Dayong carried Meng Youtian on his back and carried three big guns. The three of them hurriedly ran down the ridges mixed with weeds and rocks, jumped on mules and horses on the edge of the woods, and quickly fled northward. Behind him, the Japanese's firepower gradually extended, strafing and bombing all suspicious places where they could hide, but these noisy sounds seemed to be seeing off for Meng Youtian and the others.

"Hehe, it's more lively than the New Year!" Dayong sat behind his body, his mouth still not idle...

"Don't talk nonsense." Quan rolled his eyes and said, "This horse has not been tamed yet. Maybe this guy's mouth is like the Japanese command!"

"Nonsense, how can I bark my words like the Japanese's dog?" Dayong glared, as if something on his body was related to the Japanese. It was a great shame.

"Let's go quickly." Meng Youtian's expression was very serious, and he pointed to the front and said, "Listen, why are you fighting so fiercely? I'm worried that it's ours, but it sounds like it's not an elephant."

Quan nodded in agreement and activated the ocean horse. The ocean horse was still obedient, and it seemed very relaxed to ride on the two of them.

Meng Youtian guessed correctly, and the retreating Japanese were indeed intercepted suddenly. Such a loud momentum was certainly not something that the militia of Shili Village could do. Wang Dashan, who was marching on the mountain road, suddenly killed down the hillside on the ridge more than ten miles south of Shili Village. A series of machine guns and platoons of grenades cut off the tail of the Japanese troops retreating south. The troops rushed into the enemy group and fought with the enemy. The fierce battle began.

"Boom", a mortar shell hits over, causing the soil to fly. The machine gun "Dadada..." hits over like a heavy rain and hail. In the fire, branches, stones, and soil are splashing everywhere. The dust is flying over the battlefield surrounding the avenue, stirring up the smell of gunpowder, making people so stuffy that they can't even breathe.

The Japanese were divided into two sections. The camp of Wang Dashan, which blocked the avenue, was also attacked by the Japanese who were eager to meet, and the battle was cruel and fierce.

The sunset burned like flames, covering half of the sky, in front of the position. The shouts of killing accompanied by artillery fire and gunfire, limbs, blood, and soil kept flying into the air...

More than 300 Japanese soldiers isolated from the brigade were forced into a dead end, with a blockage in front of them, and behind them were the two battalions of the Eighth Route Army and a detachment of Jiyou who were chasing along the road. While they carried out sideways, they launched an increasingly fierce attack. If they could not break through the road ahead, the fate of being surrounded and eliminated.

The road was narrow, and the Japanese firepower and troops could not be deployed. Of course, it was very uncomfortable after being cut into two sections. Wang Dashan's battalion also suffered a lot of casualties in the battle of nearly one hour. Fortunately, there was a trench dug on the avenue, which was blocked with soil in the winding and turning places. It could temporarily serve as a trench, and the high-rise ditch edges could also be used as temporary cover. Otherwise, on the bare avenue, under the firepower attack of the Japanese with the advantage, it would have been no longer able to hold on.

"The Japanese are going to fight to the death." Wang Dashan tied a bandage on his head. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the sunset in the sky.

"You must hold on." Fang Guobin gritted his teeth and said, "Look. Our main force is attacking this group of Japanese devils. Japanese devils are also being attacked from both sides, and they are getting more and more powerful to attack."

"Yes, you must hold on and never let this group of devils run away!" Wang Dashan glanced at the guard lying beside him. It was this soldier who rushed onto him just now, causing him to suffer only minor injuries under the bombardment of the mortar, but the soldier paid the price of his life.

Only when Jae narrowed her angry eyes with difficulty on the position where gunfire was filled with smoke and the sound of gunfire was deafening, and she slid her anger at the enemy. Beside Jae, was lying beside Jae, the body of a comrade who had once marched and fought with Jae, ate and slept together, and a noisy comrade-in-arms, and their blood had not yet solidified and was soaking Jae's military uniform, Jae's mood would be the same as Wang Dashan.

"Kill the chicken..." A Japanese officer stared at his red eyes and pointed at the knife, but his howling suddenly stopped and fell to the ground like a piece of wood.

The battle was fierce on the battlefield, and no one noticed that Meng Youtian and Dayong followed the rope and with the help of the full person, they climbed the jingzi grass roots of the cliff, slipped down the stone cliffs that were several people high, and lurked in the trees and grass on the side of the mountain, just more than 300 meters ahead of the Japanese position.

The sound of gunfire was rising, and night was falling. Meng Youtian's black gun now had a chance to be used. The Japanese officer fell and the attack was about to be launched was absent. When another Japanese officer jumped out to take over, he had just pulled out his command knife, and a bullet quietly arrived, breaking his head.

Well, it's still more enjoyable to shoot the head, as if it was like smashing watermelon with an iron rod. Seeing the Japanese officer's head turned into rotten watermelon, Meng Youtian couldn't help but smile coldly.

The Japanese still began a fierce and crazy attack, dispatching four squads at a time, and under the cover of machine guns and grenade launchers, they launched a wave attack on the blocking position of the Eighth Route Army.

Meng Youtian discovered that when the Japanese launched infantry attacks, they were shooting and advancing. The formation was relatively loose, and the probability of soldiers overlapping front and back was not high. Moreover, the light machine guns were basically arranged on the front line. The purpose of this should be to enhance suppression firepower? This corrected a concept in Meng Youtian's mind. It turned out that the Japanese did not just take off bullets when they were ready for hand-to-hand combat, and rushed forward stupidly, but only when they really launched close-range combat, they would implement the infantry exercise regulations.

But at this time he could no longer think too much. He found the most valuable target at this time, the Japanese's Type 92 heavy machine gun. Because the gun frame of the Type 92 heavy machine gun is relatively high and the exposed area of ​​the shooter is large, it has become the target that he is more likely to attack.

"Bang hook!", Meng Youtian's shooting can basically be ignored on the battlefield where gunfire and explosions are deafening. However, the Japanese archer who was holding the "turning handle" with the "eight" layout of the Type 92 heavy machine gun could not ignore the flying bullet. His body shook suddenly and lay on the machine gun.

A candidate shooter pulled away his companion's body, fucked the machine gun again, and fired for only a few seconds. Another sinister bullet flew over and shot a splatter of blood in front of his chest.

The fight and the fight stopped, and in a short while, five Japanese soldiers had fallen down next to the Type 92 heavy machine gun. The effect of this heavy machine gun, which was originally responsible for the suppression of firepower, was greatly reduced.

Even so, the Eighth Route Army's blocking positions were full of dangers, and fierce hand-to-hand combat had already started in some places, and a series of screams and the collision of swords and guns began.

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