Looking at the devil with the rifle, under the cover of light machine guns and dense fire behind him, the devil who charged towards them to defend the high ground, Zhang Yunfei picked up the sniper rifle first, and aimed at the devil's machine gunner and grenadier to shoot.

Under this absolute firepower advantage, this kind of orderly attack can give full play to their firepower advantage, so Zhang Yunfei cleared the enemy's firepower as much as possible, and now for them, even if it reduces the defensive pressure a little, it is good.

After firing the bullets in the chamber of the sniper rifle, Zhang Yunfei casually picked up the 38 big cover that was placed aside, aimed at the devil who was getting closer, and pulled the trigger.

At close range, ordinary rifles are more useful, after all, you don't need high-precision aiming, just shoot at people.

The machine gunners on their side also pulled the trigger of the crooked handle machine gun, and shot the thirty rounds in the magazine in one go.

After running out of bullets in the magazine, Zhang Yunfei rushed out first with the 38 rifle with the bayonet on it, and the soldiers on the position also rushed out with the rifles with bayonets on them.

At this time, there were less than twenty soldiers who could still charge with Zhang Yunfei, and they collided fiercely with the ghosts who rushed through.

The wounded, who had lost their combat effectiveness, moved their bodies with great difficulty, rolled down the hillside, and pulled the cluster grenade in their arms.

Towards the devil team that was outflanking from the flank, he greeted the devil team with a loud bang, more or less dragging a few devils to their deaths.

At this time, the remnants of Zhang Yunfei's troops were no longer able to defend the front and flanks at the same time, so they could only use all their forces to defend the enemy's frontal attack.

The devils who rushed from the flank, just thinking about coming over to pick up a bargain, came to the front and rear to attack, hoping to end the battle completely.

Unexpectedly, the wounded who were held with a cluster grenade and died together were caught off guard, and the bombing was heavy in casualties.

Originally, he wanted to take advantage, but he was suffering heavy losses by a few wounded, and he was unable to fight again, so he could only retreat first to rest.

Listening to the explosion from the flank, Zhang Yunfei's heart was trembling, the devil likes to charge to the death in a desperate situation, and they are also instigated, even if they die, they have to bite off a piece of meat on the devil's body.

The 38 big cover in Zhang Yunfei's hand was made by him to fly up and down, with a bayonet when he was close, and a direct shot at a distance, there is no doubt that the devil has a strong ability to fight with a white edge.

But that's also the devil's elite troops, and in fact most of the troops they are facing now are garrisons formed by reservists and supplementary recruits.

Although the quality of such devil soldiers is quite high, it is not so high that it makes people desperate, and they have not experienced any decent battles.

And the troops led by Zhang Yunfei now were originally elite troops directly under the headquarters of the third battalion, and they were all veterans who had experienced countless battles, and they also worked hard in white-knuckle warfare.

And now they are completely crazy, completely dead, as long as they are bayonets like this, they will not hesitate to pull the last grenade prepared on their bodies, this tradition has been preserved in our army for a long time.

The sacrifice of every soldier has to take away a few devils to accompany the burial, the trapped beast is still fighting, and the rabbit is in a hurry and bites, not to mention these soldiers.

The devil didn't expect this eight roads to be so complete, coupled with the restrictions of the terrain, the devil had the advantage of troops, but he couldn't use it, so he could only adopt the tactics of adding fuel and slowly attrition, and it was in a stalemate for a while.

Of course, this is only temporary, no matter how elite they are, they can't resist the steady stream of devils rushing over, and there are fewer and fewer fighters around Zhang Yunfei.

Moreover, white-knuckle combat is the most physically exhausting, even if they are iron-clad, they can't hold on for long, and the longer they fight, the more tired they become.

Maeda Ichiro also found that it was not cost-effective to mix with Hachiro for a white-knuckle battle, so he immediately ordered his troops to retreat.

If other devil commanders are very welcome to the current duel between samurai, at most they will pay some more casualties, anyway, these eight roads are already in the urn, and it is good to practice their hands.

But Maeda Ichiro is an outlier among the devils, and he doesn't want his subordinates to pay an extra casualty.

As long as they hide for a while, this gang will be wiped out.

But he felt that there was no need for that, and now that they had retreated, the deadly momentum of the Eight Roads who did not want to order would inevitably be loosened.

Once this breath is relaxed, it will be a question of whether they can pick up the gun at that time, so why fight them to the death now and pay additional casualties.

Seeing that the devil retreated, they were exhausted and could only retreat to the mountain again, and they naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to rush over, so they would really find death.

They are completely confined here, and the devils can't invest more troops to resist the devil's attack, and if they rush to the open area, it will be a fate.

They don't want to die, but they won't be stupid to go up and send people to their heads, so Zhang Yunfei can only watch the little devil retreat, but there is nothing he can do.

They can only passively wait, waiting for the devil to carry out the next round of offensive.

At this time, Zhang Yunfei had several scars on his body, and his body was drenched in blood, and he didn't know if it was the enemy's or his own.

Looking at the devils who were adjusting their deployment and preparing to launch the final attack at the foot of the mountain, Zhang Yunfei looked at the team with only twelve people around him, and he knew that it was the last moment.

When the devils attack again, maybe they don't even have a chance to stab, and it is likely that they will make contact with the enemy again, and they will be almost overtaken by the opponent's machine guns and grenadiers.

"You guys, smash all the extra weapons right away." Zhang Yunfei, who took a slight breath and regained a little strength, ordered.

He was the first to smash the sniper rifle that he had always loved, or the barge gun that had run out of bullets, and the devil didn't care about the messy miscellaneous equipment in their hands.

But even then, they will not throw their weapons to the enemy and become their trophies.

All silently destroyed the surplus weapons left by the sacrificed comrades, and then sat aside and waited quietly for the devils to attack again.

Zhang Yunfei sat on the position, silently put away the last devil grenade, this is reserved for himself, always ready to sound, this thing just needs to be pulled and knocked out, and it is easier than shooting himself in the head.