Han Feng's judgment was not wrong at all, there was too much commotion on his side, and the devil's attention was attracted at the first time.

Li Yunlong and Xu Zilin had a tacit understanding, knowing that Han Feng was covering for them, and while worried, they did not hesitate at all, and hurriedly ordered the team to launch a breakthrough to the Japanese encirclement.

At the beginning of the battle, Han Feng took the lead, followed by the monk, and the whole team launched a fierce attack on the Japanese encirclement under the leadership of the two.

Han Feng's arrangement of the play worked, originally the little devil used a straight line carpet search, from the point of view of every node of the single-layer encirclement is very fragile, the Japanese army is naturally aware of this hidden danger, so every five steps set up a light machine gun, every twenty steps there is a heavy machine gun followed by it, just to prevent the enemy from charging from all directions, so that it is easy to use machine gun fire to strafe.

But this time, before the little devil's pride had time to stay on their faces, they found that in the ranks of the Eighth Route Army rushing from all directions, there seemed to be someone who was specifically aimed at their machine gunners, and often the light and heavy machine gunners of the Japanese army would be killed before they could fire a few shots.

What also surprised the Japanese soldiers was that the enemy in front of them seemed to be very different from the previous ones, they had a more violent impact, and almost none of the soldiers along the way stood in place and shot, shooting while running, regardless of whether they could aim or not, anyway, the footsteps would not make the slightest stop.

Even if the Japanese soldiers were just stunned, when they raised their rifles again, they would find that the target they were aiming at had already run forward a long way.

The grenadiers in the rear of the enemy had not yet had time to fire, the distance between the two sides had been drawn very close, and the devils had no choice but to fire with light and heavy machine guns and rifles.

At this time, the ones who can inflict an effective blow to the charge of the New Third Regiment are probably those old devils with accurate marksmanship, even if the soldiers of the New Third Regiment do not stop for a moment, constantly dodging, they can still be hit by their shots.

As for the new devils who have not been on the battlefield much, the threat is much smaller, although the soldiers of the new third regiment are not easy to target them in the fast run, and it is difficult for them to hit the soldiers who are advancing in constant dodge.

Needless to say, Han Feng's marksmanship naturally has only two procedures, raising the gun, shooting, raising the gun, shooting, as for the fast action of pulling the bolt in the middle, it can almost be omitted.

For a veteran who is accustomed to pulling the bolt rifle, quickly pulling the bolt to advance the bullet after firing a shot is like a deep memory in the bones, almost after a bullet is fired, the next step can be completed synchronously.

There is no need to aim, although the monk who followed Han Feng had already seen the marksmanship of the regiment leader Han Feng, but when it came to the actual battle, he couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

He couldn't imagine how a person's marksmanship could be practiced to such an extent, all the bullets flew out almost as if they had locked onto the enemy's head, and they were also specifically aimed at the Japanese commanders, machine gunners, and some old devils.

Of course, the monk's marksmanship is not bad, coupled with Han Feng's special training for him, and the tempering of so many battles, he dare not say that it is still no problem to penetrate Yang in a hundred steps.

It's not a lot of effort, and there are no less than seven or eight little devils who have died under the monk's gun.

Seeing that there were only more than 30 steps left before the devil, Han Feng and the monk charged with the first team, and the grenades were thrown vigorously at the devil without money.

Every time there was an explosion, it was not intended to kill the enemy, but only to obstruct the Japanese army's vision for two more seconds.

The monk shouted, "Third brother, I see that we are about to collide with the little devil."

He has been by Han Feng's side, and the guard Zhang Daring was arranged by Han Feng to the commando, and now Duan Peng is not by Han Feng's side.

The monk knew very well that the task of protecting the safety of the regiment commander would all fall on him, and he did not dare to be careless, for fear that if something happened to the regiment commander, his brothers would not spare him.

Han Feng heard the monk shouting, and ordered the team behind him: "The machine gunners immediately gather Lao Tzu and open a gap in the encirclement in front of him, let's rush out directly." ”

Hearing this, the monk's gaze swept away, and not far from him, there was a soldier holding a light machine gun and strafing.

It's just that the monk can see that this soldier's arm is unstable, the machine gun can't be stabilized in his hand at all, the bullets are flying wildly, not to mention that he can't beat the enemy, and it is very likely that he will also injure his comrades who are charging in front.

The monk ran over in three or two steps and yelled at the soldier: "The end is unstable, what kind of machine gun are you playing?" Let's swap them. ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but say, the monk snatched the light machine gun in the soldier's hand, including the magazine bag around his waist, and then threw the rifle he was holding to the dumbfounded little soldier, so he turned his head and charged at the Japanese army not far away.

"Little devil, your grandma-"

The monk's mantra is very simple, it seems that there are just two sentences back and forth, but every time he roars out, it seems that his whole body can burst out with two more strengths, and even the light machine gun in his hand is becoming more and more stable.

Under the crazy lead charge of the monk, the encirclement of the Japanese army was as fragile as a piece of paper, and the soldiers followed closely behind, and soon tore apart the encirclement of the devil and rushed out directly.

Han Feng roared angrily: "After the big bull and the guards broke off, the others were not allowed to stop, and continued to charge Lao Tzu against the second encirclement of the Japanese army. ”

This battle was destined to be recorded in the history of the Japanese army's battles.

They had never seen such a Chinese army, like a flying arrow off the string, directly breaking through all their encirclement, and incidentally shattering the pride of the Japanese soldiers.

The first layer of encirclement did not hold on for even half an hour, and the second layer of encirclement was chaotic because of the rush to support the first layer of encirclement, and it was directly broken through when it was caught off guard.

The speed at which Han Feng's team broke through was unheard of for the Japanese army, not to mention that their other troops couldn't react, and even the encirclement couldn't react.

It's like an arrow flying through the palm of your hand, and your hand doesn't even have time to catch it.

When attacking the last outer encirclement of the Japanese army, the soldiers were completely red-eyed.

The gray and the green were stirred together on the edge of the desolate field, and at the moment of contact, a fierce white-knuckle battle began.

In the past few days, he has been pursued by the Japanese army, and Han Feng's heart is naturally full of grievances, and this moment completely broke out, killing heartily.

The cold light of his ghost head knife flashed, accompanied by the devil's head rolling down.

Because the monk was too close, he was accidentally splashed with the blood of the devil, and he couldn't help but turn his head to glance at it, and his heart was shocked.

He became more and more convinced of a saying that circulated throughout the New Third Regiment, once the regiment commander went to the battlefield to cut down devils, he was like an executioner in his previous life, specializing in cutting off people's heads.

The fear brought by this most primitive form of combat is far greater than the deterrence of guns.

Han Feng took the lead in slashing and killing all the way, not to mention that the devil on the opposite side was terrified, and even the soldiers who were familiar with Han Feng who followed behind him couldn't help but muttered in their hearts, thinking that they would have to stay away from the regiment commander in the future, and they would not be able to cut off their heads as devils one day.

It's a white-knuckle battle, and it quickly enters the white heat.

Han Feng was full of joy, and inadvertently glanced at the position of the monk on the left, and then was shocked, the monk's skills today were not up to standard for some reason, as if he was a little absent-minded.

He poked the oncoming devil into a transparent hole with one shot, and the red tassel gun had not yet been pulled out, and the devil bayonet behind him had already stabbed him in the back, but looking at the appearance of Monk Wei, it was clear that he had not noticed it......