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Chapter 58, Thunder Strike

Seeing that the devil finally acted, Li Yunlong breathed a sigh of relief.

Today, his mood was full of ups and downs, with surprises everywhere, with surprises but no joy.

First, he couldn't find a suitable place to ambush, and almost became Zhao Kuo who was talking on paper.

I used a lot of brain cells to turn waste into treasure, and planned to teach the devil a lesson in Shentouling.

The soldiers of the whole regiment exhausted their physical strength, marched over in a hurry, and prepared their pockets.

The devils came before their eyes, but they all stopped.

Li Yunlong thought that the little devil saw something, and that was the worst.

In his heart, he was already prepared. If the devil really found out and attacked, he would withdraw without entanglement with the devil.

It's too disadvantageous to fight with the little devil, and Li Yunlong doesn't want to do a loss-making business.

so far so good.

The political commissar lowered his voice and said, "The little devil is about to bite the hook."

Waiting is sometimes torturous, but sometimes it is exciting and exciting.

Soon, the Japanese and puppet troops stepped in, step by step into the trap designed by Li Yunlong for them.

At this moment, Li Yunlong was staring at the puppet army passing in front of him with a pair of wolf-like eyes.

The Japanese devils are certainly hateful, but the puppet army who acted as the leading party is not a good thing.

Traitors and lackeys are punishable by everyone.

The reason why Li Yunlong didn't give the order to attack immediately was because the combat effectiveness of this group of puppet troops was really weak, and they could be dealt with at any time.

It's too bad to waste the chance of thunder strike on these cowards.

Slowly, the devils following the puppet army entered the middle of the ambush circle.The devils walking at the end also entered the ambush circle.

The timing was just right, Li Yunlong waved his hand, and the bombing team ambushing in the fortification pulled the fuse and threw the grenade out.

The grenades that fell on the head and face, the rumbling explosion, and the explosion fragments flooding the road directly blinded the advancing Japanese army.

But the long-planned thunderbolt does not stop there.

While the bombing team was throwing grenades, the light and heavy machine guns that had been prepared for a long time suppressed the fire without sparing bullets.

Especially the heavy machine gunner, who pressed the trigger button and roared together with the heavy machine gun.

Send the anger accumulated in the body to the enemy along with the bullets.

Like being harvested, the devils who fell in pieces are the most comforting to their anger.

The soldiers of the fire platoon were the most happy, and most of the submachine guns of the whole regiment were concentrated in one place.

At this distance, the submachine gun is better than the light machine gun.

Lightweight, with a lot of bullets in the magazine.

The whole thing poured down like rain, knocking the little devil into a daze, and crying for his mother.

"Revenge for the fathers and fellow villagers, kill!"

Ordinary soldiers refused to let go of this golden opportunity. If they could get grenades, they took out the ineffective grenades that they usually treasure, and threw them out immediately, making the sound of explosions endless.

Soldiers hiding in the fortification a little further away from the road.The grenade cannot reach the enemy, and it is impossible to take it out and waste it, just to hear it.

But that doesn't mean they can't.The distance between the Japanese army on the road and them was at most a hundred meters.

This distance is really not far, although it is impossible for a woman to shoot the enemy with a gun.

However, the soldiers who have fought a lot of battles have enough time to aim, and they still have a certain degree of accuracy when shooting.

Bullets swished onto the road, penetrating into the bodies of one enemy after another, killing them.

Everyone is trying to inflict damage on the enemy as much as possible, hoping to injure the enemy severely with a thunderous strike.

The firepower of the two battalions completely covered the heads of more than 500 devils, causing heavy damage to the enemy in an instant.

Captain Ishihara and the soldiers under his command are, after all, subordinate units of the Japanese Army's first-class division, with rich combat experience.

In particular, their fighting will and ferocity are worth mentioning.

After suffering a sudden ambush, the remaining Japanese troops responded immediately, looking for favorable terrain to counterattack.

The machine gun team piled up the bodies of the dead compatriots, and from the sandbags that blocked the bullets, set up machine guns to counterattack the Eighth Route Army on both sides.

Especially the grenadiers are all well-trained veterans in the army.They quickly fell to the ground to hide, looking for the enemy's firepower with their sharp eyes.

Such a short distance, coupled with their rich experience, can often take out a firepower point with two grenades.

As a last resort, the machine guns of the Eighth Route Army frequently changed positions, and the intensity of firepower decreased, which made the pressure on our own soldiers drop sharply.

Li Yunlong became anxious, and shouted to his side: "Zhuzi, quickly suppress me with firepower."

It was only after shouting that I remembered that the pillars were in a new group.The New Second Regiment has no mortars yet, only grenades.

Damn, if only Yuan Lang was here, using a grenadier can teach devils how to behave.

At this moment, he thought of Yuan Lang.

The Second Battalion ambushed at the right end of the road north.The puppet army let go by the left end of Li Yunlong's first battalion happened to come to them.

At the same time as the Thunder Strike was carried out, they launched a fierce attack not to be outdone.

Grenades that were closer were greeted, and those that were far away were fired with rifles. The heavy machine guns were concentrated and transferred to Li Yunlong's side to fight devils, and only a few light machine guns remained.

But this is enough. Many puppet troops were adapted from the Central Army after they were defeated and surrendered to the Japanese.

A man with backbone, even if he is captured temporarily, he cannot be a traitor in a down-to-earth manner and work with devils.

Most of the things I did with Little Japan were for the sake of making a living.Whoever gives money will give food, and they will work hard for whom.

Of course, you can't expect people to really work hard for a living, right?
Just put on a show.

What's more, these puppet troops in front of them were trained by the local security regiment.

You are good at bullying the common people. When fighting a war, don't put green onions in your pig's nose and pretend to be an elephant.

Ever since, when the commander of the second battalion commanded an attack on the puppet army, the puppet army was directly fried.

"Balu, we are in ambush!" Someone shouted anxiously.

"Hide quickly, brothers, find a place to hide!"

"Brothers, fight!"

Ma Guisheng's voice was far lower than the first two, and only a few cronies around him and a few Japanese soldiers a few steps behind could hear him.

That's what he said, but look at his actions, a hungry tiger rushes for food, and then a lazy donkey rolls around.

In twos and threes, he hid in the dead corner between the road and the mountain ridge, almost completely avoiding the direct fire of the Eighth Route Army.

He held the Mauser pistol tightly in both hands, stood it on his chest, leaned against the stone and looked up in fear.

Hearing the endless sound of explosions and bullets whizzing past his head, he was like a fat pig about to be slaughtered, feeling terrified in his heart.

"Damn it, it was ambushed by the main force of the Eight Routes. Didn't it mean that there would be no Eight Routes! Little Japan is talking nonsense."

He also saw the Japanese army following behind, and was attacked more violently.

The mighty Taijun in the past is now dead.

The subordinates fought on their own, and Ma Guisheng was not going to command them.The most outstanding performance on the battlefield is the easiest to be targeted and killed.

He wasn't going to seek death, he had to figure out the situation first, and then see if he could find an opportunity to break out.

However, he didn't want others to force him to do it.

The communication soldiers of the Japanese army rushed over, could speak some simple Chinese, and pointed fingers as soon as they came up:
"Ma Sang, hurry up and command your men to break out along the highway, where the eight roads have not yet been blocked."

"quick!"

The order of the Japanese made Ma Guisheng greet in his heart, the female relatives of his whole family.

You said that there is no Eight Routes here, and now Eight Routes ambushed here.

Why did you go early?
You said that there is no eighth road ahead, who knows if the eighth road has been blocked, just wait for them to go up?
To put it nicely is to let them break through, but to put it bluntly, I am afraid it is to let them attract firepower!
Everyone knows that the gun hits the head.

Ma Guisheng wanted to refuse, but the thought turned around in his mind and disappeared.

The devil was so prestige that he didn't even dare to say a word.

Under the urging of the little devil, he reluctantly shouted: "Sun Er, you can't be beaten like this. There are no eight roads in front of the road. Organize the brothers and let me break out from the front."

The puppet army, which was very weak after walking all the way, was suddenly attacked by the Eighth Route Army, and its morale had already collapsed.

Fighting back is also weak, talking about struggling.

Sun Er, the commander of the first battalion of the puppet army, received the order, passed on the order, and organized several platoons that still had an organizational structure to form a breakout team, preparing to break out along the road.

"Captain!"

A hoarse and terrified voice came, Ma Guisheng looked up,
His adjutant's eyes were wide open, his mouth was open enough to swallow a goose egg, and his fingers were trembling as he pointed in the direction behind him.

Damn, I have never been so afraid of ghosts when walking at night.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

(End of this chapter)