It's just that this kind of move is used too much, and it won't be effective.

Li Yunlong had already prepared and formed a dense fire net with several heavy machine gun firepower, but whenever the Japanese planes tried to enter the firing position, they would be attacked with the fiercest fire.

After all, pilots don't want to risk their lives to contribute to the army's red deer. They flew to a safe distance, used machine guns to shoot at the approximate position of the Eighth Route Army, strafed twice at random, and then began to return.

Anyway, this is an explanation, and as for whether this support has an effect or not, it's none of their business.

"Eight Ga Ya Road!" Yamazaki roared at the departing plane in the sky.

He didn't expect that this group of pilots, who were known as the pride of the sky, would put him here. Artillery support is useless, air support cannot be counted on, does he really have to sit still?

Yamazaki found that a cold sweat was running down his head, and he watched as the open land in front of him was being eaten away little by little, only 30 meters away from his fortifications.

The enemy can engage in white-knuckle combat with a single charge, and use the tactics of crowds to directly crush him to death.

Horn!"

As a red flare flew into the air, Yamazaki understood that the final attack of the Eighth Route Army was about to begin, and the crosshairs of the Japanese soldiers' various weapons were silently aimed ahead.

No one showed their heads.

Yamazaki was suspicious in his heart, and suddenly, in the trench 30 meters away, dense grenades whistled up, and the sky seemed to fly like a flock of sparrows.

Suddenly, the grenade exploded in the air above the Japanese fortifications, the sound of the short continuous explosion was deafening, the shrapnel flying horizontally roared down with the breath of death, the panicked Japanese soldiers could not find a safe corner, and many soldiers were directly hit by several grenades at the same time, and were blown to different places.

Three thousand six hundred grenades may not be much in a battle, but in two minutes, in such a small area, the lethality of more than three thousand six hundred grenades is undoubtedly terrifying.

And at this moment, as a direct participant in this battle, Yuan Pengfei has a sense of the sacredness of witnessing history. However, he didn't have that much time to sigh, but kept moving his hands.

In just two minutes, he not only sent his ten grenades to the enemy's sky, but also used a few grenades from Liu Ke next to him to relieve some pressure on them.

In just this round, he estimated that he would blow up four or five little devils! However, the downside of this saturation attack is that the individual's record cannot be counted at all.

3,600 grenades against nearly 300 or so little devils, even if they were all killed, one person had to eat more than ten grenades. What's more, they haven't all been blown up yet!

If he said that the dozen or so grenades killed four or five little devils, it must be that one or two grenades in front were live devils, and the dozen or so grenades in the back were dead devils and crippled devils. There are probably only one or two of his personal records that can really be counted!

As the last grenades came out of their hands, there was no trumpet blowing and no shouting of killing. The assault team formed by the second battalion jumped up from the bottom of the slope. They charged forward and fired at the enemy with light machine guns.

The dense bullets formed a huge net of fire, and the Japanese army had just experienced the fortifications of the baptism of grenades, and they were beaten into smoke and dust. Quite a few soldiers who dodged the grenade explosion were swept into a sieve at this moment.

However, the Japanese army did not lose its fierce nature, and after experiencing such a blow, they were still fighting back with a roar, without a trace of fear in the face of death.

Several heavy machine guns were activated at the first time, and the bullets and money were splashed wantonly, and a dozen fighters fell to the ground in a shuttle.

The machine gunners of the commando team were especially taken care of, one by one they kept falling, and the alternate shooters in the back quickly made up for it, and both sides were red-eyed.

As soon as the assault team went up, the nearest battalion began to charge with skirmishers. Yuan Pengfei was also infected by the brave and fearless atmosphere of the battlefield at this moment, and he rushed up with a handful of formally calm cats on his waist.

Just after breaking through a distance of more than 10 meters, one of the devil's light machine guns suddenly began to shoot, ......and four or five fighters fell to the ground in response, and one of the devil's light machine guns simply fired at the rate of fire of the heavy machine gun.

Yuan Pengfei was prostrate on the ground, aiming at three points and one line, less than a hundred meters away, and as soon as the trigger was pressed, a hole immediately appeared in the devil's head.

Pulling the bolt and reloading, he was about to get up and continue the charge when the machine gun opened fire again. And this time, the devil's machine gunner took special care of him, and a triple burst of fire came towards the place where he was lying.

Fortunately, the small dirt bag he was lying on his stomach blocked the devil's shooting range, and the three bullets stirred up a puff of dust and did not hit him. However, this also frightened Yuan Pengfei, and death was in that thought!

Dodging is not a victory.

Gritting his teeth, he poked his head out in a different direction, the rifle notch, the front sight and the devil's head, three points and one line were aimed instantly, and the trigger was pulled. The devil's head was like a watermelon, and it exploded in an instant.

"Good marksmanship, who did this, what a fucking good!"

Li Yunlong saw it clearly from behind, and in just a few tens of seconds, the devil killed and injured seven or eight soldiers with a concealed light machine gun, and contained the charge in a small area.

"This time it's Yuan Pengfei of the Third Company." Li Yunlong's guard Xiao Wang said excitedly. He still had half a sentence that he was embarrassed to say, "I didn't expect this rice king to have such a good marksmanship, I must catch him and ask for advice when I turn around." ”

Li Yunlong was a little stunned, he didn't expect so many unexpected surprises today. First of all, the political commissar Zhao Gang, this Xiaoxiu from Yanjing showed him his hand, and at a distance of 150 meters, he killed three devils with three shots, and a heavy machine gun team asked him to be scrapped like this. Saved the lives of no less than ten fighters.

And usually, this inconspicuous three-company commander, who killed two machine gunners with two guns at a distance of less than a hundred meters, is also very outstanding.

After all, he risked his life to shoot under the fire of the devils. In that case, he was not given much time to aim, but it required a very cool head and superb shooting skills, both of which were indispensable.

While he was thinking about it, the trumpet of the independent regiment sounded. The whole regiment began to charge towards Li Jiapo, and a thousand bright bayonets flashed with a dazzling light.

The soldiers of the second battalion, the soldiers of the third battalion, the soldiers of the regimental headquarters, and the soldiers of the cavalry company, wave after wave hit Li Jiapo's devils like waves.

Zhang Dabiao used a ghost-headed knife and rushed to the enemy camp to kill people when he saw them, and cut them off when he saw them. The devil didn't have a one-in-one enemy, and he was solved by dividing five by two.

However, if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts, and ordinary devils will always meet masters if you kill too much.

After chopping two devils to death, a devil lieutenant held a katana to meet Zhang Dabiao.

In Japan, the samurai group used to be noble, but as time passed, it also became lonely. However, there is such a thing as ability, which cannot be lost. As the leader of cold weapon warfare, the systematically trained samurai are not weak.

He deceived Zhang Dabiao with a false slash, and the narrow katana stabbed him straight in the chest and abdomen, which was obviously a fatal knife technique.

And Zhang Dabiao did not lose his fierce nature, he should look back and slash his ghost head, and hit the devil's head. If he is slashed, the second lieutenant's head will go straight to the sky.

And that second lieutenant didn't have the idea of killing a person for his life, so he could only return his sword to resist. Zhang Dabiao's crisis was lifted, and he didn't even wipe his skin at all.

This time, neither of them had the intention of underestimating each other, and fought cautiously, not daring to be careless.

However, the war will not be swayed by the will of the two of them, and Political Commissar Zhao fired a shot from behind the devil with twenty shots, and one shot killed the second lieutenant.

"Don't be in war, quickly sweep away the remnants of the enemy. If you can solve it with a gun, don't use a bayonet! ”

With the words of Political Commissar Zhao, two more gunshots rang out, and the two devils who were about to fight with bayonets fell to the ground, obviously not understanding why the enemy did not have the spirit of a samurai.

What about the bayonet?

I've stabbed in advance, you play with me!

However, at this point, all the fighters who took guns against the devils who wanted to fight bayonets did not have the slightest sense of psychological guilt.

First, they weren't samurai, just ordinary warriors who wanted to protect their families.

Second, when the devils used bayonets against the defenseless people, they did not show the slightest mercy, but were very inhumane.

Now, it's just a report and a report.

Zhang Dabiao lifted a light machine gun and strafed the enemy while running, giving him the appearance of fighting a bloody battle against Rambo.

It's lively over there, and Yuan Pengfei is not lonely here. Rushing to the position of the devil, he overturned a devil who fought with him with a bayonet.

And Liu Ke, who was following him, didn't have such good luck. He is relatively weak, although he also has good stabbing skills, but his physical fitness and reflexes are a hard injury.

A devil easily pressed him and beat him, and the bayonet had already seen blood, and it was just three or five centimeters away from killing him.

Yuan Pengfei doesn't have any bullshit samurai spirit, and he doesn't know how to play one-on-one battles. He strode forward and stabbed the devil in the back, piercing his heart in one fell swoop.

Double Kill

One-on-one fighting bayonet devils are unambiguous. In the vast majority of cases, they can buy a warrior's life for a small price. Therefore, being able to kill two little devils one after another is more prominent in the Eighth Route Army.

And people who are too good will always attract more attention, the two little devils glanced at each other, and then came to Yuan Pengfei left and right. They think it's a valuable person, and to kill it is to make a lot of money.

Yuan Pengfei was in trouble this time, the other fighters were all entangled by the enemy, and no one could support him. He had to face these two opponents alone.