"If the Japanese don't retreat, it will be difficult for them to get out alive! Aren't you three here to die?" a platoon leader said with a smile.

"It's better for you to die than the three of us! In the past, hundreds of us beat dozens of Japs and they couldn't lift their heads from being beaten. Now we're going to let the Japs have a taste of this." Zhao Bangchui grinned and showed a row of signs.

of big teeth.

‘Only we can use my escape card! If the Japanese really fight us when we come here, we will really die again.’ Ma Xiaojun secretly said.

However, Ma Xiaojun didn't say anything, and by the same token, if he stayed, he would die! If he could live, he would naturally want to live. It would be best if he could keep a few people alive at the last moment.

It's a matter of life and death, this is the point of the war! No one will care anymore.

"Watch carefully, and kill the enemy when they show up! Get your flashlight ready, blow one up and put another one in.

Protect your lighting at night!

Shining the enemy's sight can affect their design level." Ma Xiaojun ordered.

Snapped!

A Japanese soldier who raised his head was shot, and the clear sound of a bullet breaking the Japanese soldier's helmet was heard on the battlefield.

This devil's head was definitely blown.

"You still dare to show your face. The longer the Japs delay, the better it is for us! The ammunition in our hands can be used sparingly. If we go on like this, we can kill the Japs and the entire brigade one by one." The second platoon leader said, biting a bullet in his mouth.

Bullets! The shell casings in the gun chamber were pushed out by him.

"The captain's gun is a repeating rifle, and it must be a repeating rifle! The Japanese can't escape even if they hold their heads, haha..." A brother laughed.

"How about we switch?" Ma Xiaojun said.

"Forget it, captain, we don't have as impressive a marksmanship as you! It's a waste to give it to us. We aim and shoot each one, and it's comfortable to use without wasting bullets." The brother waved his hands and grinned.

"You kid still knows! Look at the Japs loading ammunition. I've been fighting for so many years, but this time I had a great time with the Japs." said a platoon leader.

"Isn't it the platoon leader who is going to fight to the death anyway!?" A brother shouted with a smile.

Ma Xiaojun looked at it, and he was very impressed in his heart! The martyrs were so tenacious and had such a fighting spirit.

This is a force with faith. If it were not a force under the leadership of the Communist Party! If it had been another force, it would have turned traitor long ago, right?

A truly patriotic leader, with unyielding will and belief! The country's hatred for the enemy nation can only lead to death for you and me.

Never surrender!

This is the spirit of the leadership of the Communist Party! When the sun rises in the east, it is the purpose of the Communist Party to create a peaceful life.

The people are one body, one is the fish and the other is the water.

For the country, the people, the family, and a peaceful world.

Soldiers are the soldiers of the people, soldiers of the common people! The Eighth Route Army is the soldiers of the people. They are armed and carry the working people and the hope of the entire Chinese people.

Country and honor and disgrace, peace and prosperity.

Ma Xiaojun is a soldier. The word "Chinese soldier" has been engraved in his bones in his past and present lives. This is his mission.

Ma Xiaojun's thoughts wandered far away, and he took a deep breath! He smiled at his brothers: "Fighting to the last moment is our mission! We also want the Japanese to see that we Chinese soldiers can also fight."

If we grow up and get the same weapons! It will be harder than reaching the sky to defeat us."

Snapped!

Boom!

The sound of a flashlight bulb exploding.

"Damn it, the Japs' marksmanship is really not good! If I didn't react quickly, the exploded lamp head could hurt me." The brother holding the flashlight cursed.

Snapped!

On the battlefield in the distance, a Japanese soldier was shot in the head! The Japanese 38-meter rifle in his hand had white smoke coming out of its muzzle.

"That's that Japs. He's a good marksman! I've avenged you. You guys don't have enough eyesight to keep staring at the battlefield! I won't blow your head off next time." A brother next to him cursed.

"I just hung around a little more! Damn it, how many Japs did you find!?" the brother responded.

Bang bang bang bang!

Four gunshots were fired in succession, and the brothers all knew that it was the captain who fired.

After Ma Xiaojun fired the bullets and moved to another shooting hole, he saw the dull sound of the four targets he found being hit by bullets.

"Japs with helmets and two running ones! They can all be killed without the captain having to take aim?" said the platoon leader Qiya in admiration.

"Aiming is so troublesome!? I can hit it with one shot without aiming at such a close distance. Why waste that time?" Ma Xiaojun said with a smile and no humility.

"That's a magical skill! Damn, you still call it captain." Daniel answered.

Ma Xiaojun's smile immediately disappeared. He couldn't show off even if he was modest. He couldn't even be proud of himself.

"Now, Daniel, you have dampened the captain's interest. Look, the captain is lying down and not fighting now." Wang Chengzhu said.

"Zhuzi, please don't provoke me. Tigers also take naps! They will rest when it's time to rest." Ma Xiaojun lay down and took out a cigarette and lit it.

It is very enjoyable to lie down and smoke a cigarette, which can clear away the fatigue from the whole body! Ma Xiaojun is not a tough guy, and he still needs to slow down after fighting continuously for so long.

No one cared about where Ma Xiaojun's cigarette came from, and he rarely smoked! Wang Chengzhu and the others just laughed.

The mule meat is almost cooked, and the aroma is very strong! One person can eat a piece and feel full.

"People often say that you have to be well-fed until you die! I have eaten all the good things in my life in the past two days.

I have lived for more than thirty years, and I have eaten more meat in the past two days than I have eaten in all the years combined." An old soldier said with a satisfied look on his face.

"After we have eaten and drank, we will replace the brothers and wait until they have finished eating before we go to sleep." Ma Xiaojun ordered.

The brothers' hands were full of oil after eating, and some even licked their fingers! If it didn't make their stomachs feel uncomfortable, I would definitely eat half a pound again.

It would be a joke if we continue to fight until we die.

He rubbed his hands with mud, fetched a bucket of water to wash his hands, and then took over the defensive duties of the brothers who continued to fight against the Japanese.

The Japanese's cold guns would fire a few shots from time to time, so that the brothers would find the target and kill one or two.

The Japanese did not dare to move easily. They also wanted to wait for time! In order to use up the ammunition of the Eighth Route Army in Hukou Cave.

It's a pity that the Eighth Route Army is not a fool. They are accustomed to saving ammunition, so they prefer this style of play.

Field warfare, guerrilla warfare, and taking advantage of the enemy! This is the specialty of the Eighth Route Army. Otherwise, why would they move behind enemy lines and fight against the Japanese?

For the Eighth Route Army guerrillas, no one dares to claim to be second in terms of sabotage.

After the defensive brothers had eaten and drank enough, they took turns taking over and continued fighting! They had to fight the Japanese in a hunting battle all night.

Ma Xiaojun has already made arrangements. He is worried that his brothers will not be able to hold on! If there are too many Japanese, he will use machine guns to attack them. If there are too few Japanese, he will use rifles to attack them! Anyway, if the terrain is favorable to his side, it will be difficult for the Japanese to break through.

Unless the Japanese spend more than they can afford.

After all, Ma Xiaojun understands the Japanese rules very well. When one-third of a unit is lost in battle and the enemy still has enough fighting power, it is time to retreat.

If one-half is lost in battle, someone needs to be held responsible for the defeat.

After a good sleep, Ma Xiaojun and his brothers opened their eyes one after another at the moment the sun rose.

Bang bang bang...

Chug tug tug...

The battle at this moment became fierce.

"Two brothers died! They were killed by the Japanese sharpshooters. At dawn, a Japanese squadron launched an attack, one after another.
Chapter completed!