This crazy tactics of the Japanese army destroyed the small ambush that Zhao Zhi wanted to fight, and Zhao Zhi had no chance to evacuate now. Behind the ravine is a plain terrain, and evacuating in this terrain is a dead end unless there is strong fire support.

The Japanese were so close, Edward and the gunners were already crazy, the mortars kept bombarding, but the shock was greater than the lethality, the Japanese were already prostrate on the ground, and the flying shrapnel did not hurt them much. The Japanese were still approaching, they were crawling on the ground, and according to the usual Japanese tactics, they would throw grenades when they were 30 meters closer to the line, and then attack. However, the Japanese army overlooked one thing, Zhao Zhi and they were not domestic troops, they were equipped with a large number of automatic firearms.

As Zhao Zhi thought, when the Japanese troops were still 30 meters away from the ditch, they stopped, and they were preparing grenades. "Grenades, grenades" did not wait for the Japanese army to throw grenades, Zhao Zhi preemptively ordered the grenades to be thrown. "Boom" "Boom" dozens of grenades were thrown into the Japanese army, and the Japanese soldiers who were still holding grenades in their hands were drowned in the smoke of the explosion, and the flying shrapnel tore apart the Japanese soldiers who stood up to throw grenades.

The grenades did not break the Japanese army's imminent fighting spirit, they simply held their guns upright, and shouted Long live the emperor and rushed to the side of the ditch. The distance of 30 meters only takes a few seconds, but these few seconds have become the longest seconds in the lives of Japanese soldiers.

"Gather fire, gather fire" Just when the Japanese troops who rushed to the front were less than 10 meters away from stepping on the riverside, Zhao Zhi raised his submachine gun violently and shouted the order to set fire and shoot. Countless tongues of fire suddenly burst out of the calm grass along the river, submachine guns, rifles, and light machine guns rang out, and bullets of different calibers fired by various guns formed an impermeable net against the Japanese army, and the most terrible thing in the world may be the net composed of this kind of bullet rain, because it brings eternal death.

The frantically charging Japanese troops were blocked by the sudden rain of bullets on the riverbank, and all the Japanese troops within 30 meters of the riverbank were knocked to the ground. The commander of the Japanese army was also stunned by Zhao Zhi's super firepower, he never thought that the people who were chased by the Japanese army a few months ago and lost their armor had such strong firepower now.

"Grenades, grenades" Zhao Zhi's second round of grenades was thrown out, and the shrapnel rain formed by the explosion smashed the Japanese army's charging formation. The distance of 30 meters outside the river bank has almost become a vacuum, and the Japanese soldiers who break into this distance have become corpses.

"Retreat, retreat," a soldier shouted loudly, pulling a wounded Japanese soldier back and running. The Japanese suffered such casualties that they could not bear, losing more than 100 soldiers in just one attack, and the heavy fire of mortars and machine guns was destroyed. "If you want to run on a dog day, there is no way" Uncle Guo's sniper scope has already lassoed the Japanese soldier Cao, and it is no longer his uncle's interest to fight small soldiers, he now only cleans up the Japanese officers, machine gunners, gunners and soldiers.

"Bang", the soldier who was about to flee into the woods opened his hands wide, and a good head was already broken like a rotten watermelon. "Ah" The wounded Japanese soldier who was dragged back by him shouted in horror, desperately wiping his face with his sleeve, his face was covered with blood stains and ** splashed by Bing Cao's head. The frightened wounded soldier stopped screaming, and fell to the ground with a bullet that had already hit him. A bullet struck him in the chest, pierced his lungs and broke his spine, and the helpless wounded soldier fell to the ground convulsing. "Mommy, Mommy" muttered the wounded Japanese soldier, his godless eyes staring at the sky, and exhaling the last breath in his chest.

The Japanese began to retreat, but not in a rout, but in the woods under mutual cover. A few elites who wanted to pick up cheap just stood up with their guns in their hands to shoot, but they were hit by bullets from the Japanese army and fell back into the ditch.

"Don't chase" Zhao Zhi dragged the next guy who ran up the river bank to pursue the Japanese army, the Japanese army was not really defeated, it was only the Japanese army that was defeated by Zhao Zhi and them, and it was only the Japanese army that was defeated by Zhao Zhi. There are at least more than 300 intact Japanese soldiers in the woods, and Zhao Zhi only has more than 100 people left, including some wounded soldiers, and Zhao Zhi doesn't want to fight with the Japanese army here.

When night fell, the Japanese army stopped attacking, and Zhao Zhi and the others also took the opportunity to rest in the ditch. "What about the casualties?" Zhao Zhi asked Xiucai while pressing the bullet. "The Japanese attacked three times, and we lost 17 brothers and wounded more than a dozen."

"The dead are buried, I'll take them back later, hand over the injured ones to Lang Zhong first, let him watch them, and take them to Huang Mao first" Zhao Zhi carried the gun and went to Uncle Guo without looking back. It's not that Zhao Zhi is too cold-blooded, it's that he doesn't dare to look at those brothers who died in battle, and his heart is still not hard enough.

"Why don't we withdraw, take advantage of the darkness at night" Uncle Guo handed Zhao Zhi a cigarette, and three of his riflemen died. "Not yet, many of our brothers have been injured, and we can't outrun the Japanese army with this kind of terrain. I've asked the Huang Maolian series to be more over there, and the reinforcements should be coming soon," Zhao Zhi leaned against the ditch and was about to light a cigarette. Edward's call came from the walkie-talkie, saying that Ledo had not responded to Edward's power transmission, and he had sent several telegrams asking for help, but Ledo had not responded, and Edward asked Zhao Zhi to find a way.

"Damn" Zhao Zhi threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, Zhang Tianxiang, a son of a bitch. It is more than 30 miles away from Ledo, and walkie-talkies are useless at all, so they can only get in touch with Ledo by radio. If Leedoon has not responded, then there is no need to count on reinforcements, and Zhao Zhi and them have once again become discarded chess pieces.

Can't wait, although Zhao Zhi doesn't know what happened to Ledo's side, now he has to rely on himself. "Uncle, you can't wait, you take the wounded and go first. Leave me 30 people, let's wait for dawn and leave" There is always someone who has to break the back, the old cannon is not there, the goat is also injured, Uncle Guo is too old, and the most suitable for the broken is only himself.

"I'll stay, you go" The goat, which had been shot in the arm, leaned over. "The goat is familiar with the jungle, or is it more suitable for him to stay" Uncle Guo also disagreed with Zhao Zhi to leave the queen in person. "No need, it's so decided, it's only 30 miles, I won't get lost" Zhao Zhi smiled evilly, "Go and prepare, you will set off in half an hour." ”

Seeing Uncle Guo and them leave, Zhao Zhi let out a long breath. Originally, Uncle Guo wanted to leave more people for Zhao Zhi, but Zhao Zhi resolutely disagreed, and there were less than 40 people around Uncle Guo who were intact. Although it is only more than 30 miles away from Ledo, if he encounters the encircled Japanese army again, with only a few wounded, Uncle Guo will not be able to escape at all.

"Throw all the empty canned food boxes on the riverside," Zhao Zhi kicked the empty canned boxes in the ditch. Empty canning boxes can serve as a warning at night to avoid sneak attacks by Japanese troops. Long Mao led a few people to crawl among the corpses of the Japanese soldiers along the river, and the Japanese attacked three times in a row in one afternoon, and everyone's bullets were running out. The Japanese army's 38 rifle is not as good as the American firearms, but at least the bullets are good to replenish, and Zhao Zhi has ordered that if the Japanese army does not attack within 50 meters, no automatic weapons can be used.

Most of the corpses of the Japanese soldiers were within 40 meters, and the Japanese troops did not have a chance to clean up the corpses at all, and they gained a lot from the long hair. There were dozens of intact 38 rifles, more bullets, and hundreds of Japanese-made grenades. The rest of the men were huddled in the ditch and pressed their rifles into their rifles, and once the Japanese began to attack, there was no time to press the bullets. There was a great deal of abundance in firearms, and everyone had more than three loaded rifles by their side. Although the Japanese army's 38 rifle was inferior to the American-made firearms, it was still possible to kill enemies at a distance, after all, the bullets of the 38 rifle were easy to replenish.

The machete was still sharpening his knife with a big rock, and the captured adjutant's knife had been used for the machete. Originally, the goat was injured, and Zhao Zhi wanted to use a machete to fight Uncle Guo and them, but the stubborn machete wanted to follow Zhao Zhi to death. Zhao Zhi, who was helpless, had no choice but to leave Long Hair, Machete, Xiucai and two riflemen, and let the other dog-legged men follow Uncle Guo first.

There are more than 40 dogs who followed Zhao Zhi from the column, and now there are less than 20 people left, and the people who are broken are dead, and Zhao Zhi doesn't want to risk his brother's life anymore. The elites who were selected and left by Zhao Zhi were full of interest, and those who followed Zhao Zhineng to win the battle and became soldiers were not the ones who pinned their heads to the waistband of their trousers to make a living. If you are lucky enough not to die in this battle, then you will have to wait for promotion.