In order to maximize the effect of these box guns, the old immortal proposed to form a temporary pistol team, and then all of them were hidden and ambushed in the second line. After the devil followed the retreating third squad and rushed to a distance of thirty meters in front of the second position, he would give the devil a fierce short gun rapid fire!

Seventeen plus Zhou Yu's two, in a few breaths, it was a storm of more than two hundred rounds of ammunition brought by nineteen short guns. And at such a close distance, not to mention the accuracy, the devil is still unavoidable!

The old immortal who has participated in the warlord melee knows very well that this kind of fire that bursts out in a short period of time at close range by the pistol team will definitely make any unknown enemy hit the head and bleed!

In order to resist the attack of the devils, all the grenades and ammunition of the third and fourth squads have been exhausted, and these ambushed and concealed pistol teams will be their last killing move.

On the hillside, stepping on the blackened weeds and dead trees, Miyazawa held his command knife high, bent down and strode quickly towards the mountain. Miyazawa smiled cruelly as he stepped past several of the corpses of the dirt road. In his opinion, the defenders of the second line had been stupid by the fierce offensive of the Imperial Japanese Army, and he wanted to quickly kill the enemy to the top of the mountain when he was not firmly established, and completely crush these damned dirt roads in one fell swoop!

"His Majesty the Emperor is on board ......! Toast gives! ”

Seeing that the position was in front of him, Miyazawa led the soldiers to start the final charge!

The old immortal, who had been secretly observing, took a deep breath and suddenly yelled after seeing that the Japanese army began to charge long live:

"Day you immortal banban! Fight devils, ......! ”

Bang!

Bang Bang Bang ...... Bang Bang Bang!

Bang bang......

For a moment, all the surviving soldiers of the third and fourth squads showed their heads and desperately shot out the few remaining bullets in their rifles. And the comrades of the pistol team, showing their bodies and raising the gun is a playful pull of the trigger!

Li Chunfeng held up his two box cannons, screaming hysterically while slamming at the yellow shadow in front of him. Before the battle started, the old immortal saw that Li Chunfeng's face was pale and his whole body was trembling, so he told her that when the fight started, if you were afraid of death, you would shout loudly, and you should keep it.

Except for a few veteran party members, the militia of more than a dozen underground parties basically beat up indiscriminately. However, because the distance is so close, even if it is not aimed accurately, the dense rain of bullets can create a covering shooting effect.

In the face of the sudden and dense shooting, the charging devil was blinded at that time. Some people howled and continued to attack with bayonets, some subconsciously raised their guns to return fire, and some stood stupidly in place at a loss.

In just a few tens of seconds, the devils charging on the hillside were like wheat fields cut by a sickle, and they fell to the ground with bullets in pieces. The squadron leader Miyazawa was the worst, he almost became a live target when he rushed forward, and within a few seconds he was beaten into a sieve by more than a dozen shots in his body, and fell to the ground on his back with a guilty face and an unwilling face.

Of course, devils don't eat dry food, and the subconscious counterattack at the moment of life and death is also fierce and abnormal. As the bullets rained down, one after another the underground party fighters and the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were knocked to the ground.

By the moment the pistol bullet rain stopped, there were only fourteen or fifteen devils left who could still stand, and the distance between the two sides was almost face to face.

"Comrades! Kill devils, ......! ”

Drain the last pistol bullet.

Zhou Yu pulled out the big knife he had inserted in the ground, roared angrily and rushed down.

Kill......

Onboard ......!

The moment of life and death, whether it is the Eighth Route Army and the underground party, or the surviving Japanese army. Both sides know that this will be the final decisive battle between the two sides, and the time has come when it will either be you or me.

In the midst of the flying flesh, the sound of large knives slashing into flesh, the screams of bayonets piercing the body, the muffled sound of falling to the ground, and the desperate wails before death filled the mountain.

The surviving Japanese soldiers knew that they would die, so they resisted desperately like crazy beasts.

A short and stout devil soldier Cao had most of his ear cut off by a flying bullet, but he was still unusually fierce. After killing a soldier of the Eighth Route Army and an underground party in a row, he stared at Zhou Yu who was fighting with a devil with blood-red eyes.

"Instructor be careful!"

Zhou Dahu knocked down a ghost soldier with the butt of a gun, and when he saw this scene out of the corner of his eye, he immediately rushed up and picked up a fatal stab for Zhou Yu.

"Little devil! Grandpa Tiger will play with you! ”

Picking up the bloody bayonet, Zhou Dahu and the fierce devil soldier Cao immediately confronted, and after the two stabbed each other a few times, Zhou Dahu saw that his stabbing skills were not as good as the other party, so he found the opportunity to pounce directly, and used his body size to knock the devil soldier Cao to the ground.

As soon as they fell to the ground, the two immediately rolled to the ground and fought for their lives.

After a while, relying on his height and long arms, Zhou Dahu choked the other party's neck to death, and in an instant, all the strength to eat milk was used.

Seeing that he was invincible, Devil Army Cao's purple face suddenly distorted.

"The Emperor...... Onboard ....... ”

"I'm your ancestor!"

Seeing that the other party suddenly stopped struggling, Zhou Dahu hurriedly looked sideways, and happened to see the devil Jun Cao holding a grenade and smashing it towards the steel helmet on his head.

After a heavy punch hit the opponent's face, Zhou Dahu hurriedly dodged with a side pounce.

Boom ......!

……

The old immortal was desperately stabbing a wounded devil soldier crawling on the ground and screaming, when he suddenly heard a loud bang behind him, and then he was thrown to the ground by a wave of air.

As soon as he sat up in a daze, the old immortal was about to pick up his rifle not far away, when he suddenly heard the sound of military boots running behind him.

"The people of China...... Go to hell! ”

As soon as he turned around when he heard the sound, the old immortal happened to see a devil rushing straight towards him with a bloody bayonet on the tip of his knife. In an instant, the old immortal felt that his scalp was numb for a while!

At the moment of life and death, the old immortal climbed a few meters with his hands and feet, and finally touched the muzzle of the rifle with a forward lunge.

Since it was too late to pick up the gun, the old immortal could only remove the bayonet from the muzzle at once, turn around and stab subconsciously!

Poof...... Poof!

A sharp pain hit his chest, and the old immortal fainted on the spot.

……

In less than ten minutes, the earth-shattering sound of fighting finally disappeared, and the bloody battlefield finally calmed down. In front of the position on the top of the mountain, there was no devil who could stand at this time.

In the smoke of gunpowder, the corpse of a devil with a half-cut bayonet coming out of his back moved, and was then pushed aside with difficulty by two blood-stained hands.

The old immortal pushed away the corpse of the devil that was pressing on him, and opened his mouth and gasped.

"Still gasping for breath! Help to grasp and pull it out, ah....... ”

"Lao Wu is not dead yet, go and help Lao Wu!"

Zhou Yu's tired voice sounded, and several soldiers covered in blood rushed over when they heard the words, pulling up the corpse of the devil who was pressing on the body of the old immortal.

The moment the devil was pulled up, the bayonet stuck in the dirt was also pulled up.

"S......."

"Brother Wu, are you injured? I'll stop the bleeding for you! ”

Seeing that the waist and chest of the old immortal were scarlet, the two warriors were so frightened that they hurriedly tore the bloody clothes on the old immortal's body.

"Ahem...... Gua Babies...... Brother, I'm fine, most of the blood on my body is from little devils. ”

With a slight wave of his hand, the old immortal stopped the two panicked warriors.

"Gua Wazi...... Help me up ....... ”

"Oops......."

Holding the bayonet wound on his waist with his left hand, the old immortal stood up tremblingly.

As far as the eye could see, there were corpses and blood stains everywhere, and there was a feeling of turning the river and the sea in my stomach. The old immortal looked at Zhou Yu who was holding his arms in front of him and looking at him in a daze, and the only two dozen or so people who were left with bloody and numb faces, and suddenly grinned miserably.

"Hehe....... Hehe....... ”

……

Booming...... while speaking, the two military vehicles at the end of the mountain team suddenly started. After a round and round on the highway, it seems that you want to escape from the battlefield.

"Sir......, the devils under the mountain are going to flee with more than 20 wounded soldiers, we can't fight!"

Holding a crooked handle full of bullets, the big pillar leaned out and pointed to the bottom of the mountain and asked loudly:

"......Huh, let them go, leave some seeds for Qilian......."

Looking at the only dozen or so brothers who were covered in bruises in front of him, Zhao Shixun looked up at the devil who was jumping the front of the car at the bottom of the mountain, and pressed down the crooked machine gun raised by the big pillar.

After repelling the devil's attacks three times in a row, the people of the seventh company are now almost dead. Although the devils suffered a fiasco, there were still more than 20 devil soldiers under the mountain. If he insists on interception, Zhao Shixun estimates that he will have to explain all of them here.

Gently patting the shoulder of the big pillar, Zhao Shixun glanced at the opposite position and said tiredly:

"You take someone to stay and clean up the battlefield and rescue the wounded, and I'll go to the opposite position to have a look. In addition, three soldiers were arranged to go three miles south to be on guard, and they should be careful of the possible counterattack of the devils. ”

After explaining the task, Zhao Shixun picked up his 38 big cover on the ground, pulled the bolt and pressed the bullet and walked carefully down the mountain.

……

On the position on the west side, seeing Zhao Shixun walking up with a gun, Zhou Yu stood up and staggered over.

After experiencing the catastrophe of life and death, the two met and hugged wordlessly.

"Old Zhao......, comrades, ......."

Seeing that Zhou Yu was a little excited, Zhao Shixun gently patted the other party's arm and comforted:

"The brothers are all good, and history will remember their ......."

"Uh-huh....... How's it going over there? ”

Hearing this, he glanced around, and Zhao Shixun said lightly:

"It's about the same as yours, and there are sixteen people left who can breathe."

Suddenly, a soft sobbing sound reached Zhao Shixun's ears.

Looking for the sound, Zhao Shixun saw that the female captain of the underground party was kneeling on the ground and supporting a man to sob.

……

Looking at the angry old Guo in his arms, Li Chunfeng's tears flowed out uncontrollably.

"It's all my ......, I shouldn't have brought everyone out."

Glancing at Li Chunfeng with difficulty, Guo Huaxing smiled weakly.

"Fight devils, how can there be no sacrifice without sacrifice. Don't cry, comrades still need your leadership...... You...... You're an old party member....... ”

Suddenly, Guo Huaxing's eyes suddenly widened, and he struggled unwillingly:

"It's a pity...... The day when the revolution will be won't be seen ....... ”

"Old Guo ....... Whining....... ”

…… To be continued.

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