The combat effectiveness of the Japanese is indeed not something to be boasted about.
Since ancient times, the leader of the Japs clearing team, who had been able to win the most awesome honor of being a vanguard general, was unexpectedly ambushed.
The squadron leader followed closely...
Also ambushed.
The Tuba Road that was originally chasing and surrounding the mountain ridge was full of anger, but there were still people who dared to stroke the mighty imperial army's tiger beard.
The furious squadron leader ordered his men to launch a fierce attack on the despicable attackers in the valley.
Unfortunately, Tubalu, who had escaped the sneak attack from a distance, spread his legs and retreated to the ridge along the gentle slope behind him.
Seeing Tubalu running faster than a rabbit.
If it wasn't more important to outflank the secret service group in the north, even if they were driven to the edge of the sky, they would still have to destroy this group of thugs.
As a road-opening squadron, he must ensure that a fast marching path is opened before the arrival of the large forces behind him, and at the same time be responsible for the safety along the way.
Before the major's order came, the lieutenant had to give up even though he was holding back his anger.
The vanguard squad was ordered to continue advancing, and most of the squadron continued to advance north.
A squad was left to guard Tubal Road on the mountain to prevent the large troops following from being attacked again.
The lieutenant swore that he would come back after finishing cleaning up the Eighth Route Agents in the North.
However, the vanguard team's hurried footsteps heading north along the valley did not go more than two miles.
Another wave of sporadic bullets fired in the dark night, and the scout squad at the front was knocked down by half again.
The moonlight shone on the west side of the valley, and the valley bottom was hazy. It was impossible to see how many attackers there were in the darkness.
The frustrated team leader immediately ordered the crooked machine gun to be set up, and launched a wave of fire suppression at the attacker's firing position.
There was immediately no movement on the other side.
Judging from the opponent's firepower, there were not many people on Tubal Road.
A word came to the second lieutenant's mind: Harassment!
Judging from the location where this group of Eighth Route Army appeared, it is likely to be related to the secret service group.
Could it be the peripheral troops of the Eighth Route Special Agent Regiment?
In this case, let's leave a squad to eliminate you!
The well-trained Japanese were not stupid either. They were so stupid that they returned to the West early.
The squad leader quickly sent someone to report his analysis results to the lieutenant behind him.
Soon, the lieutenant agreed to the squad leader's arrangement.
A squad of Japanese soldiers split into two parts and quickly broke away, getting into the bushes on both sides of the nearly dry river.
It's still the same old routine: attract from below, attack from both wings!
Most of the Japanese soldiers in the team advanced slowly and vigilantly among the rocks along the river, while the Japanese soldiers on both sides advanced rapidly from the two wings.
It is not easy to move forward in the dark when you are not familiar with the terrain. Fortunately, you have to discard all non-combat weapons that may make noise, such as kettles and lunch boxes.
Holding a rifle and hanging a grenade, march forward bravely among the rocks and bushes!
...
"Have the grenades been buried?" the company commander asked the dark figures running back.
"Company commander, don't worry, the kid is coming from both sides. This time, he will definitely kill these bastards..."
"Boy, don't talk too much..."
"Hey, company commander, I always feel that... we always use grenades to blow up Japanese soldiers."
"Well, you kid really doesn't know how high the sky is. It would be great to have grenades..."
"Li Xiang of the Ninth Company has come up with a new gadget. When you pull the fuse, the grenade will explode!"
"Then the grenade can't blow itself up? What's the use of it?"
"Of course it's not good for dropping bombs, but it's good for making mines!"
"That's how mines are, okay?"
"We are missing the detonator...I mean the fuse inside the grenade has been shortened..."
"You know nothing, do you know the difference between our grenades and the Japs' grenades...the grenades we often call grenades?"
"Of course I know. The Japanese grenades have less explosives and they rely on fragments to hurt people. Our grenades have more explosives and they rely on the shock wave when they explode."
"I have been studying for so many years just to make the delay accurate. You'd better not delay it. If you report your request to the division arsenal, how much trouble will the masters in the arsenal have to save?"
"Then we will need grenades like this in the future..."
"You idiot, this is a fucking mine..."
"Aren't landmines round like watermelons?"
"roll..."
"Report to the company commander, the Japanese approaching from both sides are almost here..."
Before he finished speaking, a ball of fire suddenly flashed out from the west side of the valley, followed by a loud bang...
...
For the Japanese proud squadron leader, this battle was completely beyond his command or control.
This was completely different from the battles he had experienced.
They were used to seeing a grenade grenade thrown at them, and the Chinese people lined up to surrender with their rifles above their heads.
The warriors of the imperial army stabbed the disobedient soldiers directly with their bayonets.
The squadron's machine guns were intermittently empty of bullets that could finish a round.
There's nothing to show for your nonsense!
An illusion, it must be an illusion!
Before the battle, I had overestimated the three-gun Tubalu, but the deadly firepower in front of me was more powerful than the imperial army. How could this be Tubalu!
Now he is besieged from three directions!
Where do you want the imperial soldiers to put their faces?
Behind him, the sound of automatic weapons was loud.
I have been lucky enough to see it before, and the military equipment sent by the ally Mustache to communicate is not inferior in any way!
We can't continue like this, we must show the most heroic spirit of the imperial soldiers!
After a brief discussion with his assistant, he finally sent a messenger to the north to report the situation.
At the same time, a combat order was issued to the three squads: "The first squadron attacked eastward, the second squadron attacked southward, and the third squadron attacked northward!"
The lieutenant's mind is almost indistinguishable from that of an animal.
Very similar to dogs.
Whichever direction you attack it from, it will roar in that direction.
If hit hard, it will run away too.
Of course, there is one kind of dog that is different.
Mad dog!
The harder you hit him, the more energetic he becomes. Even if he is beaten to death, he will not run away and will bite you before dying!
The squadron leader was now surging with adrenaline. The firepower of Tubal Road was obviously not very good, but it was arranged very reasonably.
There are not many despicable sneak attackers behind, they must be the elite of Tubal Road.
Now the terrain is superior, the troops are superior, and only the firepower is slightly disadvantaged.
The so-called elites of the 20th and 30th Tubal Road who attacked behind were nothing in the eyes of the imperial army!
With just over twenty automatic weapons, can they stop the iron hoofs of the imperial army?
If you don't stab the despicable attacker alive, you'll have to commit seppuku!
Seeing his warriors standing up from the ground despite the rain of bullets, the lieutenant raised his command knife and screamed hysterically: "The three teams spread out and alternately shoot to cover the attack! Crush Tubal Road into powder! On board!"
The two real team captains and the newly replaced team leader were equally aggrieved. Faced with their respective attack targets that were about to launch, they gritted their teeth and shouted angrily at the entire team despite the rain of bullets.
The Eighth Route Army that broke through unexpectedly started to attack again. No need to think about it, the Eighth Route Army wanted to run away!
There are no doors!
You wait, the imperial army's invincible ultimate move is about to be unleashed, the onboard anti-pig attack!
It's not enough to unleash a burst of anger.
The dense bullets kept knocking down the imperial warriors. However, it was impossible to dampen the courage of the imperial army to counterattack!
The grenades thrown by Shuangli continued to explode, and the battlefield continued to flash...
The strange scene of the filled gunpowder smoke being torn into strips and rolling by the ballistic trajectory...
Luo Fugui, who was wrapped in a quilt, lay on the ground and threw the empty magazine behind him. Without looking, he pulled back a full magazine from behind, loaded the magazine, carried the machine gun handle with his left hand, and pulled the trigger with his right hand. He put his index finger into the trigger hole, rolled on the ground and jumped up: "Little devil, I said your grandma..."
The trigger was pressed all the way down, the butt of the gun was pressed against his belly, and the Czech muzzle fire flashed non-stop.
Sweeping away a large area, before the muzzle of the gun held by the black shadow in front turned towards the machine gun bear who had changed his position, the ballistic trajectory had already begun to tear.
The platoon leader responsible for covering next to Luo Fugui held a flattened rifle in his hand and shouted: "Hit, hit hard...kill the little devil who dares to shoot at the company commander..."
Company Commander Luo Dalai rushed to the left wing, Dirty Face rushed to the right wing, and both machine guns fired fiercely while running...
The two suppression machine guns on each flank fired evenly and continuously.
The charging bear knew that it was Boss Hu and the other three machine gun teams!
The six machine guns that had descended to the cliff were all firing...
Six bullets tore back and forth among the arrayed Japanese.
With Boss Hu here, the charging bear's confidence doubled.
Suddenly I felt that charging was like this, as if I was the only one who could fight the Japanese, and those Japanese were so damn slow in pulling the bolt...
As soon as the rifle was pointed at him, it was knocked over by a bullet fired by someone unknown...
Anyway, it was either his machine gun bullets or the slightly slower shell gun of the men covering the side.
There's another machine gun that Dirty Face is carrying.
There are also two-wing suppression machine guns...
So damn enjoyable...
The figure of the Japanese on the opposite side is getting closer and closer, and occasionally the gunfire of the Japanese is shining.
His soldiers were shot and fell from time to time.
The eardrum seemed to be squeezed suddenly, and a scream quickly went away...
The waist seemed to have been grazed by a bullet flying at high speed...
My arm seems to have been bitten by a mosquito...
We need to put down all those guys who stand up with their backs bent to release mosquitoes!
We have to step on the stinking corpses of those little devils!
I need to beat the brains out of these bitches...
These mad dogs who dare to block the way must be torn into pieces...
pity...
The feeling of blood only lasted for a few seconds, and the magazine of the machine gun in his hand was empty.
The charging bear, who had run for more than ten steps, quickly jumped forward and screamed: "Magazine..."
Another empty magazine was thrown behind him, and a full magazine was pulled back...
But the dirty face next to him seemed to be chanting Bodhisattva's blessing...
The footsteps did not stop at all, and with more than a dozen of his subordinates who screamed "charge" and "kill", they ran directly into the crowd of Japanese...
The machine gun was swung round, and it smashed away the Japanese rifle with the bayonet pointed in front of it. His left hand actually had time to take out the shell gun and fired directly...
Bang bang bang...
The dense noise of shell guns...
A group of three and a group of two without one person, with bayonets drawn and ready to hurt each other, were surprised to find that many of the Tubal soldiers who rushed over did not even have rifles in their hands!
All of them were holding short guns and firing...
He emptied the bullets in the gun and didn't even want the gun anymore. He just pulled out another one from his waist...
Doing magic?
Damn, it's a good opportunity for everyone to face each other and make friends through martial arts...
Is this a battlefield? How can you not carry a bayonet?
There is absolutely no sense of martial ethics...
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