Zhang Yunfei has always felt that his life is hard, and he always has to fight with the little devils.

But Qi Dajiu felt that Zhang Ergou's luck was a bit excessive, and he often picked up big bargains, and this small team of devils was consumed by them, and he personally led them to the door.

Zhang Yunfei's guess was very accurate, the devil's ammunition was indeed urgent, and the devil did not have the habit of counting bullets like the Eighth Route Army.

They pursued Qi Dajiu's squadron for dozens of kilometers, and there were several exchanges of fire during this period, and the amount of ammunition dropped a bit too much.

Of course, the devil's lack of ammunition and the lack of ammunition of the eight roads are not the same concept, and they still have a few thousand rounds of ammunition.

So much ammunition is quite rich for the Eighth Road, but for the devil, this amount of ammunition is a bit stretched, and he has to save the amount of ammunition used.

In particular, the machine guns of large consumers of ammunition are now similar to those of the eight roads, and they are very restrained and economical, mainly based on point firing.

Originally, the devil wanted to engage in a wave of firepower, and used intensive firepower to take Zhang Yunfei's department away directly.

Now that he found that the firepower of the opposite Eighth Route was also not weak, he could not instantly defeat the opposite Eighth Road, so he naturally did not dare to waste the limited ammunition reserves, so he could only collect and fight.

"Since the little devil can't do it, it's better to rush up and kill it directly." After Qi Dajiu entered the position with his squadron, he came to Zhang Yunfei's side again.

"Which eye do you see that the little devil is not good, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse, no matter how much it is better than your stupid donkey, if the little devil is really not good, how can you be chased by them like a rabbit, believe it or not, if you rush up, the little devil will still beat your fart and urine, and move your brain."

Qi Dajiu: "......"

It's you who says the devil can't do it, and now it's you who says the devil is powerful, and there's really no one to fuck it.

However, Qi Dajiu still has some talent in war, Zhang Yunfei's words are ugly, but he immediately understood the meaning.

Although the little devil is now no longer firing grenadiers, and the machine guns are only sporadically counterattacking and suppressing firepower, this does not mean that the little devil really has no power to fight.

If you dare to attack, according to the little devil's remaining ammunition reserves, full firepower is enough for you and others to drink a pot.

Don't say anything about attacking, in fact, Zhang Yunfei doesn't plan to defend to the death, no matter how short of ammunition the devils are, they must be stronger than them, and their strong ability to attack tough battles is not in vain.

Now they are taking advantage of the lack of firepower of the devils to fight this battle with them in the field, which can be regarded as accumulating some experience, because of the limited conditions of the Eighth Route Army, they all try to avoid this kind of offensive and defensive resistance war with the devils.

At least at this stage, they don't have much chance to fight this kind of offensive and defensive battle with the devils, after all, the devils' light and heavy firepower is too fierce, and if they dare to do that, they will be beaten by the devils on the one hand.

Now that the devil's firepower has weakened, it just so happens that there are too many recruits and militias on hand now, and this is a rare opportunity for them to adapt to the battlefield as soon as possible.

At this time, the situation is more relaxed than the battlefield environment where artillery fire is heavy and machine guns are constantly harsh, and I don't know how many times, which is suitable for training new soldiers.

"Everyone, pay attention, you must move immediately after shooting, don't stay in one place." The Devil Riflemen have plenty of ammunition, and even if they evenly feed half of the bullets to the machine gun, their bullets will still be enough to fight a battle.

Although the devil's firepower has dropped a lot, their defense is also not easy, the devil's riflemen's marksmanship is still quite accurate, and their side is too inferior, and they can only win by numbers.

Crackling, you come and I fight lively, coupled with the occasional fire support of machine guns and grenadiers on their side, but withstood the attack of the devils, the battle situation is in a stalemate, the devils are unable to break through their defense line for a long time, and they are suppressed by him a hundred meters away.

It is good to be able to suppress the devils, but the consumption of ammunition is also increasing sharply, if the ammunition of the devils is insufficient, then they are in short supply.

They also couldn't hold on for much time, and the name of three guns and eight roads was very loud, and their troops could fire a few shots, which was already an outlier.

No matter how unusual the number is, they are still eight-way, and they also have the situation of insufficient ammunition, so they can't hold out for a long time in this kind of battle with huge consumption.

This has to be said to be a kind of sadness, if they have enough ammunition and firepower, relying on the advantage of numbers, they can completely suppress this gang of devils and immobilize.

It's a pity that there is no if in the war, the battle is fought with national strength and logistical support, and their Eighth Route Army has nothing, and when it is obviously possible to win, they can only choose to retreat.

The longer they fought, the more they could not afford to consume, and finally they fired machine guns and grenades, and after repelling a round of attacks from the devils, they reluctantly retreated to the village.

You can only rely on the village for defense, and you can fight street battles with devils, there are too many recruits, and this kind of thing is not something that can be adapted to at once with bayonets.

So they retreated to the village, relying on the courtyard wall of the village to form a second line of defense, everyone hid behind the courtyard wall, no one spoke, quietly felt out a grenade, gently unscrewed the lid, pulled the thread in hand, and then silently waited for the devil to approach.

When the devil reached the range of the grenade, Zhang Yunfei pulled the fuse, threw the grenade halfway over, and then reached out and picked up the rifle, poked out the muzzle and prepared to shoot.

A small group of fighters also threw grenades after him, and everyone threw a row of grenades in a row.

On the real battlefield, the killing of grenades is not ideal, after all, on the real battlefield, no one is stupid to gather together, a large area is swept by human machine guns, and a bunch of grenade shells are blown up, no one is so stupid.

So this kind of dense rain of grenades is the best way to kill and injure the enemy, a small team under the leadership of Cui Liangfang, a rigorous team leader, their combat style is meticulous, they are very skilled, tacit, without dragging mud and water, grenades form a large net of explosions, shrouding the devil's attack lineup.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The explosions continued to sound, and the buildings outside the village were all splashed with dirt and broken bricks from the rain of bullets and explosions.

Da Da, the devils who were attacked were not slow to react, and immediately the machine guns began to strafe and suppress the fire, at this time they did not have the sporadic counterattack performance that they had just shown.

Seeing this situation, Qi Dajiu was secretly glad that it was really as Zhang Ergou said, the little devil was short of ammunition, but it was enough to fight a high-intensity battle.

These little ghosts are really ghosts, they have such a hidden hand, if they and others boldly launch an attack, they may really suffer a big loss, maybe they may really lose a big game.