This shot was very standard, and it lived up to Kong Jie's decision to add both attribute points to marksmanship.

The death of the Devil Squadron Leader brought the command of the Devil Transport Squadron to a standstill, but the time was very short, and the next commander of the Devil would soon be added to continue the command.

Perhaps due to the influence of the original owner's personality, when the white-knuckle battle began, Kong Jie still skillfully took out his own ghost head knife (the big knife made by the arsenal itself).

Kong Jie took the lead in rushing to kill, the ghost head knife was whistling by him on the battlefield, the white knife went in and the red knife came out, slashing back and forth, and five or six devils quickly fell around him.

Just taking advantage of this vacancy to look at the surrounding white-knuckle battlefield, Kong Jie was startled, the fierceness of the devil fighting bayonets was really not a joke.

Even the devils in charge of transportation, after experiencing sufficient time and systematic military training, have mastered quite a solid foundation and skills of stabbing one by one.

In addition, the reasonable nutritional supplements of the Japanese soldiers on weekdays gave them abundant physical fitness, although they were short, they were very stable and explosive.

In terms of physical fitness, the fighters of the independent regiment, which usually has a problem even having a full stomach, are no match at all.

Just now, Kong Jie caught a glimpse of the white-knuckle battlefield in the distance, three veterans of his own side attacked a lone devil at the same time, although the devil was killed, but two of the veterans were all sacrificed, and the remaining veteran was also seriously injured.

This scene made Kong Jie's eyes crack, and he knew that he couldn't continue like this.

Otherwise, even if they can take out this transport squadron, their own team will probably pay a heavy price.

"Pistol group!"

Kong Jie roared.

The pistol crew of a team of ten men immediately attacked, each armed with a ten-shot or modified twenty-shot barge gun.

It's a great way to slaughter devils in melee combat on a white-knuckle battlefield.

Seeing that with the attack of the pistol group, one by one the devils fell to the ground, and many soldiers who were originally inferior in the white-knuckle battle took the opportunity to kill the devils.

Kong Jie breathed a sigh of relief, and then shouted: "First battalion commander, Wang Leihu, what the hell, where did you kid die?" ”

"Here, Commander, are you looking for me?"

When the first battalion commander Wang Leihu heard the sound, he came out of the battle circle next to him and killed two devils one after another.

Seeing that Wang Leihu was injured in his arm, Kong Jie asked, "Injured?" Does it matter? ”

"Don't worry, the head of the regiment, it's just to let the little devil bite a little bit of skin!"

"Well done! You immediately arrange it, let the brothers who have practiced martial arts stand in the front row, and those who can't fight bayonets quickly give Lao Tzu a damn retreat, and use the gun to replenish the gun in the rear, our strength is better than the devil, there is no need to fight with the devil. ”

"Yes!" Wang Leihu responded and hurriedly went to arrange the deployment.

Kong Jie then called a company commander not far away and ordered: "Company commander, take your team and rush with Lao Tzu, and grab the devil's machine gun and grenadier positions first!" ”

"Yes!"

The ghost-headed knife flashing with cold light waved back and forth on the white-bladed battlefield, Kong Jie led dozens of veterans to fight all the way, and after a few minutes of bloody fighting, hacked to death the devils of the machine gun fortifications and grenadier fortifications, and quickly occupied these two positions.

The little devil with machine guns and grenadiers reacted quite quickly, and seeing the defeat, he blew up a lot of machine guns and grenadiers with grenades before Kong Jie led his men to rush up.

"Damn, it's a pity, these shitty little devils!"

Kong Jie kicked the corpses of the two devils away, held a dusty light machine gun in his hand, and shouted: "First battalion commander! Dodge! ”

Wang Leihu, who was carrying out Kong Jie's order, had already let the soldiers who were not good at fighting bayonets retreat to the rear, and when he heard Kong Jie's roar, he immediately understood, and hurriedly led the team to get out of the way of the machine gun fortifications.

The crooked light machine gun quickly fired at the devils who were retreating together.

Seeing Kong Jie's movements, the first company commander and others hurriedly picked up the other two crooked tricks that the little devils didn't have time to destroy, and shot at the devils.

What made Kong Jie a little speechless was that because this was the first time that the crooked light machine gun had been captured, the soldiers were not familiar with the crooked light machine gun at all, and the aiming of the crooked light machine gun was completely different from the Czech style that the soldiers were familiar with.

You have to tilt your head and shoot.

The accuracy is incomparably poor.

A bunch of devils were standing dozens of meters away, and there were not a few of them when they swept down.

After all, the momentum was brought out, and Shen Quan took the opportunity to rush down with his machine gun crew.

In the previous ambush, Shen Quan specially explained that the two machine guns in his platoon saved ammunition, plus the 100 rounds of ammunition that he specially asked Kong Jie before the battle, Shen Quan's machine gun team still had nearly 200 rounds of ammunition.

The two Czech light machine guns did not spare any more hands, and fired wildly at the devils who had retreated into a ball.

The machine gun was operated by the veteran of the regiment, and with the stable performance and high accuracy of this Czech light machine gun, it can be said that it was a one-sided slaughter to burst out at such a short distance.

In less than two minutes, nearly 200 rounds of ammunition were squandered by Czech light machine guns, and the two ammunition men responsible for loading the empty magazines were so tired that the barrels probably had to be replaced, otherwise they would no longer be able to continue firing.

In the end, the remaining more than 20 devils, with Kong Jie's roar, "Kill-", the veterans who had practiced martial arts rushed forward like a flood of fierce beasts, and after a few minutes, the last stubborn devils were killed.

Wang Leihu didn't kill hard enough, and caught the commander of the fourth company and scolded: "Who let you rob Lao Tzu?" Those two devils just now are obviously Lao Tzu! ”

The second battalion commander, Shen Quan, was a calf protector, and immediately stood up and retorted:

"I said Lei Hu, you kid is also a battalion commander anyway, do you have any luck? Killing devils on the battlefield is all based on ability, who can blame if you don't grab the head? It's all your own fault. ”

"Fart, if the fourth company commander doesn't do it, those two devils just now will be round by themselves!"

Kong Jie, who rushed over, scolded: "Okay, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and clean up the battlefield and pull the supplies back, Lao Tzu hasn't eaten breakfast yet!" ”

"Second battalion commander, you are responsible for counting our casualties and reporting the situation later."

"Yes!"

Shen Quan answered, glared at Wang Leihu again, and went to get busy.

When cleaning the battlefield, Wang Leihu, the commander of the first battalion, kicked the corpse of Xiao Gu, the captain of the devil squadron, and said in confusion: "Regiment commander, this little devil is dead, what are you staring at with your eyes?" Strange oozing. ”

Kong Jie sneered, "I guess I'm regretting it!" ”

"Regret what?"

"I regret coming to invade our China, phew-" Kong Jie smacked hard.

"I guess so!" The commander of the first battalion rudely turned over the corpse of the devil captain, took out the matching gun from his waist, and then pinned it to his waist beautifully, "Commander, this gun belongs to me!" ”

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