The sky slowly darkened in the stalemate between the two sides, but Zhao Zhi, who was lying in the trench, did not dare to relax in the slightest, the night was getting darker and darker, and it was almost dark in the telescope, and he couldn't see the situation at the edge of the woods clearly. "Green" "Long hair, you lead people to plant mines around the trenches, don't leave any of them and use them all, after you get it done, let's retreat" Zhao Zhi called Long Mao and whispered.

"Old artillery, divide your men in half, help the machine gun retreat 200 meters, and move quickly. Tell them that they can only shoot when they see the explosives outside the trench explode, and retreat 200 meters after firing half a cartridge of bullets, don't fall in love with the battle" Zhao Zhi arranged the retreat steps in an orderly manner, but it made the old cannon who had never had a chance to shoot feel a little depressed, but this was a matter related to everyone's life, and the old cannon finally chose to obey.

Zhao Zhi's ability to delay time does not mean that Sakai in the woods will also think like this, under the cover of the night, more than forty Japanese soldiers with branches and leaves tied to their bodies slowly crawled out of the woods and crawled towards Zhao Zhi's trench. This is Sakai's top soldiers, all of whom are veterans of the battlefield, and Sakai wants to use them to open up the situation and use the night attack to attack the trench. The guys crawled slowly, so slow that they didn't make any noise, and each of them had their bayonets in their mouths, which effectively prevented them from breathing heavily and the bayonets crashing against other objects.

Soon the first trench where Miyaki and they were buried arrived, and those charred corpses were not cleaned up, but were still scattered around the trenches, obviously those Zhina troops only took their weapons and ammunition, but they had no intention of taking care of these charred corpses. Ignoring the foul smell, the Japanese soldiers directly grabbed the blackened wet mud with their hands and wiped it on their bodies, faces, and hands, and the reason why these wet mud used by them for camouflage emitted a foul smell was because the wet mud was mixed with the flesh and blood of the soldiers of Miyamoto's squadron, and at this time, these Japanese soldiers did not care about so much consideration.

A few minutes later, the Japanese soldiers, covered in black wet mud, looked no different from the corpses scattered in the first trench, and it would have been hard to tell if they were lying still on their stomachs. 30 meters, as long as you climb out of the 30 meters, you can enter the trench full of china people, and the spearheads climb over the charred black trench full of corpses towards the trench 30 meters away. Sakai in the woods was also extremely nervous listening to the movement outside the woods, but the result was a little disappointed, the fierce fire he imagined had not appeared, and the mortar he had prepared early in the morning was obviously useless.

"Coming" The goat, who had been listening attentively to the movement, gestured, slowly picked up his submachine gun, and the dozen or so submachine gunners who volunteered to stay with him saw this and poked their guns out of the trench one after another, the bullets had already been loaded, and the safety had been opened, as long as the trigger was pulled, the violent bullets in the magazine would burst out of the muzzle like flying locusts, and all the Japanese soldiers who would commit crimes would be sent back to their hometowns to see Amaterasu.

A tall grenadier came up with an ammunition box, and after receiving a nod of approval from the goat, the grenadier took out from the ammunition box a few Molotov cocktails made from wine bottles, and in order to make them, Uncle Guo poured several bottles of foreign wine that he had worked so hard to carry. In the dark night, a little fire suddenly flashed, and then it became a few points, and before the Japanese soldiers who were lying on their stomachs could react, several fires flew out of the trenches on the opposite side. The grenadiers were very good at throwing, and the Molotov cocktails that were thrown out were spread widely, hiding all the front of the trenches in the blazing fire, and the Japanese soldiers who were disguised as corpses were also exposed to the firelight.

"Fire, fire," the goat suddenly shouted, and the submachine gunners had been waiting for the goat's order, and when they heard the word fire, all of them reflexively pulled the trigger. "Da Da" The trench that was still silent just now suddenly burst out more than a dozen tongues of fire, and the Japanese soldiers exposed to the light of the fire had no cover at all, so they had to use their flesh and blood to resist the rain of bullets, whether they could avoid the attack of the rain of bullets, it depended on their luck.

The bullets fired by the goats were extremely tricky, almost sticking to the ground, so the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground could not dodge these bullets at all. The Molotov cocktails thrown by the grenadiers provided the goats with a good way to guide their targets, so that their bullets would not miss. "Open the artillery, open the artillery" The tragic situation of his own top troops in front of the trench was seen by Sakai, and he didn't care about the existence of his own people, so the angry Sakai directly ordered the prepared mortars to immediately bombard the trenches.

"Let's go, retreat, hurry, hurry" The goat who had emptied the magazine shouted and turned out of the trench, which Zhao Zhi had already ordered, everyone must retreat immediately after emptying a magazine, otherwise they will be bombarded by retaliatory artillery fire from the Japanese army. Sure enough, just one minute after the goats left the trench, Japanese mortar shells and grenade grenades smashed into the trench, where the goats had just shot. The trenches were silent again, except for the screams and groans of the undead Japanese soldiers, and apart from the whirring and burning fire, everything was the same as it had been before the metal torrent erupted from the trenches.

"Draw out a squad of Burmese and go over and take a look" After the spearheads were counterattacked, Sakai had to change his strategy and decided to send the Burmese as cannon fodder to check the situation, but there were still more than a dozen of his own men between the two trenches, and he urgently needed to know the situation of the people in the trenches. The darkness provided cover for Sakai's spearmen and helped Zhao Zhi and their retreat, until Zhao Zhi arranged for the machine gunners to receive the goats, and there was still no other movement in the trenches.

"Let's go, the explosives they planted are enough for their fun, let's not join in the fun, sir, they're still waiting in front," the goat urged the machine gunners to evacuate, and he only glanced back at the trench where there was still a little fire, and then turned away. Zhao Zhi's evacuation still followed the usual practice of the direct company--- covering the evacuation in sections, the 200-strong force was divided into three bands, the Bazooka squad with the strongest firepower withdrew first, the snipers and riflemen of the uncle of the country were in second place, and finally the scouts and machine gunners of the goats, while Zhao Zhi himself took the submachine gunners and a few scouts to roam on the flank, providing vigilance for the entire retreat.

"Boom" Just when the goats and Zhao Zhi had already converged, the explosives planted in the trenches finally exploded, and the detonation device made by Changmao with American grenades seemed to be very useful, and the number of explosives planted this time was still the same as before, which had gone more than two miles, Zhao Zhi and they could still feel the trembling of the earth, and it seemed that the Japanese army would not lose fewer people.

Just as Zhao Zhi thought, the Burmese team sent by Sakai for the second time was wiped out in the flames of the explosion, and when Sakai finally determined that the Chinese army in the trenches had escaped at night, he found that he had lost more than 100 people, which accounted for more than 20% of his total strength. What made him even more angry was that most of the Japanese soldiers killed in the battle would be his machine gunners and grenadiers.

The night was very dark, Zhao Zhi and their speed slowed down, but they still didn't dare to relax in the slightest, the Japanese troops behind would never stop there, they would definitely catch up again, so Zhao Zhi and they needed to speed up as soon as possible to catch up with the rich man who had already left. The Burmese in the Japanese army are what Zhao Zhi has always been most worried about, and the attack by poisoned arrows has always been an indelible pain in Zhao Zhi's heart, as long as he sees the Burmese, Zhao Zhi will think of those brothers who were killed by poisoned arrows. But he had to admit that those Burmese were the biggest enemies after the battalion withdrew into the jungle, so Zhao Zhi asked Edward, who left early, to apply for an airdrop of supplies, because he wanted to defeat the pursuing Japanese troops and kill all the Burmese inside before entering Gaoligong Mountain.

But things didn't all go as expected, Zhao Zhi's rearguard left behind had already exchanged fire with the pursuing Japanese soldiers, in the dark night when he couldn't see his fingers, the powerful automatic firepower was not much more advantageous than bolt-action rifles, and as far as individual soldiers were concerned, the marksmanship of the Japanese soldiers was obviously much stronger than Zhao Zhi's soldiers. Under the guidance of the Burmese, Japanese soldiers with bolt-action rifles could easily spot the trail of the rearguard soldiers, and by listening to the sounds, they could use their 38 rifles to hit the rearguard soldiers dozens of meters away.

The constant gunshots from behind made Zhao Zhi a little crazy, but on this unconcealed plain, he didn't dare to stay at all, and he would be surrounded and killed by the Japanese army if he was negligent. "Go, go, dog, you inform the brothers who are sniping in the back to withdraw quickly, don't entangle with them" Although he didn't want to let go of the pursuers behind him like this, Zhao Zhi still ordered the guards to withdraw back, and he wouldn't do anything that couldn't be done, especially if he might have to take the lives of the brothers.

By the time Zhao Zhi and Lao Cannon met, several wounded had been added to his troops, but fortunately, the grenadiers were strong enough to carry them. "This won't work, you guys go first, leave the submachine gunners to me, and leave a few scouts, I'll stop them here" As Zhao Zhi spoke, he took out a few magazines from Mantou's backpack and inserted them into his waist. There was a low ridge where Zhao Zhi stayed, although it was only a few tens of centimeters high, but the grass on the ridge was enough to provide effective cover for Zhao Zhi and the submachine gunners.

The pursuing Burmese and Japanese troops came quickly, and Zhao Zhicai had just arranged the positions of the submachine gunners when he could already hear the sound of people running in the night. Mantou, who was lying behind the ridge, clenched his submachine gun, and tried to look ahead with wide eyes, but there was not a single star or light in the dark night sky, and no matter how wide his eyes were, he still couldn't see anything. "Grenade, two rounds of grenades" Zhao Zhi suddenly shouted, throwing out the grenade he was holding in his hand, and several grenadiers who had been waiting around him for a long time also threw out grenades. The fire that exploded after the grenade landed startled the steamed bun who had been looking ahead, and the black pressure was only 30 meters in front of him, and the nearest guy was a few meters away from his muzzle.

"Fire, fire" didn't wait for Zhao Zhi's order, the steamed bun fired first, and dozens of submachine guns suddenly burst out of gunfire pierced the dark night sky, and bullets with the breath of death shot out from behind the ridge like locusts, and the Japanese army and the Burmese who were too late to guard were immediately swept away. "Boom" "Boom" Zhao Zhi The second wave of grenades they threw exploded again, and the bursting fire made these pursuers have nowhere to hide, and the splashing shrapnel and the rain of bullets formed an impenetrable web of death, firmly covering these pursuers.

"Concealment, shelling, Japanese shelling" Zhao Zhi shouted at the top of his voice, the sound of mortar shells breaking through the air could already be heard in mid-air, the Japanese gunners were indeed very good, they could determine the location of the shelling just by relying on Zhao Zhi's gunfire. "Damn" Zhao Zhi's face suddenly changed, and he secretly screamed in his heart, and he didn't care about shouting, so he threw himself to the side. With a bang, the mortar shell falling from mid-air exploded at Zhao Zhi's position just now, and Zhao Zhi, whose body was not completely lying on the ground, only felt a numbness on his back and left shoulder, and his body had been pushed by the air wave and rolled out.

"Get the chief away, quickly" Mantou's face changed, and he pounced and dragged Zhao Zhi back to a crater behind the ridge, and Zhao Zhi, who was hit by shrapnel in his back and left shoulder, had already fainted with his eyes closed at this time, obviously he was knocked out by the air wave of the explosion just now. But the anxious steamed bun did not carefully check Zhao Zhi's injuries, but just handed over the unconscious Zhao Zhi to the strong grenadiers, and urged them to take Zhao Zhi away immediately.

"Go, go, retreat" The goat has already emptied two magazines, and the Japanese and Burmese who came to pursue have almost been cleared of bullets, and they must quickly withdraw before the arrival of the Japanese army. The half-kneeling steamed bun was still desperately shooting, until he was kicked a few times by the goat, then he turned around and glanced at the goat with blood-red eyes, and then silently carried the corpses of the brothers killed in the battle next to him and followed the goats to evacuate.

The weirdness of the steamed buns was seen by the goat, but he didn't know how to persuade the steamed buns, maybe only the chief Zhao Zhi could solve this problem, who let these boys only listen to Zhao Zhi's command. The repeated battles with the Japanese army have overwhelmed everyone, both mentally and physically, so the steamed buns became so weird after Zhao Zhi was injured, but I don't know if Zhao Zhi will have a way to solve all this. ~ To see the first ad-free, please go to "Green"

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