The Sword of Swords is a Guard for Kong Jie

Chapter 795 The price of underestimating the enemy (first update)
"Fight the little devil, don't worry about tanks and armored vehicles, if you can kill one more..." In the trench filled with gunpowder smoke, the company commander who led the team was operating a crooked handle, shouting at the devil while holding the fire.

"Da da da……"

The strong recoil of the crooked handle caused the butt of the gun to hit the shoulder hard, and four or five bullets flew out in a fan shape, and the two devils fell to the ground 80 meters in front of them.

This was already the fifth little devil shot and killed by the company commander in just half a minute.

"Crack..."

When he pulled the trigger again, there was an empty shot directly from the barrel.

After taking a look around, the devil's remaining six chariots had reached the position of 60 meters in front of the formation.

The bullets fired by the vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun flew close to the edge of the trench. Several soldiers were blown out of their heads and died tragically in the trench.

The remaining soldiers were tightly suppressed in the trench, unable to raise their heads and fight back.

The devil's retreating force has been reduced from more than 200 to 40, and the fire interception just now killed at least one infantry squad.

The company commander resolutely put away his crooked hands: "Machine gun cover, retreat..."

"Quickly enter the tunnel, don't be stuck by the little devil's retreating troops..."

More than a minute later, the squadron leader led his subordinates to successfully regain the second line of defense.

In the trench at the foot, apart from a dozen corpses of the Eighth Route Army that had not been taken away in time, there was not even a rifle left.

The good mood of regaining the position was gone all of a sudden.

The fool also saw that the Eighth Route Army had voluntarily given up the position under his feet, otherwise there would definitely be more than these corpses of the Eighth Route Army in the trenches.

Qi returns to Qi, it is time to retreat or to retreat.

The Eighth Route Army has the strength to seize the second line of defense from the left behind troops, and it will certainly be able to seize the first line of defense.

The troops must seize all the time to withdraw from the battle, otherwise the troops may be blocked in the rear.

"Continue to withdraw...speed up...tank cover, and evacuate from the battlefield as quickly as possible." The squadron leader climbed out of the trench and rushed to the first line of defense.

"Da da da……"

As a result, just after running four or fifty meters, the sound of strafing from the crooked handle rang out on the ground in front of him.

The rain of bullets swept towards them, and the five or six subordinates in the front of the team were smashed into sieves in an instant.

The six tanks and armored vehicles accelerated immediately, and at the same time fired at the position with their vehicle-mounted machine guns, suppressing the blocking fire of the Eighth Route Army.

"Baga..." The squadron leader was so angry that he began to curse.

"Why is the first line of defense taken by the Eighth Route Army... They are too shameful, they will sneak attack, and they have the ability to fight us head-on in a decisive battle..."

"The chariot takes cover, and everyone else rushes forward to regain their position."

"Otherwise, we will all be left here by the Eighth Route Army and killed... Boom..."

Before the squadron leader could finish shouting the order, a violent explosion sounded in his ears.

Thick smoke billowed, soil splashed, and a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and scorching air waves swept towards him like a storm.

Even though he lay on the ground for the first time, the huge shock wave still made his ears buzz.

Subconsciously raised his head and looked towards the impact point, a huge crater with a diameter of more than three meters appeared in the middle of the retreating troops.

With the bomb crater as the center, at least twenty soldiers fell around in various postures, motionless.

"It's the Thunder Cannon..."

The squadron leader shouted in shock.

When they first attacked the third line of defense of the Eighth Route Army, the attacking troops had just experienced the baptism of flying thunder and artillery.

Dozens of dynamite packets the size of a millstone fell from the sky, and three or four hundred Kwantung Army elites were blown up in an instant like paper toys.

Even steel-clad tanks and armored vehicles were not spared.

Unexpectedly, the Eighth Route Army also prepared flying thunder cannons here.

Fortunately, there is only one door. If there are a few more doors, the retreating troops will definitely be blown up.

Just when the squadron leader was secretly rejoicing, the violent explosion sound reached his ears again.

The point of impact was closer than him, and even though he was lying on the ground, the powerful air wave still knocked him over.

The shock wave hit at the same time, and then the whole person lost consciousness.

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"The Feilei artillery squad retreat..." Deng Jingye, the head of Wangdu's garrison regiment, ordered suddenly.

Although the frontal blocking troops defending the third line of defense also came from the Wangdu garrison regiment, Deng Jingye preferred to intercept the little devil's retreating troops here.

Recaptured the first line of defense by surprise, blocked the little devil's retreat, and wiped out the devil's retreating troops under a pair of desperate eyes, drawing a perfect end to the whole battle.

According to Li Yunlong's plan, originally there was only one infantry company to raid the first line, and use the remaining tunnel entrances and exits of the position to sneak attack the Kwantung Army's retreating troops, killing as many devils as possible.

Deng Jingye made temporary adjustments and dispatched three Feilei Cannons from the Feilei Cannon platoon to join the battle.

Three explosive packages fell from the sky and hit the middle of the Kwantung Army's retreating troops one after another.

With only one round of attack, there are very few little devils left on the ground who can still move.

Two of the six tanks were also scrapped.

A bold idea suddenly popped up in Deng Jingye's mind, and he started to give orders as soon as he had an idea.

"The first row continues to defend the position, pay attention to concealment, and wait for the remaining little devils to charge close before firing."

"The second and third rows outflank the tunnel, touch the little devil's side and launch an attack."

"Bring Molotov cocktails, I will wipe out the little devil's retreating troops."

The four chariots continued to charge forward, and the more than fifty devils who were still moving on the ground hurried over and followed closely behind the chariots, trying to rely on the powerful protective capabilities of the chariots to break through the first line of defense and withdraw from the battlefield.

One minute later, except for the three flying thunder cannons, there was no gunfire from the first line of trenches.

Many devils felt that the Eighth Route Army had withdrawn, just like the second line of defense they had just regained, and they had no intention of defending their position and fighting them to the end.

"Da da da……"

When the devil was about to relax his vigilance, three crooked handles suddenly emerged from the trench and shot at the tank.

Bullets rained on the protective steel plate, sparks flew everywhere, and several devil soldiers who hadn't hidden were hit at the same time.

For a moment, all the devils' attention was attracted, and the machine guns and tank guns on the chariot also joined the battle, firing wildly, trying to quickly destroy the three machine gun firepower points and open the retreat channel.

"Comrades, go... da da da..."

At this moment, sixty or seventy Eighth Route Army troops suddenly appeared behind the devil. Six light machine guns were hung on the chest of the machine gunner, holding fire while charging.

Piece after piece fell to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, more than half of the fifty devils were killed or injured.

The remaining [-] or so people quickly turned around and fought back, but they were completely exposed to the Wangdu garrison group, without even a cover.

Turning around quickly, as soon as he picked up the rifle, the rain of bullets flying on his face drilled several blood holes in his chest.

"Boom boom boom..."

Several riflemen took the opportunity to lean towards the back of the tank, and each threw out two Molotov cocktails. After a while, the remaining four tanks of the attacking force were engulfed in flames.

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