"Did you see it? This is the little devil. Bullets are hitting him all around him, and he doesn't even want to hide."

Zhao Zhiguo looked at the Japanese soldiers through his telescope. Their attacking posture was truly awe-inspiring.

"So what, it's just a desperate struggle, nothing to be afraid of!" Gao Cang smiled, "I have made arrangements. The little devils will rush up in a while, and we won't give them a chance to stab them."

In the rear, Gao Cang arranged two more fire support points.

If the Japs rush within fifty meters, their troops will retreat after throwing grenades.

After giving up the position, the remaining Japanese soldiers would occupy the position, and the machine guns in the rear would be responsible for cleaning up the last garbage.

"The more fierce the enemy is, the more we have to avoid the enemy's sharp edge. The ancients said that if we gain strength in one go, it will weaken again, and in three cases we will be exhausted!"

The hatred on the battlefield will not be maintained every moment, but will accumulate at the moment when both sides fight.

Even though the little devil looks fierce now, as long as Zhao Zhiguo takes a step back, the anger accumulated by the little devil will be reduced by half.

The little devil left more than forty corpses along the way, and finally entered within a range of three hundred meters.

However, what awaited the little Japanese was a more violent counterattack, but at this distance, the little Japanese began to speed up the charge.

Some Japs also began to use bunkers to shoot at the Chinese soldiers to cover their troops.

But the little devil's counterattack was just a drop in the bucket and had very little effect.

It wasn't until the Japanese army rushed within a range of 150 meters that the soldiers manipulating grenade launchers and torpedo cannons finally waited for this moment.

"Boom boom boom"

They didn't care about the cannonballs in their hands at all, they just threw all the ammunition they brought at the heads of the little devils.

In front of the Japanese soldiers, the scene instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

At this time, the little devils no longer had the fearless momentum they had just before, and they all lay on the ground to avoid the flying shrapnel.

The little Japanese soldier felt his ears buzzing, and the world in front of him was constantly trembling, as if everything in front of him had become illusory and no longer real.

At this time, the rocks blown up by the cannonballs have the ability to kill people.

Many wounded soldiers of the Japs rolled down the hillside.

A large number of Japanese soldiers suffered casualties. Until the artillery fire stopped, the remaining Japanese soldiers were still lying on the ground in a daze.

Under the fierce artillery fire just now, they forgot their purpose and just prayed hard that God would let them go and let them live.

"Have all the little devils been killed?"

Gao Cang looked at the thick dust and smoke. Not a single kid stood up.

"Don't underestimate people's survivability. No matter how fierce the artillery fire is, some people will survive, not to mention that our artillery fire is not violent enough."

"It's a pity that it's not enough. Our artillery shell reserves are not large. After returning this time, I will definitely urge the troops to seize the time to make explosive bags. Whether it is black powder or yellow powder, use whatever is available."

Skillful operation of the grenade can enable precise strikes, and the thunder cannon can supplement the firepower of the grenade.

The two complement each other, but when defending positions, the power of the flying thunder cannon is even better.

Moreover, explosive packets are easier to make than grenade shells.

As long as they have enough gunpowder, they can produce more explosive packets.

If the Japanese army charges their position again in the future, there will be no problem that cannot be solved with a blast of thunder and artillery fire.

A burst of artillery fire blew the little devil's momentum away from the sky.

The lack of fear of death, the spirit of bushido, and loyalty to their emperor all turned into shit under the threat of artillery fire!

The Japanese officer leading the charge was blown into two pieces by the artillery shells. The Japanese soldiers took advantage of the fact that there was no fire on the opposite position and rolled and climbed down the mountain.

"Bai is ready, I thought he could fight, is this it?"

Gao Cang couldn't help but laugh at the little devil.

The desperate posture just now was deliberately put on for others to see.

"We've run out of artillery shells. Next time the Japs break out, they won't have such a good advantage to take advantage of."

"Captain, I know that I will never confront a kid within fifty meters," Gao Cang said.

Some Japs also began to use bunkers to shoot at the Chinese soldiers to cover their troops.

But the little devil's counterattack was just a drop in the bucket and had very little effect.

It wasn't until the Japanese army rushed within a range of 150 meters that the soldiers manipulating grenade launchers and torpedo cannons finally waited for this moment.

"Boom boom boom"

They didn't care about the cannonballs in their hands at all, they just threw all the ammunition they brought at the heads of the little devils.

In front of the Japanese soldiers, the scene instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

At this time, the little devils no longer had the fearless momentum they had just before, and they all lay on the ground to avoid the flying shrapnel.

The little Japanese soldier felt his ears buzzing, and the world in front of him was constantly trembling, as if everything in front of him had become illusory and no longer real.

At this time, the rocks blown up by the cannonballs have the ability to kill people.

Many wounded soldiers of the Japs rolled down the hillside.

A large number of Japanese soldiers suffered casualties. Until the artillery fire stopped, the remaining Japanese soldiers were still lying on the ground in a daze.

Under the fierce artillery fire just now, they forgot their purpose and just prayed hard that God would let them go and let them live.

"Have all the little devils been killed?"

Gao Cang looked at the thick dust and smoke. Not a single kid stood up.

"Don't underestimate people's survivability. No matter how fierce the artillery fire is, some people will survive, not to mention that our artillery fire is not violent enough."

"It's a pity that it's not enough. Our artillery shell reserves are not large. After returning this time, I will definitely urge the troops to seize the time to make explosive bags. Whether it is black powder or yellow powder, use whatever is available."

Skillful operation of the grenade can enable precise strikes, and the thunder cannon can supplement the firepower of the grenade.

The two complement each other, but when defending positions, the power of the flying thunder cannon is even better.

Moreover, explosive packets are easier to make than grenade shells.

As long as they have enough gunpowder, they can produce more explosive packets.

If the Japanese army charges their position again in the future, there will be no problem that cannot be solved with a blast of thunder and artillery fire.

A burst of artillery fire blew the little devil's momentum away from the sky.

The lack of fear of death, the spirit of bushido, and loyalty to their emperor all turned into shit under the threat of artillery fire!

The Japanese officer leading the charge was blown into two pieces by the artillery shells. The Japanese soldiers took advantage of the fact that there was no fire on the opposite position and rolled and climbed down the mountain.

"Bai is ready, I thought he could fight, is this it?"

Gao Cang couldn't help but laugh at the little devil.

The desperate posture just now was deliberately put on for others to see.

"We've run out of artillery shells. Next time the Japs break out, they won't have such a good advantage to take advantage of."
Chapter completed!