Chapter 0079: Fire! Fire! Fire!

The Czech-made ZB26 light machine gun, the Czech-made ZB37 air-cooled heavy machine gun, the American Thomson submachine gun, and the special forces members holding these automated weapons opened fire on the Japanese, outputting wildly, and shooting wildly.

Dada da... Dada da... Dada da... Dada...

Dada da... Dada da... Dada da... Dada...

The dense bullets passed through the falling snowflakes and ruthlessly shot the Japanese.

Compared with this powerful firepower, the Japanese 38 rifle and the wavy light machine gun are somewhat pale, and are not of the same weight class at all.

Firepower is not equal!

Because he planned to fight quickly and decided quickly, he did not expect that the Eighth Route Army would have such powerful firepower, so the Japanese brigade did not carry heavy firepower weapons such as heavy machine guns.

After a battle, the Japanese killed and injured countless times, and the scene was out of control for a while.

The fallen Japanese either fell into a snow pit or rolled down the mountain.

There is no doubt that most of them may be buried in this bluestone mountain forever.

"Damn it, there are so many machine guns from the Eighth Route Army? There are also Thomson's submachine guns, no less than five heavy machine guns. I'm really a ghost!" Yamamoto Niki couldn't calm down. He said to himself. What happened now surprised him.

The Japanese brigade captain grabbed the collar of that day and asked angrily: "Bageyalu! Didn't you say that the Eighth Route Army has fallen and is sleeping heavily? Didn't you say that they have not eaten for a long time and their bodies are extremely weak? Didn't you say that the average Eighth Route Army has less than ten bullets per person? Then explain to me, what's going on now?"

"Taijun, Taijun, I didn't lie, that's true, I saw it with my own eyes. I don't know, why did the Eighth Route Army suddenly have so many weapons? I don't know anything..." That day was also dumbfounded.

The captain cursed and threw that day into the snow pile. Before he could get up, he pulled out his saber and swung it. He was killed by the day: "Bageyalu! Chinese people are unreliable, go to death!"

The captain took back the bloody sabre and suggested to Yamamoto: "Colonel Yamamoto, now it seems that we have fallen into the trap of the Eighth Route Army. That guy Cheng Bin is likely to have deceived us. This is a carefully planned situation for us from the beginning to the end. The situation of the enemy on the mountain is not as bad as we imagined. At least the current gunfire is enough to prove this. In order to avoid greater losses, I suggest that we withdraw first!"

After all, Yamamoto Niki still lacks the ability to command and fight, after all, his professional expertise is not what he does.

Without a better choice, he could only nod and agree to the captain's proposal.

However, he still felt that the problem was not Cheng Bin. Perhaps, the Eighth Route Army unexpectedly obtained a batch of weapons and equipment...

Without even thinking about it, Yamamoto issued an order: "Retreat! Retreat!"

But since you have come, you still want to withdraw?

Isn’t it too unreasonable to take Wang Liang seriously?

Boom boom boom... Boom boom boom... Boom boom...

Boom boom boom... Boom boom boom... Boom boom...

Wang Chengzhu, who got the five-door 97 90mm light mortar, returned to the sea like a fish and began to show his true skills.

The passage for the Japanese retreat was instantly covered by fire.

The retreating vanguard was blown up badly.

A shell fell among forty or fifty Japanese devils, and there was a loud bang, and blood mist was shrouded in it.

Needless to say, the Japanese who were closest to the center of the explosion could no longer find the entire body, and it would be even more painful if they were slightly farther away.

Those who were directly wiped out were not tortured and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The body was directly penetrated by flying shrapnel and stones at the distance, and the limbs were blown off.

The wailing sound of pain echoed in the mountains, like hell on earth.

Of course, this is not the end.

The special forces members wearing snowy auspicious suits had already been roundabout and ambushed on the path that the Japanese could go down the mountain.

The Japanese fled and panicked. They just thought about going down the mountain and leaving this place of trouble, so they didn't even have to check if there were any enemies.

The members of the Special Wars Brigade suddenly appeared, fired Thomson's submachine guns and fucked them out with a shuttle bullets. More than a dozen Japanese fell to the snow.

After completing these, you will immediately move, find other places to hide, change the magazine, and continue to attack.

After this series of operations, the Japanese suffered a lot.

Yamamoto Niki ordered the soldiers to stop retreating and retreat to the mountain.

At the same time, the troops at the foot of the mountain were ordered to come up to support and open a passage so that they could get down to the mountain.

Things are not that simple.

After receiving the order from Yamamoto, the three brigades of Fushimigu Division were mobilized at the same time and launched an attack on the mountain.

Perhaps it was not clear enough in the telegram that the commanders of these three brigades did not realize the seriousness of the situation, but thought that the deputy of the division was besieged by the Eighth Route Army, which was hungry and cold and was surviving.

Perhaps because they wanted to win the first prize, the three captains ordered their team to launch a swarm of charges.

After a while, the three brigades of Japanese soldiers were mixed together, and the scene was once very chaotic.

But the goals are the same, that is, to rush up the mountain and rescue Yamamoto's deputy division.

But they seemed to have realized that death was getting closer and closer to them.

"Report to the commander of the regiment, the commander of the mountain issued a large number of Japanese troops, with no less than two thousand people, and was charging towards our mountain!"

"Report to the regiment commander, the Type 96 150mm field howitzer has been prepared. The target, the Japanese army at the foot of the mountain, please instruct me if they are firing!"

Wang Liang used his telescope to look at the Japanese soldiers who were rushing up the mountain as big as an ant while trying to step on the snow.

They are all dogs' lives.

War is a huge meat grinder for subordinate officers and soldiers.

This sentence is probably fully verified today.

Wang Liang would not feel sorry for him.

This is a national war against aggression. What you fight against is the invaders and is the right side.

No matter how many enemies you kill, you are kind.

"Zhuzi, there are only fifty shells. Don't beat labor and capital in a bad way. Every shell must kill a hundred Japanese! Otherwise, I will use your chicken to make wine!"

Wang Liang shouted: "Fire the cannon! Fire the cannon! Fire the cannon!"

boom--

boom--

boom--

boom--

boom--

As soon as the large caliber howitzer hit, the earth shaking, the stones collapsed, and the dead trees swayed.

The violent shaking made Wang Liang almost slip out of nowhere.

The others were not much better, they just felt their ears buzzing and they were already shocked.

This power is too strong!

People who make fools feel this way, what about the people who get beaten?

Isn't it very sour?
Chapter completed!