But no matter what he called, those devils just wouldn't get up.

"Yaga, what's going on?" Kawabe Shozo put down the command knife and stopped putting on his cool look, he couldn't understand it a little. Just ask the chief of staff next to him.

The chief of staff of the devil only heard sporadic gunfire from time to time on the position, and he broke out in a cold sweat and felt cold all over his body. That's when he remembered that it was impossible for Nakajima to disappear for no reason. The more than 20,000 warriors brought by others are gone, and this little person is a fart?

He replied in a trembling voice: "General, general, the situation is not very good! Our fighters may, probably, something is wrong. ”

Kawabe Shozo frowned, picked up the binoculars and looked at it.

At this time, the heavy firepower on the position of the Eighth Route Army had already received in the trenches, and it was completely collected after the battle.

And what Shozo saw by the river was scattered more than 1,000 roads, shooting at those moving devils with guns.

And many of the devils on the ground have been broken into parts, and the intact ones have been shot several times in their bodies, and they are all too dead to die.

Shozo's hands holding the binoculars were trembling.

"Yaga, why is this happening? Why is this happening? How is this possible? Kawabe Shozo had no way to accept this reality at all, and the whole person sat on the ground at once.

And the devil's artillery position here, there is only one squadron of devils stationed, but there are a lot of artillery, they are specially increased by King Hatohiko of the Asaka Palace to support, there are many guns, many people, and a lot of ammunition.

Chen Bo had already led people to surround him, and more than a thousand people surrounded hundreds of devils.

The devils are still dozing in the sun.

Under Chen Bo's order, the soldiers began to practice marksmanship with devils, and a soldier could shoot at most two shots, and the devils were all lying on the ground.

Fighters with slower hands can only shoot once, and after another boring, there is no goal.

This fully reflects the importance of ordinary training, marksmanship must be accurate, hands and eyes must be fast, but also pay attention to cooperation, if everyone is aiming at the same person, then the marksmanship is useless.

At the same time, Huang Feng took Long Aotian and Wolf Sheng, Zhang Chong and Gao Dameng, a total of five people, to touch down on a mountain on the third side of the river, and only stopped when they came to the foot of the mountain.

"Three hundred meters, the king of killing ghosts, wolf sheng, Zhang Chong, a squadron of devils, I will watch you perform." Huang Feng said to them.

"Hey, hey! Just look at it! After Long Aotian finished speaking, he stretched out his gun.

Gao Da was in a hurry, brandishing the Type 92 heavy machine gun in his arms and whispering: "Brother Feng, why do you only use a rifle?" As soon as we passed, it was all abrupt. ”

Huang Feng leaned against a big rock, took out a cigarette, and said, "Okay! Remember to leave some practice marksmanship for others! ”

"Huh." Gao Da Meng excitedly mounted the heavy machine gun on a large rock.

Hebian was sitting on the ground in despair, and his guards hurriedly came to help him.

"Bumper ......"

After a few shots, a few people from Hebei Zhengsan's guards lay down. The devil who was not shot immediately looked at the place where the gunshots sounded.

"Dada......"

Dozens more fell at once.

"I'll torture." Long Aotian hit two, and when he saw the devil fall down one by one, he couldn't help scolding, looked sideways at Gao Dameng, and shouted: "Big man, leave some for us!" ”

As if he hadn't heard, Gao Dameng focused on firing his heavy machine gun, holding it in his right hand and reloading it with his left hand......

"it." Long Aotian hurriedly started shooting, trying to kill a few more.

The devils wanted to fight back at first, but as soon as the tall and fierce Type 92 heavy machine gun rang out, seeing that the heavy machine gun of the other people hit so accurately, they didn't even have the heart to resist, and they fled for their lives by the river, but they couldn't escape fifty meters, and they all fell to the ground.

Hebian Zhengsan was pressed to the ground by the devil guards, but he was not shot, he was just about to get up and run for his life, Wolf Sheng and Zhang Chong were the first to find out. Long Aotian and Gao Dameng are also unambiguous.

"Bump."

"Bump."

"Bump."

"Dada......"

Three bullets hit him in the head almost at the same time, and several holes were also punched by the bullets, and Kawabe Shozo lay on the ground without saying a word.

"Alas! Whose credit is this? Gao Da muttered violently.

"I hit first, of course it's mine." Wolf Sheng replied.

"But, it's clear that I hit it first! It should be mine. Zhang Chong was unconvinced.

"I've hit the most guns, and it should be mine." Gao Dameng was not convinced. Brush up and stand up and want to fight alone, he thinks that he must be the most awesome in terms of fighting.

"Brush." The two also stood up, as if trying to solve the problem by force.

A gunshot rang out, and Huang Feng killed a devil who was still dead and was holding a gun to shoot them.

Turning his head sideways to a few stunned people, he said, "Everyone has a big demerit." ”

After speaking, he picked up a gun and stepped forward to look for the devil who was not dead.

A few people don't fight, fight for a fart! didn't fight for the merit, but fought for one of each person, and it was the kind that didn't even dare to argue, if it wasn't for Huang Feng, I don't know who was shot?

"Hey, hey!" Long Aotian smiled and kept up with Huang Feng's footsteps, because he didn't fight, and he didn't stand up. The demerit certainly has nothing to do with him.

"it." The three of them frustrated themselves with their guns and kept up, and they also knew that they had made a lot of mistakes.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army on the battlefield saw Huang Feng and they had solved the devils, so they came over to clean up the battlefield.

The harvest of this battle was good, not to mention a few thousand guns, there were more than a dozen field guns, there were still many shells, and the trophies of a reinforced brigade of the devil were piled up like a hill, and Nakajima's division and regiment were also scattered and got a lot.

Brigadier Chen can't find the north anymore and has become a rich man! Now he can show his face, and when he thinks that the entire Eighth Route Army will use the guns they captured in the future, he smiles.

Looking at the severed heads of Nakajima Isago and Kawabe Shozo, Huang Feng asked Brigade Commander Chen, "These two heads are very valuable, can they be sold?" ”

Although Nakajima was burned to death, his head was well protected, thanks to his guards who helped him block the fire when the incendiary grenade came at him, and he was implicated in the fire on his guards.

Brigade Commander Chen asked, "How to sell it?" And invented the code telegram to the devil? ”

Huang Feng: "Of course, since they are all famous, they don't care about being famous one more time, this is money!" Is it just used to feed the dogs? ”

Brigade Commander Chen: "What if the old devil not only doesn't give money to King Hatohiko of the Xiang Palace, but comes directly to us desperately?" ”

Huang Feng: "No, it's not just a matter of a head, it's about the morale of the devil, the devil is most afraid of being cut off, what they buy is not the head, it's morale." So they didn't dare not buy it, even if they didn't want it, Jiang Da would want it. ”

Brigade Commander Chen thought for a while and said, "Sell, damn, don't you want to be rich?" We're all poor and crazy, what do you love, we'll beat him up when you come. ”

"Okay," Huang Feng said as if he had made up his mind, "Then let's do it again." ”

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