"Phew! Stop! ”

Hiroshi Okano pulled the reins, and at the same time raised his hand to order, signaling his little devils to stop advancing.

Orders are forbidden, and words are followed.

As the order of the brigade leader Okano Hirochi was issued, thousands of little devil officers and soldiers stopped their advance in unison, and stood in place again, ready to listen to the next orders.

"Your Excellency, what's wrong?"

The little devil captain who was walking in front turned over and dismounted, came to the captain Hiroshi Okano, and asked in confusion.

"The situation ahead is very wrong!"

Hiroshi Okano frowned and slowly lowered the telescope in his hand.

"Nani?"

The little devil captain was even more puzzled when he heard this.

"Look at the open field at the front."

Everyone looked forward in the direction of Captain Okano's red finger, and then withdrew their gaze for a moment, looking at him suspiciously.

"That open field, obviously, was dealt with, and not so long ago!"

Hearing the sound, everyone looked sideways again, and sure enough, the traces that had been treated on the open ground were very obvious, even from a distance of several hundred meters.

"It seems that something did happen to Miss Keiko."

Hiroshi Okano had a gloomy face and continued to speak slowly.

The little devil officers were not stupid, and they all nodded in agreement when they heard the voice.

"And what do we do now?"

"Huh! Since these lowly mountain bandits are looking for death, let them die! ”

Okano Hao Chi smiled coldly, and then shouted angrily: "All troops are ready for battle!" ”

These little devil officers and soldiers are all battle-hardened, and they already know what to do with a simple order.

Artillery squads began to build artillery positions, and squadrons began to assemble grenadiers.

The new regiment and three battalions were pulled back to the position of the third battalion of the new regiment at the foot of Wufeng Mountain.

"We've been discovered?"

When the little devil stopped moving forward, the officers and men of the third battalion realized that the situation was wrong.

However, they didn't pay much attention to it, because this situation had already been expected by their group seat Yang Yun.

And what they have to do is to withstand the first round of bombardment by the little devil artillery, and wait until the little devil infantry charges them, and then it is time for them to really start counterattacking.

As the commander of the battlefield, Liu Zhenhai, the commander of the third battalion, only frowned slightly, but he was not too worried.

In fact, he hoped that the little devil would directly launch a charge as soon as he came, but obviously, he underestimated the IQ of the little devil.

However, Yang Ronghui, deputy commander and chief of staff, frowned tightly, and the number of little devils was not much, but it was worth more than 1,000 people.

It's just that it is placed on this not wide mountain road, but it looks endless, and there is no end in sight, and the momentum is huge and shocking.

In fact, in his bones, Yang Ronghui wanted to order the fire now, because he was afraid that if the third battalion could not withstand the first round of shelling by the little devils, the defensive counterattack behind would become empty talk.

But the actual situation told him that he couldn't do this yet, although the vanguard of the little devils had already entered their firepower, but after all, it was only a very small part, and firing now might be able to gain a certain advantage, but it would also miss the opportunity to severely damage the little devils.

After several struggles in his heart, Yang Ronghui finally chose to believe in Yang Yun's decision.

"Boom!"

"Boom, boom—"

The shelling of the little devils began, and one after another shells fell on the fortifications where the third battalion of the new regiment was hiding at the foot of the mountain, blasting the ground into dirt and stone chips, and at the same time shaking the heart of Chief of Staff Yang Ronghui.

It's just that the matter has come to this point, and he can only choose to grit his teeth and wait.

On the mountain, in Wufeng Village, the officers and soldiers left behind also focused their eyes on the place where the shells fell at the foot of the mountain at this moment, and a little worry obviously flashed in their eyes.

"Little devil of the dog, I'll let you see the power of the grandfathers later!"

The bombardment continued, but the brothers of the third battalion in the fortifications gritted their teeth and persevered, shaking their heads from time to time as the shells exploded, shaking off the dirt on them.

The little devil didn't have a heavy artillery, which was expected by Yang Yun. Although the firepower of the little devil seems to be fierce and dense, in fact, it did not cause any damage to the officers and soldiers of the third battalion in the fortified bunker, at most, it shocked the ears and made the body feel a little uncomfortable, nothing more.

"Kill the chicken and give it!"

Hiroshi Okano, the captain of the Little Devil Brigade, saw that the bombing was almost going on, so he pulled out the adjutant sword on his waist and waved it diagonally towards the Celestial Empire, and then gave the order to charge.

Although the mountain road is narrow, there is an open land at the foot of Wufeng Mountain, which can accommodate nearly a thousand people almost at the same time.

200 m,

100 m,

80 m ......

When the vanguard of the little devils was less than 50 meters away from the machine gun position of the new 1st Regiment 3 Camp Fort at the foot of the mountain, Liu Zhenhai, the commander of the 3rd Battalion, finally gave an order and issued an order to counterattack.

After receiving the order, the officers and soldiers of the three battalions in the bunker set up all eight heavy machine guns in the two bunkers, poked the muzzle of the gun out of the attack window, and pulled the trigger fiercely at the intruding little devil.

"Da Da Da!"

"Da Da Da-"

Eight heavy machine guns opened fire at the same time, forming a dense network of fire; The gunshots sounded rhythmically like beautiful movements, and those little devils also fell rhythmically, one after another.

Some of the little devils let out a few unwilling roars before they died, and many more little devils were beaten into a sieve before they even had time to scream.

What's more, some little devils were shot several times in the waist, but their bodies were cut off by the powerful destructive force of heavy machine gun bullets, and their internal organs flowed out of the broken wound with blood and fell all over the ground.

There are also some little devils who are shot in the head and neck, or their heads are blown out, or their heads are directly knocked off.

How can the scene be acted on with a tragic word?

Seeing that there were only a few dozen meters left from the machine gun position of the third battalion, even if there were heavy casualties, these little devils still stubbornly continued to rush forward.

But it's a pity that although these little devils risked their lives, they couldn't cross the 30-meter mark in the end.

Thirty meters, as if it had become a moat, made these little devils risk their lives but could not be overcome. After leaving behind hundreds of corpses, these little devils finally made a wise decision and chose to retreat in their reluctance.

Two heavy machine guns are enough to hold the road on the mountain, let alone eight heavy machine guns firing at the same time, how can these little devils contend with it?

"Whew-"

Seeing the little devil retreat like a tide, Yang Ronghui's heart that mentioned his throat finally fell, and then let out a long breath.

The little devil seems to be retreating, but it is not a panicked retreat, but an orderly retreat, and someone is responsible for covering.

It's just that the seemingly wise approach of the little devil is undoubtedly stupid for the situation at the moment.

Whether they were covering or not, the eight heavy machine guns were constantly ringing, harvesting the lives of their dogs.

By choosing to take cover, they wasted precious time in retreating......

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(End of chapter)