As the bombs continued to roar and hit the valley flat ground, the deafening sound of explosion suddenly rang throughout the mountain stream.

The huge shock wave overturned everything without foundation near the landing point, the earth was trembling, and countless gravel was scattered and rolled down the hillside.

Liu Manhe, who was about to get up, was stunned by the sudden strong wind, rubbed his eyes to avoid the sound of stones falling from the mountain.

A bird roar came from the valley. The Japanese who were twisting and lying in the rocky bushes stood up for more than twenty years, pulled their helmets and buckled their heads, pressed their submachine guns against their shoulders and pointed forward, skillfully unfolded the formation, and officially began to move towards the entrance of the valley.

Liu Manhe leaned against the mountain wall and raised his gun and looked into the valley. A submachine gun chubby in the valley was pouring in.

Fortunately, I just leaned back and fell to the point where I couldn't tell the difference between the south, south, west and north.

The soldiers who bypassed him lay on the ground and quickly sent a bullet to the Japanese who were shooting at the entrance of the valley, and then immediately turned over to the ditch next to him.

The sudden exchange of fire and a simple confrontation made both sides not have time to set up positions.

When the opponent has strong firepower, the best way is to throw a grenade.

So, a black iron guy flew straight from the ditch to the entrance of the valley.

A loud bang, accompanied by a few screams, was heard at the entrance of the valley, but the sound of the birds was not the sound of the cry.

Liu Manhe is closest to the enemy, and his heart is tight. Could it be that besides the Japanese... there are also puppet troops in the valley?

He didn't care about that, he pulled the charge machine gun with a huge drum, and did not aim. He pulled the trigger muzzle and flashed a ball of flames. Then he turned around the mountain wall regardless of the fire, using the muzzle flames to find the target covered by rocks.

Such powerful firepower suddenly appeared outside the valley, which made Nakamura, who had just fired a shot but was thrown into dust by someone, frightened and lying on the ground and didn't even dare to raise his head.

At this time, people on the position were talking with bullets, just looking for targets to shoot fiercely.

Three or four Japanese soldiers holding guns, and Staff Liu, who was violently suppressing the shooting, suddenly found that several people wearing small lapels and military appearances ran from deep into the valley, and threw grenades out while running. Before he could finish playing a drum, he quickly retreated after a strange scream.

Hearing the sound of the plane bombing had already extended southward, Nakamura was furious. His elites were rushing out of the valley, and the cowards in the advance team were still lying on the ground without moving.

Just as they were about to order a charge, two grenades that were swishing and swirling were thrown into the valley again.

The team retreated in panic, and the explosion caused gravel to mix in the cold winter wind.

Matsujin, who was ruthless, screamed hoarsely: "Take the grenade and charge everyone!"

As a dense grenade was thrown out of the valley, the soldiers of the secret service team in the ditch outside quickly fell down, and the violent explosion shocked him and fainted.

Matsui and his men rushed out of the valley smoothly.

After leaving the valley, Matsui sighed and shook his head, leading the team straight south.

The original plan was to bomb the Eighth Route Command Center. Some of the warriors from the airdrop joined the team and assaulted from three directions on the ground.

The key to the plan is bombing, three-way assault, and there is a big river to the east of the Eighth Route Command. In the winter, there is no need to worry that the Eighth Route Army can run away from the river.

The only miscalculation is that he encountered the Eighth Route Army on the ridge, which caused the current passive situation.

It is not scary to have a deviation in the task, you can wait for the next opportunity.

But I didn't expect that Nakamura was such a fool, but his title was higher than that of him.

Nakamura, who was eager to prove that he was not doing anything, ordered an assault, which was almost no different from dying.

If he hadn't encountered this small-scale Eighth Route Army in the valley, there would still be a front-line opportunity. Now that his whereabouts were exposed, he was just seeking death. Therefore, although Matsui followed Nakamura's orders, he did not intend to attack. If he really encountered Eighth Route Army on the road, he planned to avoid fighting with Eighth Route Army and just find another valley to retreat.

The situation was not good, and the advancing team disguised as the Eighth Route Army and had the Eighth Route Army order. There was no problem with leaving. As for the support of Nakamura, it was the mission of the supporting troops hidden in the mountains to the east.

Although there are many people in the Eighth Route Army in the mountains, it is impossible to defend against such a large mountainous area.

...

A platoon leader in the company was lying on a stretcher, his eyes wide open and lost.

Six people in the team were seriously injured.

"Why are you here?" A middle-aged man in glasses looked at his comrades who died at the foot of the mountain and roared angrily at the team that came down from the mountain.

The soldiers of the special agent camp quickly saluted: "Report, yesterday I found... there was something happening in the mountains. We rushed to the ridge early this morning. The sentry we found was killed by the enemy. We successfully took back the ridge and repelled the enemy's attack!"

"The piano is played randomly, and the division has set up an ambush, which is to capture all the enemies who have been active near the division headquarters for a long time. You..." The middle-aged man raised his hand and pointed to the soldiers of the secret service camp, a little angry: "Let your battalion commander go to the political commissar to explain it by himself!"

The soldiers of the special agent camp looked at Hu Yi who was staring at him. Seeing that Hu Yi was thinking about something, he ignored him. He had to turn his head to look at the middle-aged man and shrank his neck: "Hey, are we wrong to repel the enemy's attack?"

"You...you are right to fight the enemy, but if I remember correctly, you should be on duty in the west, so tell me, why did you run to the north?" The middle-aged man continued to exclaim.

"We found an enemy situation in the north and notified the nearby cadets to rush around overnight and repelled another squadron of Japanese attacks. I would not accept your accusations."

"Then should I praise you so much?" Middle-aged man was extremely popular.

"Uh, that's not necessary. Hey, haven't we knocked all the enemies down the ridge? Didn't you set up an ambush, why didn't you keep the enemies?"

"How could I know that the enemy is so powerful? Alas, are you questioning me?"

"Don't dare."

"Get out of here quickly and go back and write a report to your battalion commander."

"Hehe, can you tell us where the enemy is running?"

"Don't cause trouble..." The middle-aged man looked around and lowered his voice: "The enemy ran north. This group of people is not simple. The military sub-district has gathered a battalion of troops to chase and suppress. Zhao Xiaozhu, you must be careful!"

"I understand, uncle." The special agent battalion soldiers replied in a low voice, then answered loudly: "Yes!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Hu Yi walked to the middle-aged man and stopped: "Can you help us take care of the wounded first?"

"Uh, yes!" Seeing Hu Yi and his group's equipment, the middle-aged people were a little envious. These trainee teams were so wealthy, with 38 large covers and bullet boxes. In addition to rifles, more than a dozen people were holding "machine guns".

Looking at the team heading north.

There were two female soldiers in the team, one was empty-handed and the other had two guns with long and short lengths on them. It seemed that the black and thin soldier should have helped the girl carry a gun.

How could there be such a fat person in the Eighth Route Army?

Four or five guns with long and short lengths on the body.

That face was full of potholes...

Alas, the team of students is really worse than the other.

Fortunately, the trainee team kept all the injured's weapons, which made Director Zhao feel much more relieved.

Although these guns must be returned to the original owner in the end, there should be no problem borrowing them and using them first.

But suddenly I heard a voice on the stretcher: "Hurry down my gun!"

This chapter is over.

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