"It's time to close the net!"

Zhang Dabiao fired another signal flare into the sky.

Half of the enemies have climbed the cliff, showing that the enemy has achieved a weak strategy.

The next step is to eliminate the enemy as much as possible.

Conventional rifles, machine guns and mines, plus grenades, were all displayed just now.

I wouldn't think that the new second group has just this trick, right?

The signal flare had just taken off, and the artillery soldiers in the rear indicated that their cannons were already hungry.

Two mortars poured firepower towards the enemy on the cliff at a rate of twenty shots per minute.

The rumbling sound of cannons was endless.

The Japanese army, who were still attacking just now, had no choice but to lie down on the spot and avoid shells.

At this time, no matter how skillful combat skills they mastered, they were ordinary soldiers or officers of high rank, and they were equal in front of cannons.

It's over, this place is too small and the shells are too dense, so I might have to explain it here.

Yamamoto Ichiki lay on the ground, with a lot of thoughts.

For example, he was sure that he had been betrayed and the information was leaked at some point.

The Eighth Route Army came prepared and ambushed here and attacked me.

At this moment, let alone sneak attack on the Eighth Route Army headquarters, he lacked confidence in whether he could escape unscathed.

It is great to climb up from the cliff and attack, but the other party can't hold on. This is also a Jedi that can kill them.

It is even said that if the Eighth Route Army had enough shells, they could be buried here with artillery fire.

A loud bang exploded.

Yamamoto felt that his ears were almost deaf, and he knew that there must be shells falling beside him.

Very close.

The brain is still able to think, which means that it has not been blown to pieces.

The deputy threw himself on him and shouted at him.

Yamamoto Ichiki was also asking the other party: "What are you talking about?"

He couldn't hear what the other party said, nor did he hear what he was saying. He could only feel his ears buzzing and his brain was dizzy.

Trying to read the other person's lip shape, Yamamoto Ichiki read several words: sir, thighs, bleeding.

Whose?

mine!

Realizing that he was injured, Yamamoto Ichiki twisted his body and looked at his legs.

"ah!"

Only half of one leg was left, red flesh and blood tissue and white bone stubble were gone from below the knee.

Realizing that he had broken his leg, the pain followed, Yamamoto Ichiki couldn't help but howl.

Pain is equal to everyone.

For Yamamoto, there are not only physical pain, but also mental ones.

The rumbling shelling stopped, and the machine guns on the Eighth Route Pole were firing, and the raging bullets swept across the yellow straw poles, killing the special forces members who lacked bunkers.

After a round of artillery bombardment, more than 40 people on the cliff were directly injured and half of them were injured.

In this way, Yamamoto's special forces were once again severely injured.

Breaking through the enemy's positions and raiding the Eighth Route Army General Command is the eunuchs meeting - nonsense.

In the middle of winter, Yamamoto's forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and he was in great pain.

But he still used strong willpower to restrain himself and gritted his teeth to issue an order:

"Leave people to cut off the rear and retreat!"

Just like a gecko cut off his tail to survive, they now have to leave some people to block the Eighth Route Army and give others time to retreat.

While the captain of the first team was in charge, he found that there were only six people left in his team.

That's so miserable!

After learning that someone needed to stay, he took the initiative to choose to stay.

"Hashimoto, Colonel will give it to you, please give me everything."

"Yanyejun, please."

Some of the Japanese army left entangled, while others followed the rope and went down the cliff.

But it's not that easy.

After discovering that the Japanese army's firepower was constantly weakening, Zhang Dabiao realized that the Japanese were about to run away.

He was anxious.

These Japanese devils are so difficult to deal with, so there are not many opportunities to beat the dogs in the water. Of course, we should take this opportunity to eliminate them as much as possible.

"Machine gun cover, blow the charge!"

After ordering, the horn officer rushed out of the trench and blew the charge.

The target was too obvious, and a short shot was shot. The trumpet officer who had just blown the charge fell into a pool of blood.

His deputy picked up the trumpet, and like him, continued to blow the trumpet of charge.

The soldiers held guns and rushed towards the enemy like a tide.

The Japanese were equipped with submachine guns, and their gunshots were good, and there would be great casualties.

But when the Eighth Route Army soldiers talk about killing the Japanese, who would be afraid of death?

Tigers are still afraid of wolves, and a few abandoned soldiers will only be submerged in the vast ocean.

The Japanese on the cliff are making the final support.

The Japanese under the cliff are retreating quickly.

Since this is an ambush, it is not that easy. If you want to evacuate, you can evacuate.

Li Yunlong led the third company, one firepower company, and after hearing the gunshot, he directly surrounded Yamamoto Ichiki's special forces.

Attack forward and back, destroy the enemy under the cliff, once and for all.

One wants to escape, the other launches an attack, and the battle begins to enter the most intense state.

The sound of gunfire, the explosion of grenades and the explosion of artillery shells are combined into a continuous and earth-shaking loud noise.

Yamamoto's special forces were all equipped with submachine guns, and each of them had four grenades hanging on them.

Li Yunlong also brought the essence of the entire regiment, with submachine guns, light machine guns, heavy machine guns, and on average, every three people have an automatic firepower.

The firepower density of the fierce battle between the two sides is extremely rare on the East Asian battlefield.

A new record was directly refreshed.

The bullets fired in the air became a fire net, which heated up the cold winter a lot.

"Bao, babe, this little Japanese are a little fierce!"

Li Yunlong fired a few shots at the enemy, but one of them was not killed and he even ate a few bullets. If he hadn't been dodging quickly, it would have been as simple as being dirty.

On such a battlefield, no matter how powerful a person is, he cannot let the enemy's bullets avoid him.

The Japanese's marksmanship was too accurate, and Li Yunlong felt that he had to reassess the enemy.

He heard Ding Wei talk about the battle in Yangcun and personally saw the soldiers who died in the fourth battalion fighting against the enemy.

But that ultimately cannot produce real feedback.

Today I have seen that the shooting skills of these Japanese devils are all at the level of the Sharp Guns.

But the soldiers of the Sharp Gun Team use a single-shot rifle, which is far less than the submachine guns used by others.

They equipped more automatic firearms than Japanese devils, and their firepower was stronger than those of the enemy, but they still could not be completely suppressed.

This is the difference between users.

The Eighth Route Army was suppressed to a disadvantage, and the soldiers were pressed and beaten by the enemy.

The sudden shelling fell on the enemy's head, like a heavy hammer, waking the Japanese.

This is the territory of the Eighth Route Army. I don’t know how many Eighth Route Army have been suppressed by the artillery fire of the Eighth Route Army. This is definitely not a place to stay for a long time.

Besides, the superiors need treatment, and they need to retreat as soon as possible.

After a brief discussion, the special forces left more than a dozen people behind the rear, while the rest of them escorted their captain Yamamoto Ichiki, retreating in the direction he came.

The large army retreated in shame, and it was only a matter of time before the people who had been cut off the rear were eliminated.
To be continued...