Show the sword, start from the guerrillas

Anyone who can serve as a commander in the Beishan Detachment must be a good shooter. After all, the first requirement for promotion is to have military merits and a record of killing the enemy.

Although Luo Zhaodi was only a platoon leader in the detachment and didn't seem to be well-known, he also joined the army from Beiyue District and followed the army all the way south, fighting one battle after another! It can be said that these squad leaders of the quick reaction company are all ruthless people who can slash with swords on horseback and accurately snipe when dismounted. Even when riding on a horse, they can still hit the half-body target at 200 meters with a % hit rate!

Therefore, even when facing four times more Japanese soldiers, Luo Zhaodi was not afraid. Instead, he kept a cool head and steady hands.

"Be calm, stay calm, and pay attention to your breathing rhythm..." Luo Zhaodi shouted, and his hands were not idle. He raised his semi-automatic rifle and shot two shots at the chest of a Japanese soldier who had just luckily passed through the minefield. That's right, two shots, this is to ensure a stable kill of this Japanese soldier! Even if the Japanese soldier is only more than 100 meters away from them...

Boom, boom, boom... On the village wall, the heavy machine guns kept roaring, white steam was coming out of the cold water barrels, and three canvas ammunition belts were emptied, but they still failed to stop the Japanese attack.

And with the continuous clanging sounds, the bulletproof shield of the heavy machine gun has blocked at least 10 fatal bullets for the machine gunner.

But even so, the soldiers of the heavy machine gun squad still insisted on staying here, constantly suppressing the fire, and occasionally killing one or two unlucky devils. And just to the west of the heavy machine gun position, a soldier with his face painted with black ash and tree sap camouflage was half-crouching behind a stone, with the muzzle of the gun extended sideways, constantly looking for a target.

He is the sniper in the third row, holding a semi-automatic precision marksman rifle, which is specially used to protect the heavy machine gun.

He kept scanning the battlefield, and when he saw a Japanese soldier holding a grenade launcher, or a Japanese soldier raising his hand to measure the distance, he fired two bullets without hesitation. It was also because of his presence that the heavy machine gun could fire continuously for so long without being knocked out by the Japanese grenade launcher.

"I'm going to kill you..." Although the Japanese suffered many casualties, they attacked very resolutely. Even some of the Japanese recruits were aroused by some kind of attribute and became violent.

I saw these Japanese soldiers holding Type 38 rifles with gleaming bayonets hanging on the muzzles, wading through the minefield recklessly, braving the hail of bullets, and running straight towards the back ditch to launch a surprise attack.

Minefield... Well, due to time constraints, the third platoon was unable to arrange more complex directional mines, and only hastily buried a few mines and hung a few grenades to trigger mines. Such a minefield has a deterrent effect far greater than killing the enemy! But the devils were crazy and didn't care about life and death, so such a minefield had very limited supplementary effects on the entire battle.

In the back ditch, the soldiers were not scared when they saw the Japanese soldiers rushing over with the intention of fighting with bayonets, and they did not even plan to fight with the Japanese soldiers. There were only soldiers holding submachine guns, and bullets spewed out with a bang. Blood flowers suddenly burst out of the Japanese soldiers' bodies... Well, they could not rush over at all!

Of course, this does not mean that the third platoon had no casualties. In fact, when the comrades of the third platoon advanced more than 100 meters and fired to attract the Japanese, some soldiers were hit by the Japanese's counterattack and fell to the ground. Now they are lying in the house in the village. Yes, the militiamen risked their lives to carry them back from the battlefield. Fortunately, they were carried back. After bandaging their wounds, they still have hope of survival. If they were not carried back, the Japanese would attack now and would not mind shooting the comrades again.

As time went on, the battle continued, and the casualties of the third platoon increased from two at the beginning to eight now, which made Luo Zhaodi's heart throb. But the Japanese did not retreat, and no one had the time to care about the wounded and the sacrificed comrades. All they could do was pick up the weapons that their comrades had abandoned and continue fighting.

"Company commander, look, the Japanese are attacking Hougou..." Just as the sun was setting and the sky was filled with sunset glow, Huyan Bao finally led his men to the mountain road on the north side of Hougou.

The soldiers saw the Japanese soldiers besieging Hougou from a distance, and while reporting to Hu Yanbao, they divided into three battle groups, heading east, south, and southeast. The three platoon leaders of the first company saw clearly that the Japanese soldiers on the mountain road were basically dead, and they just needed to go over and shoot them.

The most important thing at the moment is to quickly eliminate the devils attacking the back ditch! That's why two platoons went south and southeast, aiming to attack these devils. The comrades heading east, on the other hand, had to rush directly to the corner to cut off the devils' retreat!

In the north, Hu Lanzhou, who was still shooting back and forth with the devils, had received reinforcements from the reconnaissance company, which suddenly had more than 100 new soldiers. These new soldiers did not even have time to catch their breath, and each of them looked for cover and opened fire on the devils at the foot of the mountain.

Therefore, the Japanese who were able to confront the north just now suddenly felt the pressure, but had no intention of retreating. In fact, after this period of fighting, there were not many Japanese left here. It would be good if there were 300 who could fight.

In the south, Huyan Bao led the first company of the main regiment, so their strength was naturally very strong!

When these soldiers came from the west, the Japanese actually felt something was wrong! The Japanese were not stupid. They looked sideways and saw more than a hundred soldiers running from afar, which was much more than the few soldiers they had left! Therefore, the Japanese actually chose the craziest way at this critical moment.

"Everyone, attack the village in the south... load..." A Japanese officer took the lead, and the Japanese soldiers followed blindly. The remaining one hundred or so Japanese, under the pressure of a company, chose to launch a desperate charge towards the back ditch!
The devils made the right choice. As long as they rushed to the back ditch and killed Luo Zhaodi and his men, they would have a chance of survival. Otherwise, even if they fled eastward, they would not be able to escape the pursuit of the Eighth Route Army! After all, the Eighth Route Army was more familiar with the terrain. To the east was also a mountainous rocky ridge with a river in the middle, so it was not easy to run eastward.

"Haha, our main force is here, and the Japs are going crazy! Comrades, fight back, hit them hard, light machine guns, heavy machine guns, fire at the Japs, don't be afraid of wasting bullets! Where are the submachine guns? Fire, fire hard... Militia, get your grenades ready..." Luo Zhaodi's voice was hurried, and it could be seen how excited he was at the moment.

He knew that as long as he could take the lives of these desperate devils, he would surely win this battle! (End of this chapter)