under fire

Chapter 81

"Crack" a box gun rang out.

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Immediately afterwards, there were three gunshots of rifles from another location.

The first devil who was at the forefront of the charge fell, the second and the third rushed forward without hesitation, behind a large group of devils, the bullets kept shooting towards the ridgeline of the mountain.

The peculiar sound of Pagouer's [-]th rifle continued to sound.

The devil had already figured out that there were not many bullets in the ambush of the Eighth Route Army, and he couldn't even hit two decent platoons.

The company commander of the Eighth Route Army who was in ambush cautiously leaned out of the wall and looked at the battalion of devils rushing towards him. He was overwhelmed, his heart jumped involuntarily, and he fired a few shots. The devils who were killed couldn't seize the weapons. Only one grain is missing, the trenches that have worked so hard all night are useless. It was originally a rocky mountain with not much mud. A grenade from the devils came over and injured more than a dozen. The devils' vanguard was about 200 people, followed by more Devils, I can't count them all, I have never seen such a big battle.

This battle is still a fart. Although our model group is brave, we are not fools. If we can't beat you, I will fight a harassment battle: "Order, except for one row and one group to stay, everyone else will retreat!"

The order seemed right, so he forgot that the Guizi had put up such a big battle this time, and he had already rushed to the position of nearly [-] meters. Opening his voice, the general showed his demeanor, took out the command knife, pointed the knife forward, blushed hard, ordered the attack loudly, and shouted: "Kill the cock!"

As a result, with too much force, the strap in his throat was torn off, standing on the road rolling his eyes and fainting.

The devils who received the order, beat the blood, and immediately began to carry out the deployment of the squadron leader before fainting.

The Guizi attacked very fast, and the remaining class of soldiers was ready to catch up with the Guizi on Shanliang to fight the bayonet. The Guizi was not stupid. In the dominant situation, he did not contact the Eighth Road and started throwing grenades directly.

The devils in the valley continued to shoot the eight-way charging upwards.

Without any blocking, the devils stubbornly bit the retreating team, and people kept falling, the distance between the two sides narrowed, the devils shot accurately, the number of people was large, and the three directions attacked at the same time, and the broken soldiers fell one by one.

The eighth-way company commander was helpless and ordered the soldiers to withdraw first, leaving a platoon at the back. After the break, bullets from the shell gun rushed out of the muzzle, and the devils continued to fall, and more devils rushed up, throwing grenades all over the sky. Yes, the grenade of the Eighth Route Army swirled towards the crowd attacked by the devils, and its lethality was far less than that of the devils' grenades.

Like a tide, the devils swarmed over the blocking eight-way, and pursued the eight-way team in the distance.

Hu Yi looked at the white-hot battlefield below through the binoculars. This was not a battle, it was purely a one-sided massacre. The eight-way eastward team was getting shorter and shorter. The eight-run army of ammunition is not an opponent at all.

There are devils chasing down the eight-way warriors everywhere, the devils are running and shooting, the gunshots feel very far away, but they can feel blood splashing and life fading.

Commissar Ding was bleeding in his heart. In such a battle, he was his own comrade, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"The devils have attacked so many troops and they have already reached the mountain pass. I estimate that the devils may want to enter the mountain." Political Commissar Ding pulled Hu Yi's telescope over and analyzed it calmly.

Hu Yi had seen such a battlefield situation before. It wasn't cold-blooded. Even if he rushed down, it would be useless.

The retreating Eighth Route Army was finally about to rush to the mountain pass, ran in a narrow ditch, and crossed a small stone bridge. With the rock blocking, the Guizi's bullets could not hit, and a small group of Guizi was still chasing fast.

After entering the eighth road of the mountain pass, there are less than one class left.

Breathing heavily, his lungs like a broken bellows have reached their limit.

One soldier took the initiative to stay at the mountain pass, and the other dozen or so soldiers moved forward, resting their hands on the rock, pumping air into their lungs, and then spit it out.

A devil raised his head, showing half of his body.

Bah, a gunshot rang out, and the devil was beaten to the side, and a blood flower opened in his chest.

The second devil in the back showed his body again, and there was another gunshot, but he missed the shot. The devil's courage increased greatly, regardless of whether he ran into the mountain pass, he clearly saw that there were only a dozen or so on the eight roads ahead. It was all fired. This shot, the source of the bullet, he did not know, maybe someone in the eighth way found a missing one in the bullet bag.

The devil got on the stone bridge in front of the mountain. The bridge deck is not wide, and it is only two or three meters long. The stone bridge is covered with moss. Under the bridge is a small stream that flows out of the mountain. It rained, and there were traces of flash floods on the riverside.

Devils continue to emerge, and three devils have appeared.

Hu Yi was lying on a boulder on the north side of the entrance. There was no need to look for this position. It was a natural shooting position.

The second shot didn't hit because Hu Yi aimed at the devil's head while the devil was running, or he was careless.

The third shot sounded again, the devil was shot in the chest, and the flowers became even redder.

Four shots, five shots.
Hu Yi fired one shot after another, and the rocks in front of him were covered in messy yellow bullet casings.

Commissar Ding went behind the stone to pick up the Eighth Route fighters who had entered the mountain.

"We have one company, all are gone!" The soldier's eyes were red, and he wiped the snot that came out with his hand, making Hu Yi, who took time to look back, remembered Liu's snot that was sacrificed.

"Don't cry, come and help!" Political Commissar Ding called the soldiers who entered the mountain to the south side of the mountain.

On the south side is a cliff, far away from the stone bridge that goes into the mountain. In front of the guard Xiao Liu, there is a shell gun, and he is using a bridge to press bullets into the gun from above.

According to Hu Yi's arrangement, if he wanted to hit the devil, he didn't feel sure. Hearing Company Commander Hu firing his gun unhurriedly on the opposite side, seven or eight devils had already fallen under the stone bridge.

Several soldiers were a little stunned. Now there is not even a single bullet in their guns, what can I do?

Hurry down from the south to the river ditch to get the guns and bullets of those devils back. Remember, there is a bullet box on the back of the devil's belt, but don't forget it.Commissar Ding ordered these Eighth Route Army friendly soldiers according to what Hu Yi told him just now.

He didn't say that he was a political commissar, and that he was the savior who could stop them.

The soldiers followed Political Commissar Ding to the south of the mountain pass, pulled the bushes and weeds on the mountain wall, and shuttled down to the edge of the small river ditch.

Some of the devils who fell into the ditch were still panting. Although the stone bridge was a little high, some of the devils who fell first had their backs, and the devils who fell behind were not hit by Hu Yi's bullet. He touched it, and stared at the blood-red eyes with a grim expression on his face.
(End of this chapter)