Damn!" Zhao Hanxing put down his telescope and pounded the wall of the hidden place heavily.

Deputy Battalion Commander Wang Rui has been following his old brother since Nanjing, but just now, he died tragically under the guns of the Japanese, and even his complete body was not left behind.

Just now, Zhao Hanxing captured the bloody scene of Wang Rui being broken through a telescope.

What made Zhao Hanxing even more angry was that not only did the camp deputy Wang Rui die, but the position was not yet taken down!

This made Zhao Hanxing feel a little uncomfortable. He praised Haikou in front of Lao Chi. If he couldn't take the position, not only would Hu Qing and Lu Enguang, the two bastards, want to laugh at him, but Lao Chi would not spare him either!

At that moment, Zhao Hanxing walked out of the shelter and said sternly: "Send the order!"

Several commissars were guarding the tunnel outside the shelter. One commissar immediately stood up and replied, "Yes!"

Zhao Hanxing groaned, gritted his back toes and roared in a low voice: "Order the second echelon to attack and tell them that they will take down the Japanese position no matter what, otherwise I will not spare them!"

"Yes!" The messenger saluted a military salute and ran away.

...

Dogwa fell into a violent struggle. Should she lie down and pretend to die, or jump up and fight with the Japanese?

Because the Japanese began to clean the battlefield, seven or eight Japanese soldiers were carrying 38 large covers with bayonets and searching for seriously injured Chinese soldiers along the hillside.

Once a Chinese soldier is found, whether he has been killed or seriously injured or not, he will have to finish the attack.

This is actually a routine operation, because not only the Japanese, they also do this. It depends on the time to capture prisoners, and most of the time they don’t want to capture them.

As time passed, the Japanese gradually searched Shi Ao where the goat was hiding.

One of the Japanese infantry seemed to have discovered something, and walked straight towards Gouwa with a bright bayonet, and Gouwa's heart immediately jumped into his throat.

Amid the rustling footsteps, the Japanese soldiers were getting closer and closer.

However, Gouwa calmed down instead. At this time, it was impossible to escape. He could only fight with the Japanese. He could only fight one to make enough money. If he could fight two, he would make a fortune!

Gouwa held Galand tightly with the bayonet.

The distance between the Japanese was getting closer and closer, less than twenty meters.

Just when Gouwa couldn't help but jump up, a figure suddenly jumped up in the gully less than ten meters away from him, and shouted and rushed towards the Japanese with a bayonet.

Gouwa recognized it at a glance, and it was his comrade-in-arms chicken feet.

In a blink of an eye, the chicken feet rushed to the Japanese and then slammed.

The Japanese had already believed it. They used a bayonet to block the assault, and blocked the chicken claws. Not only that, the Japanese also called the sting with the backhand, but they were easily avoided by the chicken claws.

With just one round, both sides tentatively found that they were all masters of assassination.

Unfortunately, chicken feet are alone.

Not only did the chicken feet stab a second knife, but several Japanese soldiers not far away opened fire at the same time.

After a crisp gunshot, several bullet holes appeared on the thin chest of the chicken feet, and then they fell down straight. The Japanese who had just been trying to sting the sting just now refused to let go, and stabbed the chicken feet several times in the heart and mouth.

The dog's bite was almost to pieces, but he held it tightly because he knew that even if he rushed out to death, he would not be able to avenge the chicken feet, and would only die in vain.

So the dog shrank his body back into the stone depression and remained motionless.

The Japanese glanced at him and did not find the dog baby hiding in the stone depression, so he went to another direction.

Soon, seven or eight Japanese devils went down the slope and then cleaned the battlefield below. Gouwa breathed a little relieved, but he knew very well that the danger had not been lifted.

Because the Japanese may still find him when they return.

Just as Gouwa was nervously thinking about what to do, the attack of the 1st Battalion began again.

After two rows of shells were fired, the second assault echelon opened its formation again and launched an attack on the Japanese positions.

The Kuomintang army launched another attack. The seven or eight Japanese soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield under the hillside immediately turned around and ran towards the mountain. One of them came straight towards Gouwa.

Gouwa subconsciously wanted to shoot, but just as he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt his heart moved, then he turned over and lay down next to the dead chicken claws, and touched the blood on his face.

The Japanese who ran here almost ran over the grass next to the dog's head, but they didn't even take a look at the dog's "corpse on the ground" and ran over directly.

After seven or eight Japanese devils passed by, they probably had reached more than ten meters away, Gouwa immediately turned over, sat up with a Galand rifle, and then pulled the trigger.

"Dingding..." The crisp sound of the bolt hitting sounded.

The seven or eight Japanese devils who were unprepared and looked at Dogwa with their backs fell to the ground.

The Japanese guarding the mountainside position obviously did not expect such a change, and they didn't even have time to turn the gun, so they could only watch seven or eight Japanese beings being shot and killed.

After shooting the seven or eight Japanese devils, Gouwa immediately hid in Shikong.

At this time, the Japanese on the mountainside position finally reacted and fired continuously.

However, due to the obstruction of the rocks, it was impossible to hit Gouwa at all. Several Japanese soldiers tried to throw grenades down, but they either hit the rocks or threw them over.

The Japanese squad leader did not want to leave this time bomb, so he sent half a squad to rush down the hillside to try to kill the dog baby.

But by this time, the second attack echelon of the 1st Battalion of the Rong 1st Regiment had approached within 200 meters. The company commander who led the attack realized this and concentrated his firepower without hesitation to support Gouwa.

A few seconds later, seven or eight Japanese devils who rushed out of the position were piled up to the ground.

The second echelon's attack was as sharp as it was, and it soon approached within a hundred meters.

The Japanese on the mountainside position were completely attracted to them and they didn't care about the dog's baby for the time being.

Taking advantage of this short interval, Gouwa stood up without hesitation, aimed at the anti-aircraft gun position located on the ridge in front of him with Galand rifle, and pulled the trigger and shot a long time in an empty warehouse.

In the field of vision, more than a dozen Japanese devils on the anti-aircraft gun position fell down one after another.

After hitting the magazine, Gouwa retracted his body, avoiding the Japanese revenge shooting, and at the same time, he unloaded a grenade from his back, knocked heavily on the rock, and threw it out violently.

The grenade flew more than fifty meters in the air and landed accurately on the anti-aircraft gun position.

With a bang, a ball of flames burst into the anti-aircraft cannon positions on the ridge.

Looking back, I saw that the second attack echelon had approached within fifty meters, and the company commander who led the team even gave a thumbs up at Gouwa while charging.

The goat grinned and smiled happily.

Because he knew that the position had been taken down.
Chapter completed!