Chapter 127

Seeing the soldiers in the platoon fall down one by one, "My soldiers! My soldiers!...My soldiers!" The platoon leader almost fell into madness. These were all his soldiers brought out by his own hands. The platoon leader tried his best to knock down the fourth Japanese again. He was also hit by the enemy's counterattack on his forehead. Blood covered his eyes. It seemed that the whole world had turned red.

Seeing the fewer and fewer soldiers around him, this group of Japanese soldiers was extremely fierce, and the situation was obviously not conducive to the first row of soldiers. The first squad leader was killed. The second squad leader fired a grenade and died with the enemy. The third squad leader fell in one place, with several wounds on his body, and he had more breathing and less breathing. The first squad leader was bleeding in his heart.

"Fight, my soldiers are gone, why do I have to die??" A long row of eyes stared at the place where the enemy was most, threw away the rifle, and touched the grenade on his waist.

"Dog Damn, accompany me to hell!" A row of long men emitted smoke from grenades and rushed into the enemy group.

A scream broke out in the fire ball, and several Japanese devils fell down.

"Platform leader!" Several soldiers who saw this scene cried.

"Fight!" The only few remaining soldiers in a row looked at each other, and they fired grenades and rushed into the enemy.

The Japanese led by the captain Kata were stunned. There were even more desperate people than them. They were about to dodge, but it was too late. The rest of the Japanese were swallowed by the roar of grenades.

The smoke of gunpowder dissipated, and Kata, who was trying hard to support his scarred body with a samurai sword, looked around. He was the only one left standing. Except for a few Japanese soldiers lying on the ground and still wailing, the rest were all killed by grenades from the Eighth Route Army.

The loud trumpet of the Eighth Route Army in the distance was echoing, and the tide was shouting louder and louder. Katadi's mouth twitched, and he fell to the sky and fainted, and was then dragged back by the Japanese soldiers who were supporting him from behind.

The third regiment commander Gu Yue watched a row rush into a gap with the telescope in his hand. The sound of tearing and killing continued, but it quickly became weaker. Finally, he was quickly wiped out by the rapid grenade explosion, and only the sound of shouting for killing was left.

The battlefield was full of fighting and killing, the explosion of grenades, the whistle and screams of bullets. The howlings before death filled the ears of everyone in the temporary command post on the battlefield.

"Press up all the reserve team!" The third regiment commander Gu Yue gave an order with a twisted face. The local staff of the regiment headquarters were pale, and Political Commissar Wang was trembling all over, hoping that the third regiment would be left with some bones and blood after the battle of the Eastern Tuan Fort.

The combat plan has been customized, and the rest depends only on the performance of the soldiers of each battalion.

With two reserve teams, the third regiments pressed on the entire line, and the battle became extremely fierce. Almost all the soldiers were red in their eyes and attacked fiercely at all costs. They almost used their lives to seize the enemy's position. Every further step, the third regiment of soldiers would fall down.

The squad leader personally carried dozens of grenades and rushed into the enemy's position. When he stuffed grenades into the enemy's shooting mouth, his stomach was broken by the Japanese machine gun. Until he died, he blocked the enemy's shooting mouth with his body until he died, until the grenade shrapnel stuffed into sweep everything in the Japanese bunker.

The Japanese soldiers were visible at any time. The Japanese soldiers and the Eighth Route Army soldiers were frightened together. Bayonets, bricks, stones, sand, fingers and even teeth were used almost everything as long as they could kill the opponent. Many corpses still maintained their fighting posture before they died.

The puppet army with the Japanese could not stand such a fierce battle, and most of them surrendered directly, reducing a lot of resistance from the three regiments.

The battle continued until sunset, and Li Wei leaned exhausted behind a wall, gasping. It had been two days since the start of the battle on the evening of the 22nd. From sunrise to sunset on the 24th, he and the warriors in the second camp fought hard for almost a whole day. The God Refining Art was exhausted several times. The battle was not only a consumption of physical strength, but also a consumption of will and spirit. In the battle, he had to take 120,000 caution, which was even more tiring than the college entrance examination.

The enemy was driven away by the battalions of the Third Regiment and suppressed the bunker in the northeast corner of the East Regiment Fort. This remaining enemy used poison gas bombs again during the stubborn resistance, causing many soldiers to be poisoned and injured.

Although the Third Regiment took most of the positions in the Eastern Regiment Fort, there were great casualties. The guard company of the regiment headquarters had already been put into battle, and many civilian personnel were equipped with weapons and were put into the battlefield at any time as the final reserve team.

"Weizi, wake up! It's almost dawn." A hand pressed on Li Weidi's shoulder and shook it gently.

"Who!" Li Wei almost conditioned reflexively pulled out the fighting spike and put it on the other party's neck, and his eyes slowly opened.

For Li Wei in the past two days, killing has become a habitual action. Li Wei feels that the enemy he has fought with in the past two days is extremely cunning and difficult, and has rich experience in the battlefield.

"Squad Leader!" Li Wei saw the person who woke him up clearly, and breathed a sigh of relief to take back the fighting sting. Anyone who stayed in the battlefield of life and death for two days and two nights in this instant would be as nervous as Li Wei.

"Be careful, wait until the battle is over, and you can sleep as long as you want. Don't lose your life when you fall asleep." The third squad leader Lei Long did not blame Li Wei for his rashness.

"Yes!" Li Wei nodded, poured some water from the kettle and put it in his palm, and wiped it on his face to wake him up. He continued to stare at the two bunkers left by the Japanese not far away and the remaining enemies.

Before he knew it, Li Wei actually slept on the battlefield for several hours, and at this time the horizon was gradually clear.

"Listen! It seems that there is something sound!" Deng Feng gestured not far away.

Li Wei and the third squad leader immediately pricked up their ears.

Gradually, a buzzing roar came from the sky, and a black dot appeared in the sky, and the roar became louder and louder.

"It's an airplane!" The third squad leader Lei Long knew what the sound was.

"It's an enemy plane! Be careful to hide and prohibit air shooting!" The conveyed orders kept ringing on the battlefield.

Now is no different from when Li Wei was holding the Type 97 modified sniper rifle and black armor-piercing bullets. If the third regiment fired at the plane without authorization, it would lead to the Japanese planes' revenge, the casualties caused by this would also make the war in Dongtuanbao no longer need to be fought.

When two planes with two propellers flew over Dongtuan Fort, they were spinning around Dongtuan Fort, and their flight altitude became lower and lower. The plaster flag under the wings was clearly visible. The Eighth Route Army soldiers below hid quietly in the bunker, motionless.

On the ground, only Fan Guowen found a favorable position with a bad expression, put Maxim on the ground, aiming at the Japanese plane with a gun in the sky. As long as the Japanese dared to fire, they would rather take a punishment than kill the plane. Boss Li Wei is still on the battlefield. Fan Guowen cares about your discipline. As long as he dares to hurt his boss Li Wei, he will be killed first.

In the early days of design and manufacturing, Maxim was also used as air defense, even when facing Japanese aircraft directly, it was not inferior at all.

Li Wei looked at the plane hovering in the sky nervously. He recognized that although this was not a fighter plane, it was a transport plane with a relatively large load capacity, but it could also be used as a throwing aviation bomb. I hope that the remaining enemies of Dongtuan Fort would not want to burn everything, so that the plane would simply blow up all the bottoms.

After hovering for a long time, countless small dots were thrown out on the Japanese plane. Li Wei was about to shout "Beware of the bomb!" but saw countless white umbrella flowers zooming in the air.

"Airborne troops?!" Li Wei immediately threw away this idea. Throwing airborne troops over the Eighth Route Army's positions was purely a search for death. It was not a target for the soldiers of the Third Regiment. When the umbrella flowers were blooming in the air, Li Wei knew that it was definitely not a bomb. He had never heard of any famous bomb with parachutes, unless it was a nuclear bomb and a napalm bomb that died together, but thinking about the Japanese's military strength at this time, it was probably not so advanced.

As the parachute got closer and closer to the ground, Li Wei saw clearly, and there were large boxes hanging under the parachute.

There were many parachutes falling outside the Japanese position and on the third regiment's position.

Except for a few soldiers with inaccurate ideas who were injured by the hanging box under the parachute, there were basically no accidents.

Li Wei touched the nearest parachute side, cut off the parachute rope, and pried open the box with a fighting thorn. When he saw it, he was amused. It turned out that it was the supplies dropped by the Japanese, and the supplies were neatly arranged inside, with bullets and food.

It seems that the remaining enemies in the surrounding area can't hold back their energy, and there is not much supply left. They requested airdrops, but they didn't expect that most of them were cheaper. Free airdrops were quite good business, and the Japanese finally did a good job.

Facing the breakfast that he encountered when he opened it, Li Wei would not be polite. He threw a few cans of meat to other comrades, hid aside with a can, swallowed, pried open the can, and grabbed the food inside and stuffed it into his mouth. He had been hungry for a long time, and it was not a blind date now, so he didn't care about what to eat or not.

The special fragrance of canned meat immediately floated on the second camp's position. There was still meat and fishy meals on the battlefield. Where can I find this beauty? This time it was cheaper and I didn't have to worry about sending breakfast on the battlefield.

During the whole day, the Third Regiment did not launch any attacks, and every soldier was raising his energy, and the Japanese positions were also silent. Both sides of the enemy and us understood the result of the battle more than ever. At sunset, it was the time when the Japanese invaders perished.

As the sun sets inch by inch, the murderous aura on the battlefield begins to gradually condense.

A few gunfires suddenly sounded in the direction of the Japanese bunker. A figure stumbled out of the Japanese position, holding a white flag. Almost at the same time, a signal flare rose into the air, and the Japanese bunker burst out from all directions at the same time, and the final battle began.

After the battle started, the people who ran out of the Japanese position were quickly pulled and dragged back to the Eighth Route Army's position by several soldiers, and shouts of killing sounds were heard around him again.

"Report! Taijun only has 27 left. They poured the machine guns and grenade tubes with gasoline and were about to jump into the fire. They all died." When the Japanese translator who had just run out of the Japanese position saw the third regiment commander, he habitually gave a Japanese military salute as if he had met his original Japanese superior, he said with a pale face.
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