Chapter 798: Driving the Pigs to the Ring

The counterattack of the Chinese army frightened the Japanese army.

They are not afraid of death, but they have long been accustomed to fighting fiercely with the Chinese army under the cover of artillery fire and aircraft.

When the Japanese officer found that his troops had lost control, he agreed in his heart with the words shouted by the soldier who didn't know which one it was: "Hurry back, let's fight them again during the day!" ”

He really didn't know that the original perpetrator of this shout was a Chinese soldier, and if he knew that it was a Chinese soldier shouting, he would not retreat if he was killed.

A radical nation, a nation called livestock by the Chinese, cannot be said to be bloody, but they are absolutely wild, especially since they are still the third division and sixth division of the Japanese 11th Army, and they have been and are the main force of the Japanese army on the Chinese battlefield.

But the same Japanese army was still trapped that night, they did not think that they were repelled by the Chinese army, they thought that they were just retreating.

In fact, their casualties in this night battle were bearable, they just added an adjective called "fast" in front of the retreat, they just turned the retreat into a kind of fast running.

At this time, both Huo Xiaoshan's direct battalion and Wei Jianxing's 30th Regiment took the same action, dozens of charging horns blew again, and bullets poured out like raindrops, as if they were afraid of distancing themselves from the Japanese army.

So when the Japanese army ran fast, the pursuers chased fiercely, and the faster the Japanese ran faster, the pursuers chased more fiercely!

Zheng Youjian was panting behind with his grenadiers chasing after the team in front at this time.

Zheng Youjian has lost weight now, but compared with the vast majority of soldiers, there is no doubt that his age is there, the average age of the officers and soldiers of Huo Xiaoshan's battalion is twenty-two or three years old, you let him, who is close to the age of confusion, race against the young men, he is really not an opponent.

In the original consistent charging process, Zheng Youjian never took anything but his Canadian picker, but today he inserted the gun back into the holster, and instead took a telephone in his hand.

The telephone line on the telephone was connected to a bundle of telephone wires carried on the shoulders of a soldier behind him, and the soldiers behind him followed as they ran.

Behind the soldiers who got the telephone line were Zheng Youjian's grenadiers.

These grenadiers were by no means easier than Zheng Youjian, because the grenadiers had more weight than other arms, and each of them had one more weapon than other arms - grenadiers or grenades.

Many of the grenadiers in the Japanese soldiers were not equipped with guns, and the grenadiers were their weapons, because the little devils had such confidence, and they had strong firepower, and they could protect their grenadiers.

If you kill a hundred little devils, you will never get a hundred guns, because there are a small number of people who don't use guns.

However, compared with other armies of the same level, there are nearly 30 more grenadiers in the battalion, and if you want to take this grenadier, you must also take the grenade, and the rifle can fight with a bayonet without bullets, but what is the grenadier without a grenade, is it a blowtorch for cooking?

But you can't just use grenadiers and grenades, and sometimes they need to be infantry in battle, so you have to have a rifle, and the bullets have to be carried on two bases.

Because of this, from Zheng Youjian to his grenadiers, it was very tiring to chase the people in front of them with all their might.

But at this time, Zheng Youjian didn't care, still shouting, "No one can fall behind, all keep up!" ”

"No, no, no, change!" The taxi carrying the large bundle of telephone lines shouted, so other soldiers hurriedly handed over the weapons in their hands to others, carried the bundle of telephone lines handed over to them, and ran.

This time he ran too quickly, and Zheng Youjian was also in a hurry, the telephone he was carrying was very important, originally at the beginning of the battle, their grenadiers were covering in the back, it was a beat slower than others, if they let people get rid of them in the process of charging, it would delay a big thing!

Finally, just when Zheng Youjian felt that his little heart was about to pop out of his throat, the sound of the trumpet finally sounded again.

As a result, all the Nationalist officers and soldiers who were chasing the Japanese army in front of them came to the brakes sharply and began to lie down on the spot, and all the machine guns and rifles were erected.

At this time, they had chased almost a kilometer from the position where they had launched the attack!

They chased them from the fortified position to a paddy field, from which the Japanese had run out.

Zheng Youjian had now forgotten that he was about to lose his breath, and ran forward again, finally running to the front of the pursuit team, and was still out of breath shouting: "Huo boy, Huo boy, where are you in Gada?" ”

"What about this Gada, where is this Gada!" Zheng Youjian didn't pay attention to the reply, and the voice sounded in front of him, and a hand grabbed him.

This pull directly pulled Zheng Youjian down, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks.

This is not because of how hard Huo Xiaoshan used, anyone who has had the experience of running out of breath knows that at that time, people had no heel under their feet, and the people next to them might fall as long as they touched it.

"Hey! Ay! Oh, I'm dripping! I'm tired of being fat! Zheng Youjian said on the ground holding the telephone, and then he was busy and asked, "Did anyone send it out?" ”

"Sent out, sent out!" Huo Xiaoshan hurriedly replied.

Zheng Youjian was relieved and stopped talking, just sitting on the ground like a windmill and gasping for breath.

The pursuit of the troops has stopped, but this does not mean that the gunfire has stopped, and there are still soldiers in front of the pursuing troops from time to time shooting.

Just pay a little attention and you will find that the shot was not fired below the height, and the trajectory in the dark night was all high.

"How are you shooting? Where's the booming birds?! "This is the voice of a reckless man.

He's a veteran, he's not a veteran, as long as he's not stupid, he can see that all the bullets fired in the direction of the Japanese army are high.

So, he picked up his middle and pulled the trigger with his head in front of him.

But at the moment when he pulled the trigger, a subordinate suddenly reached out from the side and put it on his gun, so his gun also went high.

"What? What are you doing? "The reckless man is a little anxious.

"The leader let go high, there are our people in front!" It was Hanzi who held his gun, and Hanzi usually operated the heavy machine gun himself, usually in the back.

But today's battle was an offensive with no advance or retreat, so he also rushed to the front with a light machine gun.

"Huh?! Yes! Only then did the reckless man remember that he seemed to have heard Huo Xiaoshan shout a few words just now, but he was addicted to chasing devils and forgot about it.

"If you hurt our own people, the leaders won't pick your skin!" This time the person who spoke was a dung ball, and he had short calves but he ran behind before rushing up, but he also knew what was going on, so he reprimanded the reckless man.

The reckless man knew that he was at a loss, so he didn't dare to speak up.

"Almost, the word stops shooting!" Huo Xiaoshan ordered.

So soon the gunfire on the side of the battalion directly under him stopped, and as soon as he stopped on his side, the gunfire of Wei Jianxing's troops also stopped one after another.

The Japanese army had already run away, and for a moment, the battlefield where the guns and artillery were roaring suddenly became silent.

A soldier said something in the dark, but the officer stopped him directly.

So, except for the choking smoke in the air, the whole battlefield seemed to be exactly the same as that peacetime night.

After about ten minutes, there was a sharp and slight sound of footsteps ahead.

"Password!" Huo Xiaoshan's question came from the darkness.

"Catch the pigs in the pen!" The password was correct, it was the voice of the small stone lock.

At this moment, Zheng Youjian's little heart, which had already taken a breath through rest, jumped inexplicably.

Here it comes! Look at my fat man! Zheng Youjian suddenly stood up from the ground.