Because the independent platoon had time, and they had captured a lot of shovels for digging trenches from the special squad, their trenches were dug very deep, and the fortifications were very well repaired, even if they were bombed a few times, they were fine.

It's just that one of the fighters was slightly wounded.

Soon, the devil's death squad came into range.

"Beat, kill these bastards."

The MG42 machine gun clicked and spewed tongues of fire, and the bullets instantly lit up half of the hillside.

The powerful firepower network frightened the death squad back down.

After all, this is a heavy machine gun, a heavy machine gun is no better than a light machine gun, the heavy machine gun has strong firepower and strong penetration, and once shot, it is not as simple as making a hole, the arm and thigh are shot, and the direct comminuted fracture is broken.

Soon, the sound of gunfire and artillery resounded throughout the valley.

The commander of the death squad really had no choice but to hide behind a large rock halfway up the hill, and the bullet hit the stone, and there was a feeling that the bullet was going to tear the stone apart.

The people of the death squad are not really daring to die, and in the face of such strong firepower, they will not send people to their heads in vain.

So they can only rush forward while fighting.

The real war will not be like in the TV series, where a large group of people rush down with guns and suddenly see people.

That's all the exaggerated role of film and television dramas.

Generally, they will take turns to charge forward in squads.

Each squad has a demoman, a charger, a machine gunner, someone to cover fire, someone to charge, someone to blow up the opposite fortifications, someone to snipe the opponent's fire point, there is a clear division of labor.

It is precisely because of the clear division of labor that the devil's troops will be very strong, and the individual combat will be fierce, and a squad can match the combat intensity of a new regiment and a platoon.

It is not to belittle the combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army, but the war needs the blessing of weapons and a lot of training of personnel to support.

So both are indispensable.

The Eighth Route Army has just experienced encirclement and suppression, and the combat quality of the personnel is not very good, and the weapons and equipment are also some newly captured 38 covers, and the bullets have to be spared, so what to compare with this elite department of the devil?

However, the strength of Yang Ming's independent platoon supported the firepower network of the entire new regiment.

The little devils were suppressed by the fire and could not move.

Those death squads who forcibly charged were either killed directly, or they hid behind cover and did not dare to move, once they showed their heads, a 98k headshot was not covered.

"Mortars, take out their heavy machine gun positions."

The devil who rushed in front fell under Yang Ming's machine gun, and the little devil immediately asked the mortar unit to adjust the elevation angle and aimed at Yang Ming's machine gun fire.

After several rounds of attacks, there were indeed several machine gun fire points that were pulled out by the devils.

But it was only the point of fire that was pulled out and the fortifications were blown up, and the soldiers were fine.

Seeing this, Yang Ming shouted loudly: "Guan Yunchang, Guan Yunchang, what the hell are you doing, Lao Tzu asked you to kill the mortar gunner of the devil, what are you doing?" ”

Guan Yunchang is a sniper armed with a 98k rifle equipped with advanced optical aiming instruments.

This thing was also exchanged by Yang Ming with points.

So even in the dark, he could see clearly.

And on the river beach below the Zhaojia Bridge, Yamamoto Eleven looked at the soldiers on the hillside, this battle was very anxious, and when he saw the enemy's terrifying firepower, he also felt that he was a little careless.

This battle should not be fought like this, and a part of the troops should be sent to contain the new regiment, and the other part should be forced to pass through the Zhaojia Bridge.

But now that the two sides have bitten together, they can't rush over at all.

"I don't know where the new regiment came from, their weapons and equipment are different from those of the other Eighth Route Army."

"Yes, squadron leader, I don't know what model of heavy machine gun they use, I don't know if it's German or American, the firepower is too fierce, and our troops can't get close at all."

They couldn't figure out why the Eighth Route Army had such an advanced heavy machine gun.

Therefore, Yamamoto Eleven guessed that this unit should be the elite of the Eighth Route Army, and it was very likely that it was transferred from the division headquarters.

Yamamoto Eleven said coldly: "We must take Zhaojiaqiao, at any cost, even if we kill all the troops, we must take Zhaojiaqiao, Zhaojiaqiao is the only way to Zhaojiayu, if we can't take Zhaojiaqiao, our follow-up troops will not be able to advance in the direction of Li Jiayu." ”

"Hey."

The little devil's staff officer nodded slightly, and then ran out to issue orders.

And the infantry of the front-line little devils hid in craters and could not move at all.

There were also two dead death squad members by his side.

They have also fought many fierce battles, and before, they have fought against the Jin Sui army, but none of the opponents they have encountered are so difficult.

In the past, they suppressed and bullied others through firepower, and today they were finally bullied by others.

The opponent is not only powerful in firepower, but mainly because the two or three snipers on the other side are too ruthless, and their marksmanship is extremely accurate, one shot at a time.

Anyway, he had to die if he showed his head, and he had already seen his comrade's head burst like a watermelon.

The death squad member lay in the trench in confusion and muttered to himself, "Could it be that the Eighth Route Army also has snipers?" ”

You know, the training of a sniper is very difficult, although there are snipers in the Eighth Route Army, but there are not many, because the Eighth Route Army only gets a gun for three people on weekdays, and each person only has a single four bullets, and the sniper does not have a lot of bullet training, and it is difficult to become a qualified sniper.

So they were all shocked, why did the Eighth Route Army suddenly have snipers, even a new regiment had two or three snipers.

Not far away, a devil's squad leader lay there and roared: "Bagaya Road, for the sake of the emperor, rush." ”

The squad leader stood up and prepared to charge, because they were soldiers of the Empire, and the soldiers of the Empire would die on the way to the charge, how could they hide here and lie on their stomachs like a dog.

And they are death squads, they were originally charged with the determination to die, and they must not be reluctant.

That's the mental activity of that daredevil.

"Yaga. Come on. ”

The guy had just crawled out of the pit and was about to charge with his gun, when a 98k bullet pierced the air and pierced his throat, and with a thud, a stream of bright red blood gushed out.

"You're rushing."

Although he couldn't understand what the imp was shouting, the sniper could tell that the imp was preparing to charge.

"Mortar suppression, suppression, machine gunners, suppress them, suppress them."

The infantry behind the little devils frantically poured bullets.

I have to say that this group of little devils is also quite ruthless, as if they don't want money for bullets, and they are pouring towards the position of the Eighth Route Army.

Suppressed by the fire, Zhao Ergou looked at the little devil who was approaching.

"Captain, these little devils are so fierce, it's really deadly."

Yang Ming nodded slightly, "Yes, this little devil unit is not afraid of death than the one just now, and its firepower is much fiercer." ”

Now the two sides are playing anxiously, and the balance of victory is not in favor of either side.

Then Yang Ming thought about it and said to Zhao Ergou.

"His grandmother's, this group of bastards is aiming at mortars, so they bomb us unscrupulously, tigers don't threaten, when I'm a sick cat."

"Guan Yunchang, take someone to touch it and level the mortar position of the devil to Lao Tzu."