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"Old Xiao! The enemy is rushing up again, no, our bullets are almost finished! Prepare to withdraw!" Zhang Guangzu, the instructor of the third battalion, shook his head, threw off the dust on his head, and shouted to the battalion commander Xiao Zhenbei.

"No, the enemy won't last long, see who lasts until the end! Tell the soldiers, save bullets, put the enemy into the point and fight again, and then blow the trumpet and fight him with a white knuckle!" Xiao Zhenbei ordered.

In fact, they were originally regiment commanders and political commissars, but after they were reorganized into the Eighth Route Army, they were all demoted by one level, the regiment commander became a battalion commander, and the political commissar became an instructor. It is now part of the third battalion of the Independent Regiment.

It is said that it is an independent regiment, in fact, it is self-reliance, except for the original equipment, and the cooperation of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party to distribute some uniforms, there is nothing, food and clothing equipment completely rely on their own means, the three battalions under it are also fighting for themselves, recruiting troops and horses, replenishing soldiers, seizing equipment, quite hard, fortunately, the people in this nearby village are very conscious, not only set up a guerrilla team, but also a women's rescue association, making shoes, making clothes and sending food, to the Eighth Route Army to provide great help. Without these seemingly ordinary people, it would be almost impossible for the Eighth Route Army to survive and grow here.

"No, Lao Xiao, the losses this time are too great, our battalion has already lost more than 100 people, and the casualties of the guerrillas are even greater!" Zhang Guangbei said anxiously.

"Now retreating, being chased and beaten by devils, the losses are even greater, and now the devils and the puppet army are only less than 200 people, even if it is a life for a life, I will wipe out these little devils here. Xiao Zhenbei said fiercely.

"Alas, I didn't expect this batch of medicinal herbs and ammunition to attract so many devils, it's a pity, they've already left the town!" Zhang Guangzu said with some annoyance.

Today, the third battalion was ordered to receive a batch of medicinal materials, gauze, bandages and other medical supplies urgently needed by the troops from Huangqi Town, as well as some guns and ammunition, which were all collected secretly by the underground party in Huangqi Town, organized some patriotic wealthy businessmen and scholars, and spent a lot of money and energy to fill four large boxes, which they hid in a coffin and sent out of the town through funerals.

Originally, everything went well, and the outside of the coffin was smeared with some dirt, and even the puppet army was unwilling to check it, so they let it go. Unexpectedly, because the things in the coffin were too heavy, and there was a small pit under the wheels, the mule pulling the cart was stunned at first, which caused the vigilance of the devil on duty, to switch and check, this time there was no way, more than a dozen underground party members wearing linen and filial piety who pressed the car immediately pulled out their guns and shot, while quickly evacuating. The devils behind gathered their men and immediately chased after them.

Chasing here, I happened to meet the three battalions who came to answer, so the two sides began to exchange fire, and the nearby guerrillas also took the initiative to participate in the battle, and the pursuit battle became a positional battle, and they fought for several hours in a row, both sides had losses, and the leader of the devil squadron also urgently asked Kato for help, but unexpectedly, the reinforcements were blocked back by Zhuang Quan's five bullets. At least it won't be able to catch up for a short time.

That's it, the enemy's firepower still has an absolute advantage, don't look at the less than 200 people, the devil squadron leader is still thinking about annihilating this gang of eight roads!

In this situation of great disparity in firepower, charging became the most effective way to kill the enemy, although the Eighth Route Army did not have an advantage in stabbing because the devil's guns were equipped with bayonets and were well trained. But at least the enemy's mortar can't play a role, and it also has an advantage in numbers, one can't fight, two people can always fight one!

"Rush, ......"

With the sound of the reunion, the Eighth Route Army and the guerrillas jumped out of the trenches and pounced on the enemy, Zhuang Quan was stunned in the scope, this is a real hand-to-hand combat with bayonets! Really cut down the living people! The scene is too bloody and too tragic, often it takes two or three Eighth Route Army to kill a Japanese devil, there is no way, the devil's rifle and bayonet are more than one meter and five meters long, which is the longest in the world, and occupies a huge advantage.

"Baga! These dirt roads are using this trick again, it's too shameless!" The devil's squadron leader screamed violently, every time he rushed to the front of the position, he would come to such a hand-to-hand fight, and he was completely fighting for numbers. And at this time, mortars are useless, you can't even blow up your own people! The most infuriating thing is that every hand-to-hand combat is that their own soldiers are defeated and retreated, and then organize a new round of attack, and those eight roads not only return to the trenches, but also pick up a lot of guns and ammunition to go back, and they become bullets again, which simply makes this devil squadron leader a little crazy!

Chen Dong went to the front to inspect the enemy's situation, and came back at this time, and saw that Zhuang Quan's mouth was wide open and he hadn't closed it: "This is too tragic!

"Yes, they really dare to work hard! They are all good men!" Chen Dong also said with emotion.

"How are you going to the front to check, let's choose a few important targets, we must help them, let's kill a machine gunner here, they can reduce the casualties of several people!" Zhuang Quan was also hooked.

"Let's go down two hundred meters. There's a nice ambush spot, you can see the enemy's mortar and machine gun batteries, it's almost 500 meters away, it should be within your shooting range!" Chen Dong said, pointing to a small dirt bag in front of him.

"Let's go!"

……

The two of them had just arrived at the back of the small dirt bag and lay down, and before they could do it, the devils brought people over first, five devils and more than a dozen puppet soldiers, carrying two mortars and two light machine guns, as well as ammunition boxes, were rapidly approaching Zhuang Quan, only two hundred meters away.

"What do you mean? I haven't done it yet, why did I come here?" Zhuang Quan asked in surprise.

"It is estimated that the devil has also changed his tactics and set up another firepower point on this side, so that it will be even more difficult on the side of the Eighth Road!" Chen Dong estimated the devil's intentions.

"Do you know how to play with that mortar?" Zhuang Quan asked, lying there.

"Yes!But it may not be very accurate!" Chen Dong's eyes lit up when he heard this, this little boss really dared to think about it.

"Haha! No, then let's get a few more shots, let's beat this gang of devils, and then shoot the shells back, then we will make a lot of money!" Zhuang Quan said excitedly.

In front of the position of the Eighth Route Army, the devils launched an attack again, and the devils on Zhuang Quan's side also chose a good position and began to set up mortars, and several puppet soldiers went to the front to set up two light machine guns.

"As long as these devils are defeated, the remaining puppet army will not disperse!" Chen Dong said in a low voice.

"I know!"

At this time, one of the devil's soldiers pointed to the position of the Eighth Road and raised his right hand: "Aim, prepare...... Hmph!"

With a muffled grunt, the soldier fell to the ground......