Xu Dayong and the others were leaning against a ditch and panting. They looked at the setting sun in the west and smiled silently.

The dozen or so Japanese soldiers behind him were clenching their teeth tightly, probably because they were beating them so hard that they could hear squeaking sounds from far away. Among them, the word "Baga" was used the most.

It's not that the few people didn't want to rush to the meeting point, but unfortunately when they retreated, the Japanese seemed to know what they were thinking, and they divided themselves into several Japanese to outflank them from the west.

In desperation, Xu Dayong could only retreat towards the south.

The Japs did not hear the laughter of Xu Dayong and the others, otherwise they would never have advanced so rashly.

There is no doubt that Xu Dayong and the others are veterans, the kind of veterans who have survived several battles.

No matter which country's military there is, they all understand that they are not afraid of veterans crying, but they are afraid of veterans laughing.

Because when a veteran laughs, it means that he is ready to risk his life, and the lethality of a life-threatening veteran cannot be compared to the enthusiasm of a few recruits.

Xu Dayong didn't speak, just stared at Haisheng.

Hai Sheng lay down in a shallow pit and stared at the Japanese soldiers in front, "It's hard to say, there is less than 10% chance that I will survive. Don't worry, if I go back alive, I will ask Chief Li to set up a stone monument for you guys.

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The big man grinned and gasped, "It would be nice to have the Czech ones in the car. I can change at least five or six of them. The big plate of chicken feels really awkward. But it would be nice if there was a stone monument. By the way, I

My name is Niu Dading, so don’t spell it wrong!”

Another living Hebei man answered, "Zhao Fugui, from Handan."

The cripple is lame, but he is still alive. "Our regiment was tricked by those bastards from the Central Army. Alas, we are all going to die. I can't care less. My name is Zhang Bao'er. Hum, you can laugh if you want."

Bar!"

Haisheng nodded slightly, "I've written it all down, Brother Xu, let's make arrangements."

Xu Dayong's expression became serious, "Big man, you and Meng Hulu (Zhao Fugui) are running fast, keep an eye on the west, there are a few trees blocking it, just fight and retreat, it's best not to let the Japanese touch you.

, if it doesn’t work, just throw a grenade to say hello.”

After saying that, four grenades were handed to the two of them, and the two of them ducked and turned to the west.

"Haisheng, you should move freely. If you can't, just find an opportunity to run away."

Hai Sheng hugged his pole, nodded to Xu Dayong, and ran towards the small slope behind him.

Finally, Xu Dayong looked at the lame man.

"Okay, we're not new recruits. I know your arrangement. We'll just hang out with the Japs here. If you kill one of them, you'll get enough money. If you kill both of them, you'll earn one!"

So the two of them were separated by more than thirty meters, lying on the edge of the ditch, aiming at the Japanese in the distance.

The Japanese stopped five hundred meters away and were distributing ammunition. A sergeant was pointing at the ditch in front. Several people in the distance were setting up machine gun bunkers to clear the firing range. Fortunately, only one crooked one was left.

The handle can only suppress one direction.

After the machine gun was set up, the sergeant led eight or nine Japanese soldiers, forming a line of skirmishers more than ten meters apart and maneuvering closer.

The other four Japs tried to outflank them from the west, because there was a small river to the east, the Japs didn't know the depth, and no one was willing to wade directly across the river in such a cold weather.

There was a "bang" gunshot, and a Japanese infantryman was hit in the chest. In an instant, there was more air coming in and less air coming out. The other Japanese soldiers hurriedly fell down, and the machine guns immediately started shooting at the position where they had just fired.

Hai Sheng was not a sergeant who didn't want to kill the Japs, but the sergeant was hunched over and hiding behind another Japs, running erratically, and the distance was too far, making it difficult to hit the enemy.

Even the shot just now had an element of confusion. After all, it was already close to 500 meters.

The Japanese didn't panic, and while Hai Sheng was suppressed, they continued to maneuver forward, and did not stop until they had traveled more than a hundred meters.

Then the Japanese machine gunner shouldered the machine gun and maneuvered forward with another Japanese sub-shooter.

The Japanese infantrymen in front fired at the possible hiding places around Haisheng in front, covering the advance of the machine guns.

"Damn, this little guy has really good physical strength. After chasing for so long, he can still run so fast while carrying such a big guy. It seems like he really has to answer here today."

The lame man knew that his marksmanship was at a level of 100 meters. He was just lucky to be able to hit at 200 meters, and the Japanese were still more than 300 meters away from them.

He couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Haisheng's position behind him, feeling slightly jealous.

It was almost 500 meters away just now, let alone 450 meters away. Is this kid an animal? He can hit from such a distance!

It's not like I haven't seen this guy fire before, but most of them were at a position of about 300 meters. This time, he was directly close to the effective range of a formal rifle.

As expected, the good thing about marksmanship is that you can get along anywhere, and it's safe. You don't have to be used as cannon fodder, and you have to hide from a distance in a war to shoot enemies.

Thinking of this, he decided to give it a try. He opened the ruler made in Hanyang in his hand, pushed it to the position of 300 meters, measured the distance with his thumb, and pointed it at the main Japanese shooter who was preparing to set up the machine gun. He estimated the wind speed and held his breath while concentrating.

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"boom!"

Three Japs fell instantly, and the lame man was a little confused.

"Is the labor gunman possessed?"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Da da da!"

Only when gunshots came from the side and in front did he realize that they were Czech-style and Hanyang-made gunshots.

Is this...reinforcements coming?

He knew very well that as long as the Japanese machine gun was set up just now, the next wave of Japanese charges would be difficult to deal with, unless Hai Sheng behind could kill the Japanese machine gunner and assistant shooter at the same time.

A lot of people gathered not far away. It looked like there were at least 70 or 80 people. The lame man was a little puzzled. The reinforcements came so quickly?

But the feeling of surviving the disaster is really good!

The person who came was none other than the company led by Li Jinglin. Although not all of the company were veterans, few of the company selected from several hundred people were new recruits.

Originally, Li Jinglin and his men were marching towards the town, but they didn't see any signs of fighting along the way, so they felt a little panicked.

It wasn't until he was halfway there that he vaguely heard gunshots coming from the south. Without saying a word, he rushed over with his broken army company.

Only when the gunshots became clearer and clearer did they discover the Japanese.

It's just that the Japanese didn't care about their body and concentrated on pursuing the front, and Li Jinglin was not polite to the Japanese.

"Tietou, Erxiao, you two follow me to kill the ten Japs in front. Glasses, you lead your platoon to go around and block the four Japs who are outflanking you. Remember! Don't get close, just give me the shooting range.

Keep it at a distance of 300 meters. Anyway, we are not afraid because there are many people, and the bullets are enough, and the consumption will kill the opponent."

Sure enough, the first wave of strikes killed three Japs. Although the hit rate was miserable, Li Jinglin had always believed in the tactic of intensive delivery of firepower.

What can be solved with bullets will never be solved with human lives!

Labor and management now have hundreds of rifles. No matter how miserable their accuracy is, they can still be used as machine guns, and they can also blind a few.
Chapter completed!