Bang bang bang ~

The second defensive position of the Li Feng formation was at this moment. They were fighting desperately with the Japanese and repelling two waves of attacks. Now it is the third wave of attacks that the Japanese are carrying out.

Li Feng saw that several Japanese rush to a few dozen meters in front of the position, and quickly threw down his rifle, picked up the submachine gun next to him, and rushed over and overturned seven or eight Japanese gangs on the spot.

After the bullet was fired, he retracted his back and leaned against the trench. After changing to a magazine, he hit the Japanese again a few times, and couldn't help but mutter:

"The submachine gun made by the Americans is still OK, and it has a lot of lethality. It's just that this gun is too expensive. It would be even better if it could reduce the price!"

The price of Thomson's submachine gun can buy two Garland rifles. I don't know what they think. Can the government afford such a expensive submachine gun to equip the troops with such a expensive submachine gun?

The British are smarter. You can see that the submachine guns you made are either thick or thin. Not only are they easy to make, but they are also very cheap. If it is not for the insurance problem, the fat man is very willing to equip the troops on a large scale.

Thomson in the Eagle's hand was loaded with a drum. Although Li Feng was a little angry, why did this guy waste bullets so much? He had just seen him finish three drums, how much does it cost to burn it!

"Boss, the submachine gun is good. Look at how powerful the firepower is!"

Da da da da da~

At this time, Li Feng looked at the bullets he brought with him, then looked at the three or four empty magazines around him, and shouted at the guards on the other side:

"Hurry up, find a way to get me some bullets, and my magazines are empty!"

"And... Eagle, can you not waste this? I just saw that you had fired hundreds of bullets. Change the rifle and let the barrel of the submachine gun rest for a while!"

The eagle knew that Li Feng was worried about ammunition. After all, the bullets of Thomson's submachine gun were not easy to replenish, so he picked up the 38-large cover beside him, raised the gun and shot it at the Japanese, and shot it through the Japanese chest on the spot.

"Oh, I said your marksmanship has not regressed. Why did you tell me that the marksmanship has regressed last time?"

"Oh, don't you think the rifle is too long and difficult to hold? Why do you still hate so many on the battlefield? A gun that can fight is a good gun. I'll shoot~"

Touch ~

Another Japanese man's helmet was shot through, and then seven or eight machine gun bullets swept towards the eagle. However, the vulgar eagle had already entered the trenches. The bullets only penetrated a few sandbags, and the dirt hit the eagle's helmet, making a loud noise, but it did not cause much damage to his face.

The little fat man's submachine gun bullets still did not arrive. It seemed that Thomson's ammunition on the logistics side was in a hurry.

The 38th probably needs to be used. Although it is not as powerful as the Mauser series of rifles in the process, as long as the accurate head is sufficient, the lethality caused is still possible.

I don’t know which veteran it was, so I must have cut the bullet a few times, otherwise the hole in the Japanese would not be so big.

"I said, which bastard you beat people, don't be so disgusting, okay? Look at the fragments of the Japanese's head that are about to explode on my head. Can you not use that Damu bullet?"

No veteran responded to Li Feng, and he finally cut it, so why don’t he let the Japanese fight?

The machine gunner was also very disgusting. The machine gun bullets were swept out and cut off the Japanese. It probably took a lot of effort to find the corpse when they turned around.

"I said you all should be careful, and hit the head and chest, and the machine gunners suppress the opponent's firepower, and don't always think about killing the Japanese."

The second defensive position was far stronger than the first defensive position. The Japanese mortars were unable to blow up their three heavy machine gun positions, which shows how violent the soldiers now have in their hearts.

The Japanese are very helpless now. They have tried it just now. The small bunker of the Eighth Route Army was built too strong and there was no response when the mortars were blown up. The three heavy machine gun positions have caused them huge casualties. If they were not removed, they probably might not be able to take it down in three days.

The Japanese commander in the back row used a telescope to look at the machine gun in front of him and kept firing bullets. He smashed the telescope angrily and asked a lieutenant next to him:

"When will our infantry cannon arrive? If this continues, the warriors of the empire may be buried under the machine guns of the Tujiao Route Army."

In fact, this level of bunker can only be bombed with infantry cannons. It’s amazing that they can blast a few more times. Who knew that their infantry cannons were all blown up by the Eighth Route Army at the beginning, and even the mountain cannons that had not been fired several times were blown up, resulting in only infantry cannons in their hands now.

The Japanese master wanted to greet the eighteen generations of artillery soldiers and ask them why they didn’t think about the Tujiao Route Army that would blow them up when they chose a position?

But when I thought that the artillery soldiers were drinking tea with the King of Hell, I resisted this impulse.

"The mountain road is rugged, and now we are in short supply. If infantry artillery is to be transferred here, it will take at least two days."

The Japanese Major who heard this sentence fainted on the spot. Two days later, he still didn't know if he was there?

The Eighth Route Army of China is already mobilizing troops to siege them. If they cannot eat the group of people in front of them, they will be the one who should defend themselves when they turn back!

"Master, Grandmaster..."

The third wave of the Japanese attack finally retreated, leaving hundreds of corpses behind, and the rest retreated in shame.

The eagle also stopped shooting at this time. After seeing the Japanese being knocked back, their faces became rosy again.

"I repelled their attacks again. It seems that we have to find a way to do them next. It's not OK to be beaten by them all day long!"

Li Feng leaned on the trench exhausted at this time. He wanted to hug Erpang and sleep with him now. After all, Erpang was very warm.

At this time, Ma Zhengcai couldn't help but look at the sky, then rubbed his hands and said:

"The weather...it seems to be getting colder!"

No one knows how cold the weather has become, but the passion of a group of reporters is very hot, enough to melt the ice in Korea and Japan. When they heard that today's battle might have ended, they were clamoring to come over for an interview.

But when they just stepped into the position, they couldn't help but be stunned by the scene in front of them, because none of the soldiers in the trench were intact, almost everyone was tied with bandages, and there were even some people with injured thighs, and the bandages they tied were unwilling to leave the trench.

The medical soldier wiped some alcohol on Li Feng's face, then wrapped a large circle of bandages around his head, and finally used tweezers to pick off several shrapnel from his arm, and said with some concern:

"Boss, your wound needs to be disinfected, otherwise you may be infected!"

"Don't eliminate the poison. This little injury is not a problem. Just apply some alcohol!"

Li Feng looked like he was facing away from the reporter and his camera was photographed by their cameras. The medical soldier wiped Li Feng's three mouths with alcohol and appeared on the photo.
Chapter completed!