The dwarves in front are still some distance away from their temporary position. Logically speaking, they should continue shooting to consume more of the enemy's vitality before engaging the enemy in close combat.

Although it was not the best time to launch a counterattack, Makarov was naturally extremely anxious when he saw his instructor once again taking the lead in launching an attack.

He hurriedly threw the DP light machine gun in his hand next to the Yellow River, then shouted and picked up the Mosin Nagant with a four-edged bayonet and followed behind the instructor.

"Ula!"

Even though the number of people is much smaller than that of the Japanese, our own momentum is not lost at all.

The total length of the Japs' Type 38 spear is 128 centimeters, and with the bayonet installed, the total length is 166.3 centimeters. Even many Japs are not as tall as rifles. But the Mosin Nagant is longer than the Type 38 spear, almost 1.78 centimeters.

The length of meters makes it not afraid of any opponent's hand-to-hand combat.

The dwarfs all practiced bayonets hard, but sometimes hard training could not make up for their congenital defects. Facing the undernourished soldiers of the Republic of China, they could have an advantage when fighting with bayonets, and even outnumbered the enemy.

But at this moment, the shortcomings of their short stature were fully exposed in front of these Siberian men. With the shouts of killing reaching into the sky, the soldiers of the transport team rushed towards the Japanese with bayonets and light machine guns.

The instructor was the first to engage the enemy. He had no fear in the face of the cold bayonets of the dwarfs.

The engineer shovel held in his right hand was swung from bottom to top, not only blocking the Japanese soldier's bayonet thrust, but the huge force even made the Japanese lose his center of gravity. Seeing that the enemy was so vulnerable, the instructor revealed a murderous look.

Smiling, the TT34 pistol in his left hand fired a few bullets without hesitation.

After discovering that his colleagues were easily killed by the enemy, the Japanese who replaced him struck out a long-planned and hateful blow when the instructor had exhausted his old strength and had yet to regenerate his new strength.

The original tactic of the transport team was to fight alternately with cover in pairs, but the flag guard fell on the way to the charge.

But this attack still didn't work. Makarov behind the instructor had already rushed up.

At the critical moment when the bayonet was about to penetrate the instructor's body, Marklov's left hand holding the gun first exerted force, driving the gun head to the left to resist the Japanese bayonet. At the same time, his right hand followed closely and controlled the butt of the gun to move forward.

Right movement.

After a wave of operations, not only did they deflect the enemy's gun to help the instructor break the siege, but they also opened the door wide for the Japanese. Then the four-edged bayonet stabbed back and stabbed the dwarf's heart fiercely.

The rough and fierce bayonet came out of the body, and the knife pierced the Japanese heart directly.

The four corners and four blood grooves brought great pain to the not-yet-dead Japanese. His body kept twitching, and blood continuously poured out from the knife edge.

The dwarf used his last bit of strength to hold onto Makarov's gun, vomiting blood while speaking words that no one could understand.

But Makarov soon understood what this sentence meant, because a short and sturdy Japanese soldier came to his left front. Just when he wanted to pull out his bayonet to engage the enemy, the bayonet was caught by the not-dead soldier.

The dwarf clamped tightly.

The dwarf was still coughing up blood, but he showed a terrifying smile. He looked like an evil spirit trying to hold someone back before dying.

The stocky Japanese jumped up high when he was still more than two meters away from Makarov, with his bayonet pointed directly at his chest. This kind of person who jumps and stabs without saying a word on the battlefield is obvious at first sight.

A novice who has not had much practical experience.

Maybe he performed well on the training ground, but this kind of action left him with a lot of open doors and consumed his physical strength quickly. It can be said that it is unorganized.

If it was a one-on-one duel, Makarov was confident that he could kill him within five moves. But the weapon in his hand was temporarily unusable. Now facing such a rookie, he had no choice but to give up the rifle in his hand and dodge first.

Obviously this dwarf forgot that there was another person here. When he jumped up, the instructor rushed out from the side.

The engineer shovel in his hand hit the Japanese man's face heavily. The sharp shovel head instantly cut off a large piece of flesh on the man's face. The severe pain caused the dwarf to lose his fighting ability and half-knelt on the ground, screaming.

You can hear it even from a distance.

The instructor kicked the Japanese in the body and spat. He looked at the enemy with disdain, and then fired a bullet and sent him to fulfill his loyalty and filial piety to xx.

"Sokka, what a rubbish!"

The two people who rescued each other looked at each other and continued to attack the enemy.

Although the Japanese squadron has geographical advantages and firepower advantages, it must seek death on its own.

Obviously they could return home with a full load after completing the ambush battle step by step, but they charged with the fiercest firepower and engaged in melee combat with bayonets. This caused the transport team to fight back and forth with the Japanese for a while.

I saw that the bear-like Makarov relied on his strength and cooperated with the people around him to kill several of his subordinates.

The squadron leader was even more furious. He led a few Japanese soldiers up to him and ordered them to do everything possible to create a one-on-one space.

The Japanese squadron leader is now filled with regret. He did not expect that the defeated generals of his fathers would be so strong. Only the transportation team's fighting will was no worse than theirs, and the weapons, equipment and training level surprised him.
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His squadron suffered heavy losses. Even if all these enemies were captured, the best result would be no reward or punishment.

He was full of honor and bushido, but now he just wanted to cut off the head of the big man in front of him to avenge his shame.

Makarov stared intently at the enemy commander holding a samurai sword in front of him. Although he was not interested in the bullshit spirit that this group of dwarves believed in, he must have some real ability if he had the guts to come out and challenge him in a duel.

He assumed an attacking posture, with his left foot one step in front of his right foot, the toes facing forward, and the toes of his right foot facing the outside of the body. This stance is mainly to facilitate the use of force by both legs.

The Siberian tough man looked at the Japanese who were still probing and decided to attack first.

The pedaling force of his right foot and the thrust of his waist made him rush forward like a leopard, with his head arched and his back suddenly pushed forward with both arms.

But what Marklov didn't know was that the Japanese he was facing came from a family of samurai, and he often studied sword skills.

He saw the right moment, flicked his katana, and actually opened Makarov's bayonet, and then the samurai sword pierced Makarov's facade like a poisonous snake.

Facing such a tricky knife, Makarov's pupils shrank and he hurriedly dodged. However, the blade of the katana still cut through the clothes on his chest, and blood flowed out from the narrow wound.

After the winning blow was dodged, the Japanese squadron leader was not upset. Instead, he glanced at Makarov with interest.

This time it was the Japs who took the initiative to attack, facing the katana slashed from the left. Makarov had an idea, pulled his left hand back, and pushed his right hand forward. At the same time, he used his waist to drive his upper body to rotate, and quickly stepped forward with his right foot, allowing the entire body to move.

Bully the enemy.

When he opened the katana, the butt of the gun hit the Japanese on the head hard.

Makarov, who was famous for his strength, almost fainted after beating the Japanese. Just when the Japanese wanted to resist, the bayonet was inserted into his body.

After dealing with this enemy, Makarov shouted excitedly and went to help his comrades with murderous intent.

After discovering that their captain Yu was broken, the morale of the Japs was greatly affected. However, the Japs of this era were still able to exert considerable combat effectiveness even without the command of superiors.

Several squad leaders who had long since given up fighting with bayonets immediately ordered a change of tactics. The light and heavy machine guns maintained fire suppression, and the mortars and grenade launchers that had been silent for a while began to sound again.

The soldiers of the transport team faced such a fierce fire and suffered a surge in casualties. They could only fight and retreat trying to get back to the vicinity of the truck.

Huang He looked at the blood and broken limbs everywhere. He witnessed the comrades he had eaten with yesterday sacrificed in front of him. The bloody and chaotic battlefield made him see the cruelty of war.

The trembling body slowly calmed down at this time.

He quietly stuck his head out and observed the situation on the battlefield.

The soldiers of the transport team were severely injured and killed by the enemy's light and heavy machine guns. If something was not done, not many of them would be able to retreat.

He took a deep breath and picked up the DP light machine gun that Makarov threw aside.

As a normal man, he has a natural yearning for firearms. After traveling through time, he will feel refreshed from time to time.

But this was his first serious battle against the enemy. He suppressed the fear deep in his heart and held a light machine gun and fired at the enemy in the distance.

Fortunately, the magazine capacity of this light machine gun was large enough. If he replaced it with another light machine gun, it would not be enough for him. Although he did not kill the enemy, he did provide cover for Makarov and the others.

After the more than 30 rounds of bullets in the bullet tray were used up, he quickly retracted and replaced the bullet tray. It would take a skilled secondary shooter about eight seconds to complete it, and it took him more than 20 seconds to get started this time.

At this time, he was extremely anxious. His comrades were within the range of the enemy's machine guns, and some were killed every second.

He changed direction and fired at the enemy, but the enemy had already been prepared.

While pulling the trigger, an Arisaka rifle bullet hit him in the abdomen.

After being shot, Huang He was briefly distracted. He saw Makarov's grief-stricken face and the Japanese's arrogant expression. He endured the pain and shouted to vent his fear, while working hard to shoot bullets at the enemy.

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But another bullet hit his left shoulder. This time he couldn't even hold the gun and fell heavily beside the truck.

Huang He felt the flow of blood, and pain filled his brain. He felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and he could not open his eyes.

At this time, he heard a familiar voice!

Didi, didi, didi, didi, didi...

The loud charge horn sounded from the entrance of the canyon. When he heard the sound, Makarov instantly understood that reinforcements were coming. He grabbed the bright flag from the flagman's hand and stopped retreating at the same time.

"Davari, it's time to fight back! Ula!"
Chapter completed!