In northwest Shanxi, the wilderness is desolate.

There are many places here that are barren. There are no animals and no plants.

The wind and sand are everywhere, blowing randomly. The clouds are low, and blizzards seem to come at any time. This is a land that is almost unsuitable for human survival, but there are many strong warriors stationed.

They were the troops of the 120th Division of the Eighth Route Army. They developed in northwest Shanxi and were responsible for defending the Yellow River, defending Yan'an, and defending northern Shaanxi.

In order to invade Guanzhong, the Japanese invaders threatened Chongqing and Yan'an, and tried every means to cross the river.

On this barren land, the battle between crossing the river and crossing the river is staged almost every day. Every day is a test of blood and fire.

"Pu hook!"

"Pu hook!"

The gunshots of the 38th rifle came intermittently.

In the empty and deserted wilderness, the gunshots also seem very lonely and withered in the wind and sand.

A small Eighth Route Army unit was struggling through the deserted fields. They were a search combat squad belonging to a unit of the 120th Division of the Eighth Route Army. Their mission was to discover the attempts of the Japanese to cross the river at any time.

In order to successfully cross the river, the Japanese sent a large number of small teams to patrol the north and south sides of the east bank of the Yellow River to prevent the Eighth Route Army from approaching.

Almost every day, the battles of such small teams are staged. They are never intermittent.

Today is just a very ordinary day.

The Eighth Route Army team retreated while fighting. The Japanese and puppet troops behind were chasing each other reluctantly.

All the Japanese chasing were wearing thick cotton coats, cotton pants, and cotton boots. Some even wore windscreens. They were soldiers from the 2nd Independent Brigade of the Japanese Army stationed in Mongolia.

This brigade is affiliated with the Kwantung Army. There is a brigade commander who is very famous. That is Quest Abe. The lieutenant general who was killed by the Eighth Route Army with a mortar.

"Company Commander, I have no bullets!" a soldier from the Eighth Route Army shouted.

"Company Commander, I don't have any bullets anymore." Another Eighth Route Army soldier shouted.

Other soldiers also reported that there were no bullets.

Before they set out, each of them had only 10 bullets. Now they are all fired.

For the 120th Division of the Eighth Route Army, the small population and resources in northwestern Shanxi are the most difficult to develop. It is very difficult to replenish ammunition for the troops.

There were about fifty Japanese soldiers in a small team, and there were about seventy or eighty puppet troops in a company. There was only one platoon with less than a full squad, about twenty. The comparison of troops between the two sides was 8 to one. If it was an ammunition comparison, it was basically 100 to one. The ammunition of the Kwantung Army was the richest.

"Everyone get the bayonet!"

"We fought with the Japanese!"

The company commander gave the order without fear.

The soldiers drew their bayonets one after another.

Some soldiers did not have bayonets but picked up stones.

The Japanese slowed down their pursuit.

They realized that the Eighth Route Army had no bullets.

This situation is not uncommon at all. The Eighth Route Army generally only has three bullets.

In other words, the Eighth Route Army will start hand-to-hand combat after three shots. The Japanese from the Kwantung Army have never been afraid of hand-to-hand combat. They crush any East Asian opponents.

Even when facing the huge army of the giant in the north, they dared to fight hand-to-hand combat without being at a disadvantage.

Unfortunately, the Red Soviet Union directly knocked them down with 30,000 tons of shells.

"Everyone is ready!"

"Don't panic! If you can fight for one, you're one!"

"Fight one to make money! Fight two to make money! Let's not embarrass my parents!"

The company commander cheered the soldiers.

However, he knew very well that the Eighth Route Army could not afford to fight.

The Japanese on the opposite side were all elite. The level of hand-to-hand combat was very high. None of the five Eighth Route Army soldiers could beat them.

Once they really fight to the point, it would be great if they can kill three or four Japanese soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

I was afraid that they would be wiped out and not even a single Japanese killed. That would be really very, very tragic. But this kind of thing is not uncommon. When it comes to the bayonet, it is basically a desperate situation. There is no difference between jumping directly from jumping into the Yellow River. Some soldiers once did not want to fall into the enemy after being injured, so they simply gritted their teeth and jumped into the Yellow River.

"Yoxi..."

"bring it on……"

The Japanese squad leader waved the Oriental Sword provocatively.

He was not afraid of fighting bayonets with the Eighth Route Army. These Eighth Route Army were malnourished and weak, so how could they compare with them?

He had enough confidence to kill them all.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely depressing.

Every Eighth Route Army soldier was sweating in his palms.

This is nervous.

No one can avoid nervousness.

Especially before death comes.

They all knew very well that they were no match for the Japanese. However, they would never retreat!

suddenly……

"Company Commander, I have bullets around me!" a soldier shouted in surprise and joy.

"What?" the company commander thought he had heard it wrong.

Bullets? Where are there bullets?

This is a wilderness, and there are not many grasses, where do you get the bullets?

"I saw a bag of bullets!"

"What?"

The company commander hurriedly turned around.

Sure enough, there were several cotton pockets on the open space next to it.

From the open pocket, you can see the brass bullets inside, one by one, dense and layered. Conservatively, there are at least a thousand.

There are five cotton bags in total, at least five thousand bullets!

"quick!"

"Get the bullet!"

The company commander shouted decisively.

There is no time to think about why there are bullets here.

There was only one thought in my mind, hurry up and use bullets to hit the Japanese. As long as there were bullets, the Japanese would not want to get close. Don’t want to cross the river!

He himself quickly grabbed a bullet and stuffed it into the bullet belt.

As a result, he caught too many bullets and couldn't hold them in!

"Dingding bell!"

"Dingding bell!"

Bullets kept falling and jumping around on the ground.

The ground is hard. Bullets can jump up.

Other Eighth Route Army soldiers also loaded bullets into their arms, filling their bullet belts with them.

Their bullet belts have never been so full. It was the first time they were all stuffed.

After the bullet belt was filled, it was still not filled. There were still a large number of bullets left in the cotton pocket.

So I put it in any place I can.

As a result, I still haven't finished installing...

It doesn't matter, I will carry them all away in a while.

Unfortunately, there is no magazine.

There is no way to load quickly without magazines.

Of course, this is not a problem for the Eighth Route Army soldiers.

They quickly pressed the bullets into the bullet cabin one by one, and then raised their guns to shoot.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

In the open field, the sound of the Mosinnagan rifle seemed very lonely.

This Eighth Route Army unit is equipped with Mosinnagan, commonly known as Shui Lianzhu.

In this open field, the wind is strong, the wind is heavy, and the distance between them is far. The Japanese Type 38 rifles are not good, and only the stupid, big, black and thick Mosinnagan is the most powerful. It is the favorite of the Eighth Route Army of the 120th Division.

A Japanese fell down on his back.
Chapter completed!