The Sword of Swords is a Guard for Kong Jie

"Tick-tick...tick-tock..."

The loud sound of charge horns suddenly rang out around the battlefield.

Two or three hundred Eighth Route Army soldiers suddenly appeared in the temporary defense line blocking the Kwantung Army. Some of them were holding a Type 38 rifle with a bayonet, while others were holding a light machine gun hanging on their chest.

Charge forward while drawing fire, attacking all dangerous targets in front that may threaten your safety.

After being bombarded by two rounds of explosive packs, the Kwantung Army's offensive force was almost wiped out.

Faced with the Eighth Route Army charging towards them, they had no power to resist and were instantly killed by the hail of bullets.

Excluding the attacking force, there were still more than 500 troops sent by Colonel Murakita.

But this included more than one hundred gunners equipped with twelve heavy mortars, the mortar squadron that was under artillery fire, and the heavy machine gun squadron that had been scattered on the flanks of the attacking force. There were only more than two hundred real infantrymen, who belonged to the two infantry squadrons that had been crippled before.

By this point in the battle, no matter how stupid the Japanese captain was, he realized that he had been fooled.

Looking at the Eighth Route Army rushing towards him quickly, the captain was so scared that his scalp went numb and he gave orders in panic.

"retreat……"

"Protect the heavy mortar squadron to retreat to the base immediately. We have been fooled... Dadada..."

Before the captain finished his order, he heard a burst of machine gun fire from behind him.

Following the sound, he looked over and saw several tongues of machine gun fire suddenly appearing a few hundred meters away, spreading out in a fan shape and quickly surrounding his position.

"Baga..." The captain became more and more frightened and continued to shout.

"Our retreat is blocked..."

"First break out from the flank, then return to the base. Let's go now..."

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The fat meat was already in Huang Yu's mouth, and there was no way Huang Yu would let them slip away from under his nose no matter what he said.

What's more, this piece of fat meat also contains twelve large-caliber mortars that terrify the Kwantung Army.

If they could capture it and claim it as their own, the combat effectiveness of both sides would increase while that of ours would decrease. No matter how bold that old devil Fujita was, he would not dare to let the mopping-up troops stay in the battlefield urgently to take risks.

In order to get a piece of fat, Huang Yu, who had not been to the battlefield for a long time, directly raised his box gun and joined the battle.

"Guards, follow me... We're going to follow the Japanese's retreat route. We can't let them get away..." Huang Yu ordered loudly and rushed to the front of the team.

When he was still fifty or sixty meters away from the Kwantung Army that was trying to break out and escape, he decisively raised his box gun and pulled the trigger, shouting at the same time.

"Deploy on the spot and launch an immediate attack to delay the Kwantung Army's breakout force and buy time for their troops to encircle them."

The Kwantung Army, which was fleeing, seemed to know that they had become a piece of fat meat in the mouth of the Eighth Route Army.

When the left wing of the team was attacked, they would run to the right wing; when the right wing was attacked, they would run to the left. In any case, they would never fight with the Eighth Route Army that ambushed them.

However, the Japanese captain ignored the mobility of the heavy mortar squadron.

The heavy mortar is different from the light mortar equipped by their infantry battalion. Any part of it weighs dozens of kilograms.

Including the artillery shells carried by the Japanese, the weight carried by more than one hundred gunners was almost more than 50 kilograms.

The whole march was already difficult enough, but the captain who was protecting them actually led them to march quickly to the left, then to the right, running around in circles.

In addition, these artillerymen had already walked more than a thousand meters and were extremely tired.

After being tormented by the captain, they became even more tired and could not keep up with the infantry's marching speed at all.

The captain's task was to protect the artillery at all costs. The artillery could not run any more, so they could only slow down their march.

They even sent dozens of soldiers to help the artillery squadron transport equipment and ammunition to reduce their burden.

The soldiers of the independent regiment that besieged them were mostly light infantry. As the Kwantung Army ran slower and slower, they ran faster and faster.

Soon, the remaining 300 or so Japanese soldiers on the battlefield were surrounded.

"Launch an attack directly, regardless of whether it is a main attack or a feint, and quickly engage the enemy to prevent them from blowing up their artillery before they die..." Huang Yu got a Type 99 light machine gun from somewhere, held it in his arms and used it as a submachine gun, and gave the order with a wave of his hand.

"Rush..."

Hundreds of soldiers launched attacks from all directions. Faced with opponents everywhere, the captain of the Kwantung Army didn't know how to defend next and where to focus on defense.

He drew out his command knife, held the handle tightly with both hands, and took a bayonet-fighting stance. He gritted his teeth and ordered with a murderous look on his face: "Everyone, fight on your own, stop the attacking troops of the Eighth Route Army, kill them..."

Huang Yu was very lucky as he happened to run into the captain of the Kwantung Army.

Seeing him coming towards him with the knife raised in both hands, Huang Yu didn't have time to fight him with a bayonet.

He pointed the light machine gun in his arms at the captain's chest and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Da da da……"

The sound of rapid light machine gun fire suddenly rang out, and three bullets whizzed out with a strong light. Two of the bullets hit the captain's chest, leaving four bloody holes, two in front and two in the back.

His eyes widened at the same time, revealing an expression of unwillingness to close his eyes.

"Rush..."

Duan Peng led the first battalion's guard platoon and headed straight for the Kwantung Army's heavy mortar squadron.

Faced with the sudden attack of the Eighth Route Army, the panting gunners were completely unprepared.

The squadron leader panicked on the spot.

He quickly pulled out his pistol, turned on the safety, raised it up and prepared to shoot at Duan Peng and the others.

But Duan Peng reacted faster.

Before the squadron leader could raise his pistol, three bullets flew towards him.

He didn't have time to dodge and two bloody holes were punched into his body.

"Concentrate your firepower and hit me hard... Don't let even a single Japanese soldier go, kill... da da da..."

The guard platoon of the first battalion was very well equipped. In addition to three light machine guns, it was also equipped with nine box guns captured from the puppet Manchukuo Army.

In close-range shooting, the box gun is as powerful as a light machine gun.

A team of more than 30 people, holding more than ten light machine guns, fired at the heavy mortar squadron.

Many gunners were riddled with bullets before they could even put down the mortar parts on their shoulders.

If someone reacts quickly and drops their equipment and lies down immediately after hearing the gunshots, they suddenly find that they are not equipped with any self-defense weapons, not even a pistol.

There was no other way to fight back except to put your head on the ground and pray.

The guard platoon that attacked them could charge forward recklessly, killing them right under their noses before starting to rob them...

Soon, more than a hundred gunners from the heavy mortar squadron were killed, some by Duan Peng's guard platoon, and some by other troops. Anyway, as they were eliminated, the more than a thousand people sent by Colonel Murakita to the garrison were completely silent. (End of this chapter)