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Chapter 136, the exquisite egoist Yamamoto

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The bullets swished past the scalp, the sixth platoon leader Guo Zhang wiped the sand from his face, pulled a grenade string from his waist and threw it out.

There was a bang explosion, and the smoke and dust splashed up could cover it for a moment, reducing the pressure on our side.

The company commander died, and the instructor was seriously injured and comatose. Guo Zhang let the flow take its course and ended up in command.All the pressure was on him.

He has one year and seven months of experience in the army. He has fought dozens of battles, big and small, and he has encountered no matter how bad the situation is.

But carefully speaking, the situation is not as bad as today.

The enemies are all equipped with submachine guns, and the firepower is fierce.It's just that as soon as a dozen people attacked, there were more than soldiers who died without reacting.

Their company commander is one of them.

After more than two years of fighting, a man who could fight three devils with a bayonet was sacrificed just like that.

Guo Zhang felt aggrieved for their company commander when he thought about it, he was so wronged!

The instructor took command and ordered a counterattack against the enemy.

But before the panicked soldiers could be organized, they were hit in the cheek by a flying bullet, and half of their faces were smashed to pieces.

The deputy company commander had been vacant all the time, and Guo Zhang was the most experienced among the three platoon leaders. He remembered that Consultant Yuan had told them that the enemy had a special force equipped with submachine guns.

He remembered Advisor Yuan's evaluation at the time: The members of the Devil Special Forces are all good fighters, and they are all proficient in marksmanship, fighting and rock climbing.

If they work face to face, among the four infantry battalions of the New Second Regiment, the first, second and third battalions can fight the enemy - according to the position.

If it is attacked by surprise and loses the command of the system, then no battalion can avoid failure.

The enemy can easily destroy the headquarters and walk away.

An infantry battalion can't defeat the opponent, let alone an infantry company that was attacked by surprise.

Without hesitation, Guo Zhang chose to alternate cover and retreat.

However, the enemy bites too hard, and the tactical action of alternating cover cannot be achieved at all.

Only some people can be crucified here to cover the retreat of others.

Guo Zhang did not hesitate to choose to lead the team to stay. The enemy's powerful firepower confronted fiercely. In just a few minutes, the remaining nine soldiers sacrificed four more.

"Ammunition hand, ammunition hand, out of bullets!"

The barrels of the Czech light machine guns were flushed red, and several empty clips were scattered all over the place.

Guo Zhang glanced at it, and the ammunition hand had long been lying on the side without moving.Even counting myself, there are only three who are still alive.

Throwing the last grenade on his body, under the cover of the smoke and dust from the explosion, he scrambled to pick up the clip and approached the machine gunner.

"Old Liu, continue."

While reloading the magazine, machine gunner Lao Liu took the time to glance at him, "Have all the brothers withdrawn?"

Guo Zhang looked back, and couldn't even see a figure from behind: "It's just you and me, with..."

"Who are you with! Is it Old Wu?"

"No more, Lao Wu got down too, and we are the only ones left." Guo Zhang pulled the grenade from the body of the sacrificed comrade, pulled the string and threw it out.

The approaching enemy had no choice but to lie down again.

"You little devil, I'll fuck your grandma." Lao Liu suppressed the enemies with machine gun fire, and the bullets were accurate and hard, and the enemies nearby did not dare to show their faces easily.

He had already anticipated his own ending, and shouted: "Brothers, just withdraw, that is the moment when we may not see the death of General Devil."

"It's a big guy with his head off. Death is nothing. I use a grenade to lay down both of them. It's worth it!" Guo Zhang said quite boldly.

Those who participated in the Eighth Route Army were either unable to survive, or had blood feuds with the devils.

Guo Zhang is the latter.

The two are determined to survive, and they are still making the last resistance.

Maybe a grenade fell the next moment, and both of them would be reimbursed.

But it does not affect their efforts to kill the next enemy.

At this moment, the roar of the tank reached the ears of the two.

Guo Zhang glanced back, and shouted happily while fighting back: "Old Liu, our tank is here, maybe we don't have to die."

The rattling sound of the vehicle-mounted machine gun is so pleasant.The sound of the booming guns is so kind.

The shells landed on the rocks not far ahead, and the devils hiding behind were blown out by the air waves.

Guo Zhang was very excited, support came, and the devils were blocked.

Why doesn't Lao Liu speak?

He turned his head and saw that old Liu was lying on his back, the blood all over his face was gone.

"Damn, you son of a bitch, I'll fuck your grandma!"

All his comrades were sacrificed, and the angry Guo Zhang picked up the machine gun, pulled the trigger and fired wildly at the enemy.

As if to bless his anger on the bullets and destroy those enemies.

However, his enemies seem to be turning a blind eye to him.

Two burly steel behemoths were blocked on the road, one on the left and the other on the right.

There were four mm caliber machine guns in the car, which sprayed out four flames, suppressing Yamamoto's special forces team members.

The explosion brought by each tank gun can bring a lot of steel fragments and rubble.Hiding behind rocks is not always safe.

"tank!!!"

Yamamoto almost gritted his teeth and shouted.

The sudden appearance of the tank was completely unexpected.How can there be tanks on the Eight Routes?
Even if he wanted to break his head, he wouldn't understand.

Yamamoto led the special forces, and he had the courage to surprise an infantry regiment head-on, but there was not much to do with two tanks.

The bullets can penetrate the flesh, but they cannot penetrate the steel plate.

Without anti-tank guns, cluster grenades will only destroy the tracks of the tanks with the tonnage in front of them, and it is difficult to destroy the armor.

What's more, when you are the infantry behind the vehicle-mounted machine gun and tank, do you eat dry food?
There is nothing more stupid than using special forces to attack tanks.

"Retreat, tanks can't come in." Kazuki Yamamoto made a decisive decision and waved his hand to give the order to retreat to the mountains.

Accompanied by one shell after another, Yamamoto's special forces retreated neatly.

The sound of the guns gradually stopped, and the tank didn't try to chase after him. Yuan Lang opened the cover of the car and stuck his head out, and said to the soldiers behind, "Go and see personally, there are still jobs left?"

The hood of another tank was also opened, and the commander poked his head out and asked, "Advisor, did you just withdraw like this?"

When they came, they happened to meet the fighters of the Fourth Battalion who had retreated, and the commander was deeply impressed by their tragic situation.

Since Captain Li came, the New Second Regiment had never fought such a defeat.

The enemy is so fierce, will it retreat easily?
"That fellow Yamamoto is an egoist." Yuan Lang had studied this person before.

He explained: "His special forces team came out of the mountain, did they use their heads to deal with our tanks?
Knowing that opening the channel, the chance of rescue is very small.He wouldn't risk his well-trained special forces. "

In the eyes of Kazuki Yamamoto, the value of the special forces is far greater than that of a general.

The th Independent Mixed Brigade has no brigade commander, and can transfer a general from other places, or give a senior officer a promotion.

But if his special warfare team is completely lost, how can he prove that the special warfare theory he researched is valuable!
What's more, in the eyes of tank guns and machine guns, the lives of the commander and the soldiers are equivalent.

There is no distinction between high and low.

Over there, the wounded Guo Zhang was found by the soldiers. Except for him, no one else was breathing.

Yuan Lang didn't have time to pay too much attention, he asked the medical soldiers to treat him, and then said: "Turn around and drive back, I want to capture that devil major general alive."

(End of this chapter)