In front of the enemy is an Eighth Route Army. Because it has a preset position, it is not too difficult to resist the enemy's attack.

Behind the enemy is a company that cuts off its retreat. In contrast, they can only use ready-made snow hills, trees, and ditches next to the road, and there are relatively large casualties, but there is no sign of being defeated by breakthroughs in a short period of time.

On the left side of the enemy is a snow-covered field, and further away are rolling mountains.

Although there is no defense, the Japanese commander also thought clearly that trekking through the thick snow would probably temporarily seem to have escaped from the siege, but the slow progress and the consequences of being forced into the mountains would be very miserable.

On the right is the guerrilla defense position, which is not wide. Because the two main forces are interested in taking care of this local force, and they intend to extend their positions here, which also means convenient support.

The battle didn't take long, and the Japanese commander had already found that the opponent's weakness seemed to be the opponent's weakness on the right.

It is not a complicated issue to see the enemy's troops on the battlefield, and the strength of firepower. It is not difficult to make a judgment based on experience.

Although this may have been deliberately left by the opponent, not a flaw or weakness, but a trap. However, the Japanese commander made the decision to attack the right side with all his strength when both front and back.

Before the operation, the Japanese commander organized some troops to launch a feint attack, which greatly gave the Eighth Route Army and the guerrillas some illusions.

Before the feint attack was retreated, the Japanese suddenly charged to the right.

In the eyes of the Japanese commander, if the judgment is correct, a breakthrough can be achieved with one blow with all your strength.

Because the opponent's troops are not too strong, and lack a deep position, they are usually broken by concentrated forces as soon as they are poked, and it is difficult to collect them once they are broken.

Dozens of Imperial Army soldiers were in front, and there were about thirty Japanese behind them. Such troops could be said to be very strong.

The serial mines were arranged by the guerrillas, and some mines were buried in front of their defensive positions, but the number was not large.

Boom, boom, boom! The Imperial Army, as cannon fodder, stepped on several landmines one after another, screaming in panic and trying to run back, but behind them were the Japanese bayonets and howls.

The guerrilla gunfire sounded and fired fiercely at the rushing enemy.

At this time, we can see the Japanese fighting qualities, either using the terrain to jump forward, or lying down and crawling, with their movements very neatly.

The crooked machine gun fired, and the Japanese rifle also called out "bang, snap hook".

For the guerrillas, they saw yellow worms, approaching quickly towards the position. If they wanted to aim and shoot, they could only see the exposed half of the helmet and muzzle, and they could not see their bodies.

Therefore, the guns on the position were fiercely shot, but it was difficult to hit the Japanese.

However, the Japanese's shooting was much more accurate, especially after approaching within 200 meters of the position, the casualties of the guerrillas suddenly increased.

Shen Chen's position is a little later in the main position. He can hit the target, but it is not that easy to find exposed and easy-to-fight Japanese devils.

"Bang hook!" Shen Chen lightly slammed the plate machine and chose a crooked and flawed machine gun.

The Japanese deputy shooter pushed the corpse away, grabbed the machine gun, and continued to shoot and suppress it in front.

"Bang hook!" Shen Chen hit again and killed the Japanese.

Although Chen Chen killed several Japanese in a row, the bullets shot by the Japanese also posed a threat to him. He could only keep changing positions and find a suitable opportunity to fire the gun again.

After all, a person, a gun, has limited effect on the battlefield. The enemy has paid the price, but it is closer to the guerrilla positions.

The closer they got to the position, the more threatening the Japanese's shooting was. The team members who controlled the crooked machine gun fell down two in a row, both of which were hit by rifle bullets.

Facing the rushing Japanese, the guerrillas inevitably had a commotion. After all, the battle with the enemy face to face is different from the previous sneak attacks and harassment.

Moreover, the more you fail to hit the Japanese, the more you feel panicked and the more you are, as if the Japanese have become monsters that cannot be beaten.

Lao Zhou and Zhao Tie yelled loudly, barely stabilizing the morale of the army. They knew that there was still hope for the hard work. If they retreated or retreated and left their backs to the Japanese, there would definitely be heavy casualties.

However, such a barely hard-pressed force is obviously difficult to last. Once the Japanese rushed into the position and the two sides engage in hand-to-hand combat - Lao Zhou and Zhao Tie dare not imagine what kind of losses the guerrillas will suffer.

Seeing that the Japanese were about to rush up, Lao Zhou and Zhao Tie had already picked up the bayonet spear and were preparing to lead the team members to fight to the death.

At this moment, dozens of figures came from the diagonal sect. First, a row of guns were released, and then they rushed towards the enemy with shouts.

It turned out that the company in charge of Douwei was led by Company Commander Jiang. Seeing the ghosts suddenly turn to charge, they knew that things were not good.

Company Commander Jiang hurriedly ordered the tightening of the encirclement, but was blocked by the enemy who retreated from his feint attack. Seeing that he was frustrated in advance, Company Commander Jiang hurriedly ordered a platoon to bypass the blocking and penetrate the diagonal sting to provide emergency reinforcements.

A platoon of Eighth Route Army finally arrived in time and shouted and roared to attract the attention of the Japanese and resist the enemy for the guerrillas.

"Kill, kill!" Dozens of angry men kept roaring.

"Kill!" The Japanese howled like a wolf and bumped head-on.

The two sides fought each other in close combat. Under the cold moonlight, a series of screams and the collision of swords and guns sounded, mixed with the sound of the rash bayonet entering the flesh.

The battle progress is bloody and fast, and bayonet fighting is different from martial arts competitions. There are no fancy moves. Many times, they are hedging with rifles with bayonets, and they can solve the other party in a moment, or they can be solved by the other party.

The bayonet flashes coldly, blood splatters, and the cruel and bloody hand-to-hand combat is the most test of will and spirit, and it is also the most capable of dismantling the enemy's fighting spirit.

Where can the remaining Imperial Army troops withstand such huge psychological pressure?!

The fierce expression, anger roar, and bloody bayonet immediately made the Imperial Army, who had almost never seen blood, feel a burst of creepy, crying at my father and mother, and running around.

But the Japanese dared to fight against more with fewer enemies, relying on their superb skills in bayonets.

Although the Japanese were short, they were very solid and did not have the advantage in strength. Moreover, the 38th bulb they used had an advantage in length, but the guns of the Eighth Route Army were uneven.

The Japanese bayonet's movements are very concise and the range of movements is very small. Usually, the head is buried, the step is cushioned, the arm is surging forward, and the bayonet is out. It seems that the Japanese gun, arms, shoulders, and head are basically in a line.

The action of resisting the opponent's bayonet is simple and effective. When the right wrist of the gun handle is turned over, the gun stab will be pressed down, and then a stab will occur.

The bayonet reflected a heart-pounding cold light under the moonlight, and the figure flashed and moved, one of which rose and one of which went down.

The sound of tingling iron tools, accompanied by the splash of blood plasma and the sound of bayonets entering the flesh, spread out on this narrow battlefield.

Chen Chen could no longer shoot, and the enemy and we were mixed together, and he was constantly shaking. When one shot passed, the probability of hitting was high and the probability of accidentally being injured was also high.

But he did not stay in place, but threw away the spear, quickly placed the wooden box on the mullet gun, held it in one hand, and ran forward quickly.

In Shen Chen's opinion, a platoon of Eighth Route Army could not resist these Japanese soldiers. The guerrillas would take the brunt of the enemy and once again faced the Japanese soldiers.

Although there may be only a dozen people left in the Japanese, if they want to fight against the guerrillas in close combat, the casualties of the guerrillas will be huge, and a major defeat is also possible.

When it comes to melee combat, Chen Chen is not good at fighting bayonets. However, the box cannon shot on his shoulder and Browning on his thigh are powerful tools for melee combat. With his marksmanship, at least the guerrillas can lose many members less.

As Chen Chen expected, the Eighth Route Army now has a considerable gap with the Japanese in bayonet fighting. Even if they fight with more or less, they may not necessarily gain the upper hand.

Puff, a Japanese bayonet pierced into the stomach of an Eighth Route Army soldier.

The old Japanese man had a beard and stared at his vicious eyes. He had stabbed three soldiers down, extremely vicious.

But this time he wanted to pull out the bayonet but encountered trouble. The stabbed soldier threw away the gun and grabbed the gun's head with both hands.

"Kill!" A roar sounded, and the blood-stained bayonet pierced into the old Japanese body from the side.

The Eighth Route Army soldier holding the spear fell down. He tightened his lips and opened his eyes wide. He opened his mouth, wanted to say something but didn't say it, and his eyes slowly closed.

Hand-to-hand combat is so bloody and cruel. In a very short period of time, a platoon of Eighth Route Army fell down by more than ten. The rest were veterans, with some skills, and they could deal with the Japanese.

But it is not easy to find a chance to stab the opponent, because the Japanese's skills are not covered. They can both avoid and suddenly stab them back.

Zhao Tie and Lao Zhou looked at each other and both read their own feelings from their eyes. At this time, they could only lead the team to fight to the death. The casualties were no longer controlled by them, and they had to consider them.

"Kill!" Zhao Tie shouted loudly, raised his bayonet and took the lead in rushing into the battlefield.

Zhao Tie's bayonet stabbed a Japanese man hard. The old Japanese man stared at his fierce eyes and pulled it out. As soon as the weapon touched, Zhao Tie suddenly stopped his momentum and turned into a slash. With a blink of an eye, the sharp blade drew an arc and slashed at the Japanese man's head.

Bang, the old Japanese spear was put on the shelves, and after a slight step, it was a sprint.

Zhao Tie blocked the bayonet and circled with the old Japanese.

Lao Zhou faced another Japanese man. The Japanese man was short and his arms were not as long as his, so he suffered a great loss in fighting.

In addition, Lao Zhou knew martial arts, but his assassination skills were not very good, and he was not used to the movement of stabbing forward. However, he was quick and powerful, so he swung his gun horizontally as a stick at all. This gust of wind could scare the Japanese back a few steps away.

"Kill!" Zhao Tie shouted loudly and attacked the Japanese. After the two of them had contacted their weapons, the Japanese tried to sweep Zhao Tie's weapons away.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Tie's gun was as if it was cast from iron and could not be pushed away at all. In a panic, Zhao Tie had already pushed the Japanese bayonet aside.

"Ah..." The Japanese screamed for a while and felt their chest tightening, and then their breathing was forcibly stopped.

Lao Zhou dodged away from the Japanese bayonet, suddenly loosened the gun with both hands, clamped the gun with his arm, clamped the head of the Japanese gun under his armpit, and punched the Japanese in the face with a punch.

Blood spurted out from the Japanese's mouth and nose, and several broken teeth fell to the ground. Lao Zhou then kicked the Japanese's lower body, and the sound of the ball bursting made the Japanese's screams abruptly stop.

Old Zhou was about to bend down to pick up the gun, but a Japanese rush over with a bayonet. Two guerrillas rushed forward and stopped the Japanese.

With one flash, one stab, the Japanese stabbed a team member. Lao Zhou also picked up the spear and blocked the Japanese with another team member.

The gunshot of "Bang!" did not attract any attention on the battlefield.

Chen Chen shot the nearest Japanese with one shot, ran more than ten meters ahead, and had already arrived at the edge of the battlefield.

You know, even if you have a pistol, it is not easy to hit the enemy that is constantly shaking.

However, this is not a big problem for Chen Chen. Although long-distance sniping is his advantage, he is also very skillful in using a pistol when it is fast, ruthless and accurate in melee combat.

In Shanghai, he used a pistol to kill many enemies, making his opponent frightened.

"Bang!" Chen Chen fired bullets at another enemy in a standard shoulder-firing posture.

The Japanese, who was in the upper hand, suddenly shook and fell down weakly, causing the platoon who was dealing with the Japanese to breathe a long sigh. Sweat flowed through his eyes, blurring his vision.

Chen Chen squatted and turned, shooting again.

The two people in the interlaced kill fell down a Japanese. The highly nervous Eighth Route Army soldiers gave the Japanese a bayonet without realizing it.

Chen Chen did not rush into the crowd and turned around, but after he knocked down several Japanese in succession, the freed soldiers undoubtedly increased the balance of his own victory.

The soldiers on both sides consumed very quickly, and the rest of the people who could catch each other and fight were all powerful characters.

The number of people on both sides who fought together was only a few dozen, but for the surviving team members, today's battle is unforgettable.

A Japanese man found Chen Chen who was attacking him and rushed up.

"Bang, Bang!" Chen Chen turned around and squatted, and both shots were nailed to the Japanese's chest, immediately stopping the Japanese's footsteps.

Zhao Tie met his opponent again, a Japanese officer, waving his saber, fierce and fearless.

The two of them stared at each other, and a cold light flashed. Zhao Tie shouted violently and took the lead in attacking. The Japanese saber mounted Zhao Tie's bayonet and swung his sword to cut it on Zhao Tie's head like lightning.

Zhao Tie was shocked by this and quickly retreated. Before he could do the sprinting action, the Japanese swung the sword and slashed it down diagonally.

When Zhao Tie raised his gun and blocked the saber, he was not careful that the Japanese kicked it, hitting him in the chest. He staggered back and almost fell down.

The Japanese took a step forward and raised their swords and slashed again. Zhao Tie had not adjusted his body and saw that it was very dangerous.

Wow, Wow! Two gunshots, the Japanese raised the sword instantly frozen. They looked down at the blood oozing from their chests, stared at them in shock and angrily, but slowly knelt down, and the saber fell weakly.
Chapter completed!