Unfortunately, there are very few Maxim in the Eighth Route Army.

This thing is a treasure in everyone's eyes, even the Japanese devils.

The Eighth Route Army had a hard time trying to get a Maxim. Except for the main force, the other troops did not have one.

At least, there is no new group, nor does it have an independent group.

Even on Cangyun Ridge, Li Yunlong moved out all his family background, but he did not have a single Maxim. This shows how precious Maxim is.

In terms of technical content, Maxim is also much higher than mortars.

The Eighth Route Army's Huangyadong Arsenal can produce simple mortars, but heavy machine guns cannot be made.

good!

This reward is great!

Continue to search for the Japanese!

However……

No enemies were found yet.

After walking for dozens of meters in a row, no Japanese were found.

There was no movement on the cliff.

Ma Hongwei did not shoot.

Huang Kehong didn't pay for it either.

This means they did not find any target either.

So, what are the Japanese doing? Where are they hiding?

Damn it!

What the hell is going on?

Didn’t it mean that there were thousands of Japanese devils at the Huting stronghold?

All of them are turtles?

Be careful to wander around the wall.

Suddenly I heard a slight sound of footsteps.

What a guy, another Japanese approached quietly.

By the way, these Japanese are also extremely cunning and their movements are too light.

If I hadn't had outstanding hearing, I might have been attacked suddenly again.

Now……

Take out a grenade.

"call!"

Throw it over.

Then squat down with your head in your arms.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded.

There was a shrill scream mixed with.

good!

Kill another one.

"Baga!"

Domoto Ryu frowned immediately.

Why are there any explosions?

Is the battle not over yet?

How many eighth Route Army members sneaked in?

"Tengmura! You bring twenty people to deal with it!" Domoto Ryuki ordered.

"Hayi!" a Japanese lieutenant replied.

Then he took half a team of Japanese soldiers and there were exactly twenty people.

They were afraid that they would be subjected to mysterious shelling, so they walked carefully under the wall.

After a while, they approached the cliff.

I didn't see the Eighth Route Army.

I saw my injured companion on the ground.

"Baga!"

“How many eighth Route Army members are there?”

Fujimura looked nervous and ordered his subordinates to be alert, fearing of ambushing.

As a result, the Japanese injured by the bomb had no time to answer and died. Fujimura had to stand up in disappointment and lead people to continue searching.

Suddenly I felt something was wrong!

It seemed that something was shooting from a high place.
Chapter completed!