The light and heavy machine guns fired at each other, and the attacking Japanese were shot down one by one! Twelve light machine guns and two heavy machine guns roared crazily in the face of a large number of skilled Japanese.

The Japanese roared and launched a crazy attack with ferocious faces, and dense bullets flew and hit the cave wall, as dense as falling raindrops.

The fighting continued crazily. As the Japanese were being shot and killed one by one, brothers were also shot one by one by Japanese bullets.

The battle lasted for eight hours, with seven of the twelve light machine guns remaining and the two heavy machine guns still roaring.

The sharp decrease in firepower in the Tiger's Mouth Cave gave the Japanese hope! The attack became even more fierce.

The fighting continued until dark, and the Japanese had no intention of stopping their attack. The entire battlefield was filled with corpses of Japanese soldiers, piled up like a mountain! Blood flowed down the mountain like a stream along the hard rocks.

The thick smoke and pungent smell of blood stimulated the nerves of both sides! The fighting had numbed the brothers who were still alive, such as Ma Xiaojun.

Until the sun went down and the Japanese began to retreat with more than half of their casualties again, Ma Xiaojun and the others did not stop shooting.

After the Japanese retreated, the Japanese commander discovered that there was a whole group of more than 1,500 imperial warriors, with more than 1,000 casualties.

Let the captain grit his teeth! Continue the harassment tactics and wait for the dawn of the next day.

It's not that the Japanese didn't want to attack again. During the 14 hours of continuous attacks, the entire regiment took turns taking turns for half an hour! They had already attacked 28 times.

The Imperial warriors were so exhausted that many Imperial warriors sat down on the ground after retreating.

This is a battle of courage and will, a fight to the death by the Empire's warriors at the expense of human sea tactics.

The cost of casualties was heavy, but he believed that there were not many Eighth Route Army soldiers left in Hukou Cave.

The remnants of the Eighth Route Army in Hukou Cave made the Japanese admire them sincerely! The Eighth Route Army soldiers on the opposite side were real soldiers and real warriors! And they were powerful warriors.

The fighting will of this group of Eighth Route Army soldiers was extremely terrifying, so terrifying that the Japanese were frightened, and because of their fear, they had to eliminate all the remaining Eighth Route Army soldiers at all costs.

This is the elite, the real elite of the Eighth Route Army.

This is the evaluation and positioning of Ma Xiaojun and the others by the Japanese who surrounded the entire mountain during the entire offensive.

They are worthy of respect when they encounter strong but temperless enemies! They are also the existence that forces the Japanese to bow their heads.

"According to the firepower situation in the past two days, the remaining Eighth Route Army troops in Hukou Cave now have less than eight troops. For the Imperial Warriors, tomorrow is already the final battle." said the staff officer of the Second Regiment of the Japanese Brigade.

"Xinxi! This is a respectable opponent. I ordered you to carry out harassment attacks in small groups, and wait until dawn tomorrow to launch an all-out attack.

Let’s have the last decisive battle.” the Japanese commander ordered.

"Hey!" the Japs Regiment staff officer stood at attention.

Just as the Japanese expected, there are currently less than eight Eighth Route Army soldiers alive in the cave.

Ma Xiaojun, Zhao Bangchui, Wang Chengzhu, the platoon leader, the old squad leader who had beaten Songhu, Dagazi, and Sanxizi who played the suona, a total of seven people.

The brothers who died in battle were all laid out in the cave, their bodies lined up neatly, like a queue.

But they are quiet.

Ma Xiaojun and his brothers each held a bottle of sweet potato roast, opened the bottle and drank silently. At this moment, they were extremely tired and had no more words to say.

Ma Xiaojun had a cold face, and one person threw a pack of cigarettes over the other. The other person held a piece of mule meat fished out of the pot.

If a mule is killed, the meat of the mule will not be eaten by the brothers.

"Play a song to send me off to the brothers! Play at the entrance of the cave and play some sad music for the Japanese." Ma Xiaojun took a sip of wine and looked at San Xizi.

"Okay!" Sanxizi stood up and walked to the entrance of the cave.

He stood at the entrance of the cave, covering his body, and leaned out of the trumpet.

The trumpet of the suona faced the eastern night sky, and two wah-wah sounds broke the silence.

These two sounds penetrated the jungle and the void, penetrated the battlefield and reached the ears of the Japanese.

This is the cry of a child, this is joy and sorrow.

At the moment when the mournful and desolate sound of the suona pierced the sky with cries, the Japanese camp suddenly became quiet, and they all looked at the battlefield piled with blood and flesh.

All the Japanese officers looked at him solemnly.

Wow wow! Wow wow wow...

The setting sun, the desolate music played in the empty night sky! It makes people feel painful and desolate, and it is even more lonely and empty than this dark night.

Everything was still! There was only the sound of the suona piercing the void.

The Japanese who attacked and harassed the small group did not fire a shot! They did not attack, they only listened to such desolate music in the empty night.

It touches the heartstrings of every soldier, whether it belongs to the Japanese or to the comrades, or to the souls of those who have fallen in battle.

After the song, Ma Xiaojun's face was filled with tears! At this moment, Ma Xiaojun could no longer bear the torment in his heart and burst into tears.

The brothers also burst into tears, and all the Japanese were silent and weeping after the song. They thought of their former imperial comrades, the cherry blossoms in their hometown, and their mother.

The suona music fell, and the Japanese camp was reminded of the singing! The singing was poignant and filled with sadness.

The Japanese song "Cherry Blossom!" rang out in the Japanese camp, and everyone sang together, breaking the silence once again.

The Japanese are also crying and shedding tears!

Ma Xiaojun burst into laughter while crying, and the sniper rifle in his hand pulled the trigger at this moment.

The harassing small groups of attacking Japanese have begun to move in.

Snapped!

The sound of gunfire echoed clearly on the battlefield, and a Japanese soldier was shot down by the Japanese soldiers singing.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

The sound of gunfire echoed, sparsely disturbing the night! The Japanese fell one by one under Ma Xiaojun's sniper fire.

The Japanese fired gun after gun, and the sound of gunfire was also very sparse! As if there was a tacit understanding, the harassing and attacking Japanese stood up one by one and launched attacks one by one, but here Ma Xiaojun was the only one shooting and fighting alone.

Snapped!

Snapped!

The Japanese bullet passed through the shooting hole and hit the cave wall! Ma Xiaojun had already moved away from here and fired a shot at another shooting hole to kill the Japanese.

One after another, one shot after another!

The singing of the Japs stopped, and a small group of Japs on the battlefield were also killed by Ma Xiaojun.

The second wave of Japanese soldiers launched an attack, also a small team! At this moment, Ma Xiaojun's magazine was stuck again.

The gunfire from the Japanese became more intense, and they began to run and attack two by two, shooting.

Snap!

Snap! Snap!

The gunshots echoed, and the Japanese fell down one by one! Looking back, Wang Chengzhu and the others were already lying down to sleep.

They believed that the captain could handle the harassment attack by a small group of Japanese soldiers. This was their confidence in Ma Xiaojun and Ma Xiaojun's confidence in himself.

This was also Ma Xiaojun's order. He was responsible for it all by himself! All night long.

The battle continued, and the moonlight moved! Until dawn came, the Japanese had left nearly a hundred casualties and dozens of corpses.

"Yeah, give it..."

"Yeah, give it..."

"Yeah, give it..."

The roar of the Japanese battlefield commander broke the dawn, and the sword was drawn out to pierce the night sky, ushering in the third sunrise of the attack day.

Wang Chengzhu and the others jumped up, machine guns spitting flames in their hands again.

At this moment, Ma Xiaojun sat down on the ground, listening to the crazy roar of the machine gun.

Chug tug tug...

Chug tug tug...

Chug tug tug...
Chapter completed!