The dwarves in front of them are still some distance from their temporary positions, and it stands to reason that they should continue to shoot and consume more of the enemy's living force before engaging the enemy in close combat.

Although it was not yet the best time to launch a counter-charge, Makarov was naturally extremely anxious to see his instructor once again take the lead in attacking.

He hurriedly threw the DP light machine gun in his hand next to the Yellow River, and then with a shout, he picked up Mosin Nagant, who was sticking a four-edged bayonet, and followed behind the instructor.

"Ulla!"

Even though the number of people is much smaller than that of the devils, they do not lose at all in terms of momentum.

The total length of the devil's 38 cover is 128 centimeters, and the total length is 166.3 centimeters after the bayonet is installed, and even many devils are not as tall as rifles. But Mosin Nagant is longer than this 38-style spear, with a length of almost 1.78 meters, making it unafraid of any opponent's white-knuckle combat.

The dwarves all practiced bayonets hard, but sometimes hard training could not make up for the congenital defects. In the face of undernourished soldiers of the Republic of China, they can have an advantage when fighting bayonets, and they can even win more with less.

But at this moment, the shortcomings of their five short statures are exposed in front of these Siberian men. With the shouts of killing that reached into the sky, the soldiers of the transport team rushed towards the devil with bayonets and light machine guns.

The first to engage the enemy was the instructor, who had no fear in the face of the dwarf's chilling bayonets.

The sapper shovel held in his right hand swung out from the bottom up, not only blocking the bayonet stab of the devil soldier, but even making the devil lose his center of gravity with huge force. Seeing that the enemy was so vulnerable, the instructor showed a murderous smile, and the TT33 pistol in his left hand did not hesitate to shoot a few bullets.

Finding that his colleague was easily killed by the enemy, the devil who filled the position stabbed his long-planned hateful blow when the instructor's old strength was exhausted and the new strength was not alive.

The original tactic of the convoy was to alternate between two and two covers, but the flag bearer fell on the way to the charge.

But the attack still didn't work, and Makarov behind the instructor had already rushed up.

At the critical moment when the bayonet was about to stab the instructor's body, Marklov's left hand holding the gun took the lead and drove the head of the gun to move to the left to resist the devil's bayonet, and at the same time, his right hand followed closely to control the butt to move to the right.

After a wave of operations, not only did they provoke the enemy gun gang instructor to relieve the siege, but also let the devil open the door. Then the four-edged bayonet stabbed back and stabbed the dwarf in the heart.

The rugged and ferocious bayonet came out of his body, and this knife pierced the devil's heart directly.

The four edges and four blood grooves brought great pain to this devil who was not yet dead, his body kept twitching, and blood continued to gush out from the knife.

The dwarf gripped Makarov's gun with the last of his strength, spitting blood out of his mouth and saying something that no one understood.

But Makarov quickly understood what this meant, because a stocky devil had been killed in front of him to the left. Just as he was about to draw his bayonet to engage the enemy, the bayonet was tightly clamped by the dwarf who was not dead.

The dwarf was still coughing up blood, but he had a terrible smile, like a demon trying to pull a cushion on his back before he died.

The stout devil jumped high when he was still more than two meters away from Makarov, and the bayonet was pointed directly at his chest. This kind of person who doesn't say a word on the battlefield and makes a big jump and stabbing first, at first glance, is a novice who has never fought much.

Maybe he did well on the training ground, but this kind of action also exposed a lot of empty doors, and his physical exertion was also fast, so it can be said that there is no discipline at all.

If it's a one-on-one heads-up, Makarov is confident that he can finish him in under five moves. But the weapon in his hand can't be used for the time being, and now in the face of this kind of rookie, he can only helplessly give up the rifle in his hand and dodge first.

It was clear that the dwarf had forgotten that there was another person here, and the instructor came out of him as he jumped.

The sapper shovel in his hand slashed heavily on the devil's face, and the sharp shovel instantly cut off a large piece of flesh on the man's face, and the severe pain made the dwarf suddenly lose his combat effectiveness and half-kneel on the ground, and the screams could be heard from afar.

The instructor kicked the devil and spat at him, he looked at the enemy with disdain, and then sent him to do his filial piety to xx with a bullet.

"Suka, what rubbish!"

The two who had relieved each other glanced at each other and continued to attack the enemy.

Although the devil squadron has a geographical advantage and firepower advantage, it has to die by itself.

Obviously, after fighting this ambush battle step by step, he could return with a full load, but he stubbornly charged with the fiercest firepower to play melee fighting bayonets, which caused the transport team to fight back and forth with the devils for a while.

Seeing that Makarov, who was like a hairy bear, relied on his strength, and cooperated with the people around him to kill several of his subordinates.

The squadron leader was even more furious, and he greeted him with a few devils, ordering them to do everything they could to create one-on-one space.

This devil squadron leader is now repentant, he didn't expect his father's subordinates to be so strong. Just the convoy's will to fight was no worse than theirs, and he was amazed by the level of weaponry and training.

Their own squadron suffered heavy losses, and even if they all took these enemies, the best result would be no reward or punishment.

With his mind full of honor and bushido, he now only thinks about cutting off the head of the big man in front of him.

Makarov stared at the enemy commander with a katana in front of him, though he wasn't interested in the bullshit spirit of the dwarf. But if you have the courage to come out and fight him alone, it must be a bit of a real skill.

He strikes with his left foot in front of his right foot, the toes facing forward, and the toes of his right foot facing the outside of his body, mainly to facilitate the power of his legs.

This Siberian hunk looked at the devil who was still tempting, and he decided to attack first.

The thrust of his right foot and the thrust of his waist allowed him to rush forward like a leopard, his back hunched and his arms pushing his gun forward.

But what Maklov didn't know was that the devil he faced was from a samurai family, and he usually studied swordsmanship.

He saw the opportunity, and with a flick of the katana, he actually picked off Makarov's bayonet, and then the katana stabbed Makarov's face like a poisonous snake.

In the face of such a tricky knife, Makarov's pupils shrank and he hurriedly dodged. But the blade of the katana still cut through the clothes on his chest, and blood flowed out of the narrow wound.

After the victory blow was dodged, the squadron leader of the devil was not annoyed, but glanced at Makarov with interest.

This time, the devil took the initiative to attack, facing the katana that was chopped down from the left. Makarov had an idea, pulled his left hand back, pushed his right hand forward, and at the same time drove his upper body to rotate with his waist, and his right foot quickly stepped forward, allowing his whole body to bully the enemy.

As he picked up the katana, the butt of the gun slammed into the devil's head.

Makarov, who is known for his strength, almost fainted when he hit the devil this time. Just when the devil wanted to resist, a bayonet was inserted into his body.

After eliminating this enemy, Makarov shouted excitedly and went murderously to help his comrades.

After discovering that his squadron leader's jade was shattered, the morale of the devil was greatly affected. But even if the devils of this era do not have the command of their superiors, they can still exert good combat effectiveness.

Several squad leaders, who had long not wanted to fight bayonets, immediately ordered to change their fighting style, light and heavy machine guns kept their fire suppressed, and mortars and grenadiers, which had been silent for a while, rang out again.

The soldiers of the convoy were so fierce that they had no choice but to fight back and try to get back to the vicinity of the truck.

Huang He looked at the blood and broken limbs everywhere, and he witnessed the sacrifice of his comrades who had eaten with him yesterday. The bloody and chaotic battlefield made him see the cruelty of war.

The originally trembling body also slowly calmed down at this time.

He quietly poked his head out and observed the form on the battlefield.

The fighters of the convoy were so killed and wounded by the enemy's light and heavy machine guns that if nothing was done, few of them could retreat.

He took a deep breath and picked up the DP light machine gun that Makarov had thrown aside.

As a normal man, he has a natural yearning for firearms. After the crossing, he will also be refreshed from time to time.

But it was the first time he had fought against the enemy, and he suppressed the fear in his heart and held a light machine gun to strafe the enemy in the distance.

Fortunately, the ammunition capacity of this light machine gun is large enough, and it is simply not enough for him to replace it with another light machine gun. Although he did not kill the enemy, he did provide cover for Makarov's people.

After the more than thirty rounds in the cartridge were used up, he quickly retracted and replaced the cartridge. It takes about eight seconds for a skilled secondary shooter to complete, and it took him more than twenty seconds to get started for the first time.

At this time, he was extremely anxious, and his comrades were within the range of the enemy's machine guns, and people were killed every second.

He switched directions and opened fire on the enemy, but the enemy had already prepared for it.

At the same time as the trigger was pulled, an Arisaka rifle bullet hit him in the abdomen.

After being shot, Huang He lost his mind for a moment, and he saw Makarov's grief-stricken face and the arrogant expression of the devil. He endured the pain and shouted to vent his fear, as he tried to shoot the bullet at the enemy's position.

But another bullet hit him in the left shoulder, and this time he couldn't even hold the gun and fell heavily to the side of the truck.

Huang He felt the blood flowing, and pain filled his brain. He felt his body getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't open his eyes.

At this time, he heard a familiar voice!

Drip-d-drip drip-drip...

A loud charge sounded from the entrance to the canyon, and Makarov, who heard it, instantly understood that reinforcements were coming. He snatched the brightly colored flag from the flag bearer's hand and stopped retreating.

"Davaris, it's time to fight back! Ulla! ”

The remnants of the Eighth Route Army and Makarov, who came to support, were like two sharp butcher knives, slammed into the hearts of this group of beasts!