Heavy machine guns can be said to be the natural enemy of cavalry. They are even more terrifying devils against an unprepared cavalry. The German MG08 with a theoretical firing rate of 450 rounds per minute instantly beat the Japanese cavalry to the point of being overturned.

The big man guessed it well. This was a lost cavalry squadron, belonging to the 8th Division attacking from the east. He was going to go straight to Chifeng, but the guide who was arrested halfway ran away. Fortunately, when they found something wrong, they saw the ruts left by Yang Feng, and followed him, but they were hit by a blow.

However, the Japanese army was indeed well-trained. After paying the price of more than a dozen casualties in the sudden attack, they immediately dismounted and concealed themselves. It was a fool's behavior. It was a fool who quickly hid himself and found the target at the same time, and then knocked it off with a grenade launcher.

But the big guy here is obviously also an old fry.

"Stop shooting, no one is allowed to shoot!" He whispered, and Xue Ye was silent for a moment.

The sound of machine guns from the Japanese army suddenly rang out.

Lao Liu held Maxim's handle steadily and did not move.

After a few temptations, the Japanese army also stopped shooting.

Yang Feng and the others can wait, but the Japanese army can't wait. They only have one squadron, and the gunshots from Chifeng can already be heard here, which means that gunshots can also be heard here.

Although the Japanese army is crazy nowadays, it does not mean that they are stupid. No one can do anything about being attacked from both sides, so the opponent must be solved immediately.

Soon the big man poked Yang Feng and pointed forward.

Like an American soldier, Yang Feng pulled down the single-drum night vision. In his green vision, a Japanese soldier with his butt and a white cloak crawling forward appeared.

The guy immediately learned the tricks inside the brothers' company, pested the butt on the ground, then aimed roughly, and then pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" A grenade was blown out by the airflow of the empty baggage, and then a fire ball exploded two hundred meters away, and two Japanese soldiers flew up in the flames.

The sound of the nine-two machine gun suddenly rang out, and the Japanese army, which were hiding charges, immediately got up and rushed forward in a scattered straits.

"Let's fire all!" The big man roared, and in an instant, the shooting sounds of Maxim and Hua Machinery sounded at the same time. The dense bullets instantly swept the Japanese army down. Then the shells fired by the grenade launcher exploded not far away. Yang Feng immediately felt like a punch in his head.

In the night vision device, he quickly found the murderer.

A grenade flew over immediately. Although it also failed to hit the target, the splashing shrapnel still forced two grenade launchers to lie down.

The shooting of fully automatic weapons, with a dense rain of bullets of more than 500 rounds per minute, instantly disintegrated the Japanese attack, and there was an instant rise on the ground.

In fact, the Japanese army should have been frightened. After all, the shooting of a Maxim and ten submachine guns was absolutely amazing, but the effect was not as good as the original Maxim's raid.

Because those boys were basically shooting with their eyes closed, two of them even hit the sky, but in the end they were submachine guns. After all, they were splashed with 240 bullets, and they actually caught two.

However, the old principal beat him well, and Yang Feng watched the four Japanese soldiers fall under his gun.

The battlefield suddenly became silent again, and the Japanese army, who were indecipherable to the truth, began to fight flares, but flares on the snow were not very useful, and no one was covered in snow.

The shooting of the grenade launcher did not stop and would explode nearby from time to time. Yang Feng signaled the boys to hide in the car. He simply let the children feel the war and did not expect them to play any role.

Then he and the old principal, the big man, sneaked into the gap between the front of the car and the cargo compartment, and two submachine guns protected both sides of the roof Maxim on the left and right, while Yang Feng hid behind and shot grenades one after another.

His move was very sinister. Even if the Japanese grenade launcher fell near the carriage, it would be difficult for shrapnel to hurt them due to angle problems. As for whether they could just hit the carriage, only God knows.

But the Japanese soldiers scattered in front of them are not good. As long as the grenades fall, they will always get one or two gains. The Japanese army, who were annoyed by the bombing, will charge again.

The sound of Maxim's guns and submachine guns were instantly intertwined with the sounds of the Japanese 92 heavy machine guns, crooked light machine guns, and Type 38 rifles. There were explosions in the middle, and the battle situation suddenly became fierce.

In this way, Yang Feng and others couldn't hold on.

Especially Lao Liu and Gouzi on the roof, although Maxim had a shield, he was still beaten to the point of being unable to lift his head under the suppression of Japanese firepower, and the bullets were jingling in the carriage.

"Drive, it's time to leave!" shouted the big man.

Yang Feng rushed out quickly, and then he felt a punch in the back.

"Ma, the passing years are not good. It seems that I am not suitable to go to the battlefield." He rushed into the car and cursed viciously.

The cargo suddenly rushed out of the depression like a dormant monster. Now the Japanese army finally saw the enemy clearly, and countless bullets instantly knocked the carriage as if it was hail.

The cargo was speeding in the snow, with more than a hundred cavalry chasing behind him. Yang Feng was very cunning. He always distanced more than 500 meters from the Japanese army. At such a distance, riding a rifle had no lethality at all, but Maxim on the roof of the car was at a good time. As the pursuing soldiers were caught, the Japanese army finally woke up and stopped chasing.

But at this moment, a dense sound of horse hooves suddenly came from both wings, and the Japanese army immediately turned around and retreated. However, Yang Feng saw the advantage and then turned around and rushed towards the Japanese army.

At the same time, a large number of cavalry on both wings appeared. Black crows swept across the snowfield like a tide. The cold light of the sabers instantly submerged the remaining less than a hundred Japanese troops.

This battle is no longer interesting. Nearly two thousand cavalrymen and beating less than one hundred people was simply bullying. No matter how elite the Japanese army is, they cannot withstand twenty times the opponent. A few minutes later, this poor Japanese squadron was completely stepped into meat paste.

"Which brother is in the car?" a colonel carrying a sabre shouted to Yang Feng, with blood dripping on the sabre.

At this time, the big man and the old principal came out from behind the front of the car.

"Mr. Wu?" The colonel was startled and looked at the flower mechanism in the old man's hand with some disbelief.

"Captain Feng, Mr. Yang is from Peking and is specially made to deliver weapons to you." Principal Wu pointed to Yang Feng who got out of the car and said.

"Mr. Yang, this is Feng Yutian, the commander of the 63rd Army Cavalry Corps." Then he pointed to the colonel and said to Yang Feng.
Chapter completed!