"Everything is stabilized. The Japanese went up the mountain to look at his head and shot!"

"Press the gun, shoot shorter, single shots, press down the muzzle, and release your fingers after you hit it!"

"Don't panic, we will win this battle. There are only a few Japanese, so I can't make waves!"

"What are you looking at after the fight? What are you looking at? Wait for the Japanese to tell you what to do? Hurry up and pull the bolt and put it on the bullet..."

It is said that veterans have a bad temper, and sometimes veterans have a really bad temper! Especially when they see their experiences summed up with their blood and lives, they are ignored or forgotten by these new recruits.

Because behind these experiences, perhaps the lives of several people are the lives of this simple experience, the group can really save lives at critical moments!

No one is born a warrior. Perhaps some are born with individual strength, but this kind of collective cooperation and a battlefield with bullets is not the time to show off one's heroes. When he truly masters everything a warrior should master, when it comes to desperate situations, when it comes to hand-to-hand combat.

Time continued, and the veterans were still shouting loudly in the trenches and leading the new recruits. The Japanese soldiers responsible for firepower reconnaissance were indeed severely damaged. Of course, this was not the fight of the new recruits, but the 13 sharpshooters disciples brought by the old squad leader.

The old squad leader is very old. He has been the squad leader since the second encirclement and suppression. Some of the soldiers brought out have become regiment commanders, but he still chose to be the squad leader.

Because of his high qualifications, he has good shooting skills and experience on the battlefield. The disciples he brought out are also very strong. Moreover, those who can be accepted as apprentices by the old squad leader, in addition to having the talent in shooting, are all veterans who have fought several battles.

By the way, with the conditions of the Eighth Route Army, new recruits have almost no live ammunition training, so it is really difficult to find that they have high shooting talent.

Well, this is not the point. The point is that the old squad leader and his 13 soldiers were holding onto the position like the Dinghai Sword Needle. Every time the gunfire sounded, a Japanese man would be injured or killed.

The distance between 100 meters and 200 meters is exactly the best distance for these sharpshooters to shoot naked. After all, not everyone can become the sniper god Zhang (Taofang), nor everyone can become the sharpshooter Song (Chunling), who shoots rifles.

So, the squadron leader Oda Yukiji, who was watching the battle behind, discovered a little desperately: the team he sent to the fire reconnaissance was reducing personnel at a rapid speed. And almost all the elites in this team, and even the grenade turret soldiers were killed at the first time.

Finally, after a rapid reduction in personnel, the remaining 21 soldiers in this team finally persisted and did not continue to reduce personnel. However, these soldiers were not the elite sergeant commanders, Chief Cao, and the spy chief Cao, but some second-class privates and first-class privates.

"Okay, stop shooting and leave a few Japanese soldiers to practice!" The old squad leader who had not taken action called the sharpshooters and left the Japanese soldiers to the new recruits in the independent battalion.

"Everyone goes into the anti-aircraft hole, group one goes there, group two goes there, go there separately!" The old squad leader not only stopped the sharpshooters from continuing to shoot, but also drove them all into the fire fire power Mina. He himself was hiding on the side of the shooting hole with his gun in his arms, watching the battle ahead.

After the sharpshooters withdrew, the speed of casualties of the Japanese decreased, while the Eighth Route Army rose higher. As the wounded were carried down and comrades died beside them, the new recruits who had never experienced the battle finally realized that they were on the battlefield, and they were on the battlefield where life and death were often done.

Then, the remaining soldiers of the Japanese could not hold back and were annihilated in front of the positions one by one.

"Bagaya Road, Tujiao Route, is this still Tujiao Route?" Oda Yukiji wanted to withdraw the team and even issued an order.

But how could the Japanese who had already had close contact with Sang Yongliang and his camp easily withdraw from the battle?

So, these Japanese could not enter or retreat, and knew that they were annihilated in front of the positions one by one.

Because of their existence, the Japanese artillery soldiers behind him dared not fire, for fear of blowing up their own people.

"Hahaha, the old squad leader is worthy of being the old squad leader. The control of this battlefield is much stronger than mine! I was told that all the independent battalions had orders, leaving enough observers, and the rest of the personnel entered the anti-cannon hole immediately, hurry up!" Everyone knew that the Japanese liked to play with cannons, so after annihilated the first group of enemies, Sang Yongliang decisively let someone hide in the anti-cannon hole.

Sure enough, after confirming that the team that was out was killed, the Japanese artillery once again shot the shells into the position of the Third Regiment of the District. Especially the location of the old squad leader and others, they focused on taking care of the area.

"I saw that, I really don't want our militia to sacrifice this way, so I tried my best to improve their marksmanship, improve their equipment level, and find some easy battles for them."

"But there are disadvantages in this way, that is, the militia have not experienced a life-and-death battle, they cannot be strong and strong, and they are not afraid of death! They all say that kindness does not control the army, but they do not manage their finances, so there is still some reason!"

"It seems that I'm still too soft-hearted..." Looking at the dozen wounded and martyrs who were carried down, Hu Yizhou felt uncomfortable, so he had the words he had before, and he heard Su Laoliu and the others.

"Boom boom boom...boom boom boom..." The 75mm shell exploded on Majia Mountain, and the exploded stones and pieces flew around.

However, most of the Eighth Route Army members hid in anti-cannon holes, and only sporadic observers took risks to defend their positions, and the casualties were not that big.

"Take death and give it to it..." After the shelling, Oda Yukiji commanded the remaining Japanese in the squadron to continue the attack.

On the command position behind, two other squadrons of Japanese soldiers were sent by Captain Iwata, and took advantage of the cover of the battle to enter the frontier position and prepare to launch a new round of offensive.

"Fight, beat hard! Machine gun, sweep over there!"

"Old squad leader, I'll hand over the Japanese grenade launcher to you, and the machine gunners will kill them!"

"Three companies, top it up, the casualties in the row are too great, hurry up..."

When the Japanese attacked, Sang Yongliang was commanding the battle in the small pit in the command room, shouting louder than anyone else. However, facing the attack of more than one hundred Japanese, Sang Yongliang's company on the position was a bit too short of watching.

Even if the first company had more than 200 people, and the old squad leader who was directly under the battalion department, it felt a little difficult. The Japanese bombed the old squad leader and their positions in a mess, and the heavy machine guns were also focused on taking care of them. It was not easy for the sharpshooters to shoot calmly.

"Oh, if my three hundred veterans were still in my hands, how could such a few Japanese fight against each other?" Looking at the Japanese at the foot of the mountain, Sang Yongliang missed the three hundred veterans who were transferred away by his superiors...
Chapter completed!