It was not until the third round of shells that the squadron leader saw someone rushing out of the artillery position, but none of the artillery carried the artillery and all ran out empty-handed.

The squadron leader punched the ammunition box next to him: "Bageyalu, a group of cowards actually gave up the artillery and retreated alone. After returning, I will definitely report to the captain to punish them severely."

"Boom...boom..."

The explosion did not stop because of his scolding. After rushing out three more gunners, the artillery position was completely covered with smoke and could not see anything.

No matter how much you curse, it is useless.

Mortars remain in the artillery position. The artillery fire is so fierce that it will definitely be blown into scrap iron.

He no longer wants to have a mortar to survive, but hesitates whether the troops should retreat immediately.

I have no mortars, the other party has it, and the other party has more troops than me.

If they attack themselves while nightfall, they might be too impressed.

It was decided immediately: "It is too dangerous for the entire army to retreat and the troops to continue to defend here."

"The messenger, go to Zhangzhuang Town immediately to report to the captain: the National Rescue Army has brought reinforcements and equipped mortars. Our army suffered heavy casualties, and all three mortars were destroyed. In order not to be wiped out by the opponent, they voluntarily withdraw from the battle. Please prepare for defense!"

"Boom...boom..."

The explosion has not stopped yet, but the bullet point of the shell has been transferred to the heavy machine gun position next to the artillery position.

A "boom..." explosion sounded, and a heavy machine gun was actually blown away.

The squadron leader was just anxious, but he was panicked after seeing this scene.

The trump card of the mortar is gone. If you lose the heavy machine gun again, you will have no advantage in front of the National Salvation Army. It is like a piece of fat meat placed in front of them. You can eat whatever you want, and you don’t even have the chance to resist.

He shouted: "Let's help the heavy machine gun team transfer, they must not have any trouble!"

"The whole army retreats, march quickly to leave here, retreat immediately, the faster the better."

After saying that, the squadron leader returned with several guards in the same way. The nearest squad followed closely, followed by the puppet army, and the two heavy machine gun teams that had just rushed out of the artillery fire and walked to the end.

According to the squadron leader's initial idea, heavy machine guns, as their only remaining killer weapon to fight the National Salvation Army, must go to the middle of the team to protect them.

But it was too heavy, and it was a burden for four people to carry it together, and they couldn't walk fast at all.

In order not to affect the speed of the march, they could only run at the end of the team, ask the Imperial Army to help them, and take turns to lift the gun.

I marched all the way and ran nearly four kilometers in less than half an hour.

The squadron leader gasped and confirmed that there were no pursuers behind him. His vigilance slowly relaxed and his pace began to slow down.

"Dadada..."

A crooked lever suddenly opened fire in a bush behind the team. More than twenty rifles were fired together. The most eye-catching one was the machine gun. The long tongue of flames was particularly dazzling under the night. Bullets flew into the team. They could see clearly from a distance. Then they heard a scream from behind the team.

"No, the National Rescue Army is catching up!" a lieutenant shouted.

The squadron leader agreed: "The troops retreat quickly and don't be stuck with them. The National Salvation Army has mortars, and once we are surrounded, we will definitely die!"

Before he could finish his words, the squadron leader's pace had accelerated.

As for the subordinates who were beaten behind him, he couldn't control them, and he couldn't care about them. He couldn't lose two normal soldiers to save an injured soldier, which would be a loss.

Moreover, what the troops need now is the speed of the march. Carrying the wounded will definitely affect the marching of the troops.

The squadron leader didn't want to fall into this place because of one or two wounded people.

In the blink of an eye, the Japanese and puppet troops ran out of the range of the inch gun and slowly disappeared. More than 20 soldiers lying here slowly approached the road.

There were not many corpses scattered on the road, including Japanese and puppet troops.

Because they were in a hurry to retreat, the weapons and ammunition they carried were still there.

"Heavy machine gun, platoon leader, we have left the Japanese heavy machine gun!" A squad leader raised the heavy machine gun that was falling on the road, as if he had won a grand prize, and shouted excitedly.

The platoon leader was also excited and ran over in two steps.

He has seen the power of heavy machine guns, which are several times that of ordinary light machine guns.

A shuttle of heavy machine gun bullets flew towards the Japanese, and at least they could kill two rows of enemies in front and back.

If the shooting distance is close enough, it is possible to kill three rows of enemies in one shot.

Unfortunately, the Third Battalion only has one heavy machine gun.

During the Hongshiwa ambush, if two more heavy machine guns were added to the war, the Japanese and puppet troops would definitely suffer greater losses.

Now I have seized a heavy machine gun myself. If the battalion commander knows, it will definitely be a great achievement.

After reading the heavy machine gun, the squad leader who had just spoken continued to report: "The Japanese retreated in a hurry. As soon as we opened the fire, they ran away and didn't even have a fire counterattack."

"There were no casualties in the first row, but 13 Japanese and puppet troops were killed, half of which were Japanese and machine gunners. No wonder we were able to seize heavy machine guns!"

The platoon leader was even more excited. This was the credit obtained by a row of people alone and no one could leave.

When he heard his subordinates say that the Japanese army is just trying to escape now and dare not fight back, he immediately made a decision: "A squad stayed to clean the battlefield and bury the bodies of the Japanese and puppet troops. The others set out with me. Let's go around the front of the Japanese and puppet troops and attack them with a surprise attack."

"The Japanese don't fight back, and they don't fight back when scolding. This is an excellent opportunity for us to consume them, and if you miss it, you will be gone."

The Japanese and puppet troops ran forward for more than ten minutes. After confirming that there were no pursuers behind them, the squadron leader stopped decisively and squatted on the ground and gasped.

I ran too fast just now, and I had been running before, so I didn't even have a chance to rest. The squadron leader was exhausted and needed a rest urgently.

"Dadada..."

After he was still breathing, the machine gun fire that he didn't want to hear the last sounded again.

Although he could no longer run, for his life and for the huge wealth he had saved in half a year, he still gritted his teeth and stood up, gritted his teeth and continued to retreat towards the county town...

Ten minutes, half an hour, an hour... After running for almost two hours, the squadron leader's legs were completely numb and unconscious. He was very mechanically moving forward. His face was pale and sweating profusely. He was out of breath, but he did not dare to stop.

In the past more than an hour, the team would be subjected to a fire raid every ten minutes.

Two or three times later, the squadron leader knew that it was not the pursuers of the National Savior Army who attacked him, but the ambush they prepared in advance.

Subconsciously, you have to fight back and teach your opponent a lesson.

Before he could take action, his subordinates poured a can of cold water on him.

The three consecutive raids were attacked by the rear of the palace. Two heavy machine gun teams were killed without him knowing that, and the heavy machine gun was also thrown on the road.

Without the killer weapon, how can you fight with just a few dozen infantry and four or five light machine guns?

If you cannot fight quickly and be dragged here by your opponent, it will be even more dangerous.

The squadron leader was unwilling to accept it, but in the face of life and death, he could only give up those unrealistic ideas and continue to flee to the county town with few defeated soldiers...

After passing Hongshiwa, the annoying gunfire stopped completely.

The squadron leader was not happy at all, but wanted to cry without tears.

Looking at the troops shortened behind him, he was stunned and roared, "Where is the people? Where is my troops? Why are there only these people left?"

The second lieutenant stood beside him and lowered his head to report: "Sir, the troops are all gone in the uninterrupted raid of the National Salvation Army!"

"Each raid only kills a few of us, but they raid too many times, so this is the only one left."

The squadron leader was desperate. He brought more than 300 people out of the city yesterday, but he was defeated today. The troops of more than 300 people were also reduced to fifty or sixty.

In this case, the position of the squadron leader will definitely not be able to be kept when he returns to the county town, but he has no other way, so he can only order the troops to continue to retreat.

At the command center of the Third Battalion of Donghui Town, troops kept coming back with spoils.

The seizures in the command yard have been piled up into a hill, with rifles, crooked handles, heavy machine guns, bullet boxes, lunch boxes, armed belts, kettles, and clothing carried by the Japanese...

As long as it was something that could be used by waste, the soldiers brought back all the soldiers.

Tang Yufeng was so happy that he couldn't stop talking, his face full of smiles.

He is the deputy battalion commander of the Third Battalion who is responsible for logistics supply. The more troops seize the more they seize on the battlefield, the more inventory they have. When facing heavy attacks by the Japanese and puppet troops, the more confidence the Third Battalion will be.

He looked at Chen Zhengyu with admiration: "Old Chen, your tactic of cutting flesh is too powerful."

"The Japanese were fleeing in panic, and they didn't have much meat on their bodies. If you cut them one by one, when you return to the county town, they will probably be skinny and boneless!"

"The Japanese will definitely hate our national-savior army this time. The troops of more than 300 people left the city, and only dozens of people came back in two days and one night. If their captain knew about it, he would definitely be scared and vomited blood and died of death!"

Chen Zhengyu himself never expected that the result would be so great.

According to his previous thoughts, six platoons acted separately and it would be great if they could kill sixty Japanese and puppet troops in the end.

As a result, he had far underestimated the courage of several platoon leaders. After one raid, he dared to run to the front of the Japanese and the second raid, directly attacking outside the city of Pingding. At the same time, he underestimated the status of heavy machine guns and mortars in the minds of the Japanese and puppet troops.

Without these two killer moves, the Japanese were like tigers who had lost their fangs. Not only did they lose their combat power, but their courage also became smaller.

In order to survive, he did not even have the courage to resist. He retreated all the way, giving the national-savior army the opportunity to cut off their bodies continuously.

After the last infantry platoon retreated, Li Honghui, who had been counting the results of the battle in the yard, followed him in, his face was both excited and shocked, and his eyes looked at Chen Zhenyu with a hint of surprise.

Unexpectedly, the Third Battalion was not only Zhou Chengli, but Chen Zhengyu, who was directly promoted from platoon leader to deputy battalion commander, was also so powerful that he killed more than 100 Japanese and puppet troops with his actions.
Chapter completed!