The smoke of gunpowder filled the air under the hazy moonlight, and the remaining smoke curled up.
The shouts of death seemed far away.
Although the battle is not over yet and is not exactly as expected, the current situation does not disappoint Hu Yi. If the weather is superior, the terrain is advantageous, trenches are arranged in advance for an ambush, and all firepower is concentrated to attack the opponent. If you are caught off guard and can't defeat him, that's a joke!
Attack and defense also depend on the opponent's situation. Although Hu Yi does not understand the opponent 100%, he has had similar experiences, and there will not be much difference in his instincts. If the enemy is replaced by Japanese soldiers and suppressed by the firepower of armored vehicles and artillery, this battle will be difficult. The outcome of the battle will be reversed.
For the division, this battle was extremely fierce. It could even be said to be the most intense battle since the establishment of the division, even far surpassing the battle against Qixian.
The battlefield was filled with Eighth Route Army soldiers whose eyes were red and their blood was boiling. After passing through the fire, they rushed into the moonlight to chase down the unlucky ones who couldn't escape.
In Hu Yi's eyes, it didn't really matter. The successful ambush didn't give Hu Yi much sense of accomplishment.
People who have never experienced Japanese heavy artillery will not know what a terrifying feeling it would be to be on such a battlefield.
But now an armored vehicle that doesn't even have a 30mm cannon can run rampant on the battlefield. If it enters an uninhabited land, it is obviously invincible to the security forces who don't even have two heavy machine guns.
Hu Yi was not surprised by this victory. When he saw the swaying Ma Liang walking to his side, his mood suddenly became much happier.
The smoke from the battlefield slowly dissipated.
"Where's the girl?" Hu Yi asked subconsciously.
"Isn't it in the bunker?" Ma Liang remembered that she was looking for trouble as a security officer with that strange gun.
Ma Liang did not forget this. He added: "After the mule pulled the mine, he seemed to have gone to the bunker! With his temper, it is impossible to come out again..."
After saying that, his face suddenly changed. There was indeed nothing wrong with the mule, but he didn't dare to forget the girl's virtues. Ma's conscience sank, and he secretly screamed, "Not good!" He immediately turned to look at Xu Xiao next to Hu Yi: "Hurry up and take a look!"
Xu Xiao resolutely followed the order, turned around and ran away.
The lights were dark, the smoke was thick, bullets don't have long eyes, the corpses on the ground were mixed with bits and pieces and it was difficult to move, the shouts of killing kept coming, the agents at the front had already run away, Tang Dagou and several others were in front of him, Luo Fugui led Bai Shi Recruit No. 1 shook his legs behind him.
Whether the battle is successful or not sometimes depends on luck. Poor equipment may not necessarily mean that you cannot win. Determination will naturally lead to courage.
The Ninth Company, which did not have unified command, was very different from other troops. It actually turned an attack into six or seven steps!
Tian Sanqi had nearly a hundred men, and they formed a line with the shameless Second Company and rushed to the front together. They bit the tail of the security army and snatched the girl's chance to shine, but she was still reduced to the second echelon!
This time, the cavalry company commander learned from the experience and lessons learned from the previous attack where the harvest was only a fraction of the second company. As soon as he came on stage, he made a half-circle and rushed forward, directly bypassing the retreating security forces. He could barely be called the first echelon.
The secret service platoon following Tian Sanqi Platoon picked him up and became a mistress.
The big dog class stopped in front of the girl who was waving her two thin legs in a big way. He even had time to stop on the ground and pull at the loot. This was the fourth step.
Luo Fugui was lazy on the 10th and became fifth.
Ma Liang, who was worried and secretly cursing the mule and having a splitting headache, reluctantly took five machine gun teams into battle and competed for sixth place.
Platoon Li Xiang, who was carrying a machine gun and a grenade, followed the cold and black-faced company commander, ranking sixth or seventh.
The team didn't seem to end there. A large number of militiamen appeared from nowhere. Men and women in rags took the last place without hesitation...
Shengsheng explains another meaning of the eight "roads".
The trend is set! Without a divisional commander to direct the battle, Yin and Yin accidentally ventured out of the headquarters and led the guards along the trenches...
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I have all retreated to save my face, but why don’t you continue to follow me if you don’t want a green-faced person?
This time I won't give you two shuttles, I am a grandson!
Even I have to kill a few of you, and get rid of your lingering tail!
After escaping, a certain company commander was thinking about this: "Machine gun, set up a position on the spot, hit him twice, and increase the distance between us and the enemy!"
Hearing this, the machine gunner felt bitter in his heart and had to keep his thoughts to himself. He knew very well what a bad temper a company commander who had attended a military academy had, and he didn't even bother to explain or suggest anything.
The brigade commander, regimental commander, and battalion commander all ran away, and now the company commander was the highest commander. No one dared to make a fool of the decisions made by the outgoing company commander.
Even if you have a personal grudge against the company commander, you will not be stupid enough to hit the gun at this juncture. It is not appropriate to involve personal dissatisfaction at this time. You understand that the key is to hit twice before running away.
I am not an amateur in blocking combat, so I don’t need to wait for the company commander to give any orders. I wisely put down the machine gun on my shoulder, swing the machine gun on the tripod and mount it on the edge of a patch of grass on the salt-alkali land. The quick action of setting up the gun makes me have to stop. The foot soldiers couldn't help but watch, and they couldn't help cursing in their hearts, "Can you fuck your mother faster..."
The machine gunner's clothes scratched the ground, he twisted a few times to straighten his posture, and the butt of the gun finally touched the shoulder socket.
He quickly pulled the trigger but no bullet was loaded. Someone next to him immediately suggested: "You may be out of bullets in the magazine!"
The machine gunner sideways kicked the deputy shooter who was lying on the side without even blinking. The idiot actually twisted his body and crawled away. He thought the machine gunner was telling him to get away.
Before he could finish sighing that he was following the right person, he looked back and saw that the shooter had already pulled out the magazine. He immediately understood what the machine gunner meant and quickly pulled off his backpack and took out a full magazine and handed it over.
Suddenly I felt the ground shaking, and I was even more surprised. The sound came from the side, and the sound was all too familiar! He was obsessed with changing the magazine, and his mind was filled with images of being shot eight times. His heart sank as he was anticipating the result.
cavalry!
The security army also has horses, and the few who can ride are also used to report messages and deliver orders. If you don't have money, you can't afford cavalry!
The poor people must be from the Eighth Route Army. I didn’t even let go, and your cavalry came?
The infantrymen nearby have already fled in a swarm. You want me to stay and deal with Master Ba? Isn't this nonsense?
Looking back, he saw the company commander also running away, leaving the machine gunner completely speechless. He hesitated, got up, picked up the machine gun, turned around and ran away!
In the flickering grass, the pursuer slowly realized that he could no longer catch up with the fleeing man.
After all, the escapees tried their best to save their lives and used all their strength. They pursued only for the sake of capture. Occasionally, they encountered people who desperately resisted, hindering the pursuit.
Except for those who were born with short legs and consciously couldn't run fast, they knelt on the ground early and raised their hands in surrender. They were directly searched by some men with guns and swords, their pockets were searched, and their clothes were stripped off.
Combat power? Is it more important to save one's life?
The Eighth Route Army has an outstanding reputation and will not kill anyone who surrenders his gun! You can also mix two pieces of ocean, wouldn't it be a wonderful thing!
