"Damn your grandma, little Japanese!" The machine gunner near Zhao Dachun stood up in a Czech style and shot wildly at the Japanese under the slope. The powerful recoil pushed his upper body constantly trembled with the rhythm of the machine gun shooting.

"You look for..." Zhao Dachun was about to scold him and let him lie down, but before he could shout out, a grenade exploded beside the machine gunman. The fire flashed through the smoke and drifted away. The machine gunman fell to the ground with blood stains and scars. His eyes were open, and blood was constantly emitting from his forehead, sliding down from his eyes and cheeks.

"Dog!" Dachun shouted and rushed to him, holding his upper body in his arms.

"Brother Da...chun...I can't...can't...fight the Japanese with you...beat the Japanese..." Before he finished speaking, his head tilted to the side and had already sacrificed.

Zhao Dachun slowly placed the machine gunner's body on the ground, picked up the blood-stained Czech style, changed into the magazine, and fell to the shooting position.

With the support of powerful firepower, the Japanese pushed closer and closer, and even their people had appeared on the slope. It was still dark night. The Japanese were not good at night fighting. If it were replaced by day, I am afraid that the simple position of the Baishishan guerrillas would have been broken long ago.

With the remaining fifty people and more than fifty guns, there must be no way to stop the Japanese. Fortunately, the last time the Yangzhuang watchtower was destroyed, the Baishishan guerrillas obtained a lot of ammunition, especially the Japanese grenades, handed over some of them to the division and independent regiments, and there were still many grenades from the puppet troops. This was Zhao Dachun's greatest reliance on the Japanese that he was confident that he could hold them back.

"Drop bombs! Pitch me grenades and grenades!" Dachun's shouting was hoarse.

As he shouted, grenades fell to the slope like raindrops, and a series of explosions sounded like firecrackers.

Thanks to this wave of grenades, the Japanese who were already infinitely close were knocked back, and there were more than ten Japanese who were too close to retreat, rushing up with bayonets as if they were deadly. Before they could get closer, they were all shot and killed in front of the position.

The more tenacious the Baishishan guerrillas were, the more the Japanese mistakenly thought they were the main force of the Eighth Route Army.

After the battle only took a short rest, the Japanese reorganized the next wave of offensives. This time, the troops were invested more, not only the Japanese, but also the puppet troops. They were the main force of the attack.

Zhao Dachun immediately realized this change. He hated him so much that he had a lot of trouble in dealing with the Japanese. Whether he could withstand the next wave was a question. There were so many puppet troops now. This was the plan to end the battle if he had to attack.

"Ergouzi, Ergouzi!" Dachun himself didn't know what he was saying. His eyes were red. If his eyes could kill people, I'm afraid that Ergouzi and the Japanese who were jogging up the slope would have been killed by his eyes.

"Captain, we will not be able to withstand this time." An older guerrilla next to him muttered. Although he was a little discouraged, he was nailed to the position tightly, without any intention of retreating.

"Don't be afraid, so many of us brothers are on the road together, so we won't be lonely underground. If you can buy Guo Ji Nengzhu and the others more time, just fight for them." Zhao Dachun comforted the warrior with calmness of looking at death.

"Captain, we are not afraid. Kill one is enough to earn one, kill two and earn one." Several soldiers next to us responded one after another.

Zhao Dachun was a little excited. Most of the soldiers guarding here were recruits. They only joined the Baishishan guerrillas in the past few months, but their performance was not inferior to any old soldier. These people were soldiers in their own team, and they were fellow villagers and relatives from all over the country. He believed that if it were not for this battle, sooner or later, these soldiers would wear the Eighth Route Army uniforms and become excellent soldiers like the old soldiers brought by Captain Wu. But now, there is only one result that greets them, that is death. Anyone will have more or less fear when facing death. However, these lovely soldiers think not about their own life and death, but the elders and villagers who are relocating behind the position. These ordinary soldiers who are not special in normal times have truly become heroes who stand tall in the face of life and death.

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Uncle Guo and the third head of the family rushed to the front. Not long after they appeared, the people from Ermashan met Secretary Guo and hundreds of ordinary people who had retreated from the battlefield. They learned that the Baishishan guerrillas were carrying the huge Japanese alone.

Without asking too much, Uncle Guo and Sandang led the team toward the battlefield.

Wu Fei was also following them, but he was driven back by Uncle Guo, using a reason he could not refute: "Protect Xiaole and Xiaotong, and don't let him make any mistakes."

Although Wu Fei wanted to rush to the front and kill a few more Japanese, Uncle Guo entrusted Xiaole to him, he could not ignore it. Not to mention that he still owes Xiaole two lives, when the "brotherly relationship" between them now makes him unswerving, and he is unwilling to do so, even with Xiaole's skills, no one can protect anyone.

The third leader is holding a Czech machine gun. He is big and likes such a guy with strong firepower. As for the hidden danger that the more powerful the firepower, the higher the possibility of the enemy attack, he completely ignored it.

It has been several years since he took off his military uniform, but he is still a soldier in his heart. It has been a war with the Japanese in recent years, but it is the first time for the Japanese who have heavy artillery tonight. From the moment he heard the cannons, the unforgettable memory of the scene three years ago filled his brain, and the blood debt and blood revenge three years ago was also revealed from the bottom of his heart. He wanted to kill the Japanese and he wanted to avenge his dead comrades.

When he was the first to rush up the earth slope, the Japanese were attacking with puppet troops. Dachun and the Baishishan guerrillas, who were less than 20 or 30 remaining, were fighting with them. The Japanese puppet troops were bayonets, while the Baishishan guerrillas used big swords and shuttle marks. The number of people was too disadvantageous. Zhao Dachun and the others were already surrounded in a circle, and the Japanese and puppet troops were still rushing up from the slope.

"You little Japanese guys raised by bitch, you Grandpa Liu is here!" The third leader shouted, and the Czech style in his hand spit out a string of flames. His whole body was as shocking as a giant god falling from the sky.

The Japanese puppet army was too crowded. After being swept by the third head of the bullet, they immediately fell down. In addition, the strong firepower of the Uncle Guo and the Ermashan people who came up later suffered heavy casualties. First, the puppet army soldiers who were already on the slope fled down the slope in panic, which led to the few Japanese escapes. The puppet army Japanese who had not yet arrived were even more confused about the situation and turned around and ran back. Some puppet army soldiers even thought they ran slowly and rolled down the slope, regardless of whether they would be stepped on, hit by stones, and thorns.
Chapter completed!