Chapter 465: Vulture Volleys His Feet

At this time, the position of the Second Squadron on the mountain was full of killing sounds, gunpowder smoke billowed out, and flames soared into the sky.

When the deputy squadron leader saw that the little devil had rushed to the front of the position, and there were still about twenty meters to go, he was about to rush to the position, he glared at him, jumped up, rushed out from behind the rock, and shouted desperately:

"These bastards are about to rush up, brothers, grenade and hit ......"

Li Xiong led two teams of more than 100 members from the top of the mountain to half the waist. As soon as I came out of the woods halfway up, I originally wanted to give the little devil a surprise attack, but when I looked up, the Japanese halfway up the mountain were gone.

Li Xiong was stunned: "What's the matter?" Did the little devil rush to the top of the mountain? ”

"Chief of Staff, look, the little devil has rushed up, rushed up......" One of the team members had already seen the situation on the top of the mountain, and said nervously and stuttering.

"What? The little devil rushed up? What does the second squadron eat? It's not good, give me a fight, all the guns, give me a fight, machine gun cover, the rest of the people, rush up for me......" Li Xiong saw the scene on the mountain, the two sides were about to fight each other, knowing that it was not good, and he didn't care about finding cover, so he directly took his subordinates and rushed up to the back of the little devil's buttocks.

At this time, the special forces of the Kwantung Army, under the command of Kameda, had already rushed to the front of the hilltop position.

It was just a burst of grenades just now, although it caused seven or eight casualties to himself, but he could hear from the sound of the explosion that there were less than 100 people blocking the team on the top of the mountain. And these people, under the suppression of their own powerful firepower, it is already difficult to stop their own offensive.

Kameda laughed wildly, raised his command knife, and commanded confidently in a loud voice: "The work on the top of the mountain, the work in our hands, the support * of that person, all the takedown, and the convergence of the large army, kill the chicken!" ”

At this time, Kameda was in the lead, and there were still two steps to step into the position. He looked up and saw that there was a blockade with a bayonet, running towards him.

If you want to say that these members of Kameda's team are really unambiguous, if nothing else, just fight the bayonet work, even if it is an ordinary Kwantung Army, it is a common thing to fight with one enemy and two, let alone these people.

Looking at the nominal warrior who rushed towards him, Kameda smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, picked up a 38 style, "bang", withdrew the bullet, and then took a lunge to meet it.

For Kameda, fighting bayonets is just commonplace, not to mention an opponent, even three or five, and it's just a matter of convenience. But before Kameda could stab the bayonet, he heard a sudden burst of gunfire behind him, under the mountain.

"Sudden ......"

"Horn Horn Horn ......"

This time it came down too suddenly: "What kind of work?" What's going on next? Where did the gunshots come from? Kameda was stunned for a moment, shrunk his hands, took back the 38 style that was about to be stabbed, and asked anxiously.

"Report to the captain, the work of the attack under the mountain, the ...... of their accomplices"

"What? Are they accomplices? Bastards, the ones who support the men, the cunning and the cunning, our surrounded, the chickens to give, the ones on the top of the hill, the rush, the work that occupies the top of the mountain. "Kameda is a smart man, and when he sees it, the situation is not good. Behind his ass, a string of bullets hit, and I don't know how many people are rushing over.

At this time, these 200 or so people of their own, attacked on three sides, they can't go down, the gunfire in the southeast is even tighter, and the figure rushing over can already be seen, and now the only way out is to retreat to the west slope, but as a result, they will be chased and beaten, and there is no chance to fight back.

Another way is to rush to the top of the mountain. As long as you occupy the position on the top of the mountain, even if there are more people rushing up below, you are still sure to resist it, and as long as you rush to the top of the mountain and rush down the opposite mountain, it will be the blocking position of the volunteers.

Kameda's brain quickly judged the situation in front of him: there were not too many people attacking this hilltop position, and now it was a hand-to-hand battle, and the bullets could no longer play a big role, and fighting bayonets was his own forte, as long as he rushed forward with a bang and did not want to die, there was still hope for taking the position on the top of the mountain.

And the most beneficial thing for himself is that at this time, the two sides are fighting together, whether it is the reinforcements under the mountain, or the southeast branch, they dare not shoot, because they are afraid of hurting their own people, and the troops on the top of the mountain who have lost their fire support are standing on the same starting line as themselves.

As soon as Kameda figured this, he turned around and picked up the "38 style" in his hand again, ran to the top of the mountain, and rushed to the luck. The position where he was standing now was only a few meters away from the top of the mountain, and if he took a big stride, it would be three or four paces away.

"All of them, bayonet work, kill chickens for ......" Kameda screamed wildly, holding a bayonet, and rushed forward first.

As soon as he rushed up two steps, he faced a volunteer soldier who rushed down, stabbed the opponent's bayonet outward, stepped with his left foot, and at the same time raised the bayonet upward, ran towards the opponent's lower abdomen, and stabbed it.

The volunteer soldier who rushed down from the position was none other than the second squadron leader and deputy squadron leader Cong Dazi, who had already killed the red-eyed man.

Cong Da was stunned and not tall, about 1.74 or 75 meters. Born a hunter. Because of his good health, when he was young, he practiced kung fu with others for several years, especially stick skills, and he had No. 1 in the Volunteer Army, so he was promoted to deputy squadron leader of the Second Squadron of the Special Operations Brigade after joining the Volunteer Army for less than a year.

The "Eight Consecutive Rounds" that Cong Dazi held in his hand had a long range, the lethality of the bullets was great, and the shooting was accurate, but compared with the "38 Style", the gun body was much shorter, and the bayonet on the barrel was not as long as the "38 Style".

Deputy Squadron Leader Cong saw that the captain was gone, and there were not many people left, so he could have a squad, and what was even worse was that the little devil had already rushed up, and after the bullets in the gun were finished. At this time, he didn't care about reloading the bullets, threw two grenades, and rushed down with his gun in his hand.

rushed to the front of the position, bowed his head, and there happened to be a Japanese officer in front of him, Cong Da was stunned and couldn't help but feel happy in his heart: "Lao Tzu wants to find a trainer who is an official." So, without thinking about it, I rushed to Kameda and rushed over.

As soon as the two sides fought, they didn't expect that the Japanese devil would stab and press his gun to one side. The big stunned man pulled his left hand back, trying to bring the body of the gun that had been dialed back over, but before he could make his movements, he saw that the tip of the little devil's bayonet had already stabbed at his lower abdomen.

Anyone who practices martial arts knows that people's lower abdomen and crotch are one of the weakest places. If this is stabbed into it, even if he has great ability, he can only be slaughtered by others.

"Damn, you little devil, you have two strokes, you want to give Lao Tzu a disembowelment. It's not that easy! If I don't give you some color, you don't know that I have three eyes. Cong Dazi was stunned and let go of his left hand on the front of the gun, and his right hand tightly grasped the thinnest part of the gun handle, using the gun as a stick, and slammed it down from the bottom, and then his body quickly went back half a step, and turned on one side, letting Kameda stab the bayonet in the lower abdomen.

I heard a "click", and the barrel of the gun that Cong Da was stunned smashed the body of Kameda's gun.

"Bastard, your cunning and cunning, bayonet fighter, not ......" Kameda staggered, almost fell to the ground. The stab he had just now exerted all the strength of his body, and he wanted to kill Cong Da Dazi with a knife, and then rush to the position. It's just that the big stunned smashed it, and it also used all the strength to eat milk, and it smashed Kameda, and he almost didn't get the gun out of his hand.

"Get out of your grandma, you bastard, you dare to talk nonsense to Grandpa Cong, fuck you, get down......" Cong Da was stunned and didn't recycle the gun, and with the remaining strength of smashing down, he went forward a round, running to Kameda's chest, and it was his turn.

At this time, Kameda just stood firmly, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a spear with a bayonet shining with cold light on the muzzle, rushing towards his chest and smashing it.

"You're not fighting bayonets, bayonets aren't like this......" Kameda scolded loudly, he meant that how could you fight bayonets like this, it was too unsophisticated, and this was not a regular spelling. He shrank back, trying to avoid the attack of the knife and stick.

"Fuck you, Lao Tzu is a gun with a stick, little devil, you can learn more from my grandfather." Cong Da was stunned and strengthened his hands, and he heard a "stab".

Look at Kameda again, although he dodged the gun just now, but it would be better if he didn't hide, anyway, he was wearing an overcoat, even if he was hit by a gun, he wouldn't hurt anywhere, but he dodged, just put his chest out, all the light out, Cong Da Da's gun barrel didn't hit him, but the bayonet on the muzzle of the gun, "stabbed", all of them cut a big hole in the yellow mud coat on Kameda's body, from left to right. If it weren't for the thick clothes worn in winter, this knife would have to be disemboweled.

"Damn, you bastard, I didn't see it, you TMD really has two hits. I'll let you hide, you can get out of here. Cong Da was stunned and didn't wait for Kameda to stand firm, his body jumped, his legs bowed, and he ran to Kameda's upper body, and kicked down.

As soon as this foot came out, I heard a "gaba" sound, and then "poof", this turtle field, let Cong Dazi kick out more than ten meters away, down the hillside, and rolled down.

Cong Da was stunned with this kick, exerted all the strength of his body, and his whole body jumped in the air, and his feet came out together, just kicking on Kameda's chest.