The most leisurely may be the old artillery, his two mortars have already arranged their positions, and they can bombard the Japanese troops on the river bank at any time, and now they are only waiting for Zhao Zhi's order. The British soldier with the walkie-talkie on his back patted the old cannon, and it was Zhao Zhi who called the old cannon. "Shoot out all the shells and smash that Japanese machine-gun position for me, you know?" Zhao Zhi's tone was blunt. But there was no way, now there were only two mortars captured by the old artillery.

"Damn, there are only 6 shells and all the fucking ones are fired, what a big breath" The old cannon who received the order jumped straight to his feet, and complained very dissatisfied. "Tong" "Tong" After Zhao Zhi sent a signal, the old cannon fired two shells, "Damn, it's biased" The old cannon threw down the binoculars, moved the mortar body, and adjusted the bearing. The remaining 4 shells hit very accurately, and the entire nest of Japanese machine guns flew into the air. Under the gaze of more than 200 Japanese soldiers on the riverbank, the entire machine gun nest was engulfed in dazzling firelight, and the scorching air wave overturned and tore all the objects of the machine gun nest. A Japanese machine gunner with smoke all over his body screamed and threw himself out of the machine gun nest, clutching his neck and rolling on the ground, and after ten seconds he was left with only convulsions, and a piece of shrapnel was embedded in his neck, cutting his artery.

"Hidden, hidden" The Japanese soldier Shaozuo on the riverbank shouted loudly, and the sudden shelling made the Japanese soldiers stunned and lost the ability to judge. Zhao Zhi's machine guns began to fire with concentrated fire, not seeking accuracy, but only needing to suppress and attract the fire of the Japanese army. At a distance of 400 meters, it probably takes less than 2 minutes to run, and Zhao Zhi's submachine guns and riflemen were already waiting in the woods, and when they heard the sound of cannons, they rushed to the river bank like a swarm.

"Spread out, spread out, open the distance" Zhao Zhiqi, who followed the machine gun hidden behind, scolded. Such a distance, such a dense formation charge, is simply sending to death. Sure enough, the calm Japanese soldiers had already begun to counterattack on the riverbank, and their rifle fire was very accurate. For such a dense charge formation, even with their eyes closed, the Japanese could also hit the target.

"Hidden, hidden" Uncle Guo shouted his more than 20 gunmen, they are only about 100 meters away from the river bank, which is the most suitable distance for sniper rifles, Uncle Guo doesn't want his gunmen to hold sniper rifles to fight with the little devils. The Japanese army was divided into several squads under the leadership of the officer, and began to return fire with rifles, and the Japanese army's accurate shooting caused huge losses to the submachine gunners, and from time to time the submachine gunners were hit by the Japanese soldiers and fell in a pool of blood and struggled.

"Fire, fire" Uncle Guo pulled the trigger hard, and there were a few shots, and the Japanese soldiers covered by the sniper scope fell to the ground one after another. The addition of riflemen slowed down the Japanese counterattack, and more submachine gunners rushed within 100 meters of the river bank. "Go down, the machine gun will go down" Zhao Zhi kept shouting, beckoning the machine gun to move forward, he wanted to use the machine gun to drive the Japanese soldiers down the river.

"Block them, block them" The elites who charged on the flanks blocked the retreat of the Japanese army and completely surrounded the Japanese army. "Grenades, grenades" A large number of grenades were intertwined in mid-air, and the elites who wanted to block the Japanese army and the Japanese soldiers who were tired of fleeing for their lives threw out the grenades at the same time, and the explosion sounded, and the smell of death was filled with the smoke of gunpowder. Orange flames burst out in the crowd, and large clouds of smoke rose up, engulfing everyone. It was just a round of grenade explosions, and at least 30 people on both sides became corpses, and the rest of the people shook their dazed heads, holding everything they could hold in their hands and collided together. There was no formation, no discipline, punching, kicking, biting, scratching, spitting, everyone was scuffling together like beasts.

"Little devil, grandpa is here" An elite who was pierced through the chest by a Japanese bayonet shouted with a bloody mouth, forcefully pulled down the ring of the grenade on his waist, and squeezed into the formation of the Japanese army with his body against the Japanese soldier. With a bang, the grenade on the elite exploded, and he and several Japanese soldiers around him were enveloped in the raging shrapnel and flames. "Hold them back, stop them" An elite wounded soldier covered in blood shouted with two smoking grenades, and jumped into the formation of the Japanese army. The elites actually used the desperate fighting style of the cannon fodder troops, and used more than a dozen lives to block the Japanese army back to the riverbank.

This group of Japanese troops was also part of the 18th Division of the Japanese Army, and they had participated in many battles in China. They have already learned this desperate style of play of Chinese soldiers, and they are familiar with it. During the attack on Nanjing, they were subjected to even more frantic suicidal attacks by the Chinese soldiers, and the entire company of the Chinese soldiers rushed into the Japanese formation with smoking grenades in their arms. Now the Japanese army really can't bear this tactic of the elites, so they choose to retreat below the river bank.

"Machine gun fire, machine gun fire" The machine gun that followed Zhao Zhi rushed down was already set up on a section of the riverbank, which was enough to suppress the Japanese troops on the riverbank. The torrent of metal sprayed by the machine gun slammed into the Japanese formation, which was not solid, and the Japanese formation was torn apart. The machine gunners took advantage of the fact that the Japanese had no heavy firepower and wreaked havoc on the Japanese troops, plowing the river bank repeatedly with machine guns until they ploughed the suspicious bushes that they thought were hiding the Japanese soldiers. Zhao Zhi's machine gun group dealt the most fatal blow to the Japanese army, and the surviving Japanese troops had to attack the old artillery again, in a vain attempt to find a way out.

"Boys, here's the food, ready" The old cannon held the submachine gun and waited quietly. There were less than 30 people on his side, but all of them were submachine guns. The old artillery roared and fired first, and the chain of death woven by more than 20 submachine guns firmly covered the Japanese soldiers who wanted to break through. At a distance of less than 30 meters, the bullets of the submachine gun were enough to penetrate the bodies of two people, and large clouds of blood mist rose from the bodies of the Japanese soldiers. A single concentrated fire from the old artillery left at least 20 corpses behind the Japanese soldiers, and the Japanese retreated back to the riverbank, using the bundled wooden rafts as shelters, and cowered on the riverbank.

"Machine guns, machine guns are all concentrated, drive them down the river for Lao Tzu" Zhao Zhi commanded the machine gun group with great momentum, looking for a suitable machine gun position. "It's better to look at Lao Tzu," the old cannon carried his grenadier and led a few of his men to come up. "Boom" "Boom" The Japanese army without machine guns was like a beast without claws and teeth, and the old artillery bombarded the Japanese army from time to time. The wooden platoon used by the Japanese army as cover has been blown up unseemly, and it won't take a few strokes for the Japanese army to be exposed in front of Zhao Zhi like a naked woman.

Zhao Zhi's machine gun group was not idle, desperately pouring bullets at the Japanese troops on the river bank, anyway, Zhao Zhi did not plan to take these machine guns across the river. "Stop shooting, don't charge" Looking at the Japanese troops who were forming a team on the riverbank, Zhao Zhi smiled slightly, the remaining Japanese troops had lost their will to fight, and it seemed that they were going to fight for the last time. The gunfire had stopped, and Zhao Zhi led people to lie quietly on their stomachs, watching the remaining Japanese troops form a formation on the riverbank.

A Japanese soldier Cao held a white handkerchief high and walked towards Zhao Zhi. "Stop" The dog's gun was raised, and the Japanese soldier Cao stopped. "We, Yamada Shaoza, want to know, who is the commander of your army?" Japanese soldier Cao shouted loudly in stiff Chinese, "We Yamada Shaozo want to have a one-on-one duel with your commander, and if we win, you will get out of the way, do you dare?" The arrogance of the Japanese soldier Cao made the dog very uncomfortable, his eyes glanced at Zhao Zhi, as long as Zhao Zhi looked or moved, the dog would shoot.

"I promise you" Zhao Zhi ignored everyone's objections, and stood on the grass on the bank of the river with an adjutant knife, waiting for Yamada's arrival. Just as Yamada and his remaining soldiers walked to the grass, Zhao Zhi suddenly used an extremely embarrassed posture and plunged into the grass. "Fire, fire" With the dog's shout, the group of machine guns that had already moved suddenly burst out. Dozens of metal flames slammed into Yamada and his soldiers, and Yamada, who was caught off guard, was immediately shot in the head by a dog who had already been targeting him.

It was a massacre, dozens of submachine guns and machine guns sprayed bullets that covered the meadow like a splash, and the Japanese had no place to hide. "Stop, stop," said an American GI who raised his hand to signal a ceasefire, as there were no more Japanese troops standing on the grass. The Japanese soldiers who believed in the spirit of bushido could not have imagined that Zhao Zhi's agreement to fight Yamada was actually a conspiracy. There are at least 150 people hidden around the meadow selected by Zhao Zhi, and most of them are submachine guns and machine guns. Just waiting for Zhao Zhi to send a signal, all the guns will fire together, and collectively harvest the lives of the Japanese soldiers.

Zhao Zhi waved his hand and shouted loudly to the guys lying on the ground pretending to be dead dogs, "Get up, hurry up, hurry up and clean up the battlefield while panting, let's get ready to cross the river, cross the river, there is more to eat, more to have hot water, more to have a soft bed"

The old cannon just lay on the ground and stabbed Zhao Zhi stupidly, and the angry Zhao Zhi stabbed the old cannon in the thigh with the barrel of the gun, "You want to be lazy on dog days, don't you pretend to be a dead dog" The old cannon was still stupid, and even learned a few dog barks at Zhao Zhi. In less than 20 minutes, more than 200 devils were all wiped out on the riverbank, almost a squadron of Japanese troops. The British had never fought such a battle, and the Nationalists had long since retreated and forgotten the taste of victory. Today, on the banks of the Ledo River, hundreds of soldiers who were barely put together actually sent more than 200 Japanese soldiers back to their hometowns, and everyone was stupid.