The puppet army lost its fire cover and lost its officers to supervise the battle, and suddenly its morale collapsed, and it turned around and fled.

The troops of the Eighth Route Army were overjoyed and immediately launched a counterattack, and in a burst of charge, they recovered more than 100 meters of lost territory, captured the enemy's machine guns and many rifles, and captured more than a dozen puppet soldiers.

The devil rushed over.

The swirling yellow, purple-gray poisonous gas is still scattered, and the devil forward troops, all wearing gas masks, are like a group of wild boars or wild elephants that have become little monsters that have rushed out of Journey to the West, charging, shooting, and shouting.

The Eighth Route Army immediately used the machine guns of the puppet army to shoot fiercely at the devils.

A machine gun swept down more than two dozen devils one after another!

It's a pity that the machine gunner of that machine gun was also killed by the enemy one after another, and the replacement fighters were also killed.

The devils also had fire support personnel, and they set up machine guns and grenadiers on the positions and fired at the Eighth Route Army.

Yang Chaoran was halfway up the mountainside, where there were many bushes and jujube trees to hide, hidden tightly, in the fierce battle, gunfire, especially machine guns, like bursting beans, devils' grenadiers and mortars, individual grenades, grenades of the Eighth Route Army, constantly exploding, many people's ears were deaf.

At this time, Yang Chaoran hid alone in the grass on the mountainside, and no one saw it at all.

He continued to snipe, and as a result, he dumbed down the devil's four machine guns, three grenadiers, and one mortar.

The devil's infantry charged in front, the fire support group was behind, the devils in the back were all wiped out, and the devils in front still rushed like bison.

Soon, there were more than eighty devils left.

Regardless of this, these devils, all of them were short, fat and strong, extremely fast, accurate marksmanship, like a group of leopards, crushed the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

Fortunately, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army had a second line of positions in which they could hide for shooting, trenches and individual pits, which protected them to the maximum.

On the side of the battalion commander of Xinguang, there were only more than 50 people left.

This is the last bit of the infantry battalion of the Eighth Route Army!

Some of the wounded fighters, who were also slightly wounded, could not get out of the line of fire and continued to shoot at the enemy.

Yang Chaoran changed direction and began to snipe the enemy soldiers.

One shot at a time, bang!

sniped more than a dozen devils one after another.

After fighting for more than ten minutes, the devils no longer charged, nor did they retreat, lying on the ground, relying on the rocks and ravines to protect themselves and shoot at the Eighth Route Army.

There are still more than forty devils, and there are more than twenty left in the Eighth Route Army.

If it weren't for Yang Chaoran, the infantry company of the Eighth Route Army would have been wiped out a long time ago.

Now, both sides are relying on the terrain to shoot cautiously, and casualties are rapidly decreasing.

However, the devil's wishful thinking is that they can wait until the reinforcements arrive, and as soon as the reinforcements arrive, the Eighth Route Army will no longer be able to resist, and the entire Nanshankou position and depth area will be all under the control of the Japanese army!

The Japanese suffered heavy casualties and were no longer able to attack.

The Eighth Route Army is even more exhausted, in the last fight.

Only Yang Chaoran was shooting with ease.

During this ground battle, he sniped more than two dozen devils.

Shooting from more than 200 meters in the air is the best chance to snipe, one headshot, one headshot and another headshot!

Not long after, there were about ten people left on the position of the Eighth Route Army, and the same was true on the position of the Japanese army!

The Japanese army was finally scared.

They looked around in amazement and saw the bones around them and behind them!

Is this still an imperial army?

How can it be?

The Japanese were furious.

Shocked and angry.

Because reinforcements have not yet arrived.

On the side of the Eighth Route Army, there were no reinforcements.

On the Japanese side, Tosa Shaozo fully believed that after the onslaught of the Imperial Allied Army, and then charging with an infantry squadron, the Eighth Route Army here could be completely wiped out. Send reinforcements? There is no need!

As for the puppet army, it is being concentrated, lined up, and trained.

The remnants of the Japanese army launched a charge and made a last stand!

"Long live the Empire."

"Long live His Majesty the Heavenly King!"

The Japanese soldier stared at the scarlet bloodshot eyes and held the rifle, jumped up and charged forward.

Soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, threw grenades, stopping the enemy's charge.

They have run out of bullets.

If the grenades are wiped out again, all that will be left is bayonets and stones!

On Yang Chaoran's side, there are no bullets left.

Dropping the chain at the critical moment made him angry, and he could only slide down the mountainside quickly.

There is a lot of bush here, and there are plenty of tough roots that protrude from the ground that can be climbed.

No wonder this place is infiltrated by devils at night.

It's hard to climb up, but it's much easier to get down.

Yang Chaoran quickly descended to the mountain road.

Here, there are corpses of devils and puppet soldiers everywhere, as well as weapons and ammunition left behind by the Japanese army.

In the last dozen zhang, Yang Chaoran even slipped and jumped, his legs were seriously rubbed and injured, a large area of skin was rubbed off, blood was dripping, and the pain in his tibia was unbearable.

In the last three or four zhang, I slipped and fell down directly, dizzy and swollen!

He didn't even have the ability to stand.

Helpless, he sat on the ground, grabbed a devil's rifle, and started shooting.

The devil has already fought with the remnants of the Eighth Route Army with guns.

Yang Chaoran shot one by one, in the back, at the most critical moment, shot the enemy clean.

The battle is over!

The whole valley was filled with gunsmoke and the bitter smell was suffocating.

As for the smell of poisonous gas, it still permeated here, and was blown up by the mountain wind and dispersed towards the sky, the color and momentum of which made people shudder.

Corpses, large swaths of corpses, hideous, disgusting!

The remaining few soldiers of the Eighth Route Army held their rifles in a daze, at a loss.

None of them could believe that they were still alive after such a brutal battle.

Yang Chaoran also gave a thumbs up over there.

After a long time, the warrior over there finally dropped his rifle and jumped up: "We won, we won, woo woo!" ”

Roll and climb!

Han Feng knew that this was not the end of the celebration of victory, once the enemy reinforcements arrived, the large number of weapons and ammunition abandoned here would not be captured by our army, on the contrary, the guns of our army would also be taken away by the enemy.

Yang Chaoran shouted loudly: "Quick, look for the enemy's wounded soldiers, either capture them or kill them, to avoid being attacked by the enemy, in addition, collect weapons and ammunition, and bury them first." ”

The fighters understood and hurried into action.

Yang Chaoran didn't care about anyone, grabbed a gas mask from the devil from the ground, peeled it off from the devil's head, put it on himself, searched for a lot of bullet boxes, and walked towards the south.

He had to cover the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army to pack up their weapons and ammunition.

Enduring the pain in his leg, he arrived at the South Mountain Pass.

Here, beauty and soldiers.

The nearest enemy, also 500 meters away, is hiding from poison gas.

There are devils, at least a squadron, there are puppet troops, no less than an infantry battalion, all watching.

The devils don't have so many gas masks, so there are so many troops outside the mountain pass as melon-eating people.

Yang Chaoran did not act, did not snipe, but lurked down, alerting the enemy's movements.