The devils are in action, and the Eighth Route Army is also guarding to the death.

Liu Nian, the third squad leader of the third company and one platoon of the second battalion of the independent regiment, is a veteran who has been in the army for two years, and he has fought dozens of battles, not to mention dozens of battles, and this kind of battle in a good place to wait for the enemy to appear is also the most fought by them.

Practice makes perfect, so he didn't think it was any different from other battles, it was nothing more than that the chief was under their mountain, and they had to stare here to the death, even if they died, they all had to die here.

Spend a night of vigilance in the trenches, wake up in the morning and eat some dry food with water, and the soldiers lie down in the trenches and wait boredly.

Of course, as the backbone of the veteran, the third squad leader did not relax, and his eyes were staring at the cliff in front of him to guard against the enemy's sneak attack.

The political commissar confessed that he wanted to guard against the sneak attack of a small group of enemies, and pointed out that this was most likely the group of devils who had beaten the independent regiment in Yang Village.

Liu Nian was even more vigilant at this point, the second battalion that fought the most with the devils that night, and the second battalion suffered the greatest loss.

Liu Nian also fought with this group of enemies, and a centipede-shaped scar on his neck was burned by the devil's bullet.

He still can't forget the special nature of this group of devils, all of them have machine guns in their hands, and their firepower is not ordinarily fierce. What's more, the marksmanship of this group of little devils is very accurate, I feel that they are all sharpshooters, and all the bullets are beckoned to the head, and it is no problem for one person to fight a squad of the Eighth Route Army.

Even the grenades they use are different from other devils, almost all of them are god pitchers, and the little Japanese melon grenades are almost as good as mortars in their hands.

For such a little devil, no amount of caution can be overstated.

Suddenly, several flying claws leaped into his sight and landed on the edge of the cliff. Liu Nian was suddenly excited, and hurriedly pushed the soldiers beside him, and whispered: "The devil is here, ready to shoot." ”

Seeing that Liu Nian was not the only one flying claw, with the reminder of the other military backbones, all the soldiers were ready to shoot, and the muzzles of their guns were aimed at the top of the flying claws.

The sound of squirming kept coming, and after dozens of seconds, the black and faint helmets of the five little devils appeared in their field of vision.

After all, political commissar Zhao Gang still lacked experience in fighting and did not settle down in advance. One of the soldiers was anxious, and when he saw the shadow of a helmet, he directly pulled the trigger and fired the first shot. The other warriors followed, and a burst of gunfire splashed dozens of dusts on the edge of the cliff, and not a single victory was taken.

The little devil who retracted his head is not worthy of the name of his special forces. With a submachine gun in one hand, he fired at it, and a wave of fire suppression. Then he took advantage of this gap to take off the grenade on his body and threw it into the trench accurately.

The crackling gunfire was instantly muted, more than two dozen soldiers were killed or wounded, and the other soldiers were also dizzy, and they couldn't fight back for a while.

Several devils took advantage of this opportunity to jump up, half-crouched down towards the first trench, and the fighters who were still fighting back made a few point shots, and more than a dozen outcropping fighters fell to the ground in response, and their heads were all smashed into blood gourds.

Zhao Gang stayed in the second trench, and the shock in his heart was beyond words. In just two minutes, a platoon of fighters was reimbursed, and the first trench in this direction fell into the hands of the enemy, but they didn't even throw a wave of grenades!

The little devil stood firm, and the opportunity to strike from top to bottom with grenades no longer existed.

Zhao Gang could only command the soldiers of the second trench to continue to fight back, nailing this group of enemies here. The light and heavy machine guns opened fire in unison, and the little devils who were still rushing forward fell to the ground three or four in the blink of an eye.

Before it was Zhao Gang's turn to be happy, the devil who climbed up in the follow-up had already arrived in front of him, and the submachine gun shooter with an accurate distance of 100 meters was not a joke. A devil shook the muzzle of his gun and swept it, and the fighters who climbed on the sandbags and shot had to fall down three or four.

After a few waves of strafing, another half platoon of fighters was knocked down. Zhang Qiang, the commander of the third company, had red eyes, and before the battle had started for ten minutes, half of his third company had been killed or wounded.

This is not a string of cold numbers, but a comrade-in-arms and brothers in the morning and twilight, how can he be indifferent!

He pushed away the machine gunner who had fallen next to the light machine gun, exposing most of his body to the light machine gun, and firing wildly at the advancing little devils.

Dada~~~

The drift of a few blood mist added another red color to the battlefield full of gunsmoke, and at the same time stained his eyes red.

Pop, the 20 rounds of the Czech light machine gun had already been exhausted, and the fingers of the three company commanders pressed the trigger tightly, and it only made the machine gun make a soft sound of pulling the trigger empty.

It's just that he didn't have a chance to change the magazine anymore, and what filled his eyes with blood was not only the little devil, but also the blood flowing from his head.

"Three Company Commanders, Three Company Commanders!"

Zhao Gang shouted twice unwillingly, and his heart was already full of grief. People can be ruthless if they are not grass and trees, and the comrades-in-arms who get along day and night fall in front of his eyes like this, who can understand the grief in his heart.

Revenge for comrades-in-arms is not yet at this time. More important is the task of protecting the organs of the headquarters.

"Correspondent!"

"Here."

The little warrior, known as Scud, squatted beside Zhao Gang, waiting for his order.

Zhao Gang said viciously: "Xiao Li, you ask the third battalion commander to take a company of soldiers to cover the chief's retreat, and tell him that if something happens to the chief, he won't come back!" ”

"Yes, Commissar."

Looking at the back of the scud leaving quickly, Zhao Gang quickly cleaned up his mood and shouted to the soldiers: "Don't cherish the bullets of light and heavy machine guns, give me a hard beating of these sons of bitch." ”

As he spoke, he picked up a light machine gun and fired a beautiful splash shot, and the two little devils in front were swept down on the spot, and the little devils in the back also hurriedly fell to the ground to avoid this wave of accurate fire.

At the first trench, Liu Nian opened his hazy eyes and wiped the blood on his face casually. The little devil's wave of grenades just now was very strong, and it directly stunned him.

Moreover, he felt pain all over his body now, his body felt as if he had been hammered again, and he didn't need any strength at all. Listening to the enemy's gunshots, Liu Nian didn't dare to make too many movements, just raised his head slightly and observed the battlefield with the corner of his eye.

He seemed to be the only one of the brothers in the first row of trenches who could move, the commander of the third company fell next to the machine gun and his face was covered in blood, and the commissar was holding a machine gun and suppressing the enemy's fire.

Although the brothers of the 2nd Battalion worked hard, the effect of killing and wounding was not satisfactory, and often several shots did not achieve results, but they were killed by the enemy's submachine guns because they showed their heads.

From the bottom of the cliff, the little devils kept climbing, and a steady stream of manpower came up, and although the seven or eight little devils between the two trenches were suppressed and couldn't move, there was no danger for the time being. But when the reinforcements behind the enemy came up, it would be difficult for the commissar to resist it.

Thinking of the dead brothers, the desperate political commissar, and the chief under the mountain, Liu Nian turned his heart sideways, collected the grenades scattered around him, leaned against the trenches on the other side of the cliff, and kept throwing the grenades out of the strings.

Bang, bang, bang,

The little devil was only on guard against the enemy in front of him, and he didn't expect that there was an enemy behind him, and several little devils were blown up defenseless.

The remaining little devils hesitated, isn't the enemy in front of us? Why is there still behind him?

In the few seconds that were used to react like this, Liu Nian finished throwing the grenade, and then used the rifle he picked up to call the devil one by one from behind.

Syllable~

The bullet hit the devil in the back of the heart, and a little devil who has been selected layers and mastered a variety of skills is so reimbursed.

Although Liu Nian has achieved a lot of results, the gunfire has already revealed his position, a little devil sandwiched between the two positions, turning around towards him is a series of three point shots, the devil no longer has to worry about being caught between two sides, but their attack this time was also disturbed by Liu Nian.

Taking advantage of the great reduction in the firepower of the little devils, a burst of grenades exploded a barrier, and the commander of the second company led two platoons to drive the devils away and reoccupy the first trench. But the devil has already established himself on the edge of the cliff, and this trench can only delay for some time.

Before Zhao Gang could breathe a sigh of relief, Shen Quan, the commander of the second battalion, ran and said: "Political commissar, the devil is coming from the direction of the cliff again, and the third battalion is almost unable to withstand it." ”

Zhao Gang was immediately angry: "If you can't stand it, you have to give it to me, you can't let a devil pass through here." ”

Shen Quan also knew the importance of this mission, but if he let a devil pass, the chief would be in danger.

Back on the cliff, he didn't stop for a moment. With a death squad holding a machine gun, he launched a counter-charge against the enemy.

The bullets were everywhere, the bayonets were red, the death squads of the two squads all fell to the ground, Shen Quan swept down three or four enemies, and he himself was shot four times, and he could not wake up again.

Fortunately, he did not lose his promise to the political commissar, and the devil left seven or eight corpses to be temporarily repulsed, and his life was worth it.

The third battalion relied on the unpaid firepower and the brave and fearless spirit of the soldiers, and the Yamamoto commando was temporarily repulsed, and the two armies formed a stalemate at a distance of about 100 meters.

It's just that the commanders of the two armies know that although the Eighth Route Army has a large number of people, the inferior equipment and the quality of the soldiers are much worse, and they can't hold out for long.

However, Yamamoto Kazuki has absolute confidence in this, he thinks that it is just some trivial trouble, and in half an hour at most, he can defeat the group in front of him. Then he appeared in front of the commander-in-chief of the Eighth Route Army like a divine soldier, ending the life of the leader of the Eighth Route who had caused them countless troubles.

At this moment, Yamamoto Xiaolu ran over in a panic with the radio on his back: "Sir, sir!" ”

Kazuki Yamamoto reprimanded: "What are you panicking about, what happened?" ”

"Sir, Lieutenant General Yoshio Suzuka is going to speak to you directly." Yamamoto Xiaolu was trembling when he spoke, and there would be no good news if the supreme governor wanted to talk in person.

Kazuki Yamamoto didn't think there would be any problems, and he said with a big grin: "I'm Yamamoto, and I'm in some small trouble. ”

The bad news came, and Lieutenant General Yoshio Suzuka's order could only make him say yes again and again, Yamamoto Kazuki was shocked and a little helpless.

He could only obey the order, and said unwillingly: "Withdraw." ”

This time, the mission ended without a hitch.