"Boom...boom..."

No matter how the Japanese prayed, grenades and grenades arrived as promised and roared around them.

The short and violent explosion sounded deafening, and several grenades exploded in the air. The powerful air waves instantly blew up several soldiers away. The hot fragments were like storms, quickly sweeping across the entire battlefield.

Some unlucky Japanese were hit by two or three grenades at the same time, and were instantly blown away from their bodies and heads.

The smoke from the sky quickly spread around, covering dozens of Japanese devils in two or three seconds, and the mountainside was filled with pungent and pungent smell.

"Boom..." The Japanese who luckily avoided the first round of grenade rain had not yet recovered, and the violent explosion sounded again.

This time, more than a dozen Japanese devils disappeared...

At the foot of the mountain, Captain Fukuda was almost so angry that he vomited blood and died.

I just swear to tell my subordinates that the Eighth Route Army on the mountain had already escaped, and then I sent the Imperial Army to launch an attack and get a bargain on the top of the beam.

As a result, the Eighth Route Army not only failed, but also prepared light machine guns and grenade rain to deal with it.

If I had known that I would have been allowed to join the Imperial Army from the beginning, then the one who was massacred by the Eighth Route Army would not be the Imperial Army.

Seeing the attacking troops being submerged in the smoke from the grenade explosion, the two light machine guns seemed to be like bullets that cost money, pouring bullets at the attacking troops.

Captain Fukuda didn't need to think about it and knew that the first team had suffered heavy casualties.

The order is immediately: "The offensive troops are about to retreat, and all other troops are shooting to cover them."

"Grouting firepower for me, they pose the greatest threat to the offensive forces. Fire the artillery now..."

"Da da da da...b bang..." A dense gunshot sounded in Futian's ears immediately.

Although I couldn't see it, Futian could tell from the gunshots that nearly a hundred bullets were shot out by his subordinates every second, suppressing the Eighth Route Army on the top of the beam.

"Boom..."

The squadron had four grenade launchers left to fire one after another, and the grenades seemed to have eyes, hitting accurately beside the machine gun.

What disappointed the Japanese was not affected, and the machine gun continued to shoot at the halfway point of the mountain.

Fortunately, the Eighth Route Army in Liangding did not continue to throw grenades at the attacking troops at this time, and it seemed that the counterattack of his subordinates had worked.

But this good mood was quickly suppressed by anger.

The explosion on the hillside stopped, but no soldiers rushed out of the battlefield filled with smoke.

"Have the retreat order been sent yet? Contact the offensive troops to retreat quickly. It must be the smoke of gunpowder blocking the sight, and the offensive troops did not see the retreat signal!" This was Captain Fukuda's judgment, and he was very anxious to order.

"Papa..." The messenger reacted quickly and immediately shot two signal flares representing retreat in the sky.

The smoke of gunpowder can block the sight and cannot block the ears of the attacking troops.

Surprisingly, half a minute passed, and no attacking troops ran out of the smoke.

At this time, the smoke that was spreading halfway up the mountain had slowly dissipated. Captain Fukuda was puzzled and quickly raised his telescope.

I don’t know if I don’t look at it, I’m shocked when I see it.

More than fifty subordinates actually fell to the ground, with corpses everywhere. If you are lucky, you can leave a complete corpse. If you are lucky, you are already in a different place.

There were still some soldiers who were not dead, wriggling and trying to evacuate the battlefield. Many people lost their movements as they crawled...

On the top of the beam, the Eighth Route Army was like shooting a target, with gunfire constantly sounding, killing one imperial army after another that was not dead...

Less than a minute before and after, there was no living person halfway up the mountain!

"Baga..." Futian clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and cursed.

"I want to kill all the Eighth Route Army on the top of the beam, cut off my head and avenge the warriors who died in battle..."

"Swish..." After cursing, he pulled out his command knife and pointed at the beam. His whole body was like a roaring lion, with murderous orders: "Grouter, light machine gun, all shot."

"The Second Company of the Imperial Army, the Second Infantry Team, attacked head-on..."

"The Third Infantry Team, the Third Company of the Imperial Army, divided into two routes and detours to the left and right wings to launch an attack."

"I want to attack and kill all the Eighth Route Army above from three sides."

Liangding's guerrillas blocked the position, and a row of alive soldiers were all in anger.

More than fifty Japanese invincible Japanese were defeated, and they were killed by them with three-wheeled grenades.

If they had not experienced it personally and saw it with their own eyes, they would never believe that they could kill so many Japanese devils in one battle.

At this moment, everyone's fear of the Japanese disappeared.

Looking at the densely packed corpses of the Japanese on the hillside, I felt excited and proud from the bottom of my heart, and felt like I had become a hero.

Because these Japanese were killed by themselves, they had their own contributions.

Even if I sacrificed myself in the next battle, it would be better to have so many Japanese burials.

Zhou Cheng clearly felt the changes in everyone.

If an army wants to defeat its opponent, it must have morale.

If you don’t even have the morale of the army and morale, no matter how good the training is, it will be in vain.

It seems that the morale of the guerrillas has risen.

As long as you win the battle in front of you and seize the time to improve everyone's combat effectiveness, the guerrillas can become an elite army that cannot be defeated or broken.

"Captain, are the Japanese crazy? They don't even let us breathe. They launched a new round of attack just after the last round of attack. Don't they need to rest?" Xiang Feng suddenly frowned and cursed with dissatisfaction.

"They are indeed crazy!" Zhou Cheng sneered and replied: "And they were driven crazy by us."

"Look at the foot of the mountain, all the Japanese and puppet troops moved."

"The Japanese want to send out all their troops and firepower to launch a fatal blow to us, and destroy us in one battle!"

"It's true!" A trace of worry flashed across Xiang Feng's face.

Just now, the captain used the Japanese to underestimate the enemy and put them close to greet them with grenades and machine guns, and wiped out the opponent.

This time the Japanese army learned a lesson clearly.

It can be seen from the offensive formation they have set up.

The Japanese and puppet troops involved in the attack were three times the size of the previous one, but the attack formation did not become denser, but became even more sparse. The guerrillas then used grenades to blow them up, and the attack effect would definitely be very poor.

Moreover, they are crowded and have few guerrillas. There will be loopholes when they explode here and there. If the Japanese and puppet troops take the opportunity to rush to the top of the beam, they only need to throw a few grenades into the trenches. A row of morale that had just been raised will be blown up and the troops will suffer heavy casualties.

He quickly put forward his thoughts: "Captain, I don't think I can fight the Japanese head-on this time."

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