Brilliant Sword: Fighting against the Xixi System One Hundred Thousand Japanese Army

As soon as Li Yunlong finished speaking, a small group of devils appeared in the formation of skirmishers and searched forward.

In a small group of devils, the distance between each devil is relatively far, even if the shells are dropped, the damage is relatively small.

However, this group of devils seemed to be because the Fourth Independent Defense Battalion had already passed by.

The devils in this small group walked very boldly, and their vigilance towards the surrounding environment was very low. They looked like they were walking on the street, walking lazily.

The devils all looked listless.

Li Yunlong turned his head and glanced at the sniper team beside him and said, "Shoot and kill them."

Wei Dayong asked, "What is the brigade commander doing shooting now? The devil's main force hasn't entered the ambush circle yet."

Li Yunlong patted Wei Dayong on the head and said, "What I'm doing is blocking, not ambush."

"As long as we fight now, these devils will definitely search our sneak attack position seriously."

"By then, we'd have run away."

"In this way, they can delay their progress."

"And there are just a few of us, waiting until the devil's large army arrives to carry out an ambush."

"When the time comes, you won't even be able to run."

"The sniper team fired and then withdrew."

With Li Yunlong's order, the devil squad leader who was caught inside the sight was sentenced to death at this moment.

The sniper immediately pulled the trigger, and with the slight tremor of the gun body, with a 'whoosh' sound, a bullet with high temperature flew out of the silencer.

With a high-speed rotation, a hot bullet penetrated into the chest of the Devil Captain with a pistol on his waist.

"Pfft!" There was a sound of bullets entering the flesh, and a flower of blood rose from the chest of the devil squad leader. Blood gushed out from the muzzle of the gun continuously, staining the shit-yellow devil's uniform with blood.

A few tenths of a second later, his body fell to the ground stiffly as if frozen in ice.

Seeing that the devil hadn't realized that it was an enemy attack, Li Yunlong yelled 'hit'!

The soldiers around Li Yunlong fired together.

"Da da da!" The AK-74 gunfire kept ringing.

After several years of fighting with the devils, the veterans are extremely skilled in shooting. Every burst of fire can make a big hole in the devil's chest, and the blood mist is filled.

Before the little devils could react, they shot and killed more than a dozen devils one after another, causing more than half of the entire devil team to die.

After being severely injured, the devils quickly lay down on the ground to avoid bullets.

Some devils bowed their backs and charged in the direction of the gunfire, trying to fight back.

But the devils underestimated the marksmanship of this assault platoon.

"Da da da!"

A few bullets pierced the little devil's helmet and went straight into his mind. The little devil lay motionless on the ground.

None of the devils who attempted to launch a surprise attack escaped the punishment of the assault platoon.

Except for a few timid devils who hid in the shooting blind spot as soon as the gunshots sounded, most of the devils were killed on the road.

Seeing that the battle was over, Li Yunlong decisively directed the soldiers to immediately leave the ambush point and go to the next ambush point to fight.

The guerrillas led by Li Yunlong laid an ambush in front, and Lu Feng behind him didn't act immediately, but waited for Zuo Wenle to fight with the Devil's Fourth Independent Defense Brigade first, before making a move himself.

In this way, the fourth independent garrison brigade, after being restrained by Zuo Wenle, was a great opportunity to wipe out the devil's artillery.

When Zuo Wenle received Lu Feng's request to continue to block the devil's fourth independent garrison, he immediately began to deploy and fight.

In the raid on the puppet army yesterday, apart from the loss of some mortar shells and bullets, only some new soldiers sprained their ankles while running at night.

When some old hunters in the village saw a soldier spraining his ankle, he directly rubbed the wounded ankle with herbal medicine, and immediately he was able to go to the ground and fight again.

Although it is generally optimistic, Zuo Wenle still dare not be careless.

Because if this battle is fought well, the devils' troops in the counties around Chifeng will be extremely empty, and by then the autumn wind will sweep away a large area of ​​territory like fallen leaves.

Use a large area of ​​land as a base, and turn a wider area into a guerrilla zone, further compressing the enemy-occupied area in the Northeast.

Zuo Wenle immediately arranged defense-in-depth tactics to resist the devil's attack step by step.

Although most of the fighters are still new fighters at this time, they are firm in their will to fight against the devils.

In addition, this time is no longer an era when a soldier only has three bullets.

Hit the devil, as long as the number of bullets is enough, there will always be one shot.

Good shooters are all fed by bullets, and you can hit them casually, and the bullets are enough.

Taking a step back, even if the new fighter's heart is not good enough, and his shooting skills are relatively poor, then there are mortars, the newly captured Bofors Mountain Cannon, and a large number of 107 rocket launchers.

They are all big killers, and there is no problem in suppressing devils.

The fourth independent garrison marched all the way, and its vanguard had reached the bank of the Tiger River the next morning.

The devil's independent brigade stood on the east bank of the Tiger River, looking over at a glance, it seemed a bit intrusive.

Although the bodies of the puppet soldiers on the bridge had been buried by soldiers from the Northeast Second Column.

But for those puppet soldiers who rushed into the Tiger River and were frozen into ice sculptures, the soldiers of the Northeast Second Column could do nothing, even if they were buried, they would have to wait until next spring.

It is the end of November now, and the temperature around the Tiger River is minus 11 degrees, and the thick ice can't be beaten.

The devils did not stop and charged towards Zuo Wenle's position along the bridge.

The moment the noon sun hit the ground, patches of black devils appeared in the field of vision, and quickly moved towards the position.

The company commander of the leading company roared in a low voice: "Everyone hold your breath, lower your head, don't show your head, and don't fire without orders!"

The company commander of the leading company visually measured the distance of the devil, and when it was about 300 meters, he shouted and opened fire!

The company commanders knew that these new soldiers hadn't experienced the baptism of war, and the devils would feel nervous if they were too close, and the movements in their hands might be deformed more seriously.

Now that bullets are plentiful, this kind of waste is necessary to train a qualified fighter.

With the order to fire, countless bullets spewed out from the muzzles of the soldiers, smashing towards the direction of the devil, splashing on the devil like a storm.

Countless devils bounced off countless blood mist in an instant and fell to the ground.

The devils who were attacked suddenly reacted very quickly, and immediately dispersed quickly. The group formed a powerful offensive formation, and rushed towards the position of the second vertical column in the northeast.