Feng Shui takes turns, and in the past, the squadron was pressed and beaten by them with artillery fire, calling the heavens and the earth not to work, and finally being wiped out.

Today, it is finally their turn to experience the taste of this on their own, which can be regarded as retribution.

The shelling came and went as fast as it came.

In the blink of an eye, it stopped, and the hundreds of attacking Eighth Route Army also approached to an area less than fifty meters in front of the formation.

The whole process was seen by the co-captain in his eyes and anxious in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

As long as they swooped forward a little further, the soldiers at the front could throw grenades into their positions and deal devastating blows to their men in the trenches.

"Fight back! All the troops that can still move on the position counterattack, and the attacking troops must be repulsed. "The wing commander was in a hurry to order.

"There are also troops from the second line of defense who have joined the battle to provide fire cover to the troops on the first line of defense."

"All the artillery fired, don't care about the artillery counterattack of the Eighth Route Army, concentrate all the artillery to attack their attacking troops."

"The Eighth Route Army does not have many troops to attack us, and as long as we inflict a lot of casualties on them, we will lose our offensive ability."

The wing commander arranged very carefully, put all the available forces and firepower into battle, and repelled the first round of attack of the garrison regiment at all costs.

But the reality is brutal.

It's as if they once attacked the squadron with artillery fire.

In the face of absolute superiority in firepower, no matter how good the strategy and tactical tactics are, they are in vain and meaningless, at most let yourself struggle for a while longer.

The second line of defense, and the position closest to the top of the hill, began to fire light and heavy machine guns on it, and the shells rained down in a torrential manner.

There are trenches as cover, and if they crouch in the trenches, the rain of shells will kill them very limitedly.

But in order to provide fire cover for the first line of defense, most of the soldiers stuck half of their bodies out of the trenches, or at least most of their heads.

Mortar fragments flying close to the ground do not have long eyes.

Whether it's the body or the head, as long as they get in front of themselves, they will be fiercely mounted.

Either the head is broken and half of the head is cut off, or a bloody hole is pierced in the body......

After only a few rounds of shells rained down, the second line of defense was drowned in artillery fire.

"Wing Commander, we can't let the troops on the second line of defense shoot anymore." The chief of staff reminded with heartache.

"They are more than 100 meters away from the attacking troops of the Eighth Route Army, and the artillery of the Eighth Route Army can rest assured that they can open fire boldly without worrying about accidental injury."

"Continue to fight like this, and before the Eighth Route Army can attack, the troops on the second line of defense will be blown up."

The wing commander was very aggrieved and ordered: "The troops on the second line of defense are all hidden!" ”

"No, leave one-third of the troops to stay in their positions and hide, and the remaining two-thirds of the troops will push back thirty meters and dig a trench out."

The chief of staff was puzzled and reminded: "Thirty meters back to the top of the mountain." ”

"Dig to the top of the mountain!" The wing commander did not hesitate to order.

"Without a second line of defense to provide fire cover, the first line of defense will certainly not be able to hold for too long. With this trench we are in, it is impossible to hold out until reinforcements come. ”

"Digging another trench at the top of the hill for defense, as our retreat, will buy us at least two hours."

The chief of staff reacted suddenly, and quickly agreed: "The wing commander is wise, and he will arrange it now." ”

"Shoot, shoot at the Eighth Route Army in front!" On the first line of defense, the devil second lieutenant crouched next to a heavy machine gun with his command knife held high, waving and shouting.

"Da Da Da ......"

The machine gunner immediately took the order to shoot, and the two Eighth Route Army, who had been trapped in the crosshairs, fell to the ground.

"There is also the Eighth Route Army on the left, kill them!" The second lieutenant continued to shout with his command knife.

The Heavy immediately turned his gun and put the three Eighth Route Armymen who were close at hand into the crosshairs.

Just as he was about to shoot, a string of heavy machine gun bullets swept towards him.

Several bullets hit the machine gun, sparks flying in all directions, making a pleasant metal crash.

More bullets flew past the machine gun, burrowing into the heavy's body.

A machine-gun position was instantly killed and wounded, and the second lieutenant who was half-crouching next to him was not spared, he was shot in the chest, his eyes were round, and his face was all unwilling.

The same battles take place in every corner of the battlefield.

On the battlefield, whether it was a devil or a puppet army, they fired a bullet and killed an Eighth Route Army, and immediately attracted ten times or even twenty times the number of bullets from the Eighth Route Army.

No matter how strong the devil's combat effectiveness is, he can't parry it in the face of the overwhelming bullets flying over.

The devils were defeated in less than five minutes after the two sides fired, and all the living were shrunk in the half-deep trenches, and it was difficult to find a chance to raise their heads to counterattack, so they could only watch the Eighth Route Army continue to approach them.

As for the puppet army, it has been a shrunken turtle from the beginning.

If it weren't for a few devils who ruthlessly cut off the heads of two people and forced them to fight back, maybe they wouldn't even have the courage to raise their guns and shoot.

Even so, they huddled in the trenches and shot blindly, and only God knows where the bullets flew.

There are also several trenches that are not connected to each other that are even worse, there are not many Japanese puppet troops in them, and after the offensive firepower is eliminated, there are even fewer Japanese puppet troops left.

In the face of the oncoming Eighth Route Army, there was no way to do it.

"Throwing grenades ......"

The command of the commander of the Eighth Route Army sounded outside the trenches.

The devil didn't particularly understand what he heard, but he could guess a little.

The puppet army heard it clearly, and his face turned pale with a brush.

He didn't care about anything, kept his body as close to the bottom of the trench as possible, held his head in his hands, and prayed that no grenades would fall on his side.

As soon as they had done this, a dozen white-eyed grenades flew towards them.

"Boom ......"

The explosion sounded right around them, deafening, and then several screams were heard in the trenches, both devils and puppets.

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

At the beginning of the explosion, there was no intention of stopping, and while a large amount of smoke and dust was rolled up from the position, the puppet army was killed and injured for many days.

Thirty meters away, the attacking troops took the opportunity to launch a surprise attack and approached the trench as fast as they could.

"I surrender......" As soon as the explosion stopped, a sound sounded in the trenches.

The fighters, who were also ready to continue throwing grenades, decisively stopped.

Rushing into the position filled with gunsmoke, I saw more than a dozen living puppet soldiers kneeling in the trench with their heads in their hands, and all their weapons and ammunition were thrown outside the trench.

Some of the few devils were killed by grenades, and some were killed by them, otherwise their surrender would not have gone so smoothly.

The wing commander witnessed the entire battle with his own eyes, but he didn't expect that the first line of defense would be broken through without even resisting an attack by the Eighth Route Army, and his face was full of despair.

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