"Pop" a box gun rang out.
Bah bah bah——
Then three rifle shots were heard from another location.
The first Japanese soldier who was at the forefront of the charge fell down. The second Japanese soldier and the third Japanese soldier rushed forward without hesitation. Behind him was a large group of Japanese soldiers, and bullets kept firing towards the ridgeline of the mountain ridge ahead.
The unique sound of Ba Gouer's 38-meter rifle kept ringing.
The Japanese had already figured out that there were not many bullets in the Eighth Route Army's ambush on the opposite side, and they could not even fire two decent volleys. They advanced rapidly, and the grenade behind them kept firing grenades towards the Eighth Route Army's position.
The ambushed Eighth Route Army company commander carefully leaned out of the wall and looked at the Japanese troops rushing over. He was so yellow that his heart beat involuntarily. He only fired a few shots. The Japanese who were killed were unable to seize their weapons, and only one bullet was fired. Just one grain missing. The trenches that we worked so hard to build in the middle of the night were useless. It was originally a stone mountain with not much mud. The Japanese grenades came over and injured more than a dozen people. The Japanese vanguard only had about 200 people, and more followed. There were countless Japanese soldiers in sight, and I had never seen such a huge battle before.
This battle is a fart. Although our model regiment is brave in style, we are not fools. If we can't beat you, I will fight a harassment battle: "Order, except for one platoon and one squad to stay, everyone else is to retreat!"
The order seemed right, but he forgot that the Japs had put up such a big formation this time and had already rushed to a position of nearly 100 meters. After being tormented by the Eighth Route Army on the mountain ridge all night, the Japs squadron leader of the vanguard immediately After breaking the gong and throat, the general showed his demeanor, drew out his command sword, pointed it forward, suppressed his blush, loudly ordered the attack, and shouted: "Kill the cock!"
As a result, I used too much force and tore the string in my throat. I stood on the road, rolled my eyes, and fainted.
After receiving the order, the Japanese soldiers immediately began to carry out the deployment of the squadron leader before he fainted, and divided into two groups to outflank the north and south ridges where the terrain had slowed down.
The Japs attacked very quickly, and the remaining squad of soldiers prepared to catch up with the Japs on the mountain ridge to fight with bayonets. The Japs were not stupid. In the advantageous situation, they did not contact the Eighth Route Army and started throwing grenades directly.
The Japs in the valley kept shooting at the eight-pronged group charging above.
Without blocking, the Japs clung to the retreating team. People kept falling. The distance between the two sides was shortened. The Japs shot accurately and there were many people. They attacked from three directions at the same time. The soldiers behind them fell one after another.
The Eighth Route Company Commander had no choice but to order the soldiers to withdraw first, leaving a platoon behind to cut off the rear. Bullets from the shell gun rushed out of the muzzle, and Japanese soldiers continued to fall. More Japanese soldiers rushed up, and grenades were thrown all over the sky. Yes, the grenades of the Eighth Route Army whirled towards the crowd of Japanese attackers. Their lethality was far inferior to the grenades of the Japanese. Bullets flew everywhere, and some people were overturned by the first explosion.
Like a tide, the Japanese surged past the blocking Eighth Route Army and pursued the Eighth Route Army team in the distance.
Hu Yi looked at the white-hot battlefield below through the telescope. This was not a battle, but a one-sided massacre. The team heading east on the Eighth Route was getting shorter and shorter. The teams running away on both sides had more Japanese shooting. There was a lack of The Eighth Route Army, which had no ammunition, was no match at all.
Japs were everywhere chasing the lone Eighth Route Army soldiers. The Japs were running and shooting. The sound of the gunfire felt very far away, but one could feel the blood splattering and the life disappearing.
Political Commissar Ding's heart was bleeding. In such a battle, his comrades were suffering, but there was nothing he could do.
"The Japanese have attacked with so many troops and have already reached the mountain pass. I estimate that the Japanese may want to enter the mountain." Hu Yi's telescope was pulled over by Political Commissar Ding and he analyzed calmly.
Hu Yi has seen such battlefield situations before. If he is not cold-blooded, even if he rushes down, it will be useless.
The retreating Eighth Route Army finally rushed to the mountain pass, ran in a narrow ditch, and crossed a small stone bridge. With the obstruction of rocks, the Japanese bullets were finally unable to hit. A small team of Japanese soldiers were still pursuing quickly.
After entering the eighth road at the mountain pass, there were less than one class left.
Panting heavily, the broken bellows-like lungs have reached their limit.
One soldier took the initiative to stay at the mountain pass, and the other dozen or so soldiers moved forward a little further, holding their hands on the rocks, sucking air into their lungs vigorously, and then spit it out.
A Japs head appeared, revealing half of his body.
Boom, there was a gunshot, and the Japanese man was knocked back, and a bloody flower bloomed on his chest.
The second Japanese soldier behind him showed his body again, and there was another gunshot, but he missed. The Japanese soldier's courage increased greatly, and he ran towards the mountain pass without hesitation. He could clearly see that there were only about ten of them in front of him. It was estimated that the bullet had already arrived. He fired them all. He didn't know the source of the bullets from this shot. Maybe someone in the Eighth Route Army found a missing bullet in the bullet bag.
The Japanese climbed onto the stone bridge before entering the mountain. The bridge was not wide and only two or three meters long. The stone bridge was covered with moss. Under the bridge was a stream flowing from the mountain. The water flow was not large. It had not been flowing in the mountains for a long time. It rained, and there were traces of flash floods on the riverside.
The Japs keep showing up, and three Japs have already appeared.
Hu Yi was lying on a huge rock on the north side of the mountain pass. There was no need to look for this position. It was a natural shooting position. As long as the Japanese grenades did not come up, it could be said that one man was in charge and no one could open it.
The second shot missed because Hu Yi aimed at the Japanese soldier's head while he was running and was careless.
The third shot was fired again, the Japs were shot in the chest, and the flowers became redder.
Four shots, five shots...
Hu Yi fired one shot after another, and the rocks in front of him were covered with a mess of yellow bullet casings.
Political Commissar Ding went behind the stone to pick up the Eighth Route soldiers who entered the mountain.
"Our company is all gone!" The soldier's eyes were red and he wiped the snot flowing out with his hand. Hu Yi, who took the time to look back, thought of the sacrifice of Liu snot.
"Stop crying, come here and help!" Political Commissar Ding called the soldiers entering the mountain to the south side of the mountain.
On the south side is a cliff, far away from the stone bridge leading into the mountain. Guard Xiao Liu has a shell gun in front of him and is using the bridge frame to press bullets into the gun from above.
According to Hu Yi's arrangement, there was no guarantee of hitting the Japs. Listening to Captain Hu firing his gun slowly from the opposite side, seven or eight Japs had already fallen under the stone bridge.
Several soldiers were in a daze. There wasn't even a bullet in the gun. How could they help?
Hurry down to the river ditch from the south to get back the Japs' guns and bullets. Remember, the Japs have a bullet box on their backs, so don't forget it. Political Commissar Ding ordered these friendly soldiers of the Eighth Route Army according to what Hu Yi told him just now.
He did not say that he was a political commissar and that he would be a savior if he could block their attack. He did not ask about the change of the number of the troops of Political Commissar Ding.
The soldiers followed Political Commissar Ding to the south of the mountain pass, pulling the shrubs and weeds on the mountain wall, and headed down to the edge of the creek.
Some of the Japanese who fell into the ditch were still panting. Although the stone bridge was a bit high, the Japanese who fell first had their backs. The Japanese who fell behind were not hit by Hu Yi's bullets. Touching it, I saw blood-red eyes and a ferocious expression...
