Cui Xiaodong, who was on the roof in the distance, waved his arm vigorously, and the latter gave an order, and the four light machine guns that had been waiting on the roofs on both sides of the street opened fire together. The four light machine guns and more than 20 38 rifles opened fire fiercely at the Japanese soldiers on the street, and the intertwined barrage was almost impenetrable, forming a fire frenzy, and the bullets that penetrated the Japanese soldiers' bodies hit the streets and pierced through the ash pillars.

A large area of blood mist rose continuously, and in the midst of screams and roars, not only the Japanese soldiers on the streets suffered heavy casualties, but also the soldiers of the Nationalist army who were shot rolled down from the rooftops onto the streets from time to time. "Withdraw, let's go." Cui Xiaodong saw Qin Feng waving his arm in the distance again, so he repeatedly urged the national soldiers on the roof to withdraw from the battle. Leave with one blow and not fight with the Japanese army, this is what Qin Feng specially explained to Cui Xiaodong and Liu Dazhuang before the battle began.

Although Qin Feng relied on the map gathered before the war to ambush the Japanese army, the combat effectiveness of the soldiers of the national army was still inferior to that of the Japanese army on the whole, and with only four light machine guns and dozens of Japanese-style rifles, all Qin Feng could do was to take advantage of it and withdraw. Once they get carried away and get involved with the Japanese army, the Japanese army, which has eased up, will definitely not really take advantage of these national soldiers.

The soldiers of the Nationalist Army, carrying light machine guns and rifles, jumped down from the roof like dumplings, and under the response of Liu Dazhuang and them, they quickly got rid of the pursuing Japanese soldiers and disappeared into an alley according to the route set by Qin Feng in advance. The Japanese army lost three light tanks and at least 40 soldiers, naturally they would not let go of Cui Xiaodong and them easily, and if they retreated, they naturally chased them, seeing that the stragglers in front of them fled into an alley, and more than 30 Japanese soldiers who were in hot pursuit also chased after them.

"Da Da" Dense gunfire rang out in the originally empty alley, and the scorching trajectory covered the large group of Japanese soldiers who rushed into the alley, and Yamamoto, who followed the back of the line, narrowly escaped with his life. At the moment when the blood mist rose, Yamamoto pounced on the alley with a dog's gnawing action, and the swishing bullets grazed his back, and Yamamoto, who was lying on the ground, did not dare to look up.

Yamamoto was a veteran, so he could naturally hear that there were at least four light machine guns firing in the alley, and in such a dense fire, Yamamoto did not think that the 38 rifle in his hand would have a chance to return fire. The gunfire was as dense as raindrops, and the other party didn't seem to care about the consumption of ammunition at all, and Yamamoto could only imagine himself as a dead corpse at the moment, quietly lying at the entrance of the alley and not daring to move.

The strong feeling that a bullet would hit him in the next second began to torment Yamamoto's senses and challenge his endurance, especially the groaning bullets flying from a distance and grazing his back, making Yamamoto's heart completely suspended, and even an instinctive urine intended to stimulate the bladder.

The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke gradually dissipated, Yamamoto waited for a while before subconsciously raising his head and shaking his head, he suddenly felt that his action was the same as a puppy shaking his body and throwing water, but he did not have the calmness and calmness of a puppy at all. However, looking at the messy position and the companions who fell in a pool of blood, no one can really calm down. The alley had fallen silent, the light machine guns that had released too much ammunition were long gone, and if it weren't for the fact that Yamamoto had too many corpses and blood in front of him, he wouldn't have believed that a one-sided battle had just taken place here.

There was the sound of military boots stomping on the ground behind him, and Yamamoto, who was still lying on the ground, knew that it was the follow-up soldier who followed up, and Yamamoto, who was worried about being punished by his superiors, simply gritted his teeth and crossed his heart, and shot into the alley almost without aiming. The sound of the rifle seemed a little scattered in the already empty alley, but Yamamoto didn't care, he just wanted to let the officers who followed him see that he was still fighting.

Yamamoto didn't care if the bullet he had just shot killed the enemy, and fired three bullets in succession, and when there was a clear sound of footsteps behind him, Yamamoto, who had already gotten up from the ground and was half-kneeling, gasped for breath and stopped. The soldier who appeared on his side avoided Yamamoto and rushed into the alley, and Yamamoto deliberately slowed down the reloading motion, deliberately deaf to the increasingly clear shouts of killing, until Yamamoto heard the voice of the squad leader, and then continued to aim his gun at the other end of the alley.

The alley was filled with the strange smell of gunsmoke, mud, and blood, and the pressure on the nasal cavity and lungs far exceeded the fear of death, and with a strong cough, Yamamoto stood up with his rifle in hand. Taking another deep breath, Yamamoto was about to follow the squad leader into the alley, but the bearded squad leader suddenly fell backwards and sat down. Yamamoto, who wanted to make a good impression on the team leader, was about to reach out to pull the team leader, but when he saw the team leader's head with a missing corner, Yamamoto's arm that was already there suddenly froze.

Before coming to this muddy field devastated by countless artillery fire, Yamamoto had never felt that life and death were so close. Taking a deep breath, and then taking a deep breath, Yamamoto grabbed his gun with the fear that had penetrated into his bones before the other officers appeared. There were a few times when Yamamoto felt that he was not afraid of battle in his bones, and that he could be a good soldier. But now, Yamamoto, whose legs couldn't stop trembling, suddenly found that he was afraid of death.

The alley was already bleeding, and the seriously wounded and undead Imperial soldiers were screaming uncontrollably, and the ambulance soldiers who followed up called for their companions to help carry the wounded out of the alley, but they were hit by bullets from a distance one after another. In Qin Feng's opinion, regardless of the ambulance soldiers or the Japanese soldiers who have already directed their weapons, as long as the Japanese soldiers set foot on Chinese soil, they should leave China in one way, that is, they should be sent back to China in a body bag or urn.

300 meters, such a distance is not for anyone to hit the target, when Cui Xiaodong and his group of national soldiers were busy digging pits and burying oil drums in the street, Qin Feng shot at the Japanese soldiers on the other side of the alley one after another. It was just a small alley, and more than 200 Japanese soldiers were blocked at the end of the alley, and the monotonous but not pause-free gunfire at the end of the alley was simply a note of urgency, and the Japanese soldiers who dared to rush into the alley were all corpses or seriously wounded who fell to the ground.

The appearance of seriously wounded people is not that Qin Feng's marksmanship is not good, it is just his intention, on the one hand, he wants to use the seriously wounded to exert coercion on the other side, and on the other hand, he lures other Japanese soldiers to rush into the alley to save people. The Japanese soldiers who were seriously injured in the alley were the bait left by Qin Feng, luring other Japanese soldiers to come and die in order to save people, only ten minutes later, the alley was already lying with layers of corpses of Japanese soldiers.