The road ahead of the hundreds of feet of dangerous cliff is broken.

The magical worker splits a thread of the sky.

The green rocks and green cypresses stand against each other.

Hearing the sound, no one can see it.

valley.

Cliffs.

Gradually closed like a trumpet.

The entrance is getting narrower and narrower.

The road is difficult to pass, and the stretcher is almost impossible to pass.

After turning a few turns, no one in front of them was seen.

The sun shines without notice, and the strange wind roars.

Looking at the team of wounded soldiers who had completely disappeared from the trumpet, Hu Yi suddenly calmed down.

Even if the enemy has a perfect plan or powerful weaponry, it will be useless in front of the magical craftsmanship of nature.

If a true man is at the gate, it is difficult for thousands of men to open up.

The roar of planes came from the east again, and Hu Yi looked calm.

The ghostly Japanese behind him, like a hyena, still did not give up.

Li Xiang, who was squatting among the rocks, had a hoarse voice: "There is no grenade..."

Luo Fugui, who was lying on the stone next to him, could not see a figure in the sight of the person, and he heard a faint voice: "Grandma, he dares to come over and kill him with two of them. I really think I'm a mud..."

The blocking team, full of wounded soldiers, finally had the courage to retreat two miles to enter the canyon. However, the blocking bear set up a position in the stone forest outside the canyon.

He couldn't swallow this.

Now he has no worries at all, and he doesn't have to worry about escaping at all. His greatest reliance is his reliance.

The Japanese who were more worried about now gave up the pursuit.

As for what Li Xiang said that there were no grenades, the Japanese were probably exhausted.

What I am afraid of now is that the Japanese will not come.

The machine guns no longer shoot backwards.

"Grandma's, use the old sleeve, don't hit it too accurately..."

We have a completely advantage in geographical advantages. Are you really a fool roe deer who is a Japanese?

The rocks and shrubs were shaking chasing Japanese figures a mile away. They knew that the front was completely unfavorable to the attack, but they actually bit them.

Even more cruel than a crazy dog, he is completely crazy!

I have to admire the Japanese's "sacrificial spirit" of not afraid of death...

"Wang Xiaosan, hurry up and get some hot food..."

"The battalion commander asked you to retreat to the front line to take a rest first, and I will command it here now."

"You? You are a stinky cook, want to come and get a bargain?"

"Do you think I want to come?"

"How is the situation of the wounded officer of this company commander?"

"Not really, another one died..."

"Four machine guns, four magazines, the charge machine gun has no bullets... use old sleeves to fight the Japanese, otherwise the Japanese would probably run away..."

"It doesn't matter if the charge machine gun has bullets or not..."

"The Japanese don't come up, I'll just stare at you anyway, so I'll go back and have a sleep first..." The blocking bear crawled out of the cracks in the stones where he was sleeping.

Luo Fugui screamed: "Li Xiang, you're just playing around with it. Go away quickly and let Wang Xiaosan enjoy his fun..."

The mountain wind was blowing, and the dark clouds in the sky were blown toward a line of celestial zodiac, and a shadow appeared on the trumpet.

In the desolate sky, the soldiers who came to change defense rushed into the rocks and disappeared.

In Wang Xiaosan's telescope, the Japanese did not walk the path among the rocks, but instead approached the trumpet in the bushes among the rocks.

A soldier scattered beside Wang Xiaosan did not calm down and fired a shot at a steel helmet three hundred meters away. The bullet hit the stone and splashed a bunch of moss debris.

The helmet suddenly disappeared, and after a while, the helmet appeared again.

Wang Xiaosan was not angry: "Don't shoot, there is no head under the helmet..."

The Japanese, who always claimed to be invincible, was so angry that they could only stare at the dark cloud hanging in the sky.

"Second Lieutenant, this is not a solution. Although there are not many people from the Eighth Route Army, they have completely gained a geographical advantage and will not appear at all..." The sergeant, who used a bayonet to lift the helmet up from time to time and then fell back from time to time, suggested weakly.

The second lieutenant hid among the bushes between two stones, holding the telescope to keep observing, not letting the telescope go or speaking.

Another sergeant next to him leaned against the lieutenant and sat down with a stone: "The Eighth Route has two Czech styles and two Type 99 light machine guns. They fired a smoke bomb on the grenade launcher and did not fire. I think it was mostly because there were no grenades..."

Immediately prepare the medicine bowl, no grenades, and I have to blow them to death with a grenade...

"Grenade launcher grenade...the range is not enough."

"If the range is not enough, then go forward. Do I have to teach you this too?"

"I've tried it. The Tuba Route Machine Gun changed the position after firing a point, and we couldn't find the target at all."

"Don't you know the preset goal?"

The military commander was speechless and turned around and crawled away silently.

At present, the firepower of the two sides is not much different, and the number of imperial soldiers is the dominant one.

Of course, the number of villagers carrying stretchers in the middle of Tujia Road is not calculated.

As the defensive side, Tu Eighth Route Army took the lead in seizing the territory every time.

The combat effectiveness is definitely the invincible imperial army. There is almost no need to consider the shooting level of the Tujiao Route Army. It is entirely relying on the machine gun terrain to make a fuss.

The sergeant followed him and chased after him all night, feeling a little tired. He swept through countless times and had never been as powerless as he was now.

The Eighth Route Army is not only able to run, but is also very good at utilizing the advantages of the terrain. Fortunately, the Eighth Route Army should have used up all the explosives in its hands, otherwise they would have to be protected from being bombed every step of their pursuit.

The Imperial Army has never been so depressed. Every time it attacks, it has to send a warrior to thunder.

It seems that the next sweep will definitely lead the Imperial Army...

This guy is good at summarizing.

Faced with the sun and the mountain wind, we leaped through the shrubs and bypassed the thorns.

Relying on the glorious heart of the imperial army that is invincible and the spirit of the sword flowing, the Japanese began another round of attack.

Just after walking north for twenty or thirty meters with my waist, a small, slightly flat and open road appeared in the forest.

Two black shadows with arms were suddenly seen behind the rocks in the north.

Before they could turn the muzzle of the rifle, two dirty faces buckled with the Imperial Army standard helmets were behind them.

Dada dada...

The muzzle was flashing with fire, and the ballistics were torn to the left and right.

The invincible imperial army had to be defeated and slapped on the ground.

Two screams rang among the rocks.

The fight back...the military commander is not a good deal.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! After finding the cover, the elite infantry all leaned over and fired. Unfortunately, where are there machine guns?

"bomb..."

More than a dozen grenades flew the machine gun position just now.

After the explosion, the military officers were heartbroken, without screaming from the Eighth Route Army, nor did they see their military uniforms being blown up and flying.

There is a bloody smell...

The two hands next to him had their heads turned into broken watermelons, and the three injured men were leaning against the stone and wrapped themselves in bandages.

Two dead and three injured!

The Japanese lieutenant who was observing behind him was in a state of decline.

An offense is not a big deal.

But I saw more than a dozen Tujiaolu appearing in the distance and slowly disappearing from the trumpet opening from the middle of the mountain...

Li always thought that only a dozen of them could fight in the Eighth Route Army.

In the attack just now, the machine gun fire of the Tujiao Route 8 was still there.

This can only explain one problem: the eighth Turkish Line has changed its defense!
To be continued...