Hu Yi is the backbone of Jiulian.
Tang Da's stupid cat-like waist stepped forward and took the machine gun: "Hey, what the hell, Captain Hu, are you not dead?"
The image of a big, panting mule eliminates the need for identification of friend or foe.
Just as Tang Dagou finished speaking, an unexpected childish anger suddenly came from the crowd behind him: "Tang Dagou, shut your stinky mouth!"
Tang Dagou trembled in fright. The voice was of course that of a little girl. The half-immortal who was responding to the call didn't seem to have any reaction. He was probably gloating about his misfortune.
Tang Dagou is not afraid of the girl. He has already figured out the girl's character and doesn't talk to her.
Three figures gradually emerged from the darkness. They received Hu Yi's Tang Dagou. They ignored the girl's small body and turned around, holding his horse with four rings. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the entrance of the village to guard. In the woods, the Japanese with torches were hiding. come out.
So brave!
Tang Dagou spat aside, pulled a piece of dogtail grass, stuffed the young stem into his mouth, smacked it hard, with a sinister smile on his face: "You are not afraid of death, I asked you to chase me, I asked you to fight back Light the torch!"
They were about a hundred meters away, and they would rush over in the blink of an eye. Judging by their posture, there were only about twenty Japs coming out.
Seeing the situation, Ding Deyi asked: "Hu Yi, are you okay?"
Got a reluctant yes.
The political commissar immediately ordered the half-immortal to notify Li Xiang, who was about thirty or forty meters away, to shoot out the remaining flares, targeting the Ferry Japs.
Chen Chong and Pan Zhuzhu, each in a squad, had been ambushing them on the other side of the river for a long time. The flares were the signal.
The river in the mountains was originally not very wide, only twenty to thirty meters. If you had strong hands, it wouldn't be a problem to throw two grenades across the river. Of course, both sides were not on the river, so they couldn't afford to throw them away.
In fact, the Ninth Company had never even done a collective assassination. Each platoon leader did his own thing. They were a bunch of mobs, but they didn't need orders from the political commissar at all. As soon as he finished speaking, the remnant soldiers of the Ninth Company were about thirty years away from the meeting position. A few meters away, there was a crisp sound, and a flare flew into the air.
The flare also exposed Li Xiang's position. The Japanese who rushed out of the village all spread their legs, carrying Tomosaka rifles with bullets loaded, and pointed the muzzles at Balu who was cleaning up the guys and preparing to flee in a panic.
There was a constant sound of banging, and one of the Eighth Route Army slumped and fell to the ground. The other one hurriedly stepped forward, trying to pick up his comrade who was eating, drinking, and sleeping together. He half-carried and half-supported wanted to drill into the darkness, but the enemy's dense bullets , but did not give him a chance. The two were hit by the Japanese's rifle bullets again. Each of them was shot several times. Both of them fell to the ground without even a scream.
Li Xiang crouched and ran back quickly, taking a soldier with him, instead of running in the direction of a large group of people in the Ninth Company, he rushed into the darkness that had been arranged earlier.
"Damn it, you little devil, are you obsessed with me?" Luo Fugui pulled the machine gun, dipped a small amount of mobile oil in the oil can and began to apply it on the bullets.
Hu Yi grabbed the machine gun that Tang Dagou helped carry, lay down, set up the tripod, carefully adjusted the muzzle of the gun, untied and pulled off the towel wrapped around the ammunition hopper, and put his index finger on the trigger.
A familiar feeling came through, although not as friendly as the Czech one.
Hu Yi probably understood Ding Deyi's arrangement. The way to evacuate was very simple. People were arranged to cover the area on the other side of the river. Everyone would have to swim across the river later.
Tang Dagou squatted in the bushes and pointed his gun at the charging Japanese. Bang, there was a gunshot, and the Japanese who rushed to the front was almost 80 meters away. The Japanese fell to the ground.
Hu Yi did not fire. Tang Dagou knew Hu Yi's character and was not afraid of the Japanese who rushed up.
Come up here with a torch and die, and let your uncle dog send you to the West!
Of course, he didn't know that the ghost god was an aunt named Amaterasu.
The Japanese crouched down, using their tracking moves, holding friendly rifles, and kept pulling the bolts. The bullets kept pouring in. For a while, the gunshots were loud and majestic, which aroused the interest of the Japanese who were building a bridge by the river.
Seeing the lively scene by the river, the Japanese soldiers were unwilling to lag behind. Under the organization of the sergeant, nearly half of the Japanese soldiers loaded up their guns and equipment and pressed towards the Eighth Route Army position. The remaining half of the small group of Japanese soldiers, almost all Japanese engineers, did not stop. Take the time to take a look at the work you are doing.
The Japs by the river launched their attack with great momentum! However, his back was immediately exposed to a row of black gun muzzles in the bushes on the other side of the river. The flares had already fallen, leaving only the fire and torches at the ferry side. The Japs who had emerged from the village were holding their rifles and glowing in the dark. Dissipate heat.
Relying on the strength of the crowd, they were not even willing to put out the fire. There were more than a dozen Eighth Route Army soldiers and so many people went up to besiege them.
Gunshots rang out from across the river without warning, and a wave of bullets screamed towards the river to attack the Zhenghuan Japs. Even in the dark, the Japs holding open fire maintained a standard field attack formation. The attack came from behind, and the bullets They came suddenly and intensively, and the Japanese soldiers were caught off guard. They hid and fought back in a panic.
The distance was still too far, and there didn't seem to be many people on the Eighth Route Army on the other side of the river. Some of the Japanese who were lying on the ground while running hurriedly turned around, pulled the muzzle back, and quickly aimed at the other side of the river.
The sergeant never expected that the water in the Eighth Route Army would be so deep. This was so ridiculous. The two teams of Imperial Warriors in the village and on the riverside were now ambushed by more than a dozen Eighth Route Army soldiers.
The most unbearable thing is that there are almost one squadron after another of troops marching at the entrance of the village!
I have been working honestly by the river for a long time, and you didn't hit me. When I was about to hit the remnants of the Eighth Route Army, you poked me in the butt?
The sergeant was speechless, but he was also ruthless. He immediately gave orders to the Japanese who were lying on the ground after hearing the sound. He turned around to suppress the other side of the river and fought back. He asked the grenadiers to prepare. The Japanese soldiers' three-axe was indeed impossible for the Chinese soldiers. The mountains to cross.
Stab, grenade, and precise shooting.
Tactically, outflank, attack, and firepower coordination.
Weapons: armored vehicles, aircraft, large and small guns.
In the dark night, nothing worked except the grenade. The sergeant was memorizing the tactics in the manual, but he was dumbfounded to find that the manual in the book, which was regarded as a sacred book by the infantry, was of no use.
It's better for you to shoot and I to shoot. Wherever there is muzzle flash, the enemy is targeting.
The sergeant forgot that he was in a good position and had a fire burning, perhaps to keep him warm when he set out on the road.
The sergeant even forgot that there were eight soldiers in the wild fields ahead.
Although there were not many people, under the light of the flare just now, there were only about ten people in the group. The warriors from the village took care of them, and first dealt with the cowards who dared to shoot behind the scenes.
What's more, I saw from a distance that another group of warriors came up from the south of the village. They were arranged according to the Japanese march. At least one more squadron came up. None of the eight soldiers coming out of the village could even think of running away!
Now, they definitely can't run away.
When the pursuers from the front who were chasing the eight groups who escaped earlier come back, a three-party encirclement can be formed, and these eight groups will become the turtle in the urn.
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