Bright Sword: Take down the devil stronghold at the beginning

Chapter 39

The correspondent came over and said, "Regiment commander, brigade commander's phone number."

"I see."

Li Yunlong ran over and answered the phone.

"Li Yunlong, are the blocking positions ready?"

"Report to the brigade commander, it's completed."

"Let me tell you, the troops have already started the attack an hour ago, and the support from the Japs is expected to begin soon. You are not allowed to drop the chain. Before our ambush is completed, if a Japs come over, don't I blame you for taking your head."

"Don't worry, brigade commander. If a kid passes by my defense area, I will give you my head myself without you having to do anything."

"Okay, you must be more careful."

"Yes."

The brigade commander hung up the phone, and Li Yunlong went down for a inspection.

The soldiers held the position well.

The Japanese entered the encirclement, and the brothers closed the encirclement and beat the dogs.

"Hey, Captain, we are surrounded. We need tactical guidance."

"Ono-kun, how many people ambushed you?"

"Report to the regiment leader, at least one division of the Eighth Route has surrounded us, and the opponent's attack is very fierce."

"Ono-kun, hold on, I will send troops to support you immediately."

"Okay, we can hold on for at least three days."

"Okay, please be careful."

"Hi."

After the Japanese received the news, they immediately sent troops to support them.

At the same time, in their view, this is also an opportunity, an opportunity to eliminate the effective forces of the Eighth Route Army.

The opportunity has been presented, but we don't know who will take advantage and who will suffer.

Japanese support came from all directions.

However, the heads of the headquarters have all predicted these situations, and the blocking troops have been waiting for a long time.

The rumble of artillery fire sounded.

The bullets flew through the air, making a sharp, piercing sound.

Whizzing.

Some bullets collided with flesh, bringing out bright flowers of blood.

"Everybody, duck, duck."

A voice shouted, but on the battlefield where the war was raging, the sound transmission effect was not great.

But that doesn't matter, the Eighth Route Army soldiers are very familiar with combat.

Facing the bombardment from artillery, everyone hid in the dug anti-gun holes.

After several rounds of bombing, the artillery fire stopped.

The soldiers quickly walked out of the shell-proof holes and entered the trenches to prepare.

"Everyone, wait for my signal and let the Japanese come closer before fighting."

A big man wearing a hat yelled.

The soldiers were hiding in the trenches, and the little devil was holding a gun and advancing towards the position.

After seeing the Japanese approaching, the big man ordered, "Hit me." After saying this, he took the lead and started shooting.

The soldiers opened fire and attacked. After the little devil was attacked, he immediately lay down and looked for cover.

The little devil fired back, and the gun flew freely across the land.

It has no good or evil, no consideration. The soldiers fell to the ground bleeding after being shot, and the same happened to the little devil after being shot.

On the battlefield, there is nothing but killing. Kill all the enemies in front of you before you give up.

After fighting for a while, because the Eighth Route Army soldiers were protected by trenches and took the lead in attacking, they clearly had the upper hand.

Following the Japs' orders, all the little Japs who were still alive retreated.

The attack was over.

The Japs were repulsed, but it was not over for the soldiers.

"Come here, escort the wounded down."

The soldiers moved their hands and quickly carried down the injured comrades around them.

"Hygiene, health worker, come here quickly and save Xiao Wu."

A soldier shouted, placing his hands on a wounded man.

But the effect was not great, blood surged out like a fountain and was not stopped at all.

"Hygienist, where is the hygienist?"

The soldier couldn't stop crying.

But it is a pity that the resources of the Eighth Route Army are very scarce, and there are too few cherished personnel such as health workers.And medicines are also in very short supply.

After shouting for a long time, someone finally ran over.

You can tell by the sweat on his face that he is tired.

"Get out of the way, let me see."

The soldier who shouted quickly got out of the way.

The hygienist ran over and knelt down to take a look.

There was too much blood flow, and a small bubble had already formed under his body.

The hygienist first looked at the wound carefully, then stretched out his hand to pull his eyelids and looked at the wounded man's pupils.

The hygienist stood up with a sad face.

"already dead."

"What, how could Xiao Wu die? Hygienist, I beg you, just try."

The soldier held the health worker's hand and begged deeply.

The hygienist was very reluctant to give up on this result, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was just a hygienist, not a god, and there was nothing he could do to save the situation.

The hygienist shook his head and ran to the next place.

There are other injured people who need help and need his help.

After the health worker left, the soldier looked at the corpse of his comrade-in-arms, weeping silently.

The soldiers around him were equally sad.

"You bastard little devil, I, you, are the first person."

The soldiers cursed, only blood can avenge blood.

(End of this chapter)