The frontal troops of the Eighth Route Army launched a series of multi-point attacks, and finally a team entered the village and fought fiercely with the enemy.

The enemy lost one side and was broken through in two directions, and the enemy and us fought hard in the village, and the battle was extremely cruel and fierce.

Night battles and close combat are effective means of counteracting the enemy's superiority in firepower, and they can also give full play to the superiority of troops.

If the enemy is driven out of the village, they can only defend themselves in the wilderness, and the situation is even more passive.

Fujisawa knew the stakes well and hurriedly dispatched troops to the village for reinforcements. Other directions are also fighting, and he is really limited in the number of men and horses he can draw.

Unless you abandon the defense in other directions, concentrate all your men in the village, and wait for reinforcements to arrive. But being compressed into a village in ruins, Fujisawa couldn't make up his mind.

The fighting in the village came to a fever pitch, and the two sides fought each other in a house-by-house battle, despite the half-collapsed houses and ruined walls.

About 30 devils, under the command of a devil officer, fiercely counterattacked. The devil officer twisted his face and roared loudly. The devil soldiers also had hideous faces and let out a fierce scream.

The sound of bayonets colliding with bayonets, the screams of dying, the sound of gunfire, resounded.

The narrow battlefield of both sides fought selflessly, and blood and human limbs were spilled everywhere. The sound of gunfire and the heart-rending wails of the wounded soldiers slammed into the depths of everyone's brains!

The Japanese devils fought back frantically, shouting "Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" The slogan, fearless of death, rushed with a rifle, and those who were injured and fell to the ground would also sound the grenades on their bodies to commit suicide!

After paying heavy casualties, the offensive of an Eighth Route Army was temporarily contained and slowly retreated!

When the devils put together men and horses to follow the counterattack, some Eighth Route Army rushed to this place, enhancing the strength of the attack. First, a frighteningly dense rain of grenades smashed down on the head.

The blast of air reverberated back and forth in the alley, and limbs and blood clots flew all over the sky! Before the smoke could be blown away by the wind, the warriors with bayonets rushed up again, and the two sides collided violently.

And in the dead corner of the Japanese firepower, or in the place where the enemy could not notice, several forces of the Eighth Route Army avoided the devils who blocked the attack, climbed over the ruins and walls, and killed into the village.

After being attacked from the front, side, and back, although the devil resisted desperately, he was unable to do anything and began to retreat step by step.

Under the internal and external attacks, the devil defenses that were disturbed and attacked began to be messy.

Under the light of the sporadic flames of war, as far as the eye can see, the entire village is fighting almost everywhere, but the balance of victory has tilted in favor of the Eighth Route Army, and the battle is gradually advancing from north to south.

Unable to see the target, Shen Chen's gun didn't fire for a long time, and if he wanted to snipe again, he had to enter the village, but Yu Baogen beside him stopped him.

Shen Chen hesitated, gave up the idea of joining the melee combat, and took Yu Baogen around the edge of the village, preparing to find a suitable sniper position and continue to snipe the enemy.

Heavy fighting continued in the village, and the sound of explosions almost drowned out the gunfire. At night when the line of sight is not good, grenade explosions kill a wide range of people, and are far more effective than a rifle single shot.

The recalcitrant devils in the village tasted the density of grenades they had never seen before, and threw grenades at each other through the broken walls, and even the unconventional practice of picking up grenades that had not exploded and throwing them back.

The battle is brutal and fierce, and in such a hard-fought night battle and close combat, the casualties of the two sides will not be too different.

Even if you have an absolute advantage in your own forces, the loss of soldiers will generally not be smaller than that of your opponent. In other words, in order to eliminate these more than 100 devils, the Eighth Route Army will also have to pay more than 100 sacrifices.

And outside the village, with the continuous rout of the Imperial Army, the small number of devils was also constantly consumed, the battle situation became worse and worse, and the enemy was constantly compressed, even Fujisawa didn't want to, and it seemed that he could only shrink into the village.

Because, there were only more than twenty guards and a few staff officers left by Fujisawa's side, and there were no more soldiers to send.

The troops sent in batches were consumed quickly, and the Imperial Allied Army, which had a weak will to fight, was not a help at this time, but a burden, and the leaky defense line made Fujisawa feel that he could not make up for it.

Therefore, Fujisawa had to give an order to gradually abandon the defense of the perimeter, transfer troops into the village, and drive the enemy out first.

"Shrink the left flank, right flank, and rearguard line, and order Herb, Yamaki, and Ono to fight and retreat while moving closer to the village."

The order was issued, and in order to buy time, Fujisawa sent more than a dozen guards into the village to participate in the battle, and there were less than ten people left around to protect him.

According to the normal battlefield, Fujisawa is still safe. Because the battle was still going on on on all sides, no enemy could break through and approach him.

Fujisawa thought the same way, and the battle was so fierce that he ignored the threat of snipers.

At this time, Shen Chen and Yu Baogen were sticking to the edge of the village and sneaking around this side. Suddenly, Shen Chen stopped, pulled Yu Baogen to hide behind a broken wall, and stretched out his hand and shouted, "Give me the box cannon." ”

Yu Baogen immediately handed over the shoulder-fired box cannon with a wooden box in his hand, and took the spear in Shen Chen's hand.

Shen Chen crawled on the ground sharply, poked out the muzzle of the box cannon through a hole in the wall in a prone firing position, and aimed at the battlefield of the fierce battle in the village.

The flames of the explosion illuminated the figures fighting and shouting, and Shen Chen took a slight aim, and gently pulled the trigger.

At a distance of several tens of meters, with his mastery of box guns, there is no problem with no missing bullets. Moreover, in terms of rate of fire, in terms of flexibility, it is far superior to rifles.

Bang! Lying on a pile of rubble, the Devil Heavy who was firing fiercely tilted his head, and his brains and blood splattered on the machine gun.

Bang! The devil's secondary shooter noticed the anomaly, and as soon as he pushed his companion away, another bullet shot at him, hitting him in the face.

Bah, Bah, Bah!

The gunshots rang out about a second, evenly and regularly.

Shen Chen's shoulders trembled slightly with the back seat of the gun, and with very skillful strength, very small movements, and a short time, he quickly stabilized the body of the gun and shot accurate bullets.

The machine guns were dumb fire, there were casualties, and the more than twenty devils fell into a brief panic. The Eighth Route Army on the opposite side took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, rushed into the devil's position at once, and started a fight.

Although the devil also discovered the general location of the attacker, he had no time and opportunity to fight back, so he could only engage in hand-to-hand combat with the opponent who rushed to the front.

Shen Chen rolled on the spot, flashed out from behind the broken wall, bent his waist, and quickly approached this small battlefield under the cover of rubble piles and collapsed house frames.

The sound of the bayonets, the frenzied shouts of killing, and the screams of dying became more and more real in my ears.

In the cold moonlight, in the light of the explosion, the fighters of both sides were like madmen, like wild beasts, fluttering and fighting.

Shen Chen hurriedly ran a few steps, flashed into the half-collapsed house, used the smoking, smoking, beams of the house as a cover, set up a gun on his shoulder, and aimed and shot at the enemy.

The distance is only a dozen meters, even if the enemy is constantly jumping and shaking, even if the enemy and the enemy are often mixed together, it only increases the difficulty and slows down the speed of shooting.

Bang! A devil was about to make a ferocious thrust with a bayonet in his hand, and the bullet struck him in the left rib, and after a moment's pause, the bayonet in front of him plunged into his chest.

Bang! As soon as one of the devils drew back his blood-stained bayonet, his head jerked back, and blood and brains splattered.

Bang! A devil howled, pulled left and right, blocked two bayonets, and was about to launch a counterattack, when a bullet got into his back, staggered, and his body was pierced by a bayonet.

Shen Chen flashed out of the beam and approached the battlefield again, half-bent on his waist, the gun tightly pressed against his shoulder, and continued to shoot hateful bullets at the enemy.

A devil spotted this despicable guy who was circling around the edge of the battlefield, constantly killing his companions, and rushed up with a howl.

Shen Chen didn't panic, quickly turned the muzzle of the gun, and fired two shots at the devil.

Staring at the angry and unwilling eyes, this devil even fell to the ground with a gun, only four or five meters away from Shen Chen.

Killing devils in a row, coupled with the follow-up soldiers of the Eighth Route Army constantly rushing into the battle group, the battle on this small battlefield was soon coming to an end.

A few remaining devils were surrounded by groups, but they still resisted back to back.

Shen Chen jumped on the pile of rubble next to him, reached out from his thigh, pulled out the Browning pistol, and shot condescendingly at the devil.

In the screams and angry shouts, several devils did not even have a chance to use the stabbing technique, and they either died or fell to the ground injured.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who were surrounding outside took advantage of the chaos and panic of the enemy, roared forward and fought hard, fighting more and fighting less, and soon killed all the devils.

Jiang Lian ordered loudly and led the soldiers straight to the head of the village.

Although there is still fighting in the village, and it will take time to completely deal with the scattered and recalcitrant enemy, it is the most important thing to hold the head of the village and cut off the enemy reinforcements.

Company Commander Chiang made the right decision to deal with this small group of Fujisawa guards, and when he arrived at the head of the village with his soldiers, he was just in time to rush towards the village with the herbaceous squad that had shrunk the defensive line and rushed back.

said that it was a small team, and now there are only about 30 devils left. The head-on bullets repelled the onslaught of the herb squad at once, blocking the passage of enemy reinforcements.

Herb howled, regrouped his men and horses, and attacked again under the cover of two light machine guns.

"Smack!" A bullet shot into Herb's chest, and his howl stopped abruptly and he fell to the ground.

Shen Chen did not follow the brigade to block the front attack at the head of the village, he hid behind the flanks of the soldiers, stretched out the muzzle of his gun from behind a broken wall, and sniped at the devils.

Another 30 or so devils who had been withdrawn rushed over to participate in the attack, and the commander was temporarily served by the captain of the Yamaki squad.

All 50 or so devils were dispatched, and under the cover of machine guns and grenadiers, they launched a wave attack on the blocking position of the Eighth Route Army.

Limited to the strength of the troops, the formation of the devil's attack is relatively loose, and the probability of the soldiers overlapping the front and rear is not high.

Moreover, light machine guns were arranged in the first line, and the purpose of this was supposed to increase the suppressive firepower.

In fact, the devil does not just need to prepare for hand-to-hand combat, withdraw the bullet when charging, and rush forward stupidly, but when he really starts a close-quarters fight, he will carry out the rules of the infantry drill code.

In the face of the attack of the devils, the Eighth Route Army fiercely resisted, and the soldiers who came from time to time also increased their troops, and tried their best to keep the devils out of the village.

Shen Chen took Yu Baogen to move between the ruins and broken walls, constantly looking for shooting angles, and shooting accurate bullets at the enemy in front of him.

"Report Your Excellency, the Herb Squad Leader ...... killed"

"Report Your Excellency, Captain Yamaki ...... killed"

"Report to Your Excellency, Hiranuma Guncao ...... killed"

The death of three temporary commanders in quick succession not only caused confusion to the attacking enemy, but also shocked Fujisawa.

It must be a damn gunslinger!

Fujisawa knew how much the death of the commander would affect the attacking forces. At worst, it can lead to sluggish attacks, or at worst, it can cause a well-organized attack to fall halfway.

Moreover, with his experience, the intermittent machine-gun fire from the front should also be the reason for the gunners.

The commander is killed, the covering fire cannot be fully exerted, and it is conceivable how effective such an attack will be.

But Fujisawa had no choice, and sent the last squad leader, Miyamoto, who had just been withdrawn.

For Miyamoto, Fujisawa didn't have too many instructions, what to be careful of the sniping of the gunners and so on.

Because he knows very well that the battlefield has become so small, the situation is so unfavorable, and how can there be any hope of success if the officers do not approach the command and take the lead?

The most ferocious attack began, and it was also the desperate gamble of the devils, and the desperate charge also had an effect, breaking through the resistance of the village, and engaging with the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

But the devil's dying struggle also ended here, as the stubborn resistance of the scattered devils in the village was crushed, Battalion Commander Li was able to free his hands and constantly sent reinforcements to participate in the battle.

The Eighth Route Army in other directions took advantage of the enemy's retreat and also rushed to kill, encircling the last enemy in a small area at the head of the village.

The fierce battle at the entrance of the village continues, but Fujisawa already knows that he will not be able to achieve his goal. Because he has no soldiers to send in his hands.

The shouts of killing in all directions are getting closer and closer, the Imperial Allied Army has completely collapsed, and the few Imperial troops are fighting desperately, and they can't resist more and more enemies.

Holding the binoculars, under the light of the explosion, Fujisawa could clearly see the enemies rushing closer and closer on the periphery, and heard the shouts of killing more and more clearly.

"Your Excellency, the telegram has been sent." After the last telegram was sent, the telegraph operator reported to Fujisawa and immediately received the order to smash the radio station.

Fujisawa watched the radio turn into a part, looked up at the battle-torn battlefield again, and determined the place where he was going to die for his country, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Having made up his mind, as if he had completed his mission, he straightened his back, drew his command knife sharply, pointed forward, and shouted: "Samurai, the time has come to serve His Majesty the Emperor, shake up the spirit of bushido, and follow me to fight your way." ”

After that, this old devil took a few guards and staff officers, and ran towards the front where the shouting of killing was the loudest.

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