Listening to the sound of the cannon outside, Jin Zhao knew that the little devil had begun to land. stood up and walked out, and casually instructed Zheng Fugui, "Take care of these students, let them stay honestly in the anti-artillery hole, leave the wounded soldiers to them to take care of, and the others will go to the battlefield with Lao Tzu to kill devils!" ”

After speaking, Jin Zhao took the lead in rushing out of the anti-artillery hole, and at this time, the soldiers also drilled out of the anti-artillery hole one after another, and consciously began to restore their positions, preparing for a new round of attack by the little devils. After a few days of fighting, the soldiers have basically become familiar with the routines of the little devils, coupled with the fierce battles of the past few days, the weak have been eliminated, and the rest are elite soldiers in a hundred battles.

Soon, the landing craft of the little devils landed on the shore one after another, and the little devils in-yellow military uniforms poured onto the river beach like ants. Then, under the leadership of their respective commanders, they pressed up towards the river beach positions of the first battalion.

Jin Zhao slowly put down the telescope in his hand, his face was solemn, and it was roughly estimated that the number of people who landed this time was at least five or six hundred, and it seemed that this time the little devil had also made a bloody investment, and he would seize the river beach position at all costs.

"Prepare for battle!" Jin Zhao ordered in a deep voice, and then there was a sound of pulling the bolt of the gun in the trench, and the soldiers lay in the trench, staring viciously at the little devil who pressed up, and their eyes were like hungry wolves staring at their prey.

The little devil quickly entered a distance of 400 meters, and at this time, several crisp gunshots rang out, and several officers of the army holding command knives fell to the ground in response, some were directly smashed in the head, and some had a big hole in the chest, without exception, all of them were killed by one shot.

Frightened, the little devils fell to the ground skillfully, and the little devil machine gunners set up a straight light and heavy machine gun and fired at the forward position of the first battalion. Dense bullets rained down on the positions of the battalion like hail, kicking up patches of dust. The soldiers of the first battalion honestly lay motionless in the trenches one by one, no matter how fierce the little devil's firepower was, they just didn't fire a shot. Even so, there were still a few unlucky fighters who were hit by stray bullets flying randomly, but most of them were not seriously injured, only one person was hit in the head by stray bullets, and the brains mixed with blood slowly flowed out with a trace of heat, and they were not alive.

Yamamoto Shaoza always hid behind and closely observed the situation on the battlefield, and when he saw that his troops were marching to a distance of about 400 meters, several soldiers were killed at the same time, and he couldn't help but be shocked. You must know that even in the army, elite soldiers can only guarantee to hit a single target at a distance of 300 meters, and as for those who can accurately hit a single target at a distance of 400 meters, it is rare in the army. After all, actual combat and target shooting are not the same concept, because the target is dead, but the person is alive, and these soldiers who were killed are all old birds on the battlefield, and it is not simple to kill them with one shot. According to the battles in the past few days, the marksmanship of the Huaxia soldiers is generally very bad, and the reason for this phenomenon is very simple, to put it bluntly, the marksmanship is piled up with bullets. For China, which is now poor and backward, weapons and ammunition are quite scarce. Those warlords and bigwigs, at all, are reluctant to take out a lot of bullets for recruits to practice guns, many soldiers have not even undergone live-fire training, they were pulled onto the battlefield, and the luck is to symbolize the surname to play a few rounds to practice hands, such soldiers have good marksmanship, then it is called a ghost! Yamamoto Shaosa saw that the Huaxia army had never fought back, so he raised his hand and waved forward.

After seeing Yamamoto Shaosa's gesture, the herald waved the small flag in his hand and ordered the troops to continue the attack. After receiving the instructions, the troops in front climbed up one after another at the urging of their respective commanders and continued to press up towards the position of the first battalion.

The little devils held the 38-type rifles one by one, and cautiously pressed towards the forward position of the first battalion, but the position of the first battalion was always quiet, as if there was no one to defend at all, and some little devils couldn't help but put their guns at the position, and they were not counterattacked. This made the little devils gradually emboldened, maybe those people had been torn to pieces by the artillery fire of the imperial army, the little devils thought proudly.

Soon the little devils rushed to a distance of two hundred meters in front of the position, and at this time the little devils had begun to slowly relax. Suddenly, a dull gunfire rang out, and three fiery tongues of fire suddenly erupted from the position of the first battalion, instantly beating the dozen little devils in front of them into a sieve. The little devils in the back fell down one after another and began to fight back. The machine guns of the little devils were also set up again, and it was a frantic strafing fire at the positions of the first battalion.

There were a few muffled sounds, and the grenadiers of the little devils also joined the battle, and the grenades were accurately fired at the positions of the first battalion, exploding with a bang, kicking up patches of smoke and dust. But at this time, the position of the first battalion fell into silence again. Some of the little devils saw with their own eyes that the smoke and dust that had been blown up were mixed with some machine gun parts, and it seemed that the machine gun of the Chinese man had been destroyed by the grenadier canister, and the little devils thought proudly. So without waiting for the instructions from Yamamoto Shaoza behind him, the little devils stood up one after another and continued to rush towards the position of the first battalion.

These little devils are obviously the elite of the army, although they guessed that on the position of the Chinese army on the opposite side, it is likely that they will not be able to organize a decent counterattack, but the little devils have not relaxed in the slightest. I saw that this group of little devils kept a certain distance from each other, sometimes charging, sometimes stopping, and shooting at some suspicious targets from time to time. The little devils all take a zigzag route, and they cooperate with each other tacitly. Like some anti-Japanese war dramas, the scene where the little devils huddle together and charge forward is not here.

Jin Zhao looked at this scene with a gloomy face, and when the little devil stepped into a distance of 100 meters, Jin Zhao suddenly ordered loudly, "The machine gun is full fire, hit Lao Tzu hard, and let this group of little devils know that they know how powerful Lao Tzu is." ”

As Jin Zhao spoke, he raised the Thomson submachine gun in his hand and swept it towards the little devil in front of him. At the same time, the light machine guns and submachine guns on the position suddenly opened fire together, and more than 30 tongues of fire formed a metal storm, which frantically rolled towards the little devils, and instantly swept dozens of little devils in front of them to the ground. The scene was full of minced flesh and blood splashing, which was unbearable.

Such a tragic scene did not make Jin Zhao's cold expression change in the slightest, Jin Zhao after firing thirty rounds of bullets, decisively rolled, hid in a trench a few meters away, and then quickly replaced the submachine gun in his hand with a new magazine. The other fighters had also seen the power of the little devil grenadier, so after firing a shuttle of bullets, they also decisively began to change positions.