Zhao Zhi threw himself on a machine gun position, and with one shoulder, he carried away the coughing machine gunner and pulled the bolt. The first to fire at the Japanese army on the opposite side, the hot bullet casings kept throwing out the bolt, and Zhao Zhi's body also shook rhythmically with the machine gun's point shot. The smoke and the gas mask on his face hindered the accuracy of the shot, but Zhao Zhi didn't care, the bullets were there, just shoot the bullets in the gun as much as possible.

The Japanese soldiers who crossed the river, they untied the ropes on their bodies, and desperately laid wooden stakes on the side of the riverbank, preparing to set up ropes, so that the wooden rafts behind them could quickly cross the river. "Press it up, press it up" Zhao Zhi wore a gas mask on his face, and his shouting voice was muffled. Seeing Zhao Zhi pick up a submachine gun, he climbed out of the trench and submerged into the smoke wall in a flash in front of his eyes, and the people with masks also rushed into the poisonous gas, and everyone collided with the Japanese soldiers who rushed up to the riverbank.

"Kill" Zhao Zhi opened the submachine gun at the Japanese soldiers who came over and shot a fan, knocking down several Japanese soldiers. The guys who rushed up behind were simply a grenade, and taking advantage of the unstable defense line of the Japanese army that had just landed, Zhao Zhi and they forced the Japanese army down the river again.

"Withdraw, go back, go back" Zhao Zhi pulled the old cannon who was about to rush down the river and beat the Japanese army, and beckoned the guys to retreat. Sure enough, as soon as they jumped into the trench, the Japanese grenadiers hit them, flying the blades of grass that had just blown up the place they had just blown up, and the slag was all over the sky. Taking advantage of the poisonous gas, Long Mao took advantage of the fact that the poisonous gas was not dispersed, and led people to bury more than a dozen mines on the river bank, and everyone retreated to the woods with confidence this time, there was no poisonous gas here.

"Open the cannon, bombard them with Lao Tzu" Zhao Zhi stood on the tank, holding a telescope and looking at the opposite bank. The Japanese army stood densely behind the faint smoke wall on the other side of the river, holding up the 38 big canopies that were almost as tall as people after putting on their bayonets, and it was estimated that they still wanted to cross the river while the poisonous gas was being used.

"Boom" "Boom" The tanks kept bombarding the Japanese formation on the other side of the river, and anyway, they would change places after firing a shot, and the Japanese artillery fire was not so good that they could hit it. Zhao Zhike didn't care how many Japanese soldiers he could kill, he just needed to hold the river bank now and not let the Japanese army cross the river. After the tank bombarded for more than ten minutes, the track was broken by the Japanese salvo fire, and the tank, which lost its ability to move, turned into a big fireball in the next round of Japanese salvo fire, and almost turned Zhao Zhi into a roast suckling pig.

The Japanese soldiers on the other side cheered, and the tide poured into the wooden rafts in the river. "Go back, go back" Zhao Zhi took the lead and ran back to the trench again, grabbed a machine gun and shot at the Japanese soldiers. The rotten people, including the wounded soldiers, retreated in a swarm, and Lang Zhong had already said that this was not a lethal poison gas, but just ordinary tear gas. Those with masks wore masks, and those without masks tore the cloth from their clothes and covered their mouths and noses with water.

The counterattack of a few people can be ignored, but the counterattack of nearly 100 people is different, and nearly 100 gunfire suddenly burst out of the smoke, which made the Japanese soldiers in the middle of the river regret it very much, regretting that they were in the middle of the river, there was no cover here at all, only to be slaughtered. The Japanese soldiers crossing the river twisted their bodies in the gunfire, and the blood splattered from the bullet holes stained the entire section of the river red. The grenadiers covered by the Japanese army were catapulting grenades again, and the losses on Zhao Zhi's side were not small, but they could not retreat, once they retreated, they would never have a chance to turn back, and the Japanese army had already pressed on the riverbank.

"Come to the fire, come to the fire" Zhao Zhiyi ripped off the mask on his face and shouted loudly to Changmao. Long Mao, who was lying in the trench like a groundhog, heard Zhao Zhi's shout and pulled the rope in his hand violently. The mines buried on the river bank rang out, and they rang just right to envelop all the Japanese soldiers who had just come ashore. The flames were raging, shrapnel mixed with the dirt flew in all directions, and the Japanese army, which had always been strong, became vulnerable in the raging flames. They were crying, they were trembling, they had already rushed up this section of the river twice, when did the defending troops lay mines?

"Fire, fire" How could Zhao Zhi let go of such a good opportunity, the gunfire let the Japanese soldiers who were still crying on the river bank pass by, and directly hit the Japanese soldiers floating in the river. It is necessary to make it too late for the Japanese troops behind to support the Japanese troops who have already landed, otherwise Zhao Zhi and they will definitely not be able to hold the riverbank. It seems that Zhao Zhi's choice was not wrong, after all the Japanese troops floating in the river were dried into the river, the Japanese troops on the other side no longer sent people down the river. Uncle Guo's riflemen slowly solved the Japanese army that was crippled by mines one by one, this is a war, there is no need for mercy, just kill the other side.

The Japanese troops on the opposite bank retreated into the woods in droves, and behind them, on this side of the river, they left dozens of Japanese soldiers. There was a popping sound in the mist, and it was Longhair leading someone to deal with the wounded of the Japanese soldiers, and by the way, get some gas masks. Although the poison gas is not fatal, the face is always covered with snot and tears, which also affects the accuracy of shooting.

In the woods, Zhao Zhi listened to Lang Zhong's report on the wounded. The wounded in Langzhong lay on the ground, coughing, because they didn't do anything about it, and everyone inhaled the poisonous gas. "We don't have any extra manpower now, I'll give you the dog, you make my jeep back to the hospital first, and find the yellow-haired summoner to help. You let the dog go back and guard our warehouse, originally let Changmao guard it, but he ran back, just show off alone, I don't worry" Zhao Zhi repeatedly explained to Langzhong, the warehouse is a big deal, if there are no materials, there is no point in guarding in Lieduo.

Excluding the wounded, there are less than 50 people left in the trenches who can still shoot, which means that in the round just now, Zhao Zhi lost half of his manpower. It's almost noon, the 38th Division should be fast, and the few walkie-talkies brought by it have all been blown up, and they can't contact Edward and them for the time being. The Japanese army on the other side of the river, Zhao Zhi estimated that there were about 500 people, as long as Zhao Zhi was given another 200 people, he could hold here.

Uncle Guo was also wounded, wounded in the thigh, and was hit by a ricochet when he was retreating just now. Zhao Zhi took out a first-aid kit and bandaged his uncle clumsily, and the painful uncle scolded his mother. Of the less than 50 people left, half of them were the doglegs, and there were more than a dozen of the routers left, and half of them were the elites.

The Japanese troops on the other side of the river still did not move until the afternoon, and Zhao Zhi and the goats looked at it with binoculars for a long time, but they did not see a single trace of the Japanese soldiers in the woods. "Could it be a withdrawal? Why don't I go and have a look? The goat tilted his head and asked Zhao Zhi. Bullshit, don't cross the river if you withdraw, all rest" Zhao Zhi turned around and sat down against the trench, there were only these people left, he didn't want to risk crossing the river.

"Here, the vanguard of the 38th Division is here, it has arrived in the town, and it is the 114th Regiment of the 38th Division that is coming" Edward, who was transporting the wounded back and forth, brought good news, and the 38th Division arrived, which made Zhao Zhi breathe a sigh of relief. "That's it?" Zhao Zhi looked at the road behind Edward, where dozens of soldiers were standing.

"Their large army is still in the town, saying that they are tired of traveling, and they have asked you to meet their commander," Edward whispered, looking at Zhao Zhi's face from time to time. Zhao Zhi squinted his eyes and thought for a while, called the old cannon and secretly gave a few instructions, and took Uncle Guo to get into Edward's jeep and go back to Ledo, ready to meet the commander of this elite army.

At this time, Ledo was already full of national soldiers, and the streets and alleys were full of barracks, and it was estimated that there were not enough barracks, and many people lived in empty local homes. The roof was full of smoke, and the guys who had just arrived were actually cooking, Zhao Zhi's already cold face became even colder, and the uncle who was sitting next to him gently patted Zhao Zhi twice, telling him not to have a cold face.

The commander of the 114th regiment lived in a local chief's house, and several sentry posts had been arranged at the door, and everything was as if it were in the country. Zhao Zhi and Uncle Guo, who were scorched black by the smoke of gunpowder, were stopped by the sentry at the door with the smell of blood, and they had to let Zhao Zhi wait outside, saying that they could not go in until the head of the regiment had finished eating. Zhao Zhi's already cold face was about to turn black, he turned his head and threw the jungle road map to Edward, pulled Uncle Guo into the jeep, kicked the driver out of the car, and drove away in the jeep.

The old cannon, who was cleaning the battlefield by the river, didn't expect Zhao Zhi to come back so soon, and was just about to step forward to say hello, when he heard Zhao Zhi standing in the car shouting to gather. "The 38th Division has arrived, our mission is complete, let's withdraw to the town now, pack up our things and prepare to go back to Ramga" In fact, what Zhao Zhi said was not wrong at all, his advance battalion only listened to the assignment of the headquarters. Walking out of the jungle, the task has been completed, even if the commander of the 114th regiment is a lieutenant colonel, he has no authority to command Zhao Zhi, not to mention deliberately making Zhao Zhi ugly. Zhao Zhi can go back to Leduo now, use the radio to contact Lamgar, and arrange for the vehicle to go back to Lamga, and the 38th Division will not be able to do anything with him.