I really came here to fight against Japan

When the Japanese squadron leader saw the Eighth Route Army soldiers, he actually rushed into the trenches.

Looking at the bayonets on the rifles in their hands, the Japanese soldiers immediately became excited.

These Chinese soldiers want to challenge the bayonet skills of the imperial warriors!

The Japanese devils at the foot of the hill arrogantly ejected the bullets from their Type 38 rifles.

Holding rifles, they actually charged upwards against the terrain.

In fact, these Japanese devils were very cunning. Although the Eighth Route Army was in a dominant position, they were tall.

If a tall person rushes downward, there will inevitably be a flaw in the lower abdomen.

The Japanese's rifles and bayonets were originally longer than those of the Eighth Route Army.

In addition, they were short in stature, and the bayonets in their hands were aimed right at the lower abdomen of the Eighth Route Army soldiers.

Just relying on the Eighth Route Army's momentum from top to bottom.

The Japanese soldiers could just stand still and wait for the Eighth Route Army to run into their bayonets.

Just as they were preparing to charge up the slope, the Eighth Route Army's mortar shells fell first.

Captain Zhou was so distressed because he was personally following the borrowed artillery and taking action together.

Looking at the two borrowed artillerymen from the Gan Detachment.

Without blinking, he performed a rapid-fire firing of thirty rounds.

The two of them just adjusted the angle of the muzzle, and there were two soldiers beside them who helped them put the shells into the barrel in an orderly manner.

A minute later, they had used up all their mortar shells, sixty in total.

People who were not at the scene, just by hearing the sound of the artillery shells exploding, would have thought there was an artillery company here.

Who would have thought that this was the grand scene created by two mortars.

The sound of mortar explosions finally stopped.

It wasn't that they didn't want to continue fighting, it was because all the shells around them had been used up.

At this moment, Captain Zhou already felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.

Aren’t you guys being too wasteful? These are already my shells!

Think about the time when they were in Jiangxi, these two hundred artillery shells were enough for them to fight for several years.

Now asking the two of them to fire sixty shells a minute, how could he not feel distressed.

Alas! These artillerymen are good, and their artillery skills are impeccable.

When a war breaks out, too many artillery shells are wasted, and I can’t afford to support my troops.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers carrying artillery shells behind them were still more than a hundred meters away from them.

From a distance, they saw their own Captain Zhou looking at them with a worried look on his face.

They thought the regiment commander was disgusted with them and had stopped the mortars from being used, so they ran even harder.

They didn't hear their leader at all, silently shouting in their hearts: Don't come over here...

Just when the shelling stopped, it appeared.

The Japanese soldiers who were not killed in the explosion crawled up one after another and tried to find new cover.

Unexpectedly, four chains of fire formed by Browning M1919 heavy machine guns swept towards them again.

The Japanese soldiers were also not ambiguous. While reminiscing about the cherry blossoms in their hometown, they danced wildly under the whip of fire chains.

After a thousand rounds of heavy machine gun bullets swept through, Company Commander Xu and the soldiers of the Death Squadron had rushed to the wreckage of the Japanese truck.

"Suddenly..."

The soldiers of the regiment on the hillside saw Captain Xu and his men and started to show their power.

No matter whether these Japanese devils lying down are alive or dead.

Anyway, just aim at their heads and fire a few short bursts of fire first.

From time to time, there were Japanese devils pretending to be dead, trying to get up and fight the Eighth Route Army.

Without exception, they were all "beaten up" by the suicide squad's submachine guns.

The main forces of their regiment followed behind and rushed up.

Shui Lianzhu had a sharp bayonet on his body, and he re-stabbed the bayonet on each of the fallen Japanese soldiers.

After defeating this group of Japanese invaders, Captain Zhou's men began to advance forward quickly again.

Whatever the captured or not captured, whoever wants it can take it. There is no fun in fighting the Japanese.

Besides, Brother Nine is a righteous man.

The battle here had just ended when Brother Nine, who was behind them, came to deliver submachine gun bullets to them.

It is no wonder that the Eighth Route Army soldiers were the most creative.

Their suicide squads were advancing in the front, and the soldiers behind were not idle either.

They reloaded their comrades' empty magazines with bullets one by one.

At this time, the ammunition of the Eighth Route Army on the hillside was also carried up to them.

They loaded their guns while observing the battle below.

Before they could rush down to help, the fighting below had already stopped.

The team leader on the mountain is still wondering!

What happened to Captain Zhou today? Is his life going to be miserable from now on?

The shells fired as if they had an artillery company.

The Japanese soldiers were immediately covered with firepower.

You are so good, Old Zhou. You usually don’t show off, but you actually have so many good things hidden.

Look, look, they still have so many heavy machine guns.

They watched as the Japanese soldiers at the foot of the hill were beaten into pieces by their heavy machine guns.

It seems that this heavy machine gun uses a short ammunition belt of 250 rounds.

In these two minutes, sixty artillery shells and a thousand heavy machine gun bullets were used up just like that?

Who approved all these ammunition for him? Why is there no more in our group?

This won't do. We are all in the same brigade. Why should the brigade commander favor some over others in terms of ammunition?

After this battle is over, I must go find the brigade commander and ask him everything clearly.

Then his eyes became even redder, because the machine gun had just stopped and Captain Xu's submachine gun started to work again.

He rushed down the hillside with his comrades. He wanted to have a good talk with Lao Zhou.

Besides, there is no point in defending now, as the vanguard of the entire Japanese convoy has been wiped out by them.

He went down and grabbed Captain Zhou, wanting to ask him what was going on.

Captain Zhou seemed to already know what he was going to ask him, and spoke directly to the point.

"The mortars and heavy machine guns were all loaned to me by Brother Jiu from Gan's detachment.

The heavy machine gun bullets and mortar shells were also given to us for free.

The submachine gun was taken off someone's body and given to me.

Don't be greedy. Without bullets, these submachine guns are just scrap metal.

It is better to use a Hanyang rifle with a bayonet or a machete.

Don't be envious of these mortar gunners. They consume too many shells, and our Eighth Route Army can't afford them."

The team leader asked him without any embarrassment.

"Why are you running? Don't you want these spoils? This is not like your style, Old Zhou."

Commander Zhou said: "No, no, all the spoils belong to your regiment.

What Brother Nine said was right. What is killing the devils?

This is a great merit that allows you to have a separate page in the family tree.

Okay, I won’t talk to you anymore. If I continue, the Japs will be killed by the people in front.”

After saying this, Captain Zhou went to chase his main force without even looking back.

The regiment commander looked at the soldiers beside him, his eyes were full of fiery enthusiasm!

"First Battalion, Second Battalion, follow me to support the main force in fighting the Japs.

The Third Battalion will stay behind to defend the position and clean up the battlefield. All the spoils will be divided into two parts, one for Commander Zhou. "

Then the wailing voice of the third battalion commander was heard, "Oh why is it me again!"

The first and second battalion commanders looked at each other and immediately called their subordinates.

They headed back towards the mountain road without looking back.