As Wang Si's right hand fell, the brothers in charge of the front-line guards immediately picked up the flower trap in their hands and concentrated all their firepower to strafe the little devil who rushed over.

For a time, the gunfire of the flower machine on the front-line position shook the sky, and the bullets fired out were like spraying faucets, and there was no intention of stopping.

As long as they were within the range of their strafing, the little devils killed and injured a lot of people, and the little devils in the back found that the attack in front was blocked, in order to avoid the loss of the troops, Xiang Jing immediately asked all the little devils to find cover on the spot to hide.

Although the 38 rifle in their hands has a long range and high accuracy, they must read and pull the bolt with one shot. However, the opponent used a fully customized weapon, as long as the trigger was pressed, all the bullets in the magazine could be fired, and the bullet rate was nearly dozens or even hundreds of times that of the rifle.

In front of the combat squad on Wang Si's front-line position, the devils couldn't find a chance to raise their heads, let alone pick up their guns and shoot back.

Mukai knew the current situation very well, he could only calculate the time, and when the opponent changed the ammunition magazine, he would make another sudden sprint and rush to the opponent's position.

Mukai knew that the bullets in the opponent's flower trap could not be continuously strafed, and they would have to finish the fight after all, as long as there were no bullets in the ammunition magazine, when the ammunition was replaced, it was their only chance, and if they missed it, they probably had no chance to defeat the opponent.

So Mukai took the little devils behind him, all of them were behind the bunker and were ready to rush out waiting for Mukai's order.

The situation on the battlefield was as Mukai had predicted, and after ten minutes of machine-gun fire, the front-line combat team did not make a sound, as if the surroundings had calmed down at this moment.

Mukai decided that it was the opponent who had finished shooting the bullets in the gun, and that he was replacing the ammunition magazine, so he immediately waved the southern fourteen in his hand, beckoning all the little devils to follow him and rush to the front line of the front line with all his might.

But the strange thing is that they did not suffer any blows, and they ran smoothly to the front-line position, but at this time they could not find a single Chinese soldier on the front-line position, and the bullet casings fell all over the ground, and if they stepped on it a little carelessly, it was very likely that they would fall on the ground.

"Baga, where did the people of China go?" Seeing everything in front of him, Xiang Jing was furious, the Chinese army seemed to be deliberately playing tricks on him, originally he planned to take advantage of the time when the opponent changed the magazine to kill the opponent by surprise, so as to avenge the ghost soldiers who were killed by full firepower before.

But when they rushed to the opponent's position, they did not see a single Chinese soldier, as if they had evaporated from the world, leaving only those bullet casings left behind by the battle.

So he roared at the well, with a posture of not being able to accept the facts in front of him, but everything in front of him made him have to accept it, so he also mixed a sense of helplessness with the roar.

Just after Xiang Jing roared to vent the anger in his heart, Xiang Jing, who was angry, immediately commanded the devil team to continue to climb the hill in front.

Regardless of whether the opponent deliberately left the position to him, as long as he continued to push forward, he would be one step closer to the opponent's headquarters, which was not a bad thing for him, so he did not intend to let the little devil soldiers around him rest, and continued to direct them to continue to climb the hillside.

But just as this group of devil soldiers advanced nearly twenty meters or so, two devil soldiers touched the traction line on the ground almost at the same time, and then the ground exploded in pieces.

The booming explosion almost shook the earth, and the soil that was blown up directly covered Xiang Jing's head and face, and the little devils around were killed and injured a lot, and the ghost soldiers who lacked arms and legs rolled on the ground on the spot to relieve the pain, and the ghosts cried wolf-like like hair and wolves.

After that explosion, less than two-thirds of the little devils who could continue to move forward with their guns in their hands were gone, and almost one-third of the losses were lost in this huge thunder array.

Xiang Jing reached out and wiped the dirt off his face, shook the dust off his clothes, and then continued to direct the team to attack forward.

He knew that his opponent was very strong, and he knew that the loss of the team that rushed forward might be greater, but he had no chance to choose, because behind him was the entire Thirteenth Wing, and he had to read and persevere in order to create life for the Thirteenth Wing, so he couldn't take care of his own life and that of his subordinates.

These two consecutive blocking positions almost made it difficult for his squadron to move an inch, but he had no way back, so he could only lead the team to continue to approach Song Zhuoyi's command post on the top of the mountain.

At this time, he came to the third defensive position of Wang Si's defensive position, but Xiang Jing didn't know what was waiting for him, he was able to walk cautiously and cautiously towards the front with the team of little devils he led, slowing down as much as possible, and his eyes and muzzles were aimed around from time to time.

Just when these little devils entered the attack range of the third line of defense under the leadership of Xiang Jing, grenades suddenly fell into the sky and smashed into the middle of the little devils' team.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mukai immediately asked all the devil soldiers to lie on the ground to avoid the shrapnel from the grenade explosion that injured them, but there were still some devil soldiers who were a little slower to react.

Under the huge light of the grenade explosion, those little devils were blown away, and they turned over and fell to the ground at every turn, dead.

Although the power of this round of explosions is not great, it is enough to kill those slow-moving devils, and there is almost no suspense at this point.

As soon as the first round of explosions ended, the second round of explosions began again, and the huge explosion almost collapsed the entire mountain, and some of the little devils were blown away directly with the dust on the ground, and some were blown apart, and there were no bones left.

Before the ghost soldiers were officially connected to the fire, a large number of ghost soldiers died, and Xiang Jing felt that the battle was too much.

But Song Zhuoyi's command post is in front of him, as long as they make another charge, they will definitely be able to rush to the opposite position and take Song Zhuoyi's command post, of course he is not happy to stop the offensive strategy like this.

So he put the southern fourteen in his hand into the gun magazine, then pulled out the saber at his waist, and said to the devil soldiers beside him: "The headquarters of the people of China is in front of us, and we want to rush up and kill the officers inside, so that we can rescue the entire thirteenth wing behind us!" ”

"Rescue the Thirteenth Wing, long live the Great Japanese Empire, long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Hearing Xiang Jing's words, they all shouted this slogan, looking at this posture, they probably couldn't shake themselves here.