If they charge indiscriminately, it is very likely that their squadron will hang here.

It can't be fought at all, although there are more people than others, but the weapons and equipment are not comparable to others.

Originally, without the support of the independent platoon, they could easily take the position, but now it is better, they are overwhelmed by the beating, and they have lost a few infantry guns.

"Squadron Leader, now we can't charge."

The staff officer next to him had a straight face, and his brows were furrowed.

It was the most tenacious enemy their squadron had ever encountered.

In the past, they had also competed with many regimental combat forces of the Eighth Route Army, but they were not so aggrieved by the beating.

So now Hikawa Okamoto just wants to find out whether the unit fighting them is a new regiment, and if it is a new regiment, how can the other side have such fierce firepower, even German-made machine guns.

So he sent two scouts to reconnoiter up the col.

The two scouts were lying on the ground, wriggling forward like two worms, but they hadn't climbed far, and had just found a bunker to lie down and observe, when the guy showed his head and was shot dead by a hidden sniper.

Didn't even see what the opposing sniper looked like.

The little devils had to hide behind a huge rock, which was also their temporary command post.

"Report captain, the enemy fire is too fierce, we can't pass through the Zhaojia Bridge, and our machine gunners have been knocked out by them."

Hikawa Okamoto's face was extremely ugly, and now all the soldiers did not dare to show their heads, and they would be killed if they were not careful.

And not only is the number of his soldiers decreasing, but he will not be able to support the friendly army if he continues to fight like this, and if he can't support the friendly army, the opponent's troops will support him first, and the friendly army will be finished.

Hikawa Okamoto's staff officer said: "Let's withdraw first, with the current situation, we can't pass through Zhaojiaqiao at all." ”

The commanders of several little devils were also relieved when they heard that they were going to retreat, if they continued to fight, their soldiers would be gone.

Although they wanted to be loyal to the emperor, they were nothing in the face of death.

Seeing that this group of devils showed signs of retreating, Yang Ming was a little unhappy and retreated, so what should I do with Lao Tzu's war points? Those are all proper strategic materials.

"No, little devil, don't try to run."

Seeing that the devils were about to retreat, Yang Ming shouted loudly with a machine gun: "Brothers, the devils are going to retreat, and they must not be allowed to run away and kill these turtle grandchildren." ”

Wang Ergou asked, "Platoon commander, are we going to pursue?" ”

"yes, if you don't chase them, will you wait for them to run?"

But Wang Ergou was stunned, although the other party didn't dare to charge, but there were 4 squadrons, 4 squadrons of five or six hundred people, and we still had to chase after dozens of people, wouldn't that be looking for death.

However, Yang Ming didn't give him a chance to think, he rushed down the mountain with a machine gun, and when he saw Yang Ming rushing down, Zhang Dabiao slammed the hat on his head to the grass, pulled out a big knife, and then the trumpeter of the new regiment also blew the trumpet.

"Rush."

"Brothers, rush and destroy this group of devils."

I don't know if I got a temper up, and without getting Ding Wei's order, the soldiers of the new regiment took the initiative to get on the bayonet and rushed down the mountain.

The main reason is that he was surrounded and suppressed by devils a few days ago, and everyone who beat them was holding back a fire in their hearts.

At this moment, all the soldiers were full of anger, and the hatred of the family and the country in their hearts also burst out, like a fierce tiger, rushing towards the bottom of the mountain.

"The squadron leader is not good, the enemy is rushing down the mountain."

A few little devils had already fallen under Yang Ming's machine gun.

Yang Ming's independent platoon has a lot of firepower, and his individual combat literacy is very high, and the other party was stupid by such a sudden charge.

In an instant, the devils who were about to retreat were scattered, and the little devils were now fleeing for their lives, and they had no morale, and they wanted to organize a charge, but everyone ran away.

A soldier ran in front of Hikawa Okamoto, "Captain, the enemy has rushed down the mountain and can't stop the counterattack, what should I do?" ”

Hikawa Okamoto's face became ugly, "Yaga Yalu." ”

This war to block the enemy's reinforcements was turned into a war of annihilation by the Eighth Route Army, and the Eighth Route Army only had a few people, so they dared to rush up and fight with them with bayonets.

Just when Hikawa Okamoto hesitated, the gunfire was getting closer and closer, and his subordinates were also frightened, just now the opponent's fire was so fierce, they were guessing that the other party should have someone to support.

And now that the Eighth Route Army has rushed down from the mountain, it is even more certain that they have someone to support.

At that time, the combat style of the Eighth Route Army in the northwest of Shanxi Province was often to fight more and fight less, because the weapons and equipment were backward, and only by fighting more and fighting less could the chances of victory be greater.

But now they suddenly rushed down, and someone must have come to their aid.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat."

Hikawa Okamoto's men retreated, and then let some of them defend, lest those who had not yet retreated be killed by the Eighth Route Army that was chasing down.

But now the charge of the Eighth Route Army is too fierce, and the knife has reached the chest, and it is impossible to organize a defense and retreat in an orderly manner.

But if he doesn't run, I'm afraid his life will be explained here.

Who would have thought that a crushing battle would be fought like this by Hikawa Okamoto.

In an instant, more than 100 people were killed by the Eighth Route Army that charged down.

Now there are only more than 300 people under his command who can fight, and those more than 300 people are still rushing everywhere, the other side is outnumbered, the firepower is strong, can't be stopped, can't be stopped.

Yang Ming roared angrily: "Brothers, kill them, kill." ”

Yang Ming was so excited that he died, in his opinion, these were his points, a lot of points.

And after all, he is a traverser, and he can only watch TV to fight devils in the past, but now he can go into battle in person and fight bayonets with devils in person, which is so cool.

completely vent the anger of family hatred and national hatred in my heart.

As for the little devils, they are not tall in the first place, and they are naturally not as fast as the Eighth Route Army, and as long as those devils enter the firing range, they will be strafed by the machine guns of the independent platoon.

The machine guns of the independent platoon were like lawnmowers, and all the devils within their range were like leeks, cut to the ground one by one.

Dozens of corpses of devils soon fell on the ground, and with a single charge, the devils lost more than 200 people.

In the end, only half of the devils retreated in a hurry and were able to escape.

"Clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils."

Seeing the weapons and equipment discarded by the devil, Yang Ming was excited.

You will be prompted.

"In this battle, the independent platoon killed 121 enemy soldiers."

"Destroy enemy weapons and equipment, four Type 92 infantry guns, three mortars, 20 heavy machine guns."

"Earn 56,000 points."

Hearing the prompt of the system, Ye Ming was overjoyed.

I made a lot of money, and this one made a lot of money.

Hikawa Okamoto ran in too much hurry, like a lost dog.

A lot of baggage has also been left behind.