Panxi, bench ditch.

Fan Hua half lay on a "bed" made of dry branches, lit the cigarette gun in his hand comfortably, and listened to the sporadic gunshots not far away, with a leisurely expression.

The man was missing an important part, and although he could still breathe, his soul was dead.

Fan Hua's current state is, in current terms, perverted.

Even he didn't realize that his psyche was seriously distorted.

Fighting a war was no longer a task for him, but a way to seek thrills.

From the moment he discovered that the two teams of Zhao Tuan and Ma Tuan were actually just a gang of bandits, he thought of using these people to set up a game and lure the guerrillas out.

Especially Liu Cheng.

As long as he can kill Liu Cheng, as for how many casualties his team will have, he doesn't care at all.

In the afternoon, the horse monkey suddenly hurried to Fan Hua, lowered his voice and said:

"Commander, the guerrillas have been discovered."

Fan Hua's fat body bounced up, stared at his eyes and asked:

"How many people? From which direction? ”

Looking at Fan Huaxing's face that was flushed with excitement, Ma Monkey hurriedly said:

"In the north and south directions, there are about 300 people in total."

Fan Hua slapped his thigh and shouted loudly:

"Good! His grandmother's, do you see which direction the little rabbit cub is? ”

The horse monkey shook his head and said with a look of embarrassment:

"Commander, this ...... Our brothers don't dare to get too close...... Oops......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked aside by Fan Hua.

Fan Hua spun around twice in place, and a cruel smile appeared on his face:

"You go and inform them right away and go according to the plan."

As if he had been pardoned, the horse monkey quickly got up from the ground and ran away in succession.

On the rugged mountain road, the guerrillas were rapidly approaching the bench ditch.

Fan Hua didn't know where Liu Cheng came from, but Liu Cheng knew where he was.

In comparison, the scouts sent by Fan Hua and Tian Liuwa's reconnaissance squad were not at the same level at all.

This time, Liu Cheng didn't plan to use any tactics, but to simply and rudely defeat the 35th regiment.

On the other hand, it is also to test the training effect over this period of time.

From the founding of the guerrillas to the present, basically no hard battles have been fought.

Liu Cheng's team has encountered devils a few times, but the scale is not large, but the casualties are not small.

Although only that kind of battle can sharpen the team and increase combat experience, but in terms of the current situation of the guerrillas, they really can't bear the corresponding price.

If a team of hundreds of people relies on fighting hard with devils to sharpen their elite soldiers, then they can grow up alive, I'm afraid there will not be one in ten.

But the 35th Regiment was different.

Although they were once the main force of the Northeast Army, their combat effectiveness was not comparable to that of the Japanese soldiers.

With the current combat effectiveness of the guerrillas, it is not a problem at all to fight hard with them.

Moreover, Liu Cheng plans to let the battle enter the white-knuckle battle as soon as possible this time, so that these fighters can truly experience life and death, and let the warm blood tell them that life is the real battle!

The distance of positional battles is generally more than 200 meters, and even if a shot blows the opponent's head, you can only barely see a red blood flower blooming, and there will be no strong visual impact.

But white-knuckle combat is different, that's the real fight.

As soon as the knife went down, the blood flowed like an infusion, the blood splashed on the face, the tip of the tongue was licked, and the faint salty smell was transmitted from the taste buds to the brain, igniting the desire for battle in the body......

The word killing does not simply mean evil, in war, it is the bones of an army!

An army without murderous spirit, even if it has accurate marksmanship, is just a second-rate army.

And a murderous force, even with bare hands, can definitely make the enemy fearful!

When Tian Liuwa reported to Liu Cheng for the last time, the distance between the two sides was less than a kilometer.

Fan Hua had two platoons of troops ambushed on both flanks in advance, and each platoon was equipped with two machine guns, and when the guerrillas rushed in, he would attack them from three sides.

I didn't want to completely surround it, I just wanted to hit it hard.

In other words, Fan Hua only wanted to capture or kill Liu Cheng alive, and the other results were not important.

When the distance was about 700 meters, Liu Cheng ordered the troops to stop, divide everyone into two teams, and have everyone load bayonets.

He and Duan Jinghe each led a team, with rifles in front and machine guns covering, and rushed into the opponent's position in the shortest possible time to start a white-knives battle!

Liu Cheng used the Japanese command knife to exchange with Duan Jinghe for a thick-backed broadsword of about ten catties, which was already on his back at this time.

With his order, more than one hundred and fifty people immediately dispersed and rushed over from two directions.

Fan Hua's two platoons were waiting to fight the guerrillas by surprise, but they didn't expect them to suddenly charge.

Before they could adjust their formation, the machine guns of the guerrillas went off, and rows of bullets swept over, so that they could not even raise their heads.

Moreover, those guerrilla fighters who were running at high speed did not hold burning sticks in their hands, and from time to time they raised their hands and fired a shot, so that the two platoons instantly changed from hunters to prey.

Liu Cheng has been rushing to the front, hunched his back, and kept changing directions.

It's actually not as easy as you might think, especially if you're constantly changing direction while moving.

In this way, if you can hit, there are only two possibilities: one is the marksmanship is accurate, and the other is Meng.

If you are faced with a large number of enemies, this way of charging is definitely not advisable, because there are so many bullets that will always find you.

However, under the premise that the number of people is absolutely suppressed and the firepower is also absolutely suppressed, the chance of being hit is actually not great.

When it was the last twenty or thirty meters, the shell gun in Liu Cheng's hand also began to sound, and he didn't aim at all, it was completely based on feeling, he raised his hand and fired, even if he couldn't hit, he could scare the other party and shrink his neck.

At a distance of about seven hundred meters, in less than two and a half minutes, the guerrillas rushed into the positions of those two platoons.

It's not that they don't run fast enough, but after entering a certain distance, they can't sprint at full speed, otherwise it will be looking for death.

Liu Cheng stepped on the ground with a heavy foot, his body jumped high, and he was the first to jump into the puppet army's position, and with his knife down, he cut off the right hand of a puppet army who had just turned the muzzle of the gun and wanted to shoot at him.

The muscles and bones were all broken, and the fingers that were already on the trigger were pulled by the broken tendons, and the gun still went off.

However, because Liu Cheng cut off the right hand of the puppet soldier, the butt of the gun lost its support and fell suddenly, and the muzzle of the gun was raised, and the bullet flew straight into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, at least forty guerrilla fighters had already stormed the position......