"Battery Commander, Battalion Commander! Why are there so many Japanese soldiers? Didn't our battalion be responsible for two squadrons? There are so many troops from one brigade of Japanese soldiers here!" At this time, Wang Cong ran over and shouted at Zhang Zhenyuan.

"Just, that's just a few people?" Zhang Zhenyuan looked at the soldiers brought by Wang Cong, and threw himself on the hillside and began to participate in defense.

"Well, that's all that left. The squadron on our side was killed by us!" Wang Cong looked over there and said to Zhang Zhenyuan.

"What, you killed a squadron, are you kidding?" Zhang Zhenyuan heard it and looked at Wang Cong with disbelief.

"I've really killed this. Why do I lie to you? Do I dare me?" Zhang Zhenyuan said immediately.

"Oh~ I'm doing it beautifully!" At this time, the soldiers in the defensive positions suddenly cheered. Zhang Zhenyuan didn't know what was going on, so he was about to go over and take a look.

"Hehe, it must be Xiaobin!" Wang Cong laughed when he heard this.

It turned out that as soon as Hu Bin arrived there, he fired at the enemy's heavy machine gun position. All five or six heavy machine guns were silent. Hu Bin just replaced the bullets and fired at the Japanese below with the machine gun. Many Japanese fell down just as they wanted to charge.

"Loading bullets!" Hu Bin shouted loudly when he was shooting. A soldier next to him heard it and immediately retreated, holding the magazine that Hu Bin had just shot and began to press bullets inside.

"Da da da da!" Wherever Hu Bin's light machine gun bullets went, all the Japanese fell down. Many of them were doing evasive actions. They thought they could avoid the attacks of the Eighth Route Army. However, as soon as they rolled over, a bullet hit his forehead and immediately lay there and kicked his legs.

"Beautiful! Fuck him!" The soldiers next to him immediately became more morale when they saw Hu Bin's bravery in fighting the Japanese.

At this time, the Japanese at the foot of the mountain saw it and immediately went to grab the heavy machine gun. They had to suppress Hu Bin's place, but Hu Bin had long been staring at those places. As long as the Japanese approached, Hu Bin's bullets immediately called over, and the Japanese could not even rely on the heavy machine gun within 5 meters.

"Throw the cannon and kill that place!" A Japanese squad leader saw it and shouted loudly. Just now, at least 20 people were broken on their side, and more than ten were injured.

"Follow me!" Hu Bin finished shooting the bullet inside the magazine and immediately retreated, changed the magazine, handed the empty magazine to the soldier, and wanted to change the place.

As soon as I lay down, I saw that the Japanese's cannon throwing barrel had been pressed and several Japanese were preparing to fire the gun.

"Da da da da!" Hu Bin's bullet immediately greeted him.

"Baga!"

"Ah!" Several Japanese soldiers who were preparing were shot and fell down immediately.

"Okay!" One of the company commanders saw it and shouted loudly. The soldiers next to him were also shooting at the Japanese below. The Japanese had no heavy firepower, so if they wanted to attack, they had to pay a huge price, otherwise they would not attack.

"Good thing, is this Changgui's son?" Zhang Zhenyuan saw it there and said happily.

"Well, we rely on this kid. He can't get up the heavy firepower of the Japanese alone. We will kill the Japanese squadron to kill him. So, we will come here to support this side! This kid doesn't know why, it's like a different person!" Wang Cong said when he squatted down and pulled the bolt after firing a shot.

"This kid, you're a ghost spirit!" Zhang Zhenyuan said with a smile when he saw Hu Bin killing the Japanese.

It is already difficult for the Japanese below to rush up in a short time. The soldiers on the Eighth Route Army are also very powerful. Now the heavy firepower of the Japanese cannot be activated. The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army are not afraid of the Japanese. In addition, they occupy the favorable terrain, so the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army can now beat the Japanese to a Zhongbo, and it is difficult to quickly decide the winner.

However, now there is another Hu Bin. Hu Bin kills the Japanese so fast. As long as the machine gun is activated, there will definitely be a Japanese who will fall down.

More than 20 minutes later, the Japanese swearing angrily cursed. The troops they attacked now did not dare to stand up at all. As soon as they emerged, they would either be killed by the machine gun or the Eighth Route Army. Now they were pressed down at the foot of the mountain and they would not dare to come out at all.

"Baga, rush up!" the major cursed loudly.

"Captain, no, so our casualties will be very large. Until now, we have almost half of the casualties, and there are still many troops on the Eighth Route Army. Now we have to find a way to kill the machine gun. That person has a very powerful shooting skills and can even be fired so accurately. He must be eliminated!" A captain next to him immediately spoke.

"I know, but now, look, can our soldiers kill him? Our soldiers don't want to kill him, even if they want to lock him, how can they kill him?" The Grandpa pointed to the other side of the mountain and started cursing loudly.

"Get out of your troops, think of a solution in the afternoon!" the captain suggested.

"Baga!" The master heard it and cursed, but still did not refuse the suggestion.

It's already noon now, and his soldiers have not eaten yet. They can't rush forward if they continue to fight for a while. It's better to let the soldiers have a good meal and continue fighting in the afternoon.

Soon, the Japanese in front heard the order to withdraw the troops, and the Japanese retreated slowly. Hu Bin would not miss such an opportunity at this time. He shot towards the Japanese who stood up. Many Japanese were hit as soon as they wanted to stand up.

"The Japanese are retreating, hurry up and fight!" Zhang Zhenyuan shouted loudly. The soldiers also knew that if a few Japanese were killed at this time, the pressure in the afternoon would be much smaller.

"Magazine!" Hu Bin shouted, and the soldier next to him immediately handed over the magazine. Hu Bin moved more than ten meters to the left of the front and lay there.

"Da da da da!" The machine gun's flames spewed out again, and the bullets flew down, and the Japanese fell one by one.

"Okay!" Many soldiers shouted happily when they saw it.

At this time, Hu Bin finished firing a bullet with a magazine for about 30 seconds.
Chapter completed!