The steamed buns kept crawling with their submachine guns, kicking and hitting the guys who were still desperately digging like a magic barrier, "hidden, shoot back, hide, fight back" The guys who were hit by the steamed buns were stunned to look at the steamed buns, and after the military boots that fell on their butts were replaced with the butts, they suddenly came to their senses, and one by one they held their guns and aimed at the Japanese soldiers who rushed out of the forest.

Lang Zhong took Fang Tianyu to shuttle back and forth among the soldiers like a marmot, dragging the dead and wounded down the back of the hillside, bandaging what should be bandaged, and closing eyes when they should close. Uncle Guo's snipers didn't get involved with Zhao Zhi and them from the beginning, they all dispersed early, scattered around the hillside under the cover of the thatch on their bodies, and even some snipers had already run to hide only a few dozen meters away from the forest.

"Phew, phew" Zhao Zhi depressedly spit out the dirt that had been splashed into his mouth by the Japanese artillery just now, and looked at the woodland with a telescope, his mother's, a large piece of steel helmet, there were more than 200 people. The grass on the hillside is not very high, and Zhao Zhi and the others only need to raise their bodies a little higher, and they will be discovered by the Japanese army. Originally, he wanted to give the Japanese army a knife plan, but there was no place to hide the submachine gunners, so Zhao Zhi had to give up this strategy that he was used to.

The several machine guns brought by the old artillery were very happy, and several chains of fire always pressed the Japanese army in the forest, and they couldn't get out of a single step. Uncle Guo's riflemen targeted the Japanese gunners and machine gunners, the trees in the forest were too dense, the canopy was huge, and the Japanese army wanted to shell Zhao Zhi and them on the hillside, so they moved mortars and grenadiers to the edge of the forest. But the edge of the forest was already within the range of sniper rifles, and except for the first round of shelling, which was smoother, the Japanese never had a shelling that could pose a threat to the hillside.

"Sir, we have contacted the mountain position, the mountain artillery is already in place, and the artillery team needs us to provide the coordinates" With the foot soldiers, he rushed to Zhao Zhi's side, and Yan Shijun reported to Zhao Zhi breathlessly. Zhao Zhi, who had been overwhelmed by the accurate shooting of the Japanese soldiers, was a little overjoyed, and this was the best news he had heard today.

"Don't the fuck you fight?" Zhao Zhi slapped the butt of the old cannon on the butt, "Tell the brothers to retreat, stop shooting first, hook the Japanese out, and bombard them with mountain artillery" Zhao Zhi squinted his eyes and stared at the woodland, the old cannon and their machine guns just suppressed the Japanese army. It is worthy of the eighteenth division known as the Jungle Tiger, the soldiers of the Japanese army are hiding behind trees, shooting carefully, the actual casualties of the Japanese army are not very large, the combat effectiveness of the Japanese army is still there, and hard fighting is not Zhao Zhi's style.

"Don't fight, retreat, retreat" Mantou started another round of kicking, dragging the guys who were still shooting back to the back of the hill one by one, leaving only the artillery spotter and a few Garand gunners in front. The gunfire on the hillside suddenly began to thin out, which made the Japanese soldiers in the woodland very uncomfortable, and those who dodged still did not dare to come out rashly.

"Let Uncle Guo help them" Zhao Zhi leisurely lit a cigarette, lay on his back on the back of the hillside and counted the white clouds in the sky, his expression full of self-satisfaction. "Bang" "Bang" "Bang" A series of sniper rifles rang out with the dull sound of gunfire, and several Japanese soldiers fell in the woods. Without waiting for the Japanese army to react, "bang" "bang" "bang" and "bang" were a few more gunshots, and after losing a few soldiers again, the Japanese soldiers in the forest were on fire, and more than 100 Japanese soldiers who were like bulls in red cloth screamed and rushed out of the woods and went straight to the hillside.

"Report the coordinates and blow them up" Zhao Zhi didn't swear, which made the dogs who were used to listening to Zhao Zhi swear during the battle were very unaccustomed to them. Just as the Japanese ran halfway up the hill, thinking that they were about to storm the hill in victory, there was a whistling sound in the air that was sharper than mortar shells.

Volley, I don't know how Edward, who was abducted by the old gunner, did it, and the 6 mountain guns came with a beautiful salvo. Once upon a time, the expeditionary force that was chased and bombarded by the Japanese mountain artillery also had its own artillery group, although it was only 6 75 mountain guns, but this was the first artillery salvo fired by the expeditionary force since the counterattack on Burma.

Zhao Zhi asked for three rounds of rapid fire, Edward was worthy of being a serious artilleryman, the shells hit very positively, and the three rounds of rapid fire covered the empty space between the hillside and the woodland, and shrouded the Japanese soldiers who had just rushed up the mountain and the Japanese soldiers who had just rushed out of the forest.

Zhao Zhi lay on the ground with his mouth wide open, holding his head in his hands and supporting his body with his elbows, which was taught by Edward, so as to avoid being injured by the explosion of the shelling. Mountain artillery is indeed much more powerful than mortars, especially when mountain artillery fires a salvo, it really gives people a feeling of landslide and ground cracking, Zhao Zhi feels that the entire hillside is trembling, and these guys lying on the hillside are also trembling.

After the three rounds of shelling, Zhao Zhi, who had been secretly counting, raised his head, climbed up the hill with his hands and feet, and looked down. At a glance, Zhao Zhi was stunned, and then the dog who climbed up the hill was infected and looked in the direction of Zhao Zhi's look, and he also looked stunned, and then bent down and vomited wildly.

The hillside was full of craters like the surface of the moon, corpses everywhere, wounded Japanese soldiers who were not dead, wounded soldiers crying in pools of blood, wounded soldiers lying stupidly in pools of blood, and wounded soldiers dragging wounds still spurting blood in search of their severed limbs. The Japanese army at the edge of the forest in the distance is now in a situation where the word "chaos" is also a "chaos", and it is not at all like the army known as the "Jungle Tiger" that once drove the expeditionary force to escape.

Zhao Zhi knew very well that all this was only temporary, and as long as there were Japanese troops escaping back, they would return to that fierce and powerful army. If you hit a snake, you will be killed, and if you can't die, you will be bitten to death by a snake sooner or later, and you can't leave them any chance to turn over. Zhao Zhi raised the submachine gun in his hand, and shouted that he was the first to rush down the hillside, "Press down, follow the commander to press down, kill them" This is the most excited time for the dogs, the time to beat the water dogs has come, no one will save their physical strength, they all spread their legs and rushed down the hill desperately, rushed into the forest, screaming and pounced on the panicked Japanese army.

The chase began, and compared to the tragic pursuit last year, the two sides of the pursuit have now reversed roles. The soldiers of the 18th Division of the Japanese Army, who once dominated the whole of Burma and were known as the tigers of the jungle, scattered and fled into the forest, while the soldiers of Zhao Zhi's direct company rushed into the forest like fierce beasts with blood-red eyes, looking for their own prey.

The forest is not as dry as the hillside that has been blown by the sun and the mountain wind, and the grass in the forest, which has been wet by yesterday's rain, is not generally slippery. Often, the fleeing and chasing fellows slipped into the muddy water without saying a word, and after a while they were disgraced, covered with blades of grass and thorns, and covered with muddy water, and continued to run and pursue.

Lang Zhong and the few American soldiers who could not understand Chinese were left on the slope to treat their wounds, Uncle Guo and his snipers were forced to stay on the hillside to clean the battlefield, and the others followed Zhao Zhi into the forest. The old cannon who snatched a submachine gun from nowhere has been running by Zhao Zhi's side, since the rapid fire of the mountain artillery group, the old cannon has been in a state of extreme excitement, and he has not known what he is muttering.

The sound of gunfire rang out in the woods, and all the people were chasing and fleeing in the mountains and forests, and those who fled were exhausted, and the pursuers were no better. Yan Shijun, who ran with a pale face, barely stood firm with a guy who also couldn't straighten his waist, and kept spitting water in his mouth, and in the pursuit just now, Yan Shijun emptied three submachine gun magazines and killed at least 5 Japanese soldiers. But his health was so bad that he couldn't run, so he could only watch others chase him.

A "snap" gunshot, a bullet grazed Yan Shijun's clothes and flew behind him, Yan Shijun fell to the ground with the people around him, and the steel helmet on his head was thrown far away. The dog carrying the sniper rifle ran over with a wicked smile on his face, and dragged out the corpse of a Japanese soldier from the place where Yan Shijun and they were standing just now.

"A scholar is a scholar, such a big living person is hiding behind you, you two don't know how to look back" The dog picked up the Japanese rifle, skillfully pulled the bolt and looked inside the chamber, and threw the rifle on the ground, "Fortunately, there are no bullets in his rifle, otherwise I will collect the body for you, be careful next time"

Yan Shijun wiped the traces of water on the corner of his mouth in annoyance, and scolded in unison with the soldier next to him, "It's about your" There is no joy of escaping death at all, the eyes of the two people are the dog's mocking face at the moment, Yan Shijun can't wait to go to Lang Zhong to ask for some needlework to sew the dog's grinning mouth.

The dog raised his hands and waved them again and again, and shouted in his mouth, "Yes, yes, I can't afford to provoke you, I can't afford to hide" The dog took out a few rows of bullet bridges from the cartridge box on the waist of the Japanese soldier corpse and left, the dog's sniper rifle is Japanese-style, and the bullet and the 38 rifle are the same caliber. Zhao Zhiming ordered that the dogs should not be allowed to participate in the pursuit, so he had to scavenge some bullets and stealthily pick up a few Japanese soldiers who were missed by the robes and shoot a few shots.

The pursuit in the jungle did not end because of the sparse gunfire, on the contrary, the pursuit was somewhat more intense, most of them were fighting for the last strength, and whoever could hold on to the end was the winner. There were already Japanese soldiers who couldn't run and began to commit suicide with their grenades or die with their pursuers, and the guys in pursuit often pursued the Japanese with submachine guns with empty bullets.

The figures in the branches were shaking, the fiery bullets were flying, the shooting was still continuing, the fire of the grenade explosion, the screams before dying, all of this was cut to pieces by the branches. A Chinese soldier and a Japanese soldier rolled out of the branches as they got entangled, their bayonets embedded in each other's bodies, and then the soldiers who caught up pulled their robes and pulled the trigger on the Japanese soldiers' bodies. There was no screaming, no hesitation, and the burst of gunfire reflected a young face, a face that was extremely distorted and full of murderous intent. /AUT