The Japanese captain led hundreds of his men to rush forward quickly.
I saw that the Eighth Route Cavalry had been moving around the troops, but they didn't dare to get close.
The captain was secretly happy, feeling that he had successfully contained the Eighth Route Army's attack.
As long as the troops successfully fight back to their base, they win.
Also because of the Eighth Route Cavalry's activities around, the captain did not even dare to send forward reconnaissance troops, which resulted in him never discovering Li Yunlong who was blocking him a few hundred meters away.
"Yo Xi... We have light and heavy machine guns. The Eighth Route Cavalry does not dare to approach us. Everyone, keep in formation and keep moving forward. The station is just ahead." The captain encouraged his subordinates as he hurried on.
It seems that the Eighth Route Cavalry only dared to linger three to four hundred meters away from everyone and did not dare to get close.
The ordinary Japanese soldiers no longer panicked at the beginning, but slowly regained their confidence. Holding guns, holding light machine guns, and carrying heavy machine guns, they marched towards the station with great fanfare.
The Japanese were afraid that the Eighth Route Army would smear and attack them secretly, so they marched forward holding torches from beginning to end.
Li Yundong crouched behind the heavy machine gun. Even without a telescope, he could clearly see every move of the Japanese army. At the same time, he silently calculated the distance between Liang Jun and Liang Jun.
The intercepting troops commanded by Li Yunlong did not hold up torches. Under the darkness of night, they looked like a group of ghosts lying on the official road, quietly waiting for the arrival of the little Japs.
When the distance between the two sides had shortened to seventy or eighty meters, the Japanese captain still did not notice Li Yunlong's presence.
But Li Yunlong couldn't wait any longer.
The barrel of the heavy machine gun was pointed at the place where the Japanese soldiers were, and the trigger was fired suddenly, shouting loudly.
"Hit me hard...shoot...dong dong dong..."
The dull sound of heavy machine gun fire sounded simultaneously in the night.
The black barrel instantly spurted out a tongue of flame, and the search belt was wrapped in flames and flew towards the Japanese army in a fan shape.
In the blink of an eye, Li Yunlong fired all twenty bullets from a bullet board.
The ammunition hand quickly inserted the second bullet plate.
Li Yunlong continued to pull the trigger and fired a second round of bullets at the Japanese army.
The truck-mounted heavy machine gun on the side showed no mercy, and bullets flew towards the Japanese as if they were free of charge.
The car lights were turned on at the same time, aiming at the little Japanese in front, illuminating their location clearly. Hundreds of Japanese soldiers were placed in front of everyone like living targets.
The Japanese captain became desperate on the spot.
Under the cover of night, the tongues of flame ejected from the machine guns are clearly visible. Quickly, one can judge how many heavy and light machine guns the opponent has by the length of the tongues of flame.
One glance at the sudden burst of machine gun fire in front of him and he knew he was doomed.
Fifty or sixty light and heavy machine guns fired at him at the same time.
The subordinates are gathered together again, and as long as bullets fly over, they can hit the target.
If one machine gun kills three subordinates, the Eighth Route Army's first round of rapid fire attack can kill one of its own squadrons.
What made the captain even more desperate was that the opponent was actually equipped with tanks and armored vehicles.
The moment the gunfire rang out, the roar of the chariot also rang out.
Nine tanks formed a semi-encirclement and came towards him, and the heavy machine guns on the vehicles kept shooting at him.
More than a thousand Eighth Route Army troops followed the tank, holding machine guns in their arms as submachine guns, charging and firing at the same time.
Faced with such a blow, the soldiers under his command were helpless and could only be beaten passively.
that's the truth.
Except for the corpses of the soldiers who had been killed, or all the subordinates lying on the ground, they did not dare to move.
The bullets intertwined above the head were so dense that if you raised your head even a little, it would be shot into a sieve.
Many soldiers have proven this.
They were not willing to lie here and wait for death, so they raised the Sanba Gai to fight back.
As a result, as soon as he picked up the rifle, the flying bullets hit his head.
Many soldiers had half their heads cut off by bullets, and their red and white brains were splattered everywhere. It was too horrible to see.
Faced with this fatal situation, even if the little devils have the support of Bushido spirit and are not afraid of death, they will give up.
But lying on the ground can only temporarily save their lives, but it does not mean that they can survive.
The nine chariots rushed closer and closer.
As long as the distance between the two sides is shortened to within forty meters, bullets can still penetrate their bodies from the back even if they are lying down.
The captain must think of a way to break the situation as soon as possible, otherwise the hundreds of subordinates around him will be wiped out here.
But the opponent's offensive firepower is too strong, and there is chariot cover. Even if you fight with a bayonet, you have to kill the chariot in front before you can qualify.
You can imagine how difficult it is to rely on a group of supplementary soldiers who don't even have heavy weapons to destroy nine fully armed tanks protected by infantry.
But this is his only way to turn defeat into victory and resolve the crisis at hand.
Otherwise, even if all the soldiers under his command die, they still won’t be able to kill a single Eighth Route Army soldier.
It's better to give it a try, maybe there's still a chance to get two Eighth Route Army soldiers to back you up before you die.
"Sir..." A squadron leader under his command suddenly crawled over.
"The Eighth Route Army has tanks to support them, and they are about to kill us. We are definitely no match..."
"Breaking through and retreating?"
"We still have a few hundred people, and we will divide our troops to break out..."
"The Eighth Route Army only has nine tanks and it is impossible to pursue all of us at the same time."
"Everyone will die here if we hold on to the enemy, but there are still soldiers who can survive and continue to reinforce the station."
Although the captain was desperate and had no hope for the future of this battle, he had a clear mind and vetoed it without hesitation.
"Are you here to play with the Eighth Route Cavalry that is moving around us?"
"If we break out with our front foot, they will come towards us with their rear foot."
"We ran for our lives on two legs, and they pursued us on four legs. We had a clear view of the surroundings, not even a ravine. Can you escape the pursuit of the cavalry?"
"Everyone is ready..."
"All hands on bayonets..."
"Concentrate the grenades on the soldiers on the periphery. When the Eighth Route Army approaches, launch a countercharge. First use the grenades to blow up the tanks, and then fight with the infantry behind with bayonets."
"Even if we die here, we will still have two Eighth Route Army soldiers to support us."
"Instead of being chased by them all the way and dying here in vain."
The squadron leader was as if enlightened and reacted instantly: "Sir, do you want to fish in troubled waters?"
The captain directly ordered: "This is our only chance, otherwise everyone will be slaughtered here, and their death will be meaningless."
"Go and give the order immediately."
"Gather all the grenades into an infantry squad..."
"After the Eighth Route Army approaches, first launch a counterattack and provide fire cover, destroying the Eighth Route Army's tank troops at all costs."
When hundreds of Japanese troops were planning nervously, the tank company that had rushed to them thirty or forty meters away suddenly stopped advancing.
The captain's face was confused, and before he could react, he saw hundreds of grenades flying over the tank towards them.
"Baga..." The captain was completely desperate.
He overlooked one very important thing.
The soldiers under his command were pinned to the ground by the vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns, without even a chance to raise their heads.
I couldn't throw the grenade with all my strength, so I was thankful that I could throw it thirty meters away.
The Eighth Route Army hid behind the tank, threw the grenade away from his arms, and could throw it at least forty meters.
Soldiers with strong arms can throw it fifty or sixty meters with no problem.
