The exhausted Japanese soldiers collapsed into pieces and fought back on the spot, losing nearly a squad of troops. The Japanese grenadiers who were under special care were still alive and kicking, and not a single one was injured.
On the Eighth Route Army position, three soldiers were defeated. One of them screamed and had his pants taken off. He Gensheng was wrapping a bandage on him. He lay on a rock and his buttocks were cut open by shrapnel from a Japanese grenade.
No one paid attention to all this. The bullets rang out in rapid succession, and the grenade continued to pour its fury on the Eighth Route Machine Gun position, but the Eighth Route Machine Gun always changed places before finishing firing.
The attention of the Japanese grenadiers was drawn away by the constantly changing positions of machine gun fire points, always half a beat too late.
It wasn't until the Eighth Route Army began to discover the problem that as long as the machine gun was fired, it would be bombed within a few seconds.
Luo Fugui ran a little slower this time, and the grenade exploded not far behind him. There was a loud bang, and he was thrown over by the shock wave. After a while, he got up, groped around, and first grabbed the ancestral handbook. machine gun, and found that it didn't seem to be important. He leaned to the side and groped around on his body. Finally, he found that the place where the money was placed on his back felt a little painful. Among the tightly tied gold bars with threads and horns, one of them The roots seem to have a few more things.
He quickly pulled it to his chest and touched it again. If he looked carefully, he saw that a piece of shrapnel had torn the cloth bag and was stuck on the gold bar.
Regardless of the fact that his face was injured by a bush, a little blood seeped out and gradually formed drops on his face. His ears were filled with messy sounds, and even the gunshots could no longer be heard. He shook his head: "My grandma, this What's going on?"
The sound seemed very far away.
Bullets were flying all over the sky again, hitting the rocks and splashing stone chips. She saw Boss Hu move to another place, and then another grenade hit that place, blowing up a bush and flying around, but she couldn't hear anything. , subconsciously crawled behind a stone, held on to the stone, slowly shook his starry head, and touched the soldier in front who was shooting, until he touched the soldier who had emptied the magazine and was loading bullets into the gun. The warrior only stopped on his legs.
He yelled at the top of his lungs: "Wang Xiaosan? Your grandma, hurry up and see if I'm missing anything?"
After loading the bullet, Wang Xiaosan turned around and glanced at this guy: "You don't have any blood on your body. You're missing something. Get out of here and don't affect... uh... you're a recruiter?... "
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed his rifle and ran away.
Seeing Wang Xiaosan's lips moving up and down but unable to hear anything, Luo Fugui was a little dumbfounded: "Grandma, could it be that he was deafened by the explosion?"
Hu Yi also heard Luo Fugui yelling and found that Luo Fugui was talking nonsense to Wang Xiaosan. There seemed to be nothing wrong with the situation.
As soon as they came behind a rock, the faces of the two warriors who were lying on their backs changed drastically. They quickly gave up their position and ran to both sides.
Hu Yi didn't care. He mounted the machine gun and observed for a moment. He pointed at the place with muzzle flash in the bushes in the distance. He pressed the trigger based on his feeling. The three-point shot made a clicking sound. The trajectory was weird. He pointed at one of them. The area where the fire flashed was torn apart, and based on feeling, another shot was fired towards the other area where the fire was shining. Twenty rounds of bullets were used up, and he quickly pulled out the machine gun and ran west. It was only about ten meters away. We arrived at the place where Luo Fugui was squatting.
"You're not dead. What are you doing lying there? Change the place quickly!"
Hearing no reply, Hu Yi looked at the mule that was staring at him with big eyes and kicked him: "Why are you so stunned? Hurry up and shoot to suppress it!"
Even though there were two teams of Japanese soldiers, they had no choice but to attack the eighth position in front of them. The firepower of the Eighth Route Army was unprecedentedly fierce!
The Japanese second lieutenant who was commanding the machine gun and grenade launcher at the back had no intention of staying any longer. He saw his colleague, second lieutenant Yu Shai, in the telescope, but it did not arouse his ferocity. No matter what, he seemed to be unable to take advantage of his side if he attacked again. What a bargain.
The sky turned from orange-red before sunset to gray, and there was no point in frantically suppressing the eight-pronged firepower. The team in front had stopped charging, with more than half of them dead and wounded. The team he sent up also hid in the bushes and refused to get up.
He took off his gloves, which were stained with sweat and oil, and angrily threw them into the bushes nearby.
He finally calmed down completely and ordered the machine gun next to him to stop firing, but the grenadier was still firing in front. The second lieutenant slowly walked forward and kicked the grenadier to the ground. This man was usually known as the most powerful grenade shooter in the squadron. This guy is so accurate. After fighting for a long time, he didn't even knock out a single machine gun on the Eighth Route Army position. It seems that the training during this period must have been useless, and he will have to practice to death later.
The machine guns that suppressed the fire stopped, and the Japs breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the commander was preparing them to retreat or hide on the spot, waiting for the next attack.
It's getting dark soon, next time? It’s impossible to attack again after dark, right? Anyway, it should be a relief.
The sound of Japanese rifles became thinner in an instant, and the eight groups on the opposite side cooperated very well. The shooting changed from dense to sparse, and then gradually decreased.
The Japanese second lieutenant was a little undecided. He didn't expect the Eighth Route Army's firepower in front of him to be so fierce. It seemed that he might have encountered the main force of the Eighth Route Army. He also realized that there must be big shots in this group of Eighth Route Army. Looking at the increasingly dark surroundings, there was another wave to the east. The moon appeared, but it did not emit any light. At this time, I suddenly felt that I could see nothing but desolation.
If he hadn't known that his group of men were still lying in the bushes in front of him, he would have thought that he was just the three or five people wandering around in the barren mountains.
The machine gunner lying behind the crooked machine gun turned around and looked at the second lieutenant who was almost melting into the bushes. The deputy shooter was still loading bullets into the machine gun. He didn't know why the second lieutenant suddenly ordered a ceasefire.
Only on the Eighth Route Position, gunshots occasionally rang out.
No one on either side could see the other, the only ones left were the two sides who had hidden their bodies, and only the occasional wails from the wounded soldiers could be heard.
Obviously, the screams of mourning on the Japs side are much denser, but the sound is much lower. The Japs are well-trained and naturally have better endurance than those on the Eighth Route Army.
The sergeant was lying in the bushes, directing some Japanese soldiers to bandage the wounded soldiers. The Japanese medical soldiers accompanying the team were not busy at all. On the opposite side, there was no mercy for those people with white cloth strips on their hands. , who cares what kind of soldier you are, as long as you dare to show your head, the muzzle of the gun staring at you behind the stone will burst into flames.
Hu Yi, who was leaning against a stone, frowned. He had just seen that the Japs also had two light machine guns. It was getting dark soon, so the Japs would not have the guts to attack in the dark. The terrain was not good, and although the strength of the troops was half the difference, as long as the Japs dared Most of them are dead words.
This kind of terrain is only suitable for defense. The Japanese are suppressed most of the time and cannot lift their heads.
For Jiulian, this battle was not difficult, but the situation was not very good.
The first was ammunition. There was just a burst of shooting. Hu Yi knew by feeling that there should not be too many bullets left. The battle was fierce. Hu Yi used his sleeve to explore the barrel of the gun. He could feel the barrel through the cotton cloth. temperature.
The Japs on the other side stopped firing, and most of them were hiding in the bushes about a hundred meters away. If they continued to fight, it would be blind, and there was no need to waste bullets. If the Japs didn't want to fight, then let them be. With this exchange of fire, I guess the Japs were on the other side. Wounded soldiers are absolutely indispensable.
The Ninth Company also ended the battle. The soldiers squatted behind the rocks, pulled out their bayonets and carved horizontal lines on the butts of their own rifles. Some soldiers also carved straight characters.
They were bragging to each other about the result of the battle just now. He Gensheng was excited. There were so many wounded soldiers to deal with!
Not many soldiers were hit directly, most of them were injured by grenades from Japanese grenades.
The two soldiers who were shot in the head were no longer breathing.
He was usually the closest brother. He hugged his comrade, with red eyes and tears, angrily cursing the enemy on the other side. If words could kill, the eighteen generations of the enemy on the other side would be dragged out by him to communicate with each other and kill him first.
Luo Fugui was not interested in the enemy's casualties at all. He was taking out bullets from the sacrificed soldiers and even cursed fiercely. He ignored them because he couldn't hear them at all. He just looked mournful and stared at the dead fish. Staring at Hu Yi, hoping that he would retreat.
However, Hu Yi was never seen making any moves. He just kept loading bullets into the machine gun magazine.
Finally, I counted that Hu Yi had filled three magazines with bullets, but put the machine gun aside, and then watched Hu Yi pull out a telescope and look at the Japanese, motionless like a sculpture.
As a result, the bear's eyes also became dull.
