Just as Hu Jin and the others passed quickly, Jiang Dajiang was looking down from the observation port on the top of a mountain.

"Hu Jin and the others have all gone, tell Lao Zhai that we can start!" Jiang Dajiang felt relieved when he saw Hu Jin and the others pass safely.

"Yes!" The communication soldier not far behind him quickly went to inform Zhai Changlin.

Zhai Changlin was the only cadre of the artillery battalion that came out of the security regiment, so his superiors asked him to organize the artillery battalion in the Special Regiment to serve as a pilot.

However, there are only 8 mortars, all of which are 82, and there are not many shells. The artillery squad leader is just a novice who has just learned to fire artillery.

Well, poor Lao Zhai, this battalion commander is not as good as the original company commander Fuyu.

"Everyone pay attention to the first coordinate, three shells, two shells in the second, and one shell in the third! Get ready!" Zhai Changlin missed his days in the artillery battalion because he could bomb the Japanese unscrupulously without worrying about insufficient ammunition.

Now, I can only count the shells to live, and each cannon fires at most 6 shells, which is not enough for the original artillery battalion to fire at one volley.

Even those coordinates were calculated by him personally, because Zhai Changlin was really worried about the rookie gunners.

"Bangbangbangbang... chirping..." The artillery soldiers were very honest. After the gunmen determined the coordinates again, they commanded the first wave of shells to be fired. Then the second and third rounds were shots, and then the coordinates were changed...

"Chirky chirp...boom boom boom..." Mortar shells hit cows across the mountain, and soon landed on the winding mountain road, exploding black smoke.

Mortar shell explosion is an order for attack, so those front-line commanders immediately commanded their subordinates to start the battle.

"The battle has begun, ignite!" The veteran in charge of the elm cannon commanded some new recruits to ignite the fuse of the elm cannon.

"Fight, the veterans are at will, the new recruits are aiming before fighting!" A platoon leader didn't bother to shoot himself, but went to command the soldiers of the combat squad to fight.

"Be careful to suppress the muzzle, start firing, and save ammunition!" The machine gunner also began firing against the enemy under the leadership of the veteran.

"She...she...she...she...he...he...he...he...he...he...he...he...he..."

Amid the chaotic gunfire, the team that was originally walking on the mountain road, suddenly fell down like harvesting wheat. Especially the place where the mortar shells landed, the surrounding area was cleared.

"Ah...not good, there is an ambush from the Eighth Route Army!"

"Run, run quickly, don't stop!"

"Hurry up, go into the forest there... No, there are ambushes there too..."

Faced with the sudden blow, the deserters on the mountain road were extremely chaotic. Anyway, they did everything except shooting and counterattacking. As for the golden ambush of the Japanese, ten seconds, they could turn into golden for one hundred seconds if they were replaced by them.

Because if there is more time, these people will run away.

Because they were all fleeing, the defeated soldiers did not notice that the ambushers on the mountain seemed to have poor shooting skills. Although there were constant deaths in the team, many people did not seem to be removed at once.

Because the proportion of new recruits in the Special First Regiment is very large, these new recruits have extremely poor shooting skills and are even a little far away.

However, the defeated soldiers who were in a panic were all trying to escape. Who could still observe this? What if they stopped and died?

The key is that the shells are still falling from the sky now, and the 82-for-bomb shells are blown up one by one...

"Three points and one line, pay attention to three points and one line!"

"Press the gun and be careful to shoot shorter!"

The Special Regiment already has 150 Jiuzhai officers and soldiers, plus the 300 veterans given by the superiors, it is still OK to lead a regiment of more than 2,500 people. Therefore, during the battle, some veterans gave up their own battles and instead took the new recruits to fight so that they could grow up as soon as possible.

"Boom boom boom... Boom boom boom..." After five or six seconds of burning, the elm cannon buried on the hillside finally spit out pieces of iron sand. This is the serious weapon of killing, and it is just a bit delayed.

It is not a big deal that the warriors of the special regiment did not control the time. After all, they were not training well, and the attack rhythm this time had to take care of Hu Jin and the others.

However, these elm cannons were not too late to launch. Thousands of enemy troops were still squeezing me and I was squeezing you on the mountain road, and the elm cannons rang. As soon as the cannon sounded, the iron sand left, and it directly swept a large piece of rhythm.

"Ah... my god..." As the iron sand swept over, the enemy's dead were dead, and the non-dead were crying and crying at their parents.

Have these people seen this? They usually have never done anything except bullying the common people and taking the initiative to engage in friction, and they have never fought with the Japanese. How can they know the cruelty of the battle?

So, at this moment, these enemy troops were destroyed and frightened and didn't know what to do.

They didn't know what to do, but the special group ambushed on the mountain knew, especially those who came out of the security team, who knew what to do.

"Continue to shoot, aim and shoot!"

"Machine gun, sweep it to the other side, and the grenade can fire freely!"

The current situation is that the enemy is scared and why don’t you shoot the target quickly? What are you waiting for?

Well, according to the combat style of the Eighth Route Army, it’s time to get a bayonet. But whether it’s Jiang Dajiang or Xia Tian Zhong Haifeng and the others, they don’t mean to go up and sting, and they are still using ammunition to deal with the enemies at the foot of the mountain.

They knew that although the enemy in the ambush area at the foot of the mountain was stunned, there were more than 10,000 people behind and in front of them. If they rushed down, they would be made of dumplings at both ends.

"Haha, the leader of the regiment, Lujiazhai is ahead, we finally catch up with their back team!"

Just when the ambushed here, the Eighth Route Frontman, who was responsible for chasing, went into battle lightly. After rushing quickly, he bit the tail of the defeated soldiers, which happened to form a joint attack with Jiang Dajiang and the others against the enemy's rear.

At this time, the only thing I worry about is that the enemy in front is coming backwards.

but……

"Not good, the Eighth Route Army came over, we were surrounded! Run!"

"Escape quickly, hurry up, don't stop, you will die if you stop! The eighth leader chased after him..."

"Ba...bha...bha...run quickly, don't get in the way..."

"Brother, hurry up and take your brothers away, what are you waiting for? Didn't you listen to the sound of cannons behind? This is the main force of the Eighth Route Army ambushing here!"

Well, at this time, Hu Jin and the others' role came.

They were right behind the road ahead, and this sound of noise frightened the stubborn enemy who was unknown to the truth in front of them.

These people had no fighting spirit. When they heard that they were surrounded and pursued by the chasing army, who would still think it was true or false? Especially when they saw Hu Jin and the others running for life, they were still running with their regiment commander.

Then what are you waiting for? Run away quickly, if you don’t run away, you will be dead!

Therefore, Hu Jin and the others fled south with more and more stubborn enemy soldiers.
Chapter completed!