The devil's cannonballs exploded at the mountain pass like money, and although the soldiers digging the trenches were lying in the trenches, there were still people who were blown away along with the fire.

Only then did the squadron leader's frowning brow stretch, and a smile slowly appeared.

"Da da da......" Suddenly, a burst of machine gun fire rang out behind the squadron leader.

Despite the deafening sound of the shell explosion, the squadron leader could hear it clearly.

"What's going on!" As soon as the squadron leader turned his head, he saw the Eighth Route Army rushing behind him.

"It's the Eighth Route Army, where did they come from, armed with a lot of light machine guns!" The adjutant next to him shouted.

With his mouth open, his face was shocked, and he didn't react for a long time.

"Artillery, order the artillery to retreat immediately!" The squadron leader reacted quickly, and as soon as he saw the direction of the Eighth Route Army's assault, he ordered loudly.

"It's late!" The adjutant finally reacted from the shock, and a very tragic picture appeared in front of him. His face turned pale after brushing it, and he said in despair.

A platoon of the Eighth Route Army rushed to the artillery position.

There were not many people, but they were armed with a full five machine guns.

Five fighters took machine guns in their arms and lined up to assault the artillery positions, firing as they charged.

In an instant, the network of fire formed by the interweaving of five tongues of fire enveloped the two dozen gunners of the artillery position.

By the time the screams reached the ears, more than half of the artillery squad had already suffered casualties.

The remaining dozen or so gunners directly turned into lost dogs, dropped the mortars and rushed towards the position.

"Immediately turn the machine guns over and block the Eighth Route Army behind them," the Devil Squadron Leader ordered in a hurry.

As soon as he finished speaking, the familiar sound ......of gunfire came out from other directions.

In a bush less than 50 meters away from him, dozens of Eighth Route Army troops suddenly appeared, and five soldiers who were also holding machine guns rushed to the front, shooting and attacking at the same time.

"Captain, be careful!" The guards next to the squadron leader threw the squadron leader to the ground.

"Whoosh!" The moment he fell to the ground, the squadron leader clearly felt the sound of bullets flying past his scalp.

If it weren't for the guards, the bullets that flew past his scalp would have already drilled a few holes in his head.

Fortunately, the guard lying on his back had stopped moving.

A series of screams also began to sound around him.

"Captain, there is also a platoon of the Eighth Route Army in the east, and it has been killed!" The lieutenant, who had narrowly escaped the blow, continued to shout, his tone trembling with fear and nervousness.

"The frontal Eighth Route Army has also begun to attack, and they are armed with multiple machine guns!" Not far away, a devil shouted to the squadron leader.

"It's over!" These two words popped into the squadron leader's head.

"Eight Grid Tooth Road, this is a trap, the Eighth Route Army wants to destroy our trap, we are fooled!"

Because the troops did not dig trenches, the ordinary infantry were all exposed to the fire of the light machine guns of the Eighth Route Army behind them.

More than a dozen machine guns fired at the same time, and the tongues of fire were like death sickles, reaping their lives to their heart's content.

Although there were positions for light and heavy machine guns, the sandbag bunkers were all facing the mountain pass, and the backs of the machine gunners were still exposed under the guns of the guard company.

First, more than 20 members of the artillery squad were wiped out under the strafing of five light machine guns, and then the light and heavy machine gun positions were severely damaged under the targeted strafing of the machine guns of the Eighth Route Army, and almost all of them became decorations.

At this time, the remaining infantry had lost the cover of light and heavy machine guns, and from the very beginning they were pressed and beaten by the machine guns of the Eighth Route Army, and they could not lift their heads.

If you're lucky enough to find an opportunity to fight back, you'll only be able to shoot a few bullets.

But the casualties of a few people couldn't stop the revenge impulse of the guard company to kill them.

"Bage Yalu, this is not a battle at all, it is a massacre!" The squadron leader shouted with a look of despair.

My mind kept turning, hoping to think of a way to break the enemy.

However, seeing the Eighth Route Army rushing from three directions, although there were not many people, the firepower was extremely powerful. Coupled with the constant screams of soldiers around him, the desperate squadron leader couldn't find a solution no matter how much he thought about it.

"Retreat, retreat to the stronghold in the mountains!" Suddenly, the gun was being fired in the stronghold turret, which attracted the squadron leader's attention and made him make a decision on the fly.

The devils in the stronghold kept an eye on the foot of the mountain.

A battle that must be won, because the ambush soldiers that suddenly appeared like this, the shocked squadron leader directly showed a frightened expression.

Although it is not known where the ambush behind the reinforcements came from.

But he knew a truth: if the reinforcements were destroyed, the Eighth Route Army in the mountains could cross the blockade line through the trenches and escape from the mountains.

The responsibility for letting the Eighth Route Army escape from the mountains cannot be borne by a squadron leader even if he commits suicide by disembowelment.

Therefore, the moment the ambush appeared, the squadron leader in the stronghold decided to unconditionally reinforce the reinforcements at the foot of the mountain.

The guards who suddenly appeared couldn't even hit themselves, but the Eighth Route Army at the foot of the mountain could hit them

Therefore, the heavy machine guns, light machine guns, and rifles in the turret, as long as they could shoot, all joined the battle, staring at the heavy machine gun fire of one, two, and two battalions, and providing fire cover for the reinforcements as much as possible.

"Sir, reinforcements are retreating towards us!" As soon as the reinforcements withdrew, the adjutant standing next to the squadron leader in the stronghold reminded.

"Confused, are they all stupid pigs. They have all withdrawn to the top of the mountain, whoever goes to block the mountain pass, the Eighth Route Army can still break through our blockade line through the trenches! The squadron leader scolded loudly.

After all, it is a friendly army, no matter how dissatisfied he is, no matter how much anger there is in his stomach, he can only swallow it in his stomach.

Decisively ordered: "Immediately provide fire cover for the retreating troops, let them withdraw to their stronghold first!" ”

Wang Ping also saw the devil who was retreating.

It's impossible to watch the fat that has already eaten in your mouth slip away.

"The devils are hiding in the turret, and we can't help them. Now exposed, they must not be allowed to burrow back into the turtle shell! Wang Ping decided with a glint in his eyes.

"Artillerymen, concentrate all the mortars and blow them up for me, kill them!"

"Light and heavy machine guns, concentrate fire on them!"

Everyone was attracted by the fierce exchange of fire on the battlefield, and all eyes were focused on the retreating troops of the devils.

The devil in the stronghold at the top of the mountain prayed in his heart to hurry up while firing, hoping that the troops at the foot of the mountain would withdraw a little more back to the stronghold.

The Eighth Route Army under the mountain thought that they should run slower and give themselves a little more time to shoot.

Behind the devil's stronghold, dozens of figures were like ghosts in the night, touching the devil's stronghold on the top of the mountain little by little.

Compared to the firefight assembled earlier, it was much quieter, and the footsteps on the road could be heard clearly.

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