing this, Jun Cao, who was holding the bushido, hurriedly took out the Wang Hachi box on his waist.

But it was too late, and the monk's left hand moved, and the red tassel gun in his hand had already pierced the devil's throat.

Uh-uh... Jun Cao's eyes widened, Wang Ba's box fell, and he covered his throat with both hands and fell straight to the ground.

After killing this circle of enemies, the monk also took advantage of the free time to start collecting the devil's ammunition.

·····

Like Monk Wei's side, the whole village fell into a white-knuckle battle, but fortunately, the white-knuckle battle of the independent regiment never fell, and the soldiers usually had good food, strong physical fitness, and bayonet skills were only stronger than the devils.

As the battle progressed, it even had a small advantage in the end.

"Yaga..."

The captain of the devil brigade also discovered this situation, obviously they have an absolute advantage in numbers, although the other party has a system, but there are obviously not many bullets, and the bayonet melee is not easy to play, but the imperial army still occupies a disadvantage, even an absolute disadvantage, and is gradually being driven out of the village.

The reason he also discovered.

On a high ground to the east of the village, there was a gunman.

On the other side of the village, there was also a gunman.

These two men were extremely accurate in marksmanship, and they could accurately shoot the Imperial Army in such a melee without the slightest accidental injury, and it was precisely because of these two gunners that the Imperial Army had to guard against sudden flying bullets during the bayonet battle.

"You, you, you..."

"Kill to give..."

The devil ordered a squadron leader to personally bring a dozen devils and rushed to the high ground.

The distance on the other side of the village was too far, so he chose to eliminate the shooter on the high ground, and because of the height, the suppressive power of the shooter at the head of the village was obviously not as strong as the shooter who occupied the high ground, as long as he could kill this shooter, the imperial army could control the situation.

····

On the high ground east of the village, Wang Xikui was lying on the ground, his eyes were cold through the scope, the sniper rifle in his hand vibrated from time to time, and the bullets were accurately fired at the devil.

Smack···

With the sound of a gunshot, a devil in the village who was holding a bayonet and confronting the soldiers of the Independent Regiment was shot in the forehead and fell straight down.

"The one hundred and eighteenth..."

From the beginning of the Shou County Guard Battle, to this moment just now, Wang Xikui killed one hundred and eighteen devils.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Wang Xikui smiled smugly and inserted a new row of bridges into the sniper rifle.

"How many bullets do we have left?"

Pulling the bolt of the gun and aiming at the village in the distance again, Wang Xikui asked Xiang Junzi.

Junko looked down and counted, and replied:

"Sixty-seven rounds of rifle ammunition, and I gave all the pistol ammunition to the other fighters."

"Sixty-seven?"

Wang Xikui was very satisfied: "It's enough, one shot per labor and management, and besides, we still have a spare." ”

As he spoke, he glanced around him, and at this time there were two three-eight large caps beside him, as well as two full cowhide bullet boxes, which had been seized in Xinzhuang yesterday.

"The devil is coming, on the left, fifteen people, rushing towards us."

Junko looked up and continued to observe, and he immediately spotted fifteen devil soldiers rushing over with the devil squadron leader.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Wang Xikui immediately turned the muzzle of the gun, aimed at the left, and smiled murderously, aiming at the devil squadron leader raised his hand is a shot, but this shot did not hit, at this time the two sides were separated by three hundred and fifty meters, the devil's combat quality was not bad, and he did not walk in a straight line during the charge, but kept running, so he was dodged.

One shot did not fall, he was slapped in the face, Wang Xikui was angry, he took a deep breath, then held his breath, and the center point in the scope was nailed to the devil squadron leader.

Smack······

Another shot, this time, the devil squadron leader's good luck was no longer good, and with the blood in his chest, he fell straight down.

"One hundred and nineteen."

Junko, who was holding a telescope to observe, spat out a number from his mouth.

Seeing the commander falling, the dozen or so devils were stunned at the time, and the running action was out of shape, and it was this mistake, Wang Xikui immediately shot two shots, and two devils fell.

"One hundred and twenty, one hundred and twenty-one."

Junko remembered all the ones that didn't fall.

Wow wow wow····· The rest of the devils suddenly went crazy, and under the command of another squad leader, they rushed over with a howl, even saving their running positions, and rushed over with their bodies low, and the distance between the two sides quickly narrowed.

Wang Xikui's face was calm, the gun in his hand did not stop at all, and every time the gun sounded, there was a devil.

"One hundred and twenty-two..."

"One hundred and twenty-three..."

The straights are reported one by one,

But the rate of fire of the tethered rifle is too slow, and it is troublesome to change bullets, and the terrain here is more complicated, and there are more obstacles, resulting in a shooting speed that is not fast, and as the distance approaches, the devil also begins to suppress the shooting, and finally, the straight picks up a 38 cover to help suppress the devil.

Smack...

The sniper rifle in Wang Xikui's hand rang out again, and a devil fell down in response, and the straights next to him also reported the number-

"One hundred and thirty."

But at this time, the remaining three devils were already close to a distance of less than ten meters, and the gun in Wang Xikui's hand needed to be loaded, and the 38 big cover in Shunzi's hand also ran out of the last bullet.

Shunzi was already a little panicked at this time, he proposed to retreat before, but it was vetoed, but Wang Xikui was damned in the face and dealt with it calmly.

"Whoa..."

One by one, their teammates died beside them, and they were all shot in the chest and head, and the three devils were obviously crazy, howling, and stabbing straight at Wang Xikui with bayonets, vowing to kill this demon.

Facing the three bayonets that stabbed at the same time, Wang Xikui actually smiled slightly, put down the sniper rifle in his hand, and picked up a 38 cover with no bullets (which was shot out by Shunzi) and a bayonet hanging on his side.

"Kill..."

With a violent roar, he stepped up at the same time, stabbed, and then retreated, and the action was smooth and completed in an instant·····

As Wang Xikui's bayonet was withdrawn, a devil fell straight down, blood gushing out of his chest.

"One hundred and thirty-one."

During the collection of the bayonet, Wang Xikui himself reported the figures.

The other two devils didn't react for a while, and they saw the team members around them fall, and the two really didn't expect that this demonic top shooter would be able to bayonet, and he was also a master.

"Ahh

After the two devils were frightened for a moment, they reacted, and two bayonets with cold light flashed at the same time, but Wang Xikui did not panic at all, did not advance but retreated, and directly met him.

He had already discovered that the two devils had lost their discipline, and they seemed to be connected to each other, but in fact they only played the role of one person, and the two bayonets were actually stabbed in the same direction.

I saw that the bayonet in Wang Gensheng's hand was horizontal, and he missed the bayonet stabbed by a devil, and then pressed down on the trend, pressing the bayonet of another devil to lose its direction, and then he continued to move forward, and the bayonet in his hand pierced a devil through the heart.

After charging for more than 300 meters, these two devils were already at the end of their crossbows, and their physical strength was seriously insufficient, which also led to the same lack of speed and strength of the bayonets. And Wang Xikui, who is not only a master of shooting, but also a master of assassination, is keenly aware of this, so he takes advantage of the situation to meet the battle with a bayonet.

After that, while the other devil had not stabilized his body, he went up with another bayonet and pierced the last devil directly, and with the fall of the devil, the 38 big cover was also vertically inserted into the devil's chest with a bayonet.

"One hundred and thirty-two."

Clapped his hands, picked up his sniper rifle again, and loaded the bullet while Wang Xikui did not forget to report the number, and his voice was full of anger.

Although the fatigue of his past life crushed his body and caused him to have a weak physical foundation, in the past two years in the independent regiment, he has meat and fine food, and his body has long recovered, as evidenced by his bronzed muscles.