In front of the enemy was a company of the Eighth Route Army, because it had a preset position, it was not too difficult to resist the enemy's attack.

Behind the enemy was a company that cut off its retreat, and in contrast, they could only use the ready-made snow hills, trees, and ditches beside the road, and suffered heavy casualties, but there was no sign of being crushed by the breakthrough for a short time.

To the left of the enemy are snow-covered fields, and further afield, rolling hills.

Although there was no one to defend it, the devil commander also thought clearly, trudging through the thick snow to break through the siege was likely to temporarily seem to be out of the siege, but the slow march would also be the result of being forced into the deep mountains.

On the right side was the position of the guerrilla defense, which was not wide. Because the two main companies are interested in taking care of this local force, they have the intention of extending their positions to this side, and they also have the intention of facilitating support.

The battle had not been fought for long, and the Devil Commander had already discovered that the right side seemed to be the opponent's weakness.

Discovering the reality of the enemy's forces and the strength of firepower on the battlefield is not a complicated problem in the first place. With experience, it is not difficult to make a judgment.

Although it is possible that this is deliberately left by the opponent, it is not a flaw or weakness, but a trap. But the devil commander made the decision to attack the right side with all his strength despite being frustrated both in front and back.

Before the operation, the commander of the devils also organized part of his troops to launch a feint attack, which to a large extent created some illusions for the Eighth Route Army and the guerrillas.

Before the feint retreated, the devil suddenly launched a charge to the right.

In the eyes of the commander of the devil, if the judgment is correct, as long as he strikes with all his strength, he can make a breakthrough.

Because the opponent's forces are not too strong, and the positions that lack depth are usually broken by the concentration of forces, and it is difficult to retract once they are broken.

Dozens of Imperial Allies are in front, and behind them are more than 30 devils, such a force can be said to be very strong.

Serial mines were laid by the guerrillas, and in front of their defensive positions, some mines were laid, but there were not many of them.

Boom, boom, boom! As cannon fodder, the Imperial Allied Army stepped on several mines one after another, screaming in panic and trying to run back, but behind them were the bayonets and howls of devils.

The guerrillas fired gunfire and fired heavily at the rushing enemy.

At this time, you can see the fighting quality of the devil, either using the terrain to jump forward, or lying down and prostrate, and the movements are very neat.

The crooked machine gun rang out, and the devil's rifle also called "snap, snap".

For the guerrillas, what they saw was like yellow worms, rapidly approaching the position. And to aim and shoot, you can only see the exposed half of the steel helmet and the muzzle, and you can't see their bodies.

Therefore, the guns on the position were fierce, but it was difficult to hit the devils.

However, the devil's shooting was much more accurate, especially after approaching within 200 meters of the position, and the casualties of the guerrillas increased suddenly.

Shen Chen's position was a little later in the main position, and he could hit the target, but it was not so easy to find an exposed, easy-to-fight devil.

"Smack!" Shen Chen lightly buckled the machine and chose a crooked machine gun that was very threatening and defective.

The devil's sub-shooter pushed the corpse away, grabbed the machine gun, and continued to strafe and suppress it in front.

"Smack!" Shen Chen fired again and killed this devil.

Although Shen Chen killed several devils in a row, the bullets fired by the devils also posed a threat to him. He could only keep changing positions and looking for the right moment to shoot again.

One person, one gun, has a limited role on the battlefield after all. The enemy paid the price, but also got closer to the positions of the partisans.

The closer you get to the position, the more threatening the devil's shot becomes. The team members who operated the crooked machine guns fell two in a row, both of which were hit by rifle bullets.

In the face of the devils who rushed up, the guerrillas inevitably had a commotion. After all, face-to-face battles with enemies are different from sneak attacks and harassment in the past.

Moreover, the more you can't hit the devil, the more panicked you are, and the more you are in a hurry, as if the devils have become monsters that can't be killed.

Lao Zhou and Zhao Tie roared loudly, barely stabilizing the morale of the army. They know that there is still hope for the hard top, and if they retreat or retreat, leaving their backs to the devils, they will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

It's just that such a reluctant hard top is obviously difficult to last. Once the devils rushed into the position and the two sides engaged in a white-knuckle battle - Lao Zhou and Zhao Tie did not dare to imagine what kind of losses the guerrillas would have.

Seeing that the devil was about to rush up, Lao Zhou and Zhao Tie had already picked up the spears with bayonets, ready to lead the team members to fight to the death.

At this moment, dozens of figures were killed in the oblique stab, first a row of guns were released, and then they rushed towards the enemy with a shout.

It turned out that the company in charge of the tail was led by Company Commander Jiang, and when he saw that the devil suddenly turned to charge, he knew that things were not good.

Company Commander Chiang hurriedly ordered the encirclement to be tightened, but was desperately intercepted by the enemy who had retreated from the feint. Seeing that the advance was frustrated, Company Commander Jiang hurriedly ordered a platoon to bypass the interception and pass through the diagonal spur for emergency reinforcements.

A platoon of the Eighth Route Army finally arrived in time and shouted and roared to attract the attention of the devils and fend off the enemy for the guerrillas.

"Kill, kill!" Dozens of angry men kept roaring.

"Kill the giggles!" The devil howled like a wolf and slammed head-on.

The two sides fought each other in close quarters, and in the cold moonlight, a series of screams and the clashing of knives and guns rang out, mixed with the sound of the rash man's bayonet entering the flesh.

The course of the battle is bloody and fast, and bayonet fighting is different from martial arts competitions. There are no fancy movements, and many times they are hedged with rifles with bayonets on each other, and they solve each other in a split second, or they are solved by the other party.

The bayonet flashed, the blood splattered, and the cruel and bloody white-knuckle combat was the most test of will and spirit, and it was also the most capable means of breaking the enemy's fighting spirit.

How can the few remaining Imperial Cooperative troops withstand such huge psychological pressure?!

The fierce expression, angry roar, and bloody bayonets immediately made the Imperial Allies, who had barely seen blood, feel a burst of creepy, crying for their fathers and mothers, and running around.

But the devil dared to have more enemies with less, relying on the skill of fighting bayonets.

Don't look at the devil is short, but he is very sturdy and does not have the upper hand in strength. Moreover, the 38 canopies they used had an advantage in length, but the guns of the platoon of the Eighth Route Army were uneven.

The devil's action of fighting the bayonet is very concise, and the range of action is also very small. Usually as soon as the head is buried, a step is taken, the arm is thrust forward, and the bayonet goes out. It seems that the devil's gun, arms, shoulders, and head are basically a line.

The action of resisting the opponent's bayonet is also simple and effective, and as soon as the right wrist holding the handle of the gun is flipped over, the spear will be pressed down, and then there will be a thrust.

The bayonet reflected a palpitating cold light in the moonlight, and the figure flickered and moved, one moment up and the other down.

The clanging sound of iron weapons, accompanied by the splatters of blood plasma and the sound of bayonets entering flesh, diffused across the narrow battlefield.

Shen Chen can no longer shoot, the enemy and the enemy are mixed, and they are constantly shaking, and when one shot passes, the probability of hitting is high, and the probability of accidental injury is also high.

But he did not stay where he was, but threw away his spear, quickly attached the wooden box to the shell gun, and carried it in one hand, and ran forward as fast as he could.

In Shen Chen's opinion, it is difficult for a platoon of the Eighth Route Army to resist these devils. And the guerrillas will bear the brunt of the attack and once again engage the devils in a short fight.

Don't look at the devils, there may be only a dozen people left, but to face the guerrillas in close combat, the casualties of the guerrillas will be huge, and a major rout is possible.

And when it comes to close combat, Shen Chen is not good at fighting bayonets. But the shoulder-fired box cannon, as well as the Browning on the thigh, were sharp weapons in close combat. With his marksmanship, he can at least make the guerrillas lose a lot of soldiers.

As Shen Chen expected, the current Eighth Route Army does have a big gap with the devil in fighting bayonets, even if it fights more and fights less, it may not be able to gain the upper hand.

Poof, a devil's bayonet pierced into the stomach of a soldier of the Eighth Route Army.

This old devil, with a beard and a fierce eye, has already stabbed down three warriors, and he is extremely vicious.

But this time he tried to draw the bayonet but ran into trouble, and the stabbed soldier threw away the gun and gripped the head of the gun tightly with both hands.

"Kill!" A roar rang out, and blood-stained bayonets pierced the old devil's body from the side.

The soldier of the Eighth Route Army who was holding the head of the gun fell, his lips tightened, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was open, he wanted to say something but he didn't say it, his eyes slowly closed.

The white-knuckle combat was so bloody and brutal that in a very short period of time, a platoon of the Eighth Route Army fell more than a dozen. The rest are veterans who have some skills and can deal with devils.

But it's not easy to really find a chance to stab the opponent, because the devil's technique is not covered, he can not only dodge, but also stab him coldly.

Zhao Tie and Lao Zhou glanced at each other, and they both read their respective minds from their eyes. At this time, they can only lead the team to fight to the death, and the casualties are no longer something they can control, and they have to take it into account.

"Kill!" Zhao Tie shouted, raised his bayonet, and took the lead in rushing into the battlefield.

Zhao Tie's bayonet stabbed at a devil fiercely, this old devil stared at the vicious eyes and pulled it out, as soon as the weapon touched slightly, Zhao Tie suddenly retracted, turned the thorn into a smash, and with a brush, the sharp blade with an arc slashed towards the devil's head.

Boom, the old devil put the gun on the shelf, and when he took a step back, it was a thrust.

Zhao Tie blocked the bayonet and circled with this old devil.

Lao Zhou faced another devil, the devil's body was short, and his arms were not as long as his, and he suffered a big loss in martial arts.

In addition, Lao Zhou's martial arts skills are not too good, and he is not used to using forward stabbing movements. But he was quick and powerful, and at every turn he picked up his gun horizontally and used it as a stick. This gust of wind can also scare the devil back a few steps.

"Kill!" Zhao Tie shouted and stabbed the devil, and after the two people's weapons came into contact, the devil tried to swing Zhao Tie's weapon away.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Tie's gun couldn't be opened at all as if it was made of iron, and in a panic, Zhao Tie had already turned the devil's bayonet aside.

"Ah......h

Lao Zhou dodged the devil's bayonet, suddenly let go of the gun with both hands, clamped his arm hard, clamped the devil's gun head under his armpit, and smashed it into the devil's face with a punch.

Blood spurted out of the devil's mouth and nose, and several broken teeth fell to the ground. Lao Zhou then kicked the devil in the lower body, and the sound of the balls bursting made the devil's screams come to an abrupt end.

Lao Zhou was just about to bend down to pick up the gun, but a devil had already rushed over with a bayonet, and two guerrillas hurriedly stepped forward to stop the devil.

With a flash of pulling and stabbing, the devil stabbed a team member. And Lao Zhou also picked up the spear and resisted this devil with another team member.

"Phew!" A single shot did not attract much attention on the battlefield.

Shen Chen killed the nearest devil with one shot, and then ran forward for more than ten meters, and he had already reached the edge of the battlefield.

You know, even with a pistol, it's not easy to hit a figure and a moving enemy.

However, this is not a big problem for Shen Chen. Although long-range sniping is his strength, he is also handy with a pistol in close combat.

In Shanghai, he used a pistol to kill many enemies, making his opponents fearful.

"Phew!" Shen Chen fired a bullet at another enemy in a standard shoulder-fire stance.

The devil who was in the upper hand suddenly shook, and then fell down weakly, making the Shen platoon leader who was struggling with the devil let out a sigh of relief, sweat flowing through his eyes, blurring his vision.

Shen Chen squatted down and turned and shot again.

The two people in the staggered killing fell a devil, and the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, who were highly nervous, were still unconscious, and gave this devil a bayonet.

Shen Chen didn't rush into the crowd, he just turned to the side, but after he knocked down a few devils in a row, the liberated warriors undoubtedly increased the balance of his own victory.

The soldiers on both sides are consumed quickly, and the rest of the people who can catch and fight are all powerful characters.

The total number of people on both sides of the scuffle was only a few dozen, but for the surviving team members, today's battle was unforgettable

A devil found Shen Chen, who was sneaking in, and rushed up with a scream.

"Bah, bah!" Shen Chen turned around and squatted, and both shots were nailed to the devil's chest, immediately stopping the devil's footsteps.

Zhao Tie met his opponent again, this is a devil officer, wielding a saber, fierce and fearless of death.

The two of them glared at each other, and with a flash of cold light, Zhao Tie took the lead in attacking. The devil's saber opened Zhao Tie's bayonet, and slashed at Zhao Tie's head with a lightning swing.

Zhao Tie was taken aback by this speed and hurriedly retreated. Before he could make another stabbing action, the devil slashed down with another horizontal knife.

When, Zhao Tie raised his gun and blocked the saber, but he didn't watch out for the devil's kick, which hit him in the chest, he staggered back and almost fell.

The devil took a step forward, raised his knife and slashed again, Zhao Tie hadn't adjusted his body yet, and he saw that it was very dangerous.

Phew, Bah! Two gunshots rang out, and the devil's posture of raising the knife instantly froze, and he looked down at the blood oozing from his chest, glaring in shock and anger, but slowly knelt down, and the saber fell weakly.

Bang! Shen Chen bent slightly, the box cannon was firmly on his shoulder, and continued to shoot at the devil.