The motorboat coming from the river is actually a medium-sized wooden boat with an engine propeller.
It was just a Japanese patrol boat with a circle of sandbags placed on the bow as a cover and a crooked machine gun on top.
Hu Yi didn't take the patrol boat to heart.
But something feels wrong!
Because the Japanese plane has not shown up yet.
Mancang came out of the gun tower and trotted all the way to the heavy machine gun position on the river embankment.
Then pull the ammunition belt and push and pull the gun continuously.
Depress the trigger skillfully.
Bum-bum-bum-bum.
The Miner's four-heavy machine gun began to howl dullly.
The whistling ballistic trajectory struck the Japanese motorboat in the center of the river from the bank diagonally in front.
After the ballistic trajectory caused a few splashes in the river, it began to tear up the Japanese motorboat.
Before he could, he was startled by the Japanese machine gunners who were shooting from the bridge, and subconsciously fired back from the shore.
Chuchu tutu. After a three-point shot of the rear machine gun, the helmet was hit by a heavy machine gun bullet.
The ballistic trajectory of the heavy machine gun was unyielding and continued to swing left and right like a poisonous snake, and bullet holes appeared in the wooden hull.
It pulled from left to right and then to the left, smashing everything on the motorboat.
After a puff of white smoke rose from the wooden boat, the engine stopped roaring.
Mancang Li raised the rear tripod and turned the barrel of the machine gun to face the west bank of the river.
Raise the muzzle and shoot again.
The machine gun's trajectory instantly collided with the Japanese Iron Bastard who was shooting wildly on the road.
At this time, the distance between the two sides was more than 500 meters, and it was impossible to aim effectively at all. Shooting could only rely on experience.
The distance was too far for the bullets to penetrate the 24mm armor on the front of the Iron Bastard, but the flying bullets suppressed the Japanese infantry behind.
Gong Shaofeng was stunned for a moment, and immediately ordered to the soldiers lying on the ground: "One group is blocking, don't let the enemy get close...the others retreat immediately!"
More than twenty figures spread out across the fields and ran toward the east, hunched over.
There were so many Japanese that the one squad that was left behind to block the attack did not last for half a minute and all fell to the ground.
The squad leader was breathing heavily with the smell of blood. He didn't know how many bullets he had been hit by the Japanese infantry.
It hurt so much that he wanted to pull the grenade on his little finger, but he didn't have the strength to fight to die with the enemy.
He was hit by two bullets again and watched helplessly as the Japanese rushed over.
He really didn't have the strength to pull the fuse that had already unscrewed the back cover.
Next to him was a soldier with both arms broken.
He pushed hard with his feet, slid to the squad leader's side, opened his mouth wide and bit the wooden handle of the grenade that fell on the squad leader's hand, and turned his body.
Poof, a bullet hit the soldier's head.
In the sunlight, the bluish-white smoke rising from behind the wooden handle of the grenade was almost invisible because of the blood.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
boom.
Two Japanese soldiers with bayonets drawn and ready to hit the corpses on the ground were stabbed into their bodies by shrapnel.
With blood oozing from one arm, Gong Shaofeng and more than a dozen soldiers finally rushed across the stone bridge and came to Minister Liu: "Report to the chief."
Seeing at least two hundred bodies of Eighth Route soldiers left on the road across the river, Minister Liu felt sad and angry and waved his hand: "Bandage them first!"
Gong Shaofeng became anxious: "This is a conspiracy of the Japanese. We must retreat quickly."
Minister Liu shook his head: "You can't run away now!"
Gong Shaofeng was stunned for a moment: "Why?"
"You have already run such a long distance. If you continue to run, you will all be sacrificed before reaching Qingpian Qingsha Zhang."
Gong Shaofeng was not bad at fighting, so he immediately figured it out: "I understand, the Japanese have planted the sorghum land near the river into small patches for the common people, just waiting for us to get in, and they will catch up and encircle us one by one!"
Minister Liu nodded: "So, we have to send away the wounded and weak soldiers first."
Hey, why are they digging fortifications on the back of the river embankment?
I didn't understand it at first, but I heard from the soldiers of the Ninth Battalion that theirs was called a reverse slope fortification, and it was specially used to prevent Japanese shelling!
"Prevent shelling?" Gong Shaofeng was stunned for a moment. The Eighth Route Army basically fought guerrilla warfare against the Japanese, and almost never engaged in offensive and defensive positions.
He had never heard of such a tactic, and he immediately became interested regardless of the tearing pain in his arm.
The heavy machine gun stopped firing after firing a bullet chain.
Mancang ordered people to place heavy machine guns into the holes they had dug after being lifted out of the river.
If nothing else, the Japanese will definitely shell the heavy machine gun positions.
The east and west embankments are sixty or seventy meters apart.
Because it rarely rains, the river is not wide, only about 20 meters.
The exposed river bed was covered with weeds.
The Japanese attack did not last long.
Sporadic gunshots still erupted in the wheat fields in Hexi.
The Japanese in formation stabbed the eight soldiers on the ground with their bayonets again.
The battle seems to be over.
The traitors from the Puppet City Defense Army, Police Team, and Detective Team who were following behind looked at the eight roads all over the place and couldn't help but shudder from the bottom of their hearts.
It's not that they have never experienced such a scene.
Those people on the ground wearing patchwork clothes of ordinary people were once their compatriots,
The rabbit dies and the fox is sad
The Eighth Route Army seized the Wangjiapu stronghold in advance to deal with the pursuing Japs.
Not good news.
To continue the pursuit, one must first cross the river.
Two 92 infantry guns were unloaded from the back of the armored vehicle.
More than a dozen mortars lined up in Maili.
Half of the stones on the stone bridge were pried off by the Eighth Route Army. It was obvious that the chariot troops could no longer cross the river.
The remaining twelve Warring States vehicles immediately turned south quickly along the West River Embankment.
Boom. Boom.
Smoke billows from the stone bridge.
I watched helplessly as two holes in the stone bridge were blown apart.
Following, two teams of Japanese engineers carried bridge-building materials.
Rushing to a position more than a hundred meters upstream and downstream from the stone bridge, intending to erect a pontoon bridge.
Another group of Japanese soldiers carried long tree trunks and planks and prepared them behind the Hexi embankment, intending to quickly place them at the location of the broken arch bridge after the battle started.
A new round of attack is about to begin.
Amidst the shouts and curses of the company commanders of the puppet city defense army, more and more figures flashed out of the fields.
After crossing the river this time, the Eighth Route Army will probably hide in Gaoliang, telling them that the encirclement and suppression at that time will be the fatal moment.
The commander of the puppet city defense army squatted in the ditch behind him, pretending to read a map.
The battalion commander asked: "Commander, these eight routes have obviously crossed the river. Why don't they escape?"
"Escape? Haha, where can he escape?"
"The Eighth Route Army ran eastward and entered Qingsha Zhang. Can we still catch up?"
"Haha, escaping means selling your back to your opponent. Besides, do you think that with the physical strength of the Eighth Route Army, they have already traveled so far from the mass graves to here. How can he still outrun the imperial army?"
"I understand, that's why the Eighth Route Army attacked on the other side of the river!" The puppet battalion commander suddenly realized: "Then if the imperial army asks us to rush to the stone bridge later, how should we respond?"
The puppet city defense commander glanced at his subordinates: "The stone bridge is only a little wide. Isn't it normal for the brothers to lose their footing and fall into the water?"
"Hey, it's better to see you, Commander"
rumble rumble
The roar of Japanese fighter jets finally sounded in the sky.
The four fighter jets slowly grew from small black dots to larger ones.
