The mountain road was filled with security troops, and they were lying in a row on the steep and narrow mountain road. Two soldiers pulled out grenades without hesitation, pulled the strings quickly and scattered them along the edge of the cliff.

The guy who was playing with the whirlpool brought a smell of gunpowder and fell into the messy security army, causing panic.

The security army, who raised the gun, threw the gun quickly and picked up a smoke-filled grenade rolling on the mountain road. It was estimated that several seconds had passed, and his scalp was numb and he did not dare to be careless. The dead fellow Taoist was not dead, so he threw it back.

Two loud noises echoed through the mountain stream, accompanied by the shouts of "Amnesia...", the grenades above exploded over the two security troops, rolled down the steep slope, and the grenades thrown below exploded among the rocks, collapsing with a stream of black smoke, and the stones hit the helmet.

The gunshots are getting more and more clear, mixed with the nervous gasps, and the explosions occasionally join, and the battle is fierce!

"I'm so sad! Retreat quickly!" The platoon leader of the security army was pulled up to the mountain road and quickly ordered.

I didn't see how many people were on the mountain, and another grenade passed by, lying on the mountain road, his legs slid down.

The second lieutenant in the team behind was dizzy when the stones burst out from the grenades on the mountain were hit by the stones that were broken by grenades on the mountain. Because he was the only one wearing a military cap, the other Japanese pulled their helmets on the military cap after the battle started. The second lieutenant hurriedly put them on the mountain wall, raised his telescope, and looked up the ridge.

As gunfire sounded continuously on the ridge, the target was not visible, and only the security army fled from top to bottom, rolling and sliding.

Several escaped security troops behind occasionally paniced and shot on the hills.

The camera then turned, adjusted the focal length, and after several round trips, I finally found two targets that occasionally probed to shoot. The two stolen local gray military caps, with an indomitable momentum, seemed to be two terrifying eighth routes shooting desperately!

The camera turned again, and walked back and forth along the mountain edge, but no other discoveries were found.

"Machine gun preparation!"

Attacking upwards is very different from shooting on the ground. At least the trajectory is different. The Japanese kept pulling behind the team, with a distance of about 300 meters. The Kenshin soldiers did not train well, put the ruler to zero and gestured to the hills.

随着歪把子机枪架在一块凸起山石上,鬼子少尉适时发布了命令:“射击!”

The lieutenant held up a telescope and cursed the retreating security army: "These trash! idiots! They were scared by the two eighth routes!"

As the machine gun sounded, bullets flew past Liangbalu.

The second lieutenant was very careful to estimate the distance between the eighth Route Army.

The machine gun kept firing, tumbling, and the machine gunners might rarely shoot at the sky. They shot the bullets at one point and all shots into the air. They lifted the handle of the machine gun, and the ballistic slowly leaned against the cliff. The two eighth Route Army was also frightened by the machine gun bullets and retracted their heads. The bullets hit the rocks, splashing gravel, and flew around.

"Let these pigs stop, just two eighth routes! Counterattack!" The Japanese put down their telescope and gave an angrily order to the company commander of the security army in front of them in raw and uncooked Chinese.

As soon as the machine gun on the mountainside sounded, the security army that had retreated for twenty or thirty meters and squeezed into a mess stopped, but it was not because he heard the orders behind, but because the mountain road was narrow and the retreating security army was congested on the mountain road.

The Eighth Route Army on the mountain occasionally emerged and instead covered and shot, a large ball of targets were imminent, and bullet guns were shot into the flesh. Some guys who were quick to wisely actually piled up the security troops beheaded by their side and kicked the people who were not retreating in time.

Not all the security forces were brave. Seven or eight security forces, following the hidden locations of the rocks they found, began to attack the cliffs, and crackling sounds of falling bullets began to come from the stone walls.

An ugly, sharp-mouthed and monkey-mouthed public security army pressed its fingers on the trigger. It had already shot two shots, but it failed. This time, it stopped shooting randomly. According to the training of the Japanese instructor, it pointed the gun at the edge of the cliff at the end of the path. He was waiting for the Eighth Route Army to emerge!

一个八路小心翼翼探出半个头往外,打算看一下治安军情况,冷不防,下面一颗子弹,打着旋钻进了脑门.

The soldiers next to him didn't have time to pull him back. The guerrillas dressed in ordinary people threw down the shuttle mark, pulled the soldier to a certain extent, pulled off the rifle next to him, and pulled the bolt without skill, imitating the soldiers next to him to fire downwards.

"Taijun ordered a counterattack! There are only two Eighth Route Army members, so you are not allowed to run! Run to the military law again!" The company commander of the Public Security Army shouted hard and repeatedly.

"Counterattack on your grandma! You bring the seeds, come up and fight! Who knows how many there are behind him?" A strong man ran down and cursed. The rugged mountain road was actually running wildly. This fierce.

They were all fellow villagers who were stirring the horses and spoons. The company commander was unwilling to let his subordinates die. He shrank his neck and shouted to the back: "Taijun, I said before that there are Eighth Route Army above."

Among the various noisy shooting sounds, the Japanese lieutenant listened several times before he understood what the company commander was shouting. He grabbed the telescope again and observed, trying to see the shooting effect of the machine gun, trying to confirm whether there were still people behind the two crazy Eighth Route Army. He found that one of the heads was motionless and two were shooting!

I looked along the shuttle line again and saw that there were no black and yellow rocks that even the birds were seen.

The fleeing team with abandoned armor was like a galloping horse, rolling downward and sliding, rushing down from the mountain road, falling down in a mess and looking for cover on the spot, and never picking up the gun if it falls. The only hope is to find a stone to hide.

The Japanese around them had full firepower from machine guns and rifles, and they fired a single shot of rifles, and the eighth leader above was completely suppressed.

Occasionally, he would not even take the lead and rely on his position to be very impressive.

In the messy battlefield, the Japanese lieutenant confirmed that there were at most two or three eighth-way players on the mountain. Judging from the skillful blind shooting and position selection, they were all old foxes. Until now, they could only make sure that one of the targets was injured and killed, which was enough.

After carefully observing the left and right, there was no other Eighth Route Army! Is it stupid? The puppet army was defeated by three Eighth Route Army members, and they were even more defeated by three Eighth Route Army members. The second lieutenant was so angry that he was furious!

Fortunately, there were seven or eight security troops hiding behind the stone and fighting back, and finally getting a little comfort. These wastes were not completely useless!

He raised his hand to the top of his head, and the white gloves were the order, and the Japanese immediately stopped fire.

On the contrary, the seven or eight security troops were stuck on the stone wall and fighting with the two eighth troops on the top of the mountain.

The second lieutenant grabbed the saber and prepared to watch the fun. He then pulled the telescope to observe the performance above and judged the situation of the Eighth Route Army.

The dense gunfire on the ridge made Gao Yidao finally understand that the vanguard caught fire with the Japanese. After going up to the ridge, he ordered the tired team to go forward to reinforcements without stopping. He was injured and could not run away. He could only let the two soldiers follow him unwillingly. He found a hidden place to rest for a while, and sent the little girl, an inconspicuous and familiar Li Youcai, into the village to find the traitor and meet by the river.

I didn't care about watching the color of the fire clouds in the sky fading slowly. It shouldn't be long before darkness. I don't know if it was the reason, but it brought a familiar smell of smoke, but I felt at ease.
Chapter completed!