In an instant, Huzi stood up straight, facing the sky at a 45-degree angle, and blew the charge horn with all his strength!
Didi-tat-tat!
The loud charge horn resounded through the valley, and immediately, the Dagushan guerrillas who were lying in ambush rushed out one after another with bayonets attached.
Zhao Dalei jumped up from the fortification, took the lead and rushed down the mountain with his submachine gun in his arms: "Comrades, charge! The Japanese are about to escape!"
Zhao Dalei yelled and rushed forward with a submachine gun in his arms!
A detachment of assault teams followed Zhao Dalei closely and charged left and right. The guerrillas lying in wait on the terraces were all shouting slogans and charging!
In an instant, there was a sound of killing, and the thousands of troops were charging down the mountain like ferocious tigers. Even the most fanatical Bushido kid felt his feet begin to tremble, and a sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.
After being suppressed and beaten by the opponent's mortars for a long time, the impotent and furious little Japanese had been looking forward to the enemy coming out to fight openly. At this moment, seeing the enemy finally charging out, he was not happy at all.
Almost all the machine gunners and assault groups of each unit were rushing to the front, using fierce firepower to shoot at the retreating Japs.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the squadron leader of the first squadron of the little devils glared. He raised his command sword and shouted at the about 20 or so little devils around him: "Gentlemen, the time has come to be loyal to Tianhuang. Stop them on the spot. Sakami, kill the chicken and give it to me!”
The eyes of the more than 20 little Japs instantly became red and they fell down on the spot. A group of 38-year-olds and the remaining crooked handles began to counterattack on the spot. This wave of counterattack gave the charging guerrillas a sudden offensive momentum. After a while, more than a dozen guerrillas fell on the charging road.
At this moment, the little devil's tactical quality is still online. After staying with the determination to fight to the death, his attack power was somewhat sharp for a while.
If faced with this situation before the old backbone is mixed, the guerrillas may suspend their charge and reorganize. However, this will weaken the courage of the soldiers to charge and fall into the dilemma of the old army that continues to decline again and again.
But now they are mixed with the old people from the headquarters. These old revolutionaries who serve as the backbone commanders at the grassroots level do not hesitate at all. In the face of casualties, they take the lead and continue to charge!
While charging, they organized submachine gun and machine gun firepower. More than a dozen submachine guns and machine guns aimed at this group of little devils, and quickly knocked down this wave of little devils' counterattack!
The Jaap's machine gunner was focused on the fire, and was instantly beaten into bloody rags!
From the overall view, you can see the powerful firepower of the Dagushan infantry unit's 48 light machine guns and nearly 60 submachine guns, which has an overwhelming firepower advantage over the little Japanese.
Facing the counterattack firepower of nearly 10 crooked machine guns organized by the little devils, although people kept falling down during the charge, some people came up and took the weapons from the martyrs and continued to charge!
Such a strong will to fight already has the shadow of the old 8th main force group.
This is directly related to the recent mixed integration of the old 8th Route combat backbone and recent training.
With superior firepower, they remained unwavering in the face of the cruel extreme one-for-one battle of the remaining 400 little devils.
Four infantry detachments with more than 500 infantrymen faced the dead firepower of the Japs. Wave after wave washed away the fragile defense lines of the Japs like huge waves.
At this moment, the Dagushan guerrillas began to destroy them without relying on superior firepower, and displayed the momentum of the old 8th Army.
With the support of overwhelming firepower, the sacrifice was exchanged for a devastating effect, which greatly reduced the chance of the little devil escaping.
The long-range mortar support and the non-stop bombardment gave the Japanese's escape team no chance to assemble. Instead, they were delayed and unable to move forward quickly. Okamoto Ryuichi was so anxious that his veins were bulging but he was helpless.
The entire little devil could not even assemble a small team at this moment, and at most they could fight back and resist on the spot as a detachment.
However, a resistance of this scale, faced with the suppression of hundreds of automatic firepower charges, is almost like a small wave, being crushed and scattered in minutes.
While the Japs were still resisting, Gao Jianwu's side had already won a complete victory. He came over the road with the prisoners and the baggage team. After leaving a few people to guard the prisoners and a group of Japs who had surrendered, Gao Jianwu led Song Tiecheng's team to join them. Warband!
The 20 or so automatic fire points that were instantly added swept across the entire battlefield like a storm, putting the last straw on the remaining little Japs!
The little Japs, who mainly relied on the 38-gai and melon grenades to fight back, now suffered enough from the disparity in firepower, and fell into a pool of blood one after another.
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On the road, Okamoto Ryuichi was walking in a serpentine shape. His ears were hearing the shells whizzing by in the sky, and his eyes were full of tragic scenes of the locust army being bombed with flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Okamoto Ryuichi felt that these few minutes were the most difficult moments in his life. Such a difficult situation was the most dangerous moment since he entered the Xia Kingdom to fight.
In the sky, there are mortar shells that have been chasing him. If Okamoto Ryuichi hadn't listened to the sound and identified his position, and lay down on the ground in advance to avoid the gun position, he would have been turned into a pile of rotten flesh by now and was almost cold.
Even so, there are fewer and fewer people following the team around him. Most of them were smashed to pieces in the bombardment. So far, only three or five little Japs are still following him closely.
There were endless mortar shells flying in the sky, seemingly without end.
Okamoto Ryuichi always felt that there was a malicious intention against him. He didn't know why the shells kept chasing him. Wasn't it said that the 8-way ammunition was rare and precious?
Launching such a high-intensity mortar just for a few of them was a waste of resources, and even the little devil with a big family and a big business felt a little heartbroken.
In fact, this was a misunderstanding by Okamoto Ryuichi.
Because at this time, although there were still many little Japs left on the battlefield, they were already mixed with the guerrillas, and the artillery detachment and artillery crew had no chance to attack.
At this time, facing Okamoto Ryuichi and his party who were still escaping alone on the road, this was a natural target. Although the number of these little devils is small, mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are.
What's more, this is a good opportunity to practice artillery aiming with real people.
So at first, the artillery detachment would conduct a few concentrated fire attacks, but soon everyone found that it was not necessary, so they started to attack them in a training style with a very tacit understanding, one person at a time.
There is no better way to train than such a target of little devils. Each artillery crew is not a person. It is discovered that there is a young leftist among this group of little devils!
So Okamoto Ryuichi doesn't know, and now everyone simply regards him as a target for training attacks.
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