"Battalion commander, the devils have begun to set up heavy machine guns and mortars!" The instructor leaned down beside him and reminded.

"We didn't have time to dig trenches, everyone was completely exposed to the ground, and the troops would definitely suffer heavy casualties when the shells hit."

Zhang Yun shook his head and replied, "It's too late." ”

"I didn't expect the devil to look up to us so much, and when they came up, they set up artillery and didn't even attack once."

"The mortar mount is fast, it's good to be fine, retreat now, and after a while, the shells will come and we will definitely be all exposed in the open space behind us."

"It's even more unveiled there, and the casualties are definitely greater than here."

"Let everyone hide well, the combat effectiveness of those local troops and supplementary troops is still too poor, and more than 300 people shot together to kill less than 30 devils, it's a shame to say it."

"I just watched, many soldiers began to tremble when they saw the devil's hands from afar, in this case, no matter how good the marksmanship training is, he can't hit the devil."

"I plan to take the opportunity to train their courage and kill two birds with one stone."

"It can not only let them adapt to the battlefield as soon as possible, but also have more life-saving skills, so that they will not be used as live targets for devils when they go to the battlefield."

"And we can fight the devils, let the devils see our true strength, and then chase us to fight, bring them to the battlefield where we want to fight them, and drag them down."

"Boom, boom...... Dadada......"

Mortars, heavy machine guns, light machine guns, grenadiers...... Soon join the fray.

The cannonballs rained down on the mountain beams, kicking up a large amount of dirt and overturning the soldiers lying next to them.

It slammed into the ground and turned into a corpse with a scream.

Bullets whizzed and flew above everyone's heads.

No matter who it is, as long as the head is exposed, a big hole will be punched in an instant, and the brain will be shattered, which is miserable.

In the face of one bloody scene after another of the scenes around him, the soldiers and reinforcements of almost all the local troops turned pale and trembled all over, and their hearts were nothing but fear or fear.

"Ah...... I'm not fighting, I'm going home......"

One of the reinforcements collapsed, screaming and trying to run backwards.

As soon as his head was raised, before the man could move, a string of bullets flew towards him.

This is a string of heavy machine-gun bullets, and the power is enormous.

Got in through the right eye, punched through the head, and flew out of the back of the head. In the blink of an eye, half of the head of this replenishment soldier was gone.

The veteran squad leader lying beside him looked heartbroken and shouted anxiously: "See it all!" The devil's firepower is too fierce, even if he is a deserter, he has no chance to live. ”

"If you want to survive, there is only one way, obey the command, defeat the little devil in front of you, and retreat when your superiors let you retreat."

"Otherwise, I may be the next one to be killed."

"Obey my orders, and lie on the ground with their heads in their hands and don't move. As long as you don't show your head and the cannonballs from the devil don't hit your side, I guarantee that everyone will survive. ”

The Japanese attacked the position, and the captain had a smile on his face all the time.

After glancing at his watch, his face quickly returned to seriousness, and then he commanded with a confident face: "The artillery will stop in a minute." ”

"Then under the cover of heavy machine guns, the infantry began to assault, striving for an attack to attack the mountain beam and wipe out all the Eighth Route Army above."

The adjutant immediately complimented: "Rest assured, sir, the attacking force will definitely be able to win." ”

"The artillery squadron fought for ten minutes just now, and at least 700 shells were fired, which is enough to put the mountain beam pear on it twice."

"The Eighth Route Army, which was hiding on the mountain beam just now, must have been almost blown up."

More than 100 Japanese puppet soldiers lined up in a skirmish line, bent over, rifles in their hands, and slowly approached the mountain beam.

The machine gunner held the machine gun in his arms, mixed in the middle of the pair, ready to fire at any moment.

The grenadiers were also scattered among them, in groups of three, carrying grenadiers and ammunition, ready to stop at any time to knock out the exposed fire points on the ridges.

Heavy machine guns were mounted on the high ground behind them, and the gunfire was uninterrupted from the beginning of the attack.

Strings of bullets fanned over the heads of the attacking troops, flew towards the mountain beams, and shot all possible outlets of the Eighth Route Army.

"Hit ......"

When the first row of the devil's stragglers was still a hundred meters away from the mountain beam, Zhang Yun gave the order.

The soldiers who were still alive on the mountain beam stretched out their rifles one after another and set fire to the vague figure a hundred meters away.

Not far behind, the attacking troops were armed with rifles, light machine guns, grenadiers, all joined the battle.

Among them, the greatest threat to the blocking forces is the heavy machine gun.

As long as it is touched by the bullets it shoots, it will definitely be killed or wounded, and it will lose its combat effectiveness in an instant.

The blocking fire on the mountain beam became weaker and weaker, and the devils, who had been frustrated in the attack, got back on their feet and began a new round of attack.

However, this time their offensive formation was significantly denser than before, and the attacking speed was getting faster and faster.

Zhang Yun stared at the battlefield closely, silently calculating the distance between the devil and the mountain beam in his mind.

When there were still fifty meters left, he decisively ordered: "Give the artillery a signal, fire now." ”

"The infantry retreated one minute after the start of the shelling, all of them withdrew within a minute, and within five minutes they crossed the open space behind the mountain beam, and then retreated into the mountain."

"Boom, boom, boom......"

When the explosion sounded in the middle of the attacking troops, the captain of the devil brigade was still dreaming of destroying his opponent.

When I woke up, my face was replaced by shock and anger.

"Eight Grid Tooth Road, our opponent is too cunning, it is useless to hide so many artillery."

"However, these guns once again prove our judgment in the beginning."

"The Eighth Route Army on the mountain beam is the opponent we have been looking for."

"The artillery squadron immediately counterattacked and ate the artillery of the Eighth Route Army."

"The attacking troops immediately retreated, the Eighth Route Army was equipped with heavy mortars, and on the field battlefield, the lethality of heavy mortars to the infantry attacking troops was fatal."

For the devil, this battle was inexplicable, it was still in full swing just now, and suddenly it stopped all of a sudden.

The artillery of the Eighth Route Army stopped firing for only two minutes.

The artillery squadron counterattacked for five minutes, and after making sure that the other side did not respond in any way, they decisively stopped this counterattack that wasted shells.

The attacking troops managed to withdraw, but less than half of the more than 100 men were withdrawn, and all the remaining soldiers remained on the battlefield.

The power of heavy mortars is too great, relying on a powerful shock wave to kill people and blow up a large area.

No matter how well-trained the Imperial Army was, and how well concealed it was during the shelling, as long as it was within the killing range of the shells, all of them would either be killed or wounded.

The mountain beams were also quiet, and there was no movement at all.

When a new offensive began, the troops attacked the mountain beam, and there was not a single living person on it, except for a corpse.

"Sir, the Eighth Route Army retreated, but at least a hundred corpses were left on the mountain beam, and the weapons and ammunition equipped by these soldiers were not taken away, all of them were left on the mountain beam, all of which were captured by the imperial army's standard weapons, including a heavy machine gun, three grenadiers, and four light machine guns, but they were all blown up." The squadron leader of the assault unit gasped and ran back to report.

The leader of the reconnaissance detachment rushed over after him: "Sir, the Eighth Route Army has retreated, there are still more than two hundred people left, and we have determined the direction of their retreat." ”

"They also brought a lot of wounded, and the troops will definitely be able to catch up with them on a rapid march."

Another officer ran over and reported: "Sir, we have found the artillery position of the Eighth Route Army, and a heavy mortar and a medium mortar have been blown up. ”

The captain suddenly realized and shouted: "I understand, the Eighth Route Army, which blocked us just now, must have retreated during the shelling just now." ”

"It's hard to find them, and I can't let them slip away again."

"Order the troops to pursue immediately."

"In the battle just now, we suffered more than 100 casualties, and the Eighth Route Army also lost more than 100 deaths, almost a one-to-one battle loss."

"However, many of the troops we lost were the Imperial Army, and after subtracting the Imperial Army, the ratio of the Imperial Army's battle losses to them was about one to two, which was equivalent to one Imperial Army killing two Eighth Route Army."

"At this rate of attrition, we can lose more than a hundred imperial troops to wipe them out."

"We can afford to pay that price."

On the path into the mountains, Zhang Yun marched on foot like the troops.

Running and running, the instructor chased after him, with a solemn face.

"Battalion commander, the casualties have been counted, the decoy enemy unit plus the blocking force, we directly lost 189 people, including the dead and missing."

"Another 26 lightly and seriously wounded were hors de combat and were marching on stretchers."

"The main force, local troops, and supplementary troops, all add up to 253 people left to continue fighting."

Zhang Yun was silent.

This loss is not insignificant, and it is only the loss of a battle.

But he also knows that if he wants to hold back the devil, this battle must be fought.

If the devils don't see the possibility of destroying themselves and let them take advantage of them, they will definitely repeat their old tricks, directly go to the people as hostages, and then threaten the troops to kill them and fight a decisive battle.

In this way, the troops will be more passive, and the cost on the battlefield will be greater.

On top of that, there will definitely be casualties among the civilian population.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yun's mood was obviously better, and just as he was about to speak, the reconnaissance platoon commander rushed over, his face was both nervous and excited.

"Battalion commander, the devil is chasing after you."

"The two Japanese puppet armies in front and behind are combined, and there are more than 500 people, and they are marching towards us in a hurry."

Zhang Yun's mood is better.

The battle just now was not fought in vain, and the soldiers did not die in vain.

He immediately ordered: "Reconnaissance platoon, guard company platoon, act immediately, use guerrilla warfare to slow down the pursuit of the Japanese puppet army." ”

"The others picked up, and if I'm not mistaken, there was a mountain pass five kilometers ahead, which was perfect for blocking, and I decided to give the devils another one more time there."

"Although the troops suffered a lot of losses in the battle just now, I have a feeling that all the soldiers who have retreated from the battlefield, whether they are local troops or supplementary troops, are obviously calmer, and they are no longer afraid of little devils and the battlefield as before."

"It shows that our fighters have adapted to the battlefield."

"The next thing we need to do is to keep up the good work, fight a winning battle, and raise the morale of the fighters."

"However, the scale of this battle cannot be too large, and it must not be too long."

"I thought just now, the devil plane did not appear, and there will definitely be planes to participate in the battle next, and everyone must be prepared for air defense."

"Communications squad, immediately contact the other four-way decoy troops and let them also prepare for air defense."