The little devil's infantry is a thousand-year-old king and an eighty-thousand-year-old tortoise. It only has three axes. The infantry rushes the artillery and bombards them. After the infantry rushes, the artillery bombards them. After the artillery bombards the infantry, they rush.

As long as you grasp the rhythm well, after the three rounds of the little devil's ax are completed, you can only do it again.

This artillery bombardment by the Japs did not cause any actual damage to Zhao Zhiguo's soldiers, but only destroyed some of their fortifications.

The weapons were well preserved and the soldiers were not injured in the shelling.

After the Japanese bombardment ended, the Panasonic squadron, under the cover of the machine gun squad, rushed forward to die.

"Calm down and bring the little Japs closer before hitting them. Follow my orders. Don't fire your light and heavy machine guns yet. Use your rifle to kill the Japs first."

If the little Japanese want to rush to Zhao Zhiguo's position, they must climb a steep slope of nearly 100 meters. This steep slope is full of thorns.

Seeing that the Japs began to organize a planned charge, Zhao Zhiguo did not confront the Japs head-on, but waited for them to enter this steep slope.

As long as it goes up a steep slope, the little devil's movement speed becomes very slow, and soldiers with poor marksmanship can easily aim at the target.

On this steep slope of about 100 meters, using a heavy machine gun would be a waste of bullets. Using a rifle can also allow the soldiers to practice their marksmanship.

"beat!"

Following Zhao Zhiguo's order, the soldiers on the position began to call the names of the little Japanese with their rifles.

The little devil was in unspeakable pain. There was no way through the thorny bushes.

They wanted to speed up, but thorns wrapped around them, preventing them from moving. They wanted to stop, but they became easy targets for the Chinese soldiers.

"Bang bang bang"

The sound of the gunshot was like a reminder. Zhao Zhiguo was holding the rifle. As long as the little Japs he aimed at had no chance of surviving.

"Company commander, there is a little Japanese second lieutenant over there." Yao Pengju shouted.

Zhao Zhiguo raised his hand and fired a shot, but it did not hit the vital part of the Japanese second lieutenant, but directly hit his thigh.

"What a pity, I didn't kill him!" Yao Pengju saw that the little devil was still struggling a little.

At this moment, two little Japanese soldiers wanted to carry their commander down.

How could Zhao Zhiguo let them leave so easily? He fired twice, killing the two little Japs who wanted to save them on the spot.

"Hey, company commander, where did you learn this move? It's amazing."

"Study hard and you will use it in the future."

While they were talking, the Japs tried to come up to rescue their officers, but Zhao Zhiguo knocked them down one by one. Seven or eight Japs soldiers did not carry their officers back.

The little second lieutenant was still shouting for help, but no soldiers dared to approach him again.

"Bang"

Zhao Zhiguo aimed at Second Lieutenant Xiaoguizi's other leg and fired another shot. Second Lieutenant Xiaoguizi's heartbreaking cry for help echoed throughout the battlefield.

"Company commander, he wants to commit suicide!"

Yao Pengju saw Lieutenant Xiaogui pointing a gun at his head and wanted to end his pain with a shot.

He was in great pain, but these beasts never imagined the pain they would bring to the Chinese people when they entered China with weapons.

"Bang"

Zhao Zhiguo could not let him die so easily. The invaders would use their blood to pay for the sins they committed.

Seeing the powerful marksmanship among the Chinese soldiers, the little Japanese did not dare to rush to rescue the wounded. They could only bravely launch a charge, hoping that when they could capture the position, their commander would still be alive.

But this steep slope became the burial place of countless little devils. The little devils did not even rush up the steep slope, but they had already killed dozens of people.

The Japs had to withdraw, reorganize their forces, and wait for the next attack.

However, the wounded soldiers left behind by the Japs on the battlefield continued to undermine the inner morale of the Japs soldiers.

Many Japanese soldiers began to wonder, after being injured in the next charge, will they also be abandoned on the battlefield? And then slowly die.

Of course, the little Japanese commander did not give them a chance to think too much. He directly ordered the artillery to adjust the angle and gave their wounded soldiers a satisfying artillery kill.

The little Japanese commander is telling his soldiers with actions, either rush forward and kill all the Chinese troops, or you will never come back alive.

Seeing the corpses of their comrades, the Japanese soldiers wiped away their sorrow and aroused their bloodshed.

"My lord, what are you doing here? You are too cruel to your own people."

"It is an honor for little Japanese soldiers to die in battle!"

Zhao Zhiguo loaded his rifle with bullets and then checked his two pistols again.

"Since it's an honor, why don't their commanders come up and charge? It's an honor for soldiers, and it's an honor for officials to get promoted and make a fortune, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense, this attack on the Japs will be overwhelming. I will not retreat. Tell the brothers that if the Japs are a hundred meters away, use rifles to call them names one by one. Within a hundred meters, light and heavy machine guns will fire at the same time. Forty

If you are within a few meters, use a grenade to greet them."

Seeing their comrades being shot to death by their own artillery units, the Japs did not blame their commander, but instead hated the Chinese army. They believed that the result was caused by the Chinese army.

The little Japanese soldiers held their rifles and charged again. They no longer cared whether the thorns would scratch them. When their shoes fell off, they charged with bare feet. When their pants got tangled, they tried their best to tear off the thorns.

"Bang bang bang"

The sound of gunfire on the position was still very sparse, but the soldiers' marksmanship became more and more accurate. Although they could not kill with a single shot, they put great psychological pressure on the little Japanese.

The little devils did not dare to retreat without orders. When the soldiers in front fell, they stepped on their bodies and walked through the thorn bushes.

However, as soon as the little devils climbed up the steep slope, they were greeted by light and heavy machine guns that were already loaded and waiting.

The dense bullets were like locusts in a plague, ramming headlong into the little devil. The little devil, who finally managed to catch his breath, didn't even see the faces of the Chinese soldiers, and his body rolled down the steep slope again.

"Why do they still have so many machine guns?"

The little Japanese commander heard the gunfire and shouted that something was wrong. They had just shelled and the Chinese army's machine gun fortifications had been destroyed by them, but why did they still have so many machine guns?

It was already too late. The little Japs who had just rushed up the steep slope faced their own Type 92 heavy machine gun. Although the rate of fire was not fast, it was enough to deal with them.

There were about 250 soldiers in a squadron of Little Japs, but only 13 of them withdrew from the position alive. Even their squadron leader was not spared and died in the thorn bushes.

"Let the artillery bomb me and kill all the Chinese soldiers on the battlefield!"

The commander of the Little Devils held the phone and roared angrily. He did not believe that the Chinese soldiers could escape their artillery fire, and he did not believe that anyone would survive their fierce artillery fire.
Chapter completed!