After the artillery fire stopped, the Japanese devils began to attack again. It's just that they are even worse this time, the originally narrow road was half damaged by half a box of grenades, and it was shelled by the devils, and it was almost cut off.

It's just a small opening that can only be passed by one person, and only one muzzle is needed to plug it there, and the devil can't die.

However, the devils are also goblins, and they continue to send puppet troops to the death to explore the way, and the mortars at the foot of the mountain are staring at the positions where they might shoot.

As soon as Zhou Wen fired a shot here, several shells flew up.

Fortunately, Wang Wencheng is also an expert in this area, and he has been staring at the artillery under the mountain.

Seeing this, he shouted: "Brother Zhou, lie down quickly." ”

After speaking, he threw himself on Zhou Wen, who was shooting.

"Bang~Bang~Bang~"

Three shells rang out one after another, which shows how much the devils hate them.

Zhou Wen was fine, but the stones that were blown away by the cannonball hit Wang Wencheng's forehead.

His eyes were black and he fell headlong beside the rock, blood streaming down his forehead.

The frightened Zhou Wen hurriedly took out a first-aid kit and bandaged his wounds. kept asking: "Lao Wang, are you okay?" Don't scare me! ”

Wang Wencheng opened his eyes with difficulty and smiled reluctantly. However, as soon as I breathed a sigh of relief, I looked down and several enemies came up again.

He hurriedly pushed Zhou Wen away and said, "Go and hold your position, you can't let the enemy climb up." ”

After speaking, he picked up the grenade and pulled out the string, stayed in his hand for three seconds, and threw it towards the puppet army below.

There was a "bang" sound, and several puppet soldiers who had just come up were pierced by the shrapnel that was splashed everywhere, and the two devils who had just squeezed onto the trail accidentally fell off the cliff after screaming.

Zhou Wen looked at the sky that was darkening, and said excitedly: "Brothers, take a shot and change places, and hold on for a while." When it's getting late, the little devil has nothing to do with us. ”

Li Heiniu Weng said angrily: "Squad leader, the night is our world, do you want to go down and smoke cold and give the little devil a ruthless blow?" ”

Zhou Wen looked at the hesitant puppet army below, and said with a smile: "You stupid cow, you really are a little devil who is muddy!"

There are more than 1,000 Japanese puppet troops below! If it weren't for the fact that this mountain is really difficult to climb, the little devil would have hit it a long time ago. You and I go down, that's to deliver food to the devil! ”

Li Heiniu touched his head and smiled embarrassedly. He is a typical person with well-developed limbs and a simple mind, and he can enter the reconnaissance class all by the kung fu of his hands, and it has nothing to do with his brain.

Gradually, it was already dark, and the little devils couldn't fight during the day, and it was even more impossible at night. So I can only wait for tomorrow.

And Zhou Wen and the others on the mountain were not in a hurry to leave, although the blocking task was completed, they still wanted to avenge the innocent villagers who were killed in the base area.

"Lao Wang, there is still the last box of grenades, arrange it for the devils before leaving, it is best to let them look at the mountains and sigh, they can't chase if they want to." Zhou Wen proposed.

"No problem, you see!" Wang Wencheng said confidently.

He and Zhou Wen are both Yuan Pengfei's most optimistic subordinates, and both of them have learned a lot of strange theories.

Zhou Wen learned a lot of classic combat examples, and was biased towards command. Planting the "Hutoushan brand" mines during the day was something he learned from war examples.

Wang Wencheng specializes in artillery, and where the shells explode, they can produce the greatest effect, which is his specialty.

The half box of grenades, plus one grenade he fired, directly caused more than a dozen casualties to the enemy, and also changed the terrain, making it several times more difficult for the enemy to attack, which can be said to have made a great achievement.

During the day, although the devil's artillery fire did not blow up a few of them, Hutou Mountain was ravaged and blown beyond recognition, looking miserable.

Taking advantage of the hazy moonlight, Wang Wencheng surveyed the terrain and found an excellent location.

"Brother Zhou, the devil is a good person, and he has created an excellent position for us. This box of grenades is scattered across these three points, and when the enemy team is all on the way, the three strings will be touched by the first few enemies.

When that time came, there was a loud bang, and how many enemies there were on the road at this section had to be sent down to see Lord Yama. Moreover, the road section will also be covered with rocks on the mountain, and it is absolutely impossible to pass without spending a lot of time cleaning up. ”

Zhou Wen still had doubts about this, but looking at Wang Wencheng's confident face, he could only agree.

That night, after burying the grenade, Zhou Wen took them to transfer. It's just that they didn't have to go far, on the one hand, because it was not easy to walk through the moonlight mountain road, and on the other hand, they wanted to hear about this earth-shattering explosion.

After all, this is not bombed by devils, but fried by little devils, and everyone wants to listen to schadenfreude.

As soon as the east showed the white of the fish's belly, the morning mist slowly dissipated, and the gorgeous and colorful morning glow sprinkled on the distant mountains and mountains, making Hutou Mountain more majestic and magnificent.

At the bottom of the mountain, Zhao Xingwang, the commander of the puppet army, had red and swollen cheeks, and said no, with a smiling face, he almost knelt down to be his grandson.

Ita Terada was also angry, this mountain had become a place where he had broken and sunk in the sand.

After attacking for a day yesterday, there were not many casualties on the Eighth Road, but more than 100 of the devil soldiers under his command were wounded and killed, accounting for one-fifth of his brigade.

He can imagine that if he doesn't make some achievements, he will face severe punishment when he returns.

It's not enough to commit suicide by caesarean section, but it's okay to remove him from his post and give him a cold bench.

And the unknown puppet army commander in front of him, isn't he just making contributions to the Imperial Japanese Army, and he still dares to push back?

If it weren't for the fact that it was time to hire people, he would have wanted to take out and shoot this guy.

Zhao Xingwang was slapped with a big mouth, and he could be regarded as recognizing his status in the eyes of "Taijun".

If you need it, it's a dog, and if you don't need it, it's dog meat.

He had to show his worth, or he would have to cook before the cunning rabbit died.

Who makes there are so many guys who want to be dogs, and without him, there are many more to come!

Unexpectedly, as soon as he conveyed the order, the three battalion commanders under his command were about to rebel.

"Regiment commander, our battalion lost more than 100 casualties yesterday, and the brothers are not willing to do this kind of work to the death."

"Regiment commander, our second battalion lost a hundred people yesterday, and we have made a lot of contributions to the Taijun. You can't pick us again, can you? ”

"Regiment commander, how many casualties have our three battalions also suffered! It's better to be fair in this matter, it's better to draw lots! ”

The draw of lots seemed fair, and the three battalion commanders unanimously agreed.

Zhao Xingwang found two long and one short, and three notes. The third battalion commander got his hint and smoked one when he got started.

The other two battalion commanders took the remaining two, and the three were compared with one, and the unlucky one was still the first battalion commander.

"Damn, this is so unfair, the third battalion suffered more than 50 casualties yesterday, and they should be allowed to go first. It's another battalion, and I'm gone. ”

"Okay, if you don't do it, you will take off this skin, some people are willing to do it!" Zhao Xingwang said nonchalantly.

The battalion commander was just talking, how could he really not do it. Sending him to death is also a big soldier under his command, and it has nothing to do with him. It's nothing more than feeling that others are better than him, and he has a feeling of loss.

The two of them left, and the commander of the third battalion, who was calm just now, immediately became a dog, handed Zhao Xingwang a cigarette and lit a fire.

"Brother-in-law, this battalion commander doesn't give you face too much! Isn't it just to send the big-headed soldiers under his command to death, as for this? As long as there are guns and food, the big soldiers need as many as they want. ”

Zhao Xingwang glanced at him: "You kid learn more, don't be so unlearned." Why didn't Lao Tzu, the commander of the first battalion, withdraw him, it wasn't because he led the troops to fight with two brushes, who would Lao Tzu take to top him when he withdrew him? ”

The little devil doesn't care about the internal struggle of the puppet army, as long as he can achieve his goal.

Soon, a platoon of puppet soldiers was exploring the way in front, followed by a squad of devils attacking at any time. And at the back, there were four or five hundred puppet troops who followed without hurry.

The little devil Kazuta Terada still thinks that there is the main force of the Eighth Route Army on the mountain, otherwise, they will not be blocked here, and they will not be able to advance an inch for a day and a night.

The face of the first puppet army at the head was like earth, and his heart was about to jump out.

Since the first attack yesterday, none of the people who hit the head have survived.

If it weren't for his superiors persecuting him with his family, he would rather die than come up and do this.

The road was relatively smooth, and gradually came to the place where the most dead people yesterday, the narrow passage that only allowed one person to pass.

As soon as he walked there, he fell to the ground without saying a word, waiting for the bullets to pass over him.

didn't expect him to be on his stomach, and scared the people behind him enough. A timid puppet soldier shuddered and accidentally fell off the cliff, leaving only a scream in their ears.

After a few moments, no bullets were coming and no grenades were being used to blow them up.

The puppet army at the head slowly stood up and continued to move forward under the constant urging of the people behind him.

He secretly wondered in his heart: The Eighth Route Army is gone? If I don't fight, can I live?

Thinking about things in my head, I inevitably reacted a little slower. He didn't notice anything under his feet, and then he heard a loud "boom" and he didn't know anything.

A box of grenades exploded, and the effect was amazing, and more than 30 puppet soldiers and more than a dozen devils on that section of the road all fell into bad luck.

There are those who fell off cliffs, those who were killed by explosive fragments, and those who were buried by earth and rocks.

At the bottom of the mountain, Kazuta Terada, who was hiding behind a rock, was as heavy as water after hearing the explosion.

"Mortar, shoot me!"

There was another bombardment, and some parts of Hutou Mountain were flattened.

But the little devil's cannonball is destined to flatter the blind - in vain.

After Zhou Wen and the others heard the explosion, they knew that the box of grenades was not in vain, so they went to chase the large army with a happy face.

Their achievements this time are enough to write a big book, but they should go back early and share the good news with other comrades.