The commander of the artillery position who had been staring at this direction finally waited for the signal flag of the artillery. With a wave of his hand, three mountain cannons fired together, pouring more than 20 shells to the top of the ridge. The smoke from the explosion was as expected, blocking the sight of the Japanese in other directions. The soldiers behind the ridge also set up dozens of human ladders. The soldiers standing on the tray began to drop bombs. The violent explosion sounded, which caused the Japanese soldiers on the tray to panic and shot in the tray to work harder.

The opportunity came. Ma Qian'an quickly waved his hand at the dozen soldiers who had already climbed out of the ground and led them to approach the Japanese trench with their waists. In the last 10 meters, Ma Qian'an roared and rushed down, instantly rushed to the edge of the trench, and stabbed suddenly at a Japanese soldier who was fighting with his head exposed.

"Puff!" The bayonet pierced the Japanese neck mercilessly. As soon as the bayonet went in and out, a blood arrow squirted out, falling into the trenches with a "wow" moment, dyeing red.

"Pu" Ma Qian'an jumped into the trench. With the heavy sound of landing, the entire trench screamed and the sound of bayonets entering the flesh. The commando soldiers who found the target rushed over with evil spirits.

The screams woke up the Japanese who were still shooting. The team leader was stunned for a moment and howled immediately. When the awakened Japanese soldiers saw the Eighth Route Army swarming behind, they immediately turned their guns to fight.

The two sides were already very close, almost face to face, and it was too late to shoot. Several Japanese soldiers met the Eighth Route Army that had jumped into the trenches. The other Japanese waving 38 guns and jumped out of the trenches and "struggle" to fight. For a moment, the roar and fighting sounded in the edge of the trenches and the crackling sound of gun collisions and the wailing before death destroyed the nerves of both sides.

Ma Qian'an jumped into the trench and immediately stabbed the nearest Japanese on his left like lightning, opened a gap, and several soldiers quickly jumped in and surrounded Ma Qian'an in the middle, preventing him from rushing to both sides. Commander Zheng gave a death order to protect the young leader.

The team of men led by Ma Qian'an are elite soldiers of the 769th Regiment. Not only are they strong and their skills are not inferior to those of the Japanese.

Li Dabiao, the commander of the 1st battalion of the New Third Regiment, had no idea what method to use to get into the commando. The shadow of defeat a few days ago kept suppressing him. This time he was desperate to win the quota of the commando. It was nothing to avenge his previous shame. Li Fengshan and Wu Bijiu also took the initiative to join the commando. These two guys who were praised as "strong generals" by Ma Qian'an in front of Commander Liu were full of honor and confidence. They refused to join the second echelon. They squeezed into the front, climbed up from the earth hole one after another, and joined the chaotic battle group.

The three men with vicious appearance and strong physiques quickly inserted, causing considerable trouble to the Japanese soldiers, and they had to distinguish several Japanese soldiers with good thorn fighting skills to resist.

The battlefield was in chaos, and the soldiers on the other side of the ridge were no longer under pressure and climbed up the ladder. More than a dozen ladders kept surging upwards. More than a dozen soldiers climbed up the ridge in rows, rising from waves like the sea water at high tide. After they came up, they quickly spread their steps towards the Japanese trenches.

Okazaki was standing on the main position of the south slope hundreds of meters away to supervise the battle. Suddenly, he heard a sound of shelling in the northwest direction first. When the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, he was frightened to see the two sides stirring up a mass of people near the northwest trenches. He also saw the Eighth Route Army rising from behind the trenches. He immediately realized that he had been attacked. In a short period of time, he could not think of how the Eighth Route Army did it, and he had no time to think about it.

Okazaki turned his gaze to the high platform in the center of the trunk and shouted loudly in that direction. With Okazaki's howling, several piles of loess on the top of the platform "live" like several fat slugs. A machine gun team that had been hiding at the top of the platform for a long time suddenly appeared. The Japanese archer lifted the military blanket covered by his body, and then pulled down the broken quilt covered by the heavy machine gun. A secret fire point suddenly appeared. The Japanese man controlled a nine-double machine from a high place to control the Eighth Route Army, which was swarming forward on the slope more than 30 meters away, and suddenly opened fire. Sprockets of bullets splashed over, and the loess columns under the feet of the soldiers were rising wildly. The dense bullet flow quickly stopped the charge of the subsequent troops, and the running soldiers fell to the ground in groups.

The Japanese machine gunner is an experienced player. The machine gun is accurate and ruthless. In order to accidentally injure the person who is fighting for bayonets with the Eighth Route Army, the Japanese machine gun is extremely "artistic". The bullet flow is almost against the scalp of the crowd strangled into a pile of thorns, and shot into the concentrated place of the Eighth Route Army on the slope. "Bang bang bang...bang bang bang bang..." With the unique sound of the 92-machine similar to the tree pecking of the woodpecker, the soldiers who are charging constantly raised their hands or staggered to the ground. The Japanese ammunition hand and deputy shooter were also old guys who have been in war for a long time. The 92-machine has a scope with good accuracy. Three people and a heavy machine firmly blocked the charge route of the subsequent troops.

Ma Qian'an was leading the soldiers to clear the remaining Japanese in the trench. There were only a few Japanese left in the trench, but they were extremely crazy, like trapped beasts before death, exploding more powerful than usual, and the soldiers continued to suffer casualties. A warrior who protected Ma Qian'an was stabbed by a Japanese in front of him and fell down softly. A fat and thick Japanese screamed and pulled out the bayonet, then jumped forward suddenly and stabbed Ma Qian'an with blood dripping guns.

Ma Qian'an had already caught a glimpse of the brutal Japanese. Facing the Japanese bayonet, Ma Qian'an did not retreat but advanced. As soon as he pushed his gun, the bayonets of both sides passed by, and the muzzles collided violently. Ma Qian'an was very powerful, and the Japanese took two steps back. The Japanese heel was tripped by a wooden board in the trench. He stood unsteadily and sat down to the ground. Then he was hit by a soldier who had just fallen from the edge of the trench. Before he could react, he was caught by Ma Qian'an's legs like a big hand that was thrown down his gun and stepped forward. With both arms, he pulled the fat Japanese out of the warrior who was riding on him and took the turn out.

Ma Qian'an instantly exploded with beast-like power, and threw the Japanese at hand for more than ten meters away, and threw them heavily on the warriors' charge route.

After taking care of the Japanese in the trench, Ma Qian'an discovered that the soldiers on the slope suffered heavy casualties. Under the pressure of the Japanese machine guns, only a few lucky people rushed to the hand-to-hand battle group, and the rest of the soldiers retreated to the bottom of the ridge.

"Machine gun!" Ma Qian'an shouted to the soldiers around him. He only glanced at the top of the high platform of the Wanding Highway, and immediately judged the huge threat from the Japanese 92. Under the cover of the 92, dozens of Japanese hopped and shouted to support the side, getting closer and closer.

At this distance, only when the machine gun is against the machine gun can you be sure to suppress the other party.

"Battlehot!" A company commander who had just crawled out of the earth hole was also shouting, "Get the machine gun on the high platform!" The company commander also found the crux of the problem.

The commander of the Eighth Route Army Mountain Cannon Company, more than 1 ooo away from the Guanjiadong Ting, also observed the Japanese machine guns on the Wanding High Platform from the telescope. The huge threat forced him to order the remaining three shells to hit the platform. The shells exploded on the outer jade of the high platform and did not hit it. Obviously, the gunner's technical level needs to be improved. The artillery company commander scolded his gunner with a blue face.

A rocket shot by the bazookaman hand with blue smoke passed the Japanese machine gun position, but it did not hit. At this distance, the bazookaman's accuracy was greatly reduced, and he could only shoot an approximate range. He was all new gunners, so it was no longer easy to hit this accuracy.

The shot of the rocket launcher was noticed by the Japanese archer. The Japanese machine gunner slightly adjusted the angle, "bang bang bang..." and knocked out the rocket launcher with one point, and the gun hand was killed.

**! Ma Qian was so anxious that he was swearing. Damn this Japanese saber is so powerful, no less than his own level.

Ma Qian'an hugged and ran quickly in the trenches. From time to time, he looked at the fierce nine-double-machines on the platform, looking for a suitable shooting position. The crowds of people in the melee were crowded together, and you were among you, divided into dozens of small piles to fight. No one on both sides was shooting. If the enemy and me were mixed together, the rate of injuring one's own people was no less than the rate of killing the enemy.

The 92-machine did not shoot at the crowd. The Japanese shooter carefully searched through the scope and looked for the target he thought was worthy of shooting. If the Eighth Route Army was occasionally squeezed out of the melee, he would often be hit by the 92 machine gun on the high platform without having time to rush into the battle group.

The Japanese archers were too rampant. Ma Qian'an couldn't find a suitable angle for a long time. Seeing that the Japanese machine guns blocked the entrance of the earth again, the Japanese soldiers who came to support were getting closer and closer, and they were sweating all over.

Fortunately, there were two crooked hands in the Japanese trenches covered in blood and lost their master. Ma Qian'an checked it out and saw that the machine gun could still be used, so he calmed down.

"Machine gun, where did the machine gunners go?" Ma Qian'an grabbed one of the soldiers who followed him to defend him with great responsibility and asked. The commando arranged three machine guns, all of which were in the top 20. They should have come up. Why can't we hear the counterattack of our machine gun?

The soldier who was trapped by him had just participated in the trench cleaning battle. At this moment, he was breathing heavily, staring at him with sweat, looking confused, "I just saw the big old man coming up, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye."

"It's there!" The guard soldier suddenly pointed at a place and shouted in surprise.

Ma Qian'an followed the soldier's finger and saw a-a! A big black man was holding the barrel of the machine gun in both hands, and was urging like a broom, fighting against a Japanese soldier who was whispering around and screaming.

It seems that after the battle, I have to teach this big man a lesson on how to use machine guns to fight correctly. This is a life-and-death duel, which makes it like two farmers hitting the door bolt. I can't bear it anymore. Ma Qian'an jumped out of the trench and rushed forward with a few big steps to stab the "happy" Japanese soldier who was fighting, and dragged the machine gunner Da Lao Hei back to the trench.

Seeing that the big old man was still holding the Czech style that had lost the magazine tightly, Ma Qian'an didn't make a fuss and pulled the Czech style one by one, dragged it over and stuffed it into the big old man's hand, shouted in anger: "Will it be used? Hit it on the platform!"

The old man Hei covered his head and turned his head and fucked the crooked handle and glanced slightly, following the gap between the melee crowd, he opened fire on the platform, "Dada..."

Several bullets hit the soil edge near the Gaotai 92-machine, attracting the attention of the Japanese archers. Turning the gun to search for Da Lao Hei, "Pengpengpeng..."

The big old man was not showing weakness, rolled to another place, and then set up a crooked handkerchief to fight back, "Dadada..."
Chapter completed!