"Bah, bah, bah!"

Piercing gunshots, shouts of killing, and screams rang out.

Under the leadership of Sun Liechen, the soldiers who had already retreated to the gate of the city became more and more courageous, and gradually mixed up with the Mongolian bandits in front of them in close combat.

At this time, the heavy machine gun of the first standard could not exert its firepower, and Bai Yin Tusi, taking advantage of this gap, constantly ordered the soldiers to dismount, and hid in the narrow streets of Jing'an County to conduct street battles to block the soldiers of the patrol battalion behind, and at the same time took advantage of the chaos to continue to flee to the back.

The streets of Jing'an County are very narrow, the houses on both sides are low, except for a few small two-story buildings with a few large car shops and restaurants, most of the others are gray adobe houses, and the Mongolian bandits who remained in charge of the task of blocking can only rely on the low adobe houses to resist the attacks of the officials and troops in turn. Of course, having these adobe walls as shelters is undoubtedly much better than pulling them directly into the field to fight a big battle with the officers and soldiers.

"Fight, kill all these dogs!" Several Mongolian bandits hid behind a chest-high adobe wall, and mounted their guns on the wall to shoot at the officers and soldiers in their sight, which was undoubtedly much more stable than holding them directly in their hands.

In the piercing gunshot, a bloody hole broke out in the head of a bandit, and his body fell directly down.

"Mohan! Han dog on the dog day, Lao Tzu fought with you! A bandit next to him screamed when he saw his companion falling, his eyes were red, he came out of cover with a rifle, and rushed directly towards the soldiers of the patrol battalion opposite.

"Gesang!" Before the other bandits could stop Samba's move, Samba, who had just taken a step or two, was hit in the chest by a bullet and fell to the ground.

Bullets clattered on the top of the low wall, splashing choking dust from time to time, and several Mongolian bandits' heads shrank straight down, and three or four people were shot in the head with the help of tea.

"The marksmanship of the officers and soldiers on the opposite side is inevitably a little too accurate!" A few of the bandits had palpitations.

"You want to die. Keep your body down a little and find cover around and don't rush too fast! Madman Zhang rushed to the front, facing the soldiers beside him, and roared loudly: "Erhu, you take a sentry to copy from the left bread and outflank the past!" ”

"Yes, pipe tape!"

The second tiger rolled forward, and the bullets of the bandits hit the ground beside him, and he got up and ran forward. Walk through the narrow streets.

The 6.8mm Mauser bullets on Zhang's side whizzed to the opposite side, covering Erhu and others who were passing through the street and suppressing the resistance of the bandits.

After Erhu crossed the street with eight people, he had to hold back the Mongolian bandits who resisted the official army brigade. Seven or eight people were not many, but once the harassment in the back was successful, the three battalions led by the madman Zhang in front took the opportunity to press up, and the bandits who relied on the low wall to resist the official army were all finished.

"Kill!" At this time, more than 200 Mongolian bandits were killed in another alley, and just now the Mongolian bandits were scattered in the town, collecting goods. Food, which would want to gather but not so timely.

The more than 300 riders carried shiny Mongolian knives. Although it is a cold weapon, as long as it rushes to the front, with this impulsive Mongolian horse, it is enough to rush the formation of the three battalions on the opposite side.

"Heavy machine guns hit me!" Madman Zhang squinted his eyes and shouted.

The third battalion of Zhang Luozi participated in the defense of the Tumen River some time ago, but it fought with the Japanese in the Tumen River, and its combat effectiveness was not comparable to that of the soldiers of the patrol battalion in front.

"Da Da Da"

The machine gunners on either side skillfully demonstrated their shooting skills, and two dense rains of bullets were intertwined. The 600-round Maxine machine gun ruthlessly harvested the lives of the bandits, and the two machine gunners seemed to be in a killing game at this time.

The narrow road still limited the role of the cavalry. In the space that was not spacious enough, bullets were riddled with bullets, and the bandits' horses neighed and fell to the ground, struggling in pools of blood. Horses are much more vital than people, and one or two shots usually don't kill, but with the power of Maxine's machine gun. Naturally, there is no way to be immune. The Mongolian bandits in front threw themselves on the ground with their men and horses, which greatly hindered the advance speed of the Mongolian bandits behind. The greatest thing about cavalry is its speed, and once it slows down, it loses its lethality. As soon as the speed of these bandits decreased, they undoubtedly became the living rakes of the three battalions.

Screams rang out one after another. The quality of ordnance directly determines the combat effectiveness of a unit, and the guns held by the Mongolian bandits are varied, such as Murata-style rifles, single-shot Martini, Manlixia, and even bird guns, and some people have scimitars in their hands.

And the soldiers of the Eleventh Town on the opposite side are all Mauser 98 rifles, and they are also supported by Maxine heavy machine gun firepower, which is not only a grade better than the guy on hand of the Meng bandits, but also has a lot of bullets.

"Second leader, the firepower of the officers and soldiers is too fierce, the brothers can't stop it, let's withdraw!" Meng Ear, who spoke, had blood spattering blood in his left ear, and the left half of his face was everywhere, looking very hideous. As he spoke, two more people fell to the ground.

"Lao Tzu and this group of officers and soldiers are fighting!" Galpa watched his subordinates who had followed him for many years fall one by one, and he trembled with anger.

On the one hand, the Mongolian bandits are the descendants of Genghis Khan, and they are heroes, and this Mongolian steppe is their home, they come and go freely, and the most important thing is that the government and the court call these people Mongolian bandits, these people are just a group of herdsmen who are dissatisfied with the rulers who casually encroach on the interests of the Mongols, to put it bluntly, the Mongolian bandits can also be said to be the Mongolian rebels, most of these rebels are relatives, they are all related by blood, so once a soldier dies, it is his own relatives, Huge potential can often be exploded.

"Second leader, withdraw, the big leader Baiyin Tusi has already fled towards the east gate with his soldiers, leaving the green mountains behind, not afraid of no firewood, withdraw!"

The more than 20 Mongolian bandits who rushed to the front with Galpa were also shot and fell to the ground like chaff. The road was only six or seven meters wide, and for these Mongolian bandits, the Makqin heavy machine gun was a murderous weapon that was difficult to resist.

"Two leaders, two leaders!" The surrounding bandits screamed and suddenly fell into a panic. Capture the thief and capture the king first, and without a commander, the army will fall into a scattered sand, not to mention these bandits who have not been systematically trained.

"Charge me" Zhang Maniac will not stop attacking because of the panic of the bandits, Zhang Maniac is like a shark smelling blood when he fights, adding a fierce blow to the enemy's fatal wound.

"Retreat, run to the east gate, and follow the big leader to break through to the east gate!" Finally, the bandits reacted, the Maxine machine gun on the opposite side was too powerful, and if they rushed like this, they would be sent to death. (To be continued......)