The Sword of Swords is a Guard for Kong Jie

The captain of the Japanese army led hundreds of subordinates to charge forward quickly.

Seeing that the Eighth Route Cavalry has been moving around the troops, they just dare not approach.

The team leader was secretly happy, feeling that he had successfully contained the Eighth Route Army's attack.

As long as the troops successfully return to the garrison, they win.

Also because the Eighth Route Cavalry was active around, the captain didn't even dare to dispatch forward reconnaissance troops, which resulted in him not being able to find Li Yunlong who was standing a few hundred meters away.

"Yoxi... We have light and heavy machine guns, and the Eighth Route cavalry dare not approach us. Everyone maintains formation and continues to move forward. The garrison is ahead." The captain encouraged and cheered his subordinates while driving.

It can be seen that the Eighth Route Cavalry only dared to linger at a distance of 400 meters from everyone, and did not dare to approach.

The little devils and ordinary soldiers did not panic at the beginning, and slowly regained their confidence. Holding guns, light machine guns, and heavy machine guns, they marched towards the station with great fanfare.

The devils were afraid that the Eighth Route Army would smear and attack them, so they marched forward with torches from beginning to end.

Li Yundong squatted behind the heavy machine gun, and could clearly see every move of the Japanese army even without binoculars, while silently calculating the distance between Liang and Jun in his heart.

The intercepting force commanded by Li Yunlong did not raise their torches. Under the darkness of night, it was like a group of ghosts lying on the official road, quietly waiting for the arrival of the little devil.

When the distance between the two sides had been shortened to 80 meters, the captain of the devils still didn't notice Li Yunlong's existence.

But Li Yunlong couldn't wait any longer.

The barrel of the heavy machine gun was aimed at the place where there were many Japanese soldiers, and the trigger was slammed, shouting loudly.

"Give me a hard hit... shoot... bang bang bang..."

The dull sound of heavy machine gun firing sounded in the night at the same time.

A tongue of flame spewed out from the black barrel in an instant, and the gun barrel was wrapped in flames, flying towards the Japanese army in a fan shape.

In the blink of an eye, Li Yunlong fired twenty bullets from a bullet board.

The ammunition hand quickly inserted the second bullet plate.

Li Yunlong continued to pull the trigger, and fired a second round of bullets at the Japanese army.

The truck-mounted heavy machine gun on the side showed no mercy, and bullets flew towards the Japanese as if they were free of charge.

The lights of the car were turned on at the same time, aiming at the little devils directly in front, illuminating their positions brightly, and hundreds of Japanese soldiers were placed in front of everyone like live targets.

The Japanese army captain was desperate on the spot.

Under the darkness of night, the tongues of flame from the machine guns were clearly visible, and the length of the tongues of flames could be used to determine how many heavy machine guns and light machine guns the opponent had.

He glanced at the sudden burst of machine gun flames in front of him and knew he was finished.

Fifty or sixty light and heavy machine guns fired at him together.

The subordinates are gathered together again, as long as there are bullets flying over, they can hit the target.

If one machine gun kills three subordinates, the Eighth Route Army's first round of rapid fire attack can kill one of its own squadrons.

What made the captain even more desperate was that the opponent was even equipped with tanks and armored vehicles.

The moment the gunfire rang out, the roar of the chariot also rang out.

Nine chariots came towards him in a semi-encircled circle, and their heavy machine guns kept shooting at him.

More than 1000 Eighth Route Army troops followed behind the chariot, carrying machine guns in their arms as submachine guns, and fired while charging.

In the face of such a blow, the soldiers under his command had no power to parry and could only be beaten passively.

that's the truth.

Except for the corpses of the soldiers who had been killed, or all the subordinates lying on the ground did not dare to move.

The intertwined bullets above the head are too dense, and if the head is lifted a little, it will be smashed into a sieve.

There have been many soldiers to prove this.

They were not willing to lie here and wait to die, and raised their [-] big covers to fight back.

As a result, as soon as he picked up the rifle, the whizzing bullets exploded his head.

Many soldiers had half their heads cut off by bullets, and red and white brains were splashed everywhere, which was horrible.

Faced with this mortal situation, even if the little devil had the support of Bushido spirit and was brave enough to die, they were afraid.

But lying on the ground can only temporarily save their lives, but it does not mean that they can survive.

The nine chariots rushed closer and closer.

As long as the distance between the two parties is shortened to within 40 meters, even if they lie on their stomachs, bullets can still penetrate their bodies from the back.

The captain must think of a way to break the situation as soon as possible, otherwise the hundreds of subordinates around him will be wiped out here.

But the opponent's offensive firepower is too strong, and there are chariots covering them. Even in a bayonet fight, they have to kill the chariots in front to be eligible.

One can imagine the difficulty of destroying nine fully armed chariots with infantry protection by a group of supplementary soldiers who didn't even have heavy weapons.

But this is the only way for him to turn defeat into victory and solve the immediate crisis.

Otherwise, if all the soldiers under his command are dead, they will not be able to kill an Eighth Route Army.

It's better to give it a try, maybe there's still a chance to get two Eighth Route Army soldiers to back you up before you die.

"Sir..." A squadron leader under his command suddenly crawled over.

"The Eighth Route Army has chariots to help out, and they are about to kill them. We are definitely not opponents..."

"Break out and retreat?"

"We still have a few hundred people, and we will divide our troops to break out..."

"The Eighth Route Army only has nine chariots, and it is impossible to chase all of us at the same time."

"If you stick to it, everyone will die in battle here. Soldiers who break through the siege can survive and continue to reinforce the garrison."

Although the captain was very desperate and did not report any hope for the future of this battle, he was clear-headed and said no without hesitation.

"Are you here to play as the Eighth Route Cavalry around us?"

"If we break out with our front foot, they will come towards us with their rear foot."

"We ran for our lives with two legs, and they chased with four legs. The surroundings are unobstructed, and there is not even a ravine. Can you escape the pursuit of the cavalry?"

"Everyone prepares..."

"Everyone put on bayonets..."

"Concentrate the grenades on the soldiers on the periphery. When the Eighth Route Army approaches, launch a countercharge. First use the grenades to blow up the tanks, and then fight with the infantry behind with bayonets."

"Even if we die here, we will drag two Eighth Route Army troops behind us."

"Instead of being chased by them all the way and dying here in vain."

The squadron leader seemed to be enlightened, and instantly realized: "Sir, do you want to fish in troubled waters?"

The captain directly ordered: "This is our only chance, otherwise everyone will be slaughtered here, and their death will be meaningless."

"Immediately give the order."

"Gather all the grenades into an infantry squad..."

"After the Eighth Route Army rushes in, launch a counterattack first, and provide fire cover, and destroy the Eighth Route Army tank units at all costs."

When hundreds of Japanese troops were planning nervously, the tank companies that had rushed three to forty meters away from them suddenly stopped advancing.

The captain's face was covered, and before he could react, he saw hundreds of grenades flying towards them over the tank.

"Baga..." The captain was completely desperate.

He overlooked one very important thing.

The soldiers under his command were pinned to the ground by the vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns, without even a chance to raise their heads.

Throwing a grenade can't use all your strength, thank God if you can throw it 30 meters away.

The Eighth Route Army hid behind the chariots, throwing away their arms and throwing grenades, which could be thrown at least 40 meters.

Soldiers with strong arms can throw it five to sixty meters without any problem. (end of this chapter)