"The devils are prepared!" Xiao Yunshan was shocked and shouted in dismay.

But soon he realized: "No, they were not equipped with machine guns, they were only equipped with artillery soldiers with self-defense rifles!"

Then he ordered: "Make the machine gun cover, the rifleman rushed up and greeted them with grenades. Time is limited, so the Japanese artillery squadron must be killed immediately!"

Wang Ping, who rushed over, looked at Xiao Yunshan with great appreciation, and then said nothing.

Whether it was Xiong Changhe or Xiao Yunshan, his performances were becoming more and more satisfying.

After a few battles, the two of them no longer had the initial panic and helplessness when facing the Japanese and puppet troops, but were at ease. At least when facing the squadron and small teams, the two of them could already stand alone.

Seeing dozens of soldiers under his command, attacking the Japanese artillery squadron in an orderly manner. Wang Ping directly withdrew his gaze and began to scan the entire battlefield, looking for potential threats that might threaten the safety of the new regiment.

"Captain, the Japanese reinforcements are coming!" Suddenly, Tang Guangxin's voice was both nervous and anxious behind him.

Looking back, on the road a few hundred meters away, the Japanese and puppet troops were in chaos. Amid the screams of the Japanese officers, although they were very tired, they still rushed towards the place with mechanical steps.

"The Japanese want the puppet army to block bullets for them and reinforce their artillery squadrons and heavy machine gun squadrons!" Wang Ping made a judgment with a sneer.

Tang Guangxin frowned and reminded: "Captain, do you want me to take people up to the top for a while? The Japanese are all tired soldiers, and their attack power is definitely not strong. The direct-level team should be able to defend for five minutes!"

"It can be done, but five minutes later, the direct class was beaten to no one!" Wang Ping answered angrily.

"Although the Japanese are tired soldiers, the guns in their hands are not vegetarians. Dozens of rifles and machine guns are staring at you. Even if you are all iron-killed, your bodies will be sieve, not to mention that you are all flesh and blood!"

"What should I do? They will rush over in a few minutes. Should we retreat now!" If we can't fight, Tang Guangxin had no choice at all. He stared at Wang Ping and asked helplessly.

At this time, the terrain where he was hiding just now attracted Wang Ping's attention.

From the hiding bushes to the road, although it is just a small gentle slope. But looking around, it is the only high ground within a few hundred meters in the surrounding area, although this high ground is only a dozen meters above sea level.

Seeing heavy machine guns and bullets scattered all over the floor by the Japanese on the road, Wang Ping's mind changed and immediately had a very bold idea.

"Tang Guangxin, bring me the direct squad, carry three heavy machine guns and enough bullets, and occupy the high ground we just hid. As long as the Japanese rushed to two hundred meters away, they would fire the heavy machine guns and stop them!"

"If you can't take so many machine guns and bullets, you won't need to be in vain."

Although it is not clear what Wang Ping's purpose was to do this? However, he could still imagine the power of three heavy machine guns firing at the highway.

Wherever the machine gun bullets go, whether it is the Japanese or the puppet army on the road, they will be killed so much that they have no place to hide.

He didn't say a word of nonsense, pointed at the three heavy machine guns in front of him and greeted his subordinates not far away: "Why are you still standing there? Immediately carry the three heavy machine guns to the bushes where we just hid, aim at the Japanese reinforcements, and prepare for battle!"

After Tang Guangxin left, Wang Ping thought of the bold thought that had just come out of his mind.

After confirming that there is no problem, look directly at the second company that is fighting.

Nine light machine guns are shooting together, which is equivalent to a light machine gun suppressing a rifleman from the Japanese.

The Japanese who were killed several riflemen in an instant immediately turned into a turtle with their heads hiding behind the cover without showing their heads.

At this time, the second company's rifle moved, holding a rifle in one hand and a grenade in the other, and rushed towards the Japanese artillery squadron along the weeds next to the road.

"The Eighth Route Army rushed over, shoot, shoot immediately!" the artillery squadron leader shouted.

Several riflemen were forced to come out of the back of the cover and wanted to shoot.

However, before the gun could fire, the whizzing bullets around them had already exploded in their heads.

The tragic scene directly made the remaining gunners of the Japanese feel frightened and their backs were chilly, as if the god of death was already pulling himself on his back and pulling himself to hell, both fearful and scared. No matter how the squadron leader cursed, he would not dare to show his head.

At this moment, more than a dozen grenades with white smoke fell from the sky and smashed them towards them.

"Grenade...hidden...boombo..." More than a dozen Japanese soldiers hugged their heads and threw themselves to the ground, the grenade exploded.

As more and more grenades hit the Japanese, some exploded after landing, and some exploded in the air. Xiao Yunshan was the first to jump up from the ground and kill him towards the Japanese artillery squadron!

"Comrades, kill with me! Rush into the Japanese Artillery Squadron and kill them!"

The twenty Japanese who had self-defense rifles died and injured, and five or six people remained. Facing the Eighth Route Army that rushed over like a god of killing, they collapsed directly.

Some people may say that the Japanese have been influenced by the spirit of Bushido and would rather die than retreat on the battlefield.

But they were all front-line infantry, and artillery soldiers did not have such courage.

They are basically artillery soldiers composed of intellectuals. They start to learn artillery after just simple training for recruits, and have never been on the battlefield like infantry and killed people face to face. Whether it is combat effectiveness or courage, they are far inferior to artillery soldiers.

More importantly, they are all intellectuals and are not so easily brainwashed by the so-called Bushido spirit.

In their eyes, dedication and what is for the Emperor are all bullshit. Only by living is the right way.

So, facing death that is so close, their first thought is to escape and leave here.

After the artillery armed with self-defense rifles collapsed, the artillery squadron had a chain reaction of dozens of people left. No matter how the officer commanded it, he retreated in a direction away from the new regiment.

What's more, they directly lifted off the mortar parts and shells on the backs of mules, horses and horses, and rode mules and horses to escape.

"Don't save me bullets, kill them!" Xiao Yunshan was shocked by the Japanese escape on the battlefield, and he almost didn't believe his own eyes.

But he quickly reacted and shouted at the machine gunner, letting them go without fear at all.

Although they had never been to the front-line battlefield and had killed the Eighth Route Army face to face, they had killed people with cannons in their hands.

Xiao Yunshan is sure that at least half of the comrades who died on the battlefield died under the shelling of these people.

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