The fog had begun to fade, and Yan Shijun felt chills all over his body, and his head was also groggy. The fog made the jungle wet everywhere, and the shrubs, blades of grass, and branches were covered with moisture. After a night's march, Yan Shijun's whole body was wet, and he had been lying here for more than two hours, and Yan Shijun couldn't hold on.

"Don't move" A submachine gun pressed against Yan Shijun's twisted buttocks, and Zhao Zhi's low scolding sounded immediately. As a herald, Yan Shijun has been following Zhao Zhi, and he has only then seen the combat power of the advance battalion. The dark night seemed to have no effect on Zhao Zhi's march, and with the cover of the night, the march became smoother. Except for the fact that they couldn't speak, everyone had a relaxed expression, even the foreign soldiers in the camp were leisurely.

The leading team of goats left markers on the way that only dog-legged people could understand, and the team followed these marks for nearly three hours, and finally came to the bottom of a gentle slope at about 5 o'clock in the morning. According to Zhao Zhi's orders, the 300 people of the advance battalion were divided into three directions to conceal and lurk. The goat's squad was still in the lead, and Uncle Guo led the riflemen and artillery to do the support fire on a high point on the right. Zhao Zhi himself, with a submachine gunner and a dozen high-sized grenadiers, lay behind a ridge on a gentle slope.

Zhao Zhi was waiting, and when he waited for the dawn, he didn't know anything about the situation of the Japanese garrison, and Zhao Zhi didn't want to attack rashly. He wanted to take advantage of the dawn to observe the situation of the Japanese garrison. The sky was already white, and Zhao Zhi was observing the mountain range where the Japanese army was stationed by the faint light. The whole mountain range is in an east-west direction, only about 300 meters high, and there is already smoke on the mountain ridge, which should be the Japanese army preparing breakfast.

Zhao Zhi was now observing the bottom of the ridge, and the Japanese did not seem to have cleared the obstacles on the firing range. On the left side of the ridge there are a few nests of bushes that grow alone. Zhao Zhi felt that the Japanese army should not make such a mistake, so he immediately called Yan Shijun and asked him to inform the goats who were about to touch it from the left side to be careful, and they must pay attention to those bushes and beware of fraud.

The team of goats cautiously touched the left side of the ridge, not approaching the bushes, and stopped at a distance of 50 meters from the summit. It's not that the goats are scared, it's part of the plan. The Japanese defense on the left side of the ridge seemed to be weaker, and Zhao Zhi asked Uncle Guo to fire first to attract the Japanese counterattack, and the goats would take the opportunity to attack the ridge along the left side. When the Japanese army was tired of dealing with the goats, Zhao Zhi's submachine gunners would burst forward from the front, completely crushing the Japanese defenses and crushing them in one fell swoop.

Uncle Guo's high point on the right side of their lurking is no more than 300 meters away from the riding line of the mountain, which is a bit far from ordinary rifles, but Uncle Guo still has 17 sniper rifles. The thatched-clad sniper gunners had already dispersed, their guns pointed at the mountains, just waiting for the goats to give the signal.

The goats were in trouble on their side, and the Japanese had a machine-gun emplacement on the ridge on the left. The machine-gun positions of the Japanese were an irregular triangle formed by the intersection of several trenches. The goats had already touched the machine gun position only 20 meters away, but they still couldn't hear the movement inside, and there was no way to know how many Japanese troops were in the trenches.

Watching the sky slowly brighten, the advantage of his side will disappear little by little. The goat's heart was crossed, and he felt his grenade and gestured at the rest of the team. More than a dozen grenades were thrown into the first line of trenches, and "boom", "boom", "boom" and "boom" bursts of flames bloomed in the trenches of the Japanese army. "Go up, press up," the goat shouted, the first to rush into the Japanese trenches in the face of choking gunsmoke, dead or alive, and the sight of a humanoid object was a rain of bullets.

Seeing that the goat's side had already fired, the gunners under Uncle Guo were not far behind and pulled the trigger one after another. As long as the Japanese soldiers who were trapped in the sniper scope did not run, they fell on the mountain one by one. The time for breakfast was the most relaxed time for the Japanese army, and the Japanese soldiers waiting in line for dinner did not carry guns. The Japanese soldier who was hit by the bullet fell in a pool of blood and groaned like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Uncle Guo's shooting made the Japanese troops on the mountain ridge panic a lot, because the first targets of Uncle Guo's gunners were Japanese officers, soldiers and the like. "Hidden, hidden" A Japanese soldier lying on the ground shouted loudly, and with the control of the officer, the Japanese army gradually stopped panicking. "Kill him," Uncle Guo shouted violently, and at least three or more sniper rifles were aimed at the young man. "Bang" Shaozuo's head exploded, and he was shot at least three times in his body, even if the fairy came, he couldn't live.

Edward's artillery also began to bombard, Zhao Zhi did not ask for their accuracy, but only to disrupt the Japanese army, and not to provide cover from the goats. "Da Da The Japanese army relied on several independent bunkers to counterattack the goats, and the accurate fire of the Japanese troops once kept the goats in the trenches, but under the bombardment of a grenade, the surviving Japanese soldiers began to climb out of the bunkers and flee to the right.

"Kill them" The goat led the men to turn the 92 heavy machine guns on the position and began to shoot at the fleeing Japanese troops. The roar of heavy machine guns rang out, and the Japanese troops on the right side of the ridge realized that their left flank position had been lost. Having stabilized their position, the Japanese began to counterattack the positions on the left flank, and a large group of Japanese soldiers, taking advantage of the terrain and the corpses of their companions as cover, began to shoot at the goats.

"Shang" Zhao Zhi waved his hand, and the submachine gunners hidden behind the ridge climbed over the ridge and touched the main position of the Japanese army on the ridge. At this time, the sky was already bright, and a Japanese soldier who had gathered ammunition suddenly pointed to the bottom of the mountain in horror, but he couldn't say a word with his mouth wide open. His mouth shook for a while, and the Japanese soldier shouted, "Zhi Na man, Zhi Na man is coming up" "Da Da Da" A string of bullets ended his shouting, and Zhao Zhi had already led people to a place more than ten meters away from the main position.

The vines wrapped around their uniforms provided Zhao Zhi with the best cover, and the Japanese troops, who were trying their best to recapture the left flank position, did not pay attention to this large vine at all. "Grenades, grenades" Zhao Zhi shouted and lifted off the vines on his body, and the grenadiers threw dozens of grenades in black pressure. Under Zhao Zhi's strict order, no one rushed to charge, and there were at least 2 heavy machine guns on the main position of the Japanese army.

"Boom" and "boom" grenades continued to explode on the main position of the Japanese army, and the scattered shrapnel harvested the lives of the Japanese soldiers, and the blood had soaked the soil on the mountain ridge. The goats turned the muzzles of 1 heavy machine gun and 2 light machine guns in the machine gun position and hit the Japanese soldiers fiercely, and the chain of fire composed of bullets and rain hit the Japanese soldiers on the mountain ridge fiercely. "Boom" "Boom" The grenadiers of the Japanese army began to bombard the goats, a large cloud of smoke rose and the machine guns were dumb.

After capturing the soldiers around him, Zhao Zhi called Edward with a walkie-talkie and asked Edward to use a mortar to kill the Japanese grenadiers. After a pause for a few minutes, the machine gun on the goat's side rang out again, and the bombardment of the grenadier just now only injured a few soldiers, but there were no casualties, and the machine gun was intact.

The grenadiers that could be operated by a single person could move at will, and Edward couldn't find them at all, so he had to keep bombarding the grenadiers wherever they might be hiding, regardless of the consumption. The power of the 81-mm American-made mortar is not comparable to that of the grenadier, and in order to avoid the mortar bombardment, the Japanese grenadier only temporarily stopped bombarding the goats.

Under the cover of machine guns, the goat led his men to use bunkers and obstacles to force the main position of the Japanese army little by little, trying to attract the attention of the Japanese army and provide help for Zhao Zhi's attack. "Go up, press up" Zhao Zhi and his submachine gunners finally rushed up the mountain, and under the leadership of a Zhongzuo, the Japanese army tried in vain to push Zhao Zhi down the mountain with a white-knuckle battle.

Facing the swarming Japanese army, the corners of Zhao Zhi's mouth were raised high, and his eyes revealed a sky full of killing intent. "Disperse, disperse, gather fire" In Zhao Zhi's shout, the submachine gunners who rushed up the hill dispersed and used crossfire to fire fiercely at the Japanese troops. The Japanese bayonets were simply vulnerable under the concentrated fire of the submachine guns. Seeing that the Chinese soldiers did not engage in white-knuckle combat with them, the Japanese soldiers pulled the bolts in a panic and began to return fire. Hundreds of people fought on this mountain range, and the soil under their feet had already been turned a little muddy by the blood all over the ground, and it was a soft feeling to step on it.

Under the blow of Zhao Zhi's crazy attack and dense bullet rain, the Japanese army could not hold on, and finally some Japanese soldiers began to retreat. The defeat on the battlefield will cause a chain reaction, and the rout of a Japanese army has evolved into a rout of the defending Japanese army, and even in the right position that Zhao Zhi has not yet attacked, the Japanese army also dropped its machine guns and began to flee to the rear of the mountain range. The Japanese had already begun to retreat, and only a few die-hards remained stubbornly resisting, but they were very much beaten into a sieve by the machine guns on the left position.

"Catch up, don't live your mouth" Under Zhao Zhi's order, groups of guys followed the Japanese army and chased down. There is nothing to be afraid of, and the Japanese army, who is like a lost dog, still dares to turn around and fight again, because they can't have a few more legs to escape.

It was a short but fierce battle, very clean, and the soldiers who had been temporarily transferred from the 114th Regiment did not even have time to be afraid, and the battle was over. Zhao Zhi's tactics are not the same as those taught by Ramgar's instructors, although they are also coordinated by various departments, but they are less rigid and more improvised. The defeat of a squadron of the Japanese army, with its own loss of more than 50 people, has to be said to be a victory.

The doglegs did not pursue the Japanese army, the direction of the Japanese army's escape was the place where the battalion of the 114th Regiment was deployed, and the Japanese soldiers with three or two kittens could not escape at all, so why waste that matter. As is customary, the doglegs are rummaging through the pockets of Japanese corpses and looting belongings. "If they're like this, don't you care, sir?" Yan Shijun looked at the doglegs puzzled, and asked the steamed buns in a low voice.

The steamed bun glanced at Yan Shijun strangely, and threw him a watch, "Everyone has a share, this is everyone's spoils, why should the chief care?" Yan Shijun rubbed the watch in his hand, thinking about the steamed buns, and the more he thought about it, the more he didn't understand.

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