The devil soldiers didn't notice the district team, but their actions were all in the sight of the district team.

Two crooked light machine guns in two infantry squads, six Czech light machine guns in two machine gun squads, and one Czech light machine gun in Sun Weiguo's hand.

A total of nine light machine guns, together with more than thirty rifles, were already aimed at these devil soldiers who were frantically chasing the retreating soldiers of the special service battalion.

The soldiers of the district squad stabilized their emotions, and according to the shooting skills taught to them by Sun Weiguo, they aimed at the attacking devil soldiers at three points and one line.

After more than 100 devil soldiers crossed the trench, the two infantry guns stopped firing.

Japanese riflemen alternately covered the charge, machine-gun shooters, grenadiers followed closely behind.

Sun Weiguo held the trigger of the machine gun, and he aimed at the devil soldiers who were gradually approaching the house, and he calmly calculated the distance between the two sides.

Two hundred meters, one hundred and eighty meters, one hundred and fifty meters, one hundred meters!

When Sun Weiguo counted to a hundred meters, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Four machine-gun bullets shot out, and the bullets quickly slashed through the air, accurately hitting the bodies of the three ghost soldiers.

The three devil soldiers who rushed to the front were caught off guard, and their bodies fell to the ground, blood flowing down the wounds on their bodies.

The sound of gunfire is an order, and the soldiers of the district squad heard the sound of gunfire here from Sun Weiguo, and they quickly pulled the trigger.

Two machine-gun squads deployed at opposite ends of a row of houses quickly opened fire, and six Czech light machine guns formed a network of crossfire.

The Japanese who wanted to dodge had nowhere to dodge, and the bullets rained down on the attacking devil soldiers.

One of the ghost soldiers was quickly hit by a bullet, and their bodies fell to the ground without warning.

The devil soldiers, who had not been directly killed, fell to the ground and wailed in pain, and four medical officers belonging to the Maruyama squadron braved machine gun fire to the front line to treat the wounded.

The machine gun shooters of the two infantry squads were not willing to show weakness, they also held their breath in their hearts, and they also wanted to show themselves in front of Sun Weiguo.

Nine light machine guns fired at the same time, and the bullets were fired as if they didn't need money.

If the heads of the military divisions saw this scene here, I am afraid that they would have scolded their mothers a long time ago, and even the main force of the Eighth Route Army would not dare to consume bullets like this.

A volley of guns rang out inside the house, and the helpless devil soldiers who were hit by machine guns were aimed and fired by riflemen.

The devil soldiers fell to the ground one after another like wheat harvesters.

The Japanese machine gun shooters and grenadiers, who were killed by a hail of bullets before they could set up their machine guns and grenadiers.

A Japanese grenadier managed to set up the grenadier, and the ammunition man hurriedly placed the grenade in the barrel.

But before the grenadier could take a rough aim, two machine-gun bullets landed him in the chest.

The smell of blood and gunsmoke filled the air, and the row of houses in front of Maruyama's squadron became an insurmountable barrier for them.

Captain Maruyama, who was still wielding a saber, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the fire from the house.

He had seen with his own eyes that the Eighth Route Army guarding the trenches had retreated, but he never dreamed that there would be the Eighth Route Army in that row of houses.

Looking at the strong machine-gun fire, Captain Maruyama's face turned pale, and he gradually came to his senses and hurriedly gave the order to retreat.

Of the more than 100 devil soldiers who attacked, half of the corpses were dropped, and only more than 50 people retreated to the trenches in disarray, and fired at the district squad in the house.

The Japanese marksmanship was very accurate, and a row of houses was 300 meters away from the trench, which was the best distance for the Japanese riflemen to show accurate marksmanship.

Sun Weiguo ordered the district squad to stop shooting, and he held a telescope to observe the situation of the Japanese army.

Captain Hasegawa saw the image of the Maruyama squadron retreating in embarrassment, his face was indifferent, and his eyes were eager to erupt with anger.

The dignified Imperial Japanese Army was beaten by the Eighth Route Army and had no room to fight back, and just after contact, it had already lost a squad.

"Captain, Maruyama Squadron has suffered heavy casualties, request tactical guidance."

Hasegawa was immediately approached by a correspondent of the Maruyama squadron, who immediately reported on the needs of Captain Maruyama.

"Yaga!" Hasegawa slapped the correspondent hard.

He drew his saber and roared loudly: "Shoot!" ”

The two Type 92 infantry guns immediately adjusted their angles, they moved their muzzles upward, and the ammunition men quickly loaded the high-explosive shells.

As Hasegawa gave the order, two infantry squads fired a continuous line of houses at a row.

After firing a dozen shells, a row of houses had collapsed, and after seeing this, Hasegawa dispatched an infantry squadron and launched an attack on the house.

"Battalion commander, the little devil fired a shell, and all the houses where the district squad was stationed were destroyed."

A platoon commander of the retreating special service battalion came to the battalion commander Su Yulian, and he said with a sad face, he felt that the district squad should be wiped out.

"The troops quickly entered the house, comrades, the district squad is desperately trying to buy us time for deployment, we can't waste it, we will hit the little devils hard for a while, and avenge the comrades of the district squad." Su Yulian hurriedly raised his binoculars and saw that the government compound and nearby houses had completely collapsed, and he said in a cold tone.

The fighters of the special battalion believed that the district squad had all been sacrificed, and they quickly moved into nearby houses and prepared for battle.

Captain Maruyama, who shared the same thoughts as the soldiers of the special service battalion, became extremely active when he saw that all the houses had collapsed.

Without waiting for the support units behind to arrive, Captain Maruyama held his command knife and personally led the remaining seventy people of his squadron to launch a quick attack.

This time, Captain Maruyama brought all the communicators, orderlies and other personnel of the squadron headquarters, and he wanted to quickly occupy the government compound in Qingcheng Town, so as to atone for his crimes.

More than seventy devil soldiers, led by Captain Maruyama, quickly approached the house, and a hideous smile appeared on their faces.

These little devils all thought that the Eighth Route Army stationed in the house must have been killed by shells, and even if there were still alive, they must have been deeply damaged.

The government compound is in front of you, and the devil soldiers have quickened their pace and occupied the government compound, which means that they have captured Qingcheng Town, which is a great glory.

Captain Maruyama rushed to the front with his saber in his hand, and suddenly, Captain Maruyama's footsteps stopped, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.

He hurriedly took out his binoculars, and he could already vaguely see that there were still people moving in the ruined houses.

Captain Maruyama's telescope was carefully surveyed back and forth in a row of houses, and a light machine gun appeared in his sight.

He hurriedly opened his mouth, he wanted to give the order to retreat, but two bullets hit him in the chest accurately.