The Japanese were acting, and the Eighth Route Army was also guarding the enemy's strength.

Liu Nian, the third squad leader of the third platoon of the 2nd Battalion of the Independent Regiment, was a veteran of two years of joining the army. He had fought at least dozens of battles. The battle they fought the most when they were in a good place to wait for the enemy to appear.

Practice makes perfect, so he doesn't think there is any difference between this and other battles. It's just that the leader is at the foot of their mountain. They must keep a close eye on here, even if they die, they must die here.

Spending a wake-up night in the trenches, I woke up in the morning and ate some dry food in clear water. The soldiers lie in the trenches and waited boredly.

Of course, as a veteran backbone, the third squad leader did not relax. His eyes were staring at the cliffs ahead to guard against the enemy's sneak attack.

The political commissar explained that he should beware of the sneak attacks of the Japanese small enemy, and pointed out that this was very likely the group of Japanese who had once beaten the Independence Group in Yangcun.

At this point, Liu Nian was even more vigilant. The second battalion that night was the second battalion, and the second battalion suffered the most losses.

Liu Nian also fought with this group of enemies, and a centipede-shaped scar on his neck was burned when the Japanese bullets passed by.

He still can't forget the special nature of this group of Japanese. He has machine guns in his hands, and his firepower is extremely fierce. More importantly, the gunshots of this group of Japanese are very accurate, and they feel that they are all sharpshooters, and all bullets are greeted on their heads. There is no problem in fighting the Eighth Route Army or any squad.

Even the grenades they used were different from other Japanese devils. Almost all of them were magic pitchers. The little Japanese melon grenades were almost as good as the mortar in their hands. They threw them one accurately and exploded one large piece.

No matter how careful you are to be cautious about such a Japanese devil.

Suddenly, several flying claws jumped into his sight and stuck tightly on the edge of the cliff. Liu Nian suddenly shuddered, quickly pushed the warriors beside him, and whispered: "The Japanese are here, ready to shoot."

Seeing that Liu Nian was not the only one flying claw, with the reminder of other military backbones, all the soldiers were ready to shoot and aimed their muzzles above the flying claws.

A rustling sound kept coming, and in dozens of seconds, the five Japanese black helmets appeared in their field of vision.

After all, political commissar Zhao Gang still lacked the experience of fighting and did not settle in advance. A soldier was anxious and pulled the trigger and fired the first shot when he saw a shadow of his helmet. The other soldiers followed, and a gunshot splashed dozens of dust on the edge of the cliff, but no results were obtained.

The Japanese who retracted their heads were not worthy of their special forces. They fired at the top with a submachine gun in one hand and suppressed a wave of fire. Then, taking advantage of this opportunity, they took the grenade from their bodies and threw it into the trenches accurately.

The crackling gunshots instantly silenced, with more than 20 soldiers killed and killed, and the other soldiers were also dizzy and could not fight back for a moment.

Several Japanese took this opportunity to jump up, half-squat down and shot at the first trench, and the warrior who was still fighting back several times. More than a dozen soldiers with their heads fell to the ground, and their heads were all beaten into blood gourds.

Zhao Gang stayed in the second trench and felt shocked in his heart. In just two minutes, a platoon of soldiers was reimbursed. The first trench in this direction fell into the hands of the enemy, but they didn't even throw a wave of grenades!

The Japanese stood firm and relying on grenades to strike from top to bottom no longer exists.

Zhao Gang could only command the soldiers in the second trench to continue fighting back, nailing the group of enemies here. The light and heavy machine guns fired together, and the Japanese who were still rushing forward fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

Before Zhao Gang's turn was happy, the Japanese who climbed up later had already arrived in front of him. The accurate submachine gun shooter with a distance of 100 meters was not a joke. A Japanese soldier trembled his muzzle and swept across the wallet. Three or four soldiers crawling on the sandbags would have to fall down.

After several waves of strafing, half of the platoon of soldiers was knocked down. The third company commander Zhang Qiang's eyes were red. Before the battle had started, half of his third company were injured or killed.

This is not a string of cold numbers, but a brother of comrades and hands in the evening. How could he remain indifferent?

He pushed away the machine gunner who was lying down next to the light machine gun, revealing most of his body holding the light machine gun, and shooting wildly at the Japanese who were constantly rushing forward.

Dada~~~

The dissipation of several blood mists added a red color to the battlefield filled with smoke, and also dyed his eyes red.

Papa, the 20 rounds of the Czech light machine gun had long been blown away. The third company commander pressed the trigger tightly with his fingers, which only made the machine gun make a light sound of pulling the trigger.

But he didn't have the chance to change the magazine again. What filled his eyes with blood mist was not only the Japanese, but also the blood flowing from his forehead.

"Three Company Commander, Third Company Commander!"

Zhao Gang shouted twice unwillingly, and his heart was already extremely sad. Who can be ruthless without plants? His comrades who are with him day and night fall in front of him. Who can understand the grief in his heart?

Revenge of comrades is not yet at this time. What is more important is the task of protecting the headquarters.

"Communication!"

"arrive."

The little warrior known as the Scud squatted beside Zhao Gang, waiting for his orders.

Zhao Gang said viciously: "Xiao Li, please ask the third battalion commander to lead a company soldier to cover the commander's retreat. Tell him that if there is a problem with the commander, he will not come back!"

"Yes, political commissar."

Looking at the back of the scythe quickly leaving, Zhao Gang quickly calmed down and shouted to the soldiers: "Don't cherish the bullets of light and heavy machine guns, beat me up with these bitches."

As he said that, he picked up a light machine gun and fired a beautiful splash. The two Japanese in front were swept down on the spot. The Japanese behind hurriedly fell to the ground to avoid this precise firepower.

At the first trench, Liu Nian opened his hazy eyes and wiped the blood from his face casually. The Japanese's wave of grenades just now had a very strong force, which shocked him directly.

Moreover, he felt pain all over his body, and his body seemed to have been hammered, and he didn't use any strength at all. Listening to the enemy's gunshots, Liu Nian didn't dare to do too much, but just raised his head slightly and observed the battlefield with the light from the corner of his eyes.

He seemed to be the only brother in the row of brothers in the first trench to move. The third company commander fell beside the machine gun and his face was covered with blood. The political commissar held a machine gun and was suppressing the enemy's firepower.

Although the brothers in the second battalion were very busy, the killing effect was not satisfactory. Often, they still failed to achieve results after a few shots, but were swept to death by the enemy's submachine gun because they exposed their heads.

From below the cliff, the Japanese kept climbing and continued to replenish their troops. Although the seven or eight Japanese were suppressed and unable to move between the two trenches, there was no danger for the time being. However, when the reinforcements behind the enemy came up, it would be difficult for the political commissar to withstand it.

Thinking of the dead brothers, desperate political commissar, and the leader at the foot of the mountain, Liu Nian made up his mind to collect the grenades scattered around him, leaning against the trench on the other side of the cliff, constantly throwing the grenades out.

bang bang bang bang bang

The Japanese were only guarding against the enemy in front of them, but they did not expect that there were enemies behind them, and several Japanese were bombed to death without any warning.

The remaining Japanese devils were a little hesitant. Isn’t the enemy in front of us? Why are there still behind us?

In just a few seconds of reaction, Liu Nian threw the grenade and called out one by one from the Japanese with the rifle he picked up.

Bang~

The bullet hit the Japanese back, and a Japanese who had mastered multiple skills after layers of selection and mastered various skills was reimbursed in such a cowardly manner.

Although Liu Nian achieved considerable results, the gunshots had already exposed his position. A Japanese man sandwiched between two positions turned around and shot at him in a series of three consecutive shots. The Japanese man no longer had to worry about being attacked on both sides, but their attack this time was also disturbed by Liu Nian.

Taking advantage of the sharp reduction of the Japanese firepower, a grenade exploded a barrier. The second company commander led two platoons to drive the Japanese away and occupied the first trench again. However, the Japanese had already set foot on the edge of the cliff, and this trench could only delay some time.

Before Zhao Gang could breathe a sigh of relief, the second battalion commander Shen Quan ran away and said, "Political Commissar, the Japanese are coming from the cliff again, and the third battalion can hardly hold it."

Zhao Gang was immediately angry: "If you can't stand it, you have to push me. You can't let a Japanese man pass by here."

Shen Quan also knew the importance of this mission. If a Japanese man was allowed to pass, the leader would be in danger.

Back at the cliff, he didn't stop for a moment. He led the suicide squad and launched a counterattack at the enemy with a machine gun.

Bullets were shot everywhere, and the bayonets were red. The two squads of suicide squads fell to the ground. Shen Quan swept down three or four enemies, and he was shot four times, and he could not wake up again.

Fortunately, he did not make any mistakes in his promise to the political commissar. The Japanese left seven or eight corpses and were temporarily repelled. Shen Quan's life was worth it.

Relying on the use of firepower that was not expensive and the bravery of the soldiers to fight to the death, the Yamamoto commando was temporarily repelled, and the two armies formed a stalemate at a distance of about 100 meters.

However, the commanders of both armies knew that although the Eighth Route Army had a large population, its equipment disadvantages and the quality of soldiers were much worse, and they could not hold on for long.

Yamamoto Kazuki had absolute confidence in this. He believed that this was just a trivial minor trouble. At most half an hour, he could defeat the Eighth Route Army in front of him. Then he appeared in front of the commander-in-chief of the Eighth Route Army like a divine weapon descending from the sky, ending the life of the Eighth Route Army leader who caused them countless troubles.

At this moment, Yamamoto Xiaolu ran over with the radio station in a panic: "Sir, sir!"

Yamamoto Kazuki rebuked: "What's the matter? What happened?"

"Sir, Yoshinobu Uzuka will talk to you directly." Yamamoto Koku was trembling when he spoke. At this time, the highest commander would have to talk to him in person, so there would be no good news.

Yamamoto Ichiki didn't think there would be any problems, so he said carelessly: "I am Yamamoto and I'm in some small trouble."

The bad news came, and the order of Yoshihiro Yoshikazuka could only make him say it again and again. Yamamoto Kazuki was shocked and a little helpless.

He could only obey the order and said unwillingly: "Retreat."

This time the mission ended in vain again.
Chapter completed!