The speed of the black man's charge was very fast, and he probably heard that the enemy in front of him had been emptied, and thought that he was rushing up to pick persimmons now, so he ran forward with his legs like a black whirlwind, fearing that he would not be able to grab anything if he fell behind.

But when they rushed into the smoke, they felt that something was wrong, after all, the gunfire on the hill was still there, and it looked as if it was still in the crossfire, and the fighting was quite fierce, and the pace couldn't help but slow down a little.

Although he was unwilling to move forward, he was coerced to continue to rush forward, and when the black man climbed the No. 1 high ground, the first person who rushed up did not have time to react, and was directly hit by a stray bullet.

"Rush over! The enemy is not far ahead, rush over and kill an enemy for $200! ”

There were several officers behind him who loudly encouraged the black soldiers, money is more important to the black than life, and after the bounty, the black people who had been stagnant were once again full of courage and pushed forward desperately.

"BOSS, there's a lot of blacks!" Alexander kept strafing, and after emptying a magazine, sweat came out of his head, and it was not clear how many people he had killed, but now the barrel of the gun was already hot, but the blacks were still rushing forward piece by piece.

"Hold on, Tsar, what are you doing, fire support! There are so many blacks, what about your shells! The remaining reinforcements looked at the artillery positions behind them as they strafed.

"BOSS, the cannonballs have run out!"

Yu Yuanjun was stunned for a moment: "Shot out?" Tsar, you are a loser, you have actually run out of ammunition for two bases! After Yu Yuanjun finished speaking, he threw the RPD in his hand aside, picked up the AK47 beside him, and continued to shoot, the black people are crazy, and now there are at least twenty or thirty black people who have died in the hands of Yu Yuanjun, and this is only a casualty brought by a magazine, and there are more black people waiting.

"BOSS, you kept asking me to fire, you shouted to the Tsar, give a few rounds to the opposite artillery position, and the Tsar to give a few rounds to the Japanese...... Now you're calling me a loser! ”

Yu Yuanjun wanted to give this guy a shot, and threw a gun to him: "Okay, let people send some shells over, damn it, these black people are crazy, why can't the hippos come up yet!" ”

The black man was indeed crazy, while rushing forward with his weapons, he was also shooting frantically at the positions of the remaining reinforcements and others, without aiming, instinctive faith shooting, but the bullets were scattered around, which still caused some trouble, and several old hairy people were shot, and their arms were injured and they had retreated on their own.

However, compared to the threat of these blacks, the biggest threat is the Japanese hiding in the shadows, this group of Japanese marksmanship is much higher than that of blacks, and they have not dared to show their heads, lying in the corner, shooting black guns.

Although no one has been killed, there is an occasional feeling of bullets flying past their heads, so that all the old hairy people dare not stand up and shoot at will now, and the ghost knows where an old yin is hiding in the corner.

"It can't go on like this! Need to think of a way! "After the remaining reinforcements swept away the AK bullets again, they changed the magazine, this kind of firefight of less than 100 meters, there is no so-called accurate shooting at all, it is as good as possible to hit the bullet in the target area, and a magazine may be used up in a few seconds after a dozen seconds.

As more and more blacks rushed to the No. 1 Heights, there were blacks on almost three sides, and if they continued to stay, they might be surrounded by blacks.

"Lucky, the black man on your right hand over to us, can you hold the front and the left?" Heights No. 2 had been cleaning up the follow-up blacks before, and there was no control of the remaining reinforcements, and the crossfire had not yet been formed, and now there was finally a chance to form a crossfire, which could reduce the pressure on one side.

"Good!" Yu Yuanjun took out a grenade and threw it directly, and at this time, a Japanese suddenly rushed into the position, Yu Yuanjun kicked on his body, took out the dagger with his left hand, and pressed the Japanese body, and the dagger in his hand slowly pressed down.

The Japanese used his hand to block the dagger pressed down by Yu Yuanjun, and wanted to die and struggle, but an old man beside him smashed his fist on the head of this Japanese, and the Japanese fainted directly, and Yu Yuanjun inserted the dagger into the chest of this Japanese and twisted it with you.

"How did the Japanese come up!" The remaining reinforcements were taken aback, how could the Japanese rush into the position.

"BOSS, the Japanese are insidious, they lie around the corpses, use the corpses as cover, and approach our positions!" Alexander fired his guns as he responded to the remaining reinforcements.

"Is that so? Do you still have incendiary bombs, throw two of them over, and let this group of Japanese enjoy it! After saying that, Yu Reinforcement opened a wooden box beside him, which contained various magazines, grenades, and several incendiary bombs.

A few incendiary bombs were thrown out by the remaining reinforcements and fell to the ground, at first there was only a small flame, and then it began to spread rapidly, the first to be ignited was the corpse of the black man, and then the remaining reinforcements saw several Asians get up from the ground and run towards the distance.

"Hiding here!" Yu Yuanjun picked up an M24 beside him, squinted his eyes, and when the crosshair and the back of the Japanese man, he directly pulled the trigger, and the Japanese who ran backwards fell down in response, and Yu Yuanjun's right hand quickly pulled the bolt, put the crosshair on the back of another Japanese, and killed the two Japanese with two shots.

"BOSS, SHOULD WE STEP BACK?" After killing a few Japanese and blacks who rushed into the tunnel again, Alexander looked at the reinforcements with a bloody face.

"Well, the tripping thunder is done, let's retreat fifty meters!"

There are a total of four defense lines in the entire No. 1 and No. 2 highlands, and the intervals between these four defense lines are about 50 meters to 100 meters, just to prevent a defense line from being able to resist it, so as to facilitate the retreat and resistance.

And in the middle of each area is an open field, unless you move from the pit on both sides, you can rush directly to it and use it as a target.

Alexander led his men to place mines in the tunnel, and then the remaining reinforcements took the lead, retreating in an orderly manner along the tunnels on both sides, and before retreating, all the grenades and incendiary bombs were thrown out to delay the rhythm of the black attack.

"Captain, the people of the War Mercenary Regiment have withdrawn!"

"Huh? Withdrawn? Inform the blacks and let them keep pressing up, and we'll just be right behind! Prevent fraud! Saburo Sakai's face hasn't changed much, and now that more than a dozen people have been sacrificed by his subordinates, it's a little heartache.