The devil who is really not afraid of death has stayed at the station with the adjutant just now, and in the face of Hamasaki's gaze, all the devils around him lowered their heads and said nothing.

"Yaga, you are still not imperial warriors, do you all want to be cowards?" Hamasaki couldn't help but curse loudly.

In the end, Hamasaki Shaoza directly named a second lieutenant, and then left him a combat detachment, and then continued to flee for his life in the direction of Laiyuan with the rest of the troops without looking back.

Ten minutes later, Wang Ping appeared in front of the Japanese blocking position.

Because it was too late to dig trenches, more than a dozen devils directly used the dirt slopes on both sides of the official road to lie on the ground to block the independent battalion.

"Battalion commander, there are not many devils, I will lead people to kill them directly, and I can eat them with one charge!" Zhang Qing, the commander of the first company, immediately rushed to Wang Ping's side and asked for battle.

"Bomb with a grenadier first, then rush. We've won the battle tonight, and if we can sacrifice one less soldier, we will sacrifice one less! Wang Ping shook his head and ordered.

Four grenadiers took less than half a minute to drop a dozen grenades on the devil.

Seeing that the devils behind the dirt slope were constantly blown over in the explosion, Wang Ping didn't say a word, and immediately ordered Zhang Qing to attack.

"Da da da ......" six crooked handles hit the head, and the six machine gunners pulled the trigger and opened fire, while rushing towards the devil's position.

The riflemen followed, charging forward with rifles in hand. Of course, the guns in their hands were not idle during the charge, and as long as there was a change in the Japanese position, they immediately greeted them with bullets to minimize the threat.

Although the consumption of bullets in such an attack was very large, the average Eighth Route Army could not bear it at all. However, after several offences, the commanders of the independent battalion at all levels have seen the great benefits of this offensive method.

The machine gun at the head means that the attacking troops can have a steady stream of fire to suppress the Japanese army. In this way, the casualties of the attacking forces can be reduced to a minimum.

Successful attacks have proved this fact to them.

There were fifteen devils in total, and the random bombing of four grenadiers reduced them by more than half. There were six or seven devils left, looking at the Eighth Route Army rushing over, and they really wanted to show their bodies from behind the dirt slope to counterattack. However, the offensive fire of the first company was too fierce, and the bullets flying all flew behind the edge of the dirt slope. As soon as they looked up, bullets flew over and blew their heads off.

After three deaths in a row, the remaining four devils could only be shrunken turtles, hiding behind the dirt slope and putting bayonets on their rifles, hoping that the hand-to-hand combat they were good at would pull a few Eighth Route Army soldiers to back them before they died.

What made them desperate was that they did not wait for the Eighth Route Army to fight with them with bayonets, but they waited for a dozen grenades that fell from the sky and emitted white smoke.

"Baga, it's a grenade, everyone hide quickly...... Boom Boom ......Boom Boom "A soldier who is still alive, and before the horrified reminder is finished, a violent explosion rings in their ears.

The four devils, all of whom were affected, were either killed directly or injured by the explosion, and lost their combat effectiveness!

As soon as the attacking troops rushed to the dirt slope held by the Japanese army, Wang Ping knew that the devil was finished, and then ordered the soldiers around him who did not participate in the attack: "Comrades, work harder and continue to pursue the devil!" ”

So, a chase battle begins again.

Half an hour later, whether it was the devil or Wang Ping in the back, his physical strength had decreased a lot.

Looking at the soldiers around him who had begun to gasp, Wang Ping realized that if he continued to chase like this, he would definitely be the first one who couldn't hold on. After all, the battles around him have experienced a high-intensity battle. And the devil has always been waiting for work, and his physical strength is definitely better than that of the independent battalion.

"Is there anyone among the comrades who is a local!" The independent battalion recruited a lot of recruits in the surrounding villages, and the company must have been assigned, Wang Ping asked without thinking about it.

"I am!" Four or five people came forward in no time!

Wang Ping asked with an expectant face: "Then do you know if there are any shortcuts nearby that can be copied, and insert them directly in front of the devil, the closer the better!" ”

"I know one!" Soon a fighter responded.

Wang Ping couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then ordered at this soldier: "Okay, you take us to take a shortcut immediately, and go back to record your merits!" ”

This idea was thought of by Wang Ping temporarily, and as he ran, Wang Ping felt that the current official road was not like that of later generations, and it would be straightened if it could be straightened. Instead, with the help of the mountains and terrain, try to choose easy places to build roads, and this leads to a situation where the official road is full of curves.

Since there are many curves, there must be shortcuts and trails that ordinary people hurry up to come out of on their own, which is also a situation that often occurs in mountainous areas in later generations.

Although the trail was difficult to walk, Wang Ping eventually made it to Hamasaki no matter what.

At this time, dozens of fighters were already so tired that their faces were flushed, and all of them were so tired that they didn't want to get up when they lay on the ground.

"The devil is coming, hold on a little longer!" Looking at the light of a string of torches faintly appearing at the end of the official road, Wang Ping immediately called his subordinates to prepare for battle.

"The devil has a torch, and it's easy to see who's carrying the radio. We're here to ambush the devils, the machine gunners load their bullets, and when the battle begins, make sure to kill the devils with the heaviest firepower. But no one can beat the devils with the radio on their backs, and the devils around the radio station are handed over to the three sharpshooters I brought. We have been chasing for so long just to get a radio station, and we must seize it intact! ”

The devils who had been running for two hours were also very tired, but none of them dared to stop. Although there was no shadow of the Eighth Route Army's pursuing troops behind him, the Eighth Route Army was too cunning to tell where it would come out of nowhere to ambush them.

Therefore, despite the fact that their legs were weak from running, dozens of devils still gritted their teeth and persevered.

Fortunately, on the way to retreat, Hamasaki contacted Laiyuan City by radio and asked Laiyuan City to send troops from the nearest stronghold to meet him.

Judging from the time, there are still 20 minutes before everyone can meet the receiving troops. It was precisely because of this expectation that dozens of devils gritted their teeth and hurried away.

Just when their faces were full of anticipation, waiting to meet the receiving troops. Suddenly a row of heads and muzzles of guns appeared from the mountain beam next to them, and then the muzzles of these guns spat out tongues of fire.

"Yaga! How can there be an Eighth Route Army here! Hamasaki shouted with a look of horror on his face.

But the sound of machine gun fire that answered him was screaming.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of dozens of subordinates were lost, and the operator around him also fell to the ground, and directly shot his head, splashing red and white brains everywhere.

"Rush, keep rushing forward, rush out to survive!" The enemy who ambushed himself had strong firepower, and if he continued to stay here, he would be wiped out in less than half a minute, and Hamasaki knew this very well. Then decisively make a breakthrough order.

The firepower of the independent battalion was too fierce, and Hamasaki Shaosa, under the protection of five or six people, just rushed forward more than ten meters, and all of them were killed

As for Hamasaki himself, when he was about to break out of the fire, a bullet was fired into his head with great precision.

In an instant, most of Hamasaki's head was shattered. Then, with a face full of despair, he fell to the ground heavily, dead without looking at it.