"The other party has only one or a few people. Find them and kill them!"

But when the old Sato Kyushen saw that his subordinates were a little panicked, he quickly issued an order to stabilize the morale of the army.

The Japanese soldiers were indeed less panicked when they heard Colonel Sato's orders.

Because indeed, there are only one or two enemies, and they still have so many people, with more than 300 people. Why should we be afraid of just a few people?

With the order of the old Japanese devil Sato, a small team of Japanese soldiers took action quickly. They screamed and the troops split into two groups to charge towards the opposite mountain.

In the night, they can only be seen vague figures passing through the woods quickly.

The bullets were shot from a hill more than 500 meters away. It was an open land without any obstruction. The Japanese knew that if they wanted to return safely, they had to seize the high ground and eliminate the threat.

Bang! Bang!

The snipers on the top of the mountain seemed not afraid of their charges. Gunshots kept ringing, and each gunshot meant the fall of a Japanese soldier.

However, the Japanese were not all idiots, they quickly adjusted their tactics.

Some of the Japanese began to look for cover, fired at the enemies on the mountain, trying to suppress the opponent's firepower. The others continued to charge, bowed and quickly crossed the open land and approached the hill.

The gunfire on the mountain gradually became sparse, which made the Japanese overjoyed. They thought that their firepower had suppressed the effect, so they accelerated toward the mountain.

However, just as they were about to approach the top of the mountain, suddenly a dense gunfire sounded again.

This time, the other party no longer used a sniper rifle but a machine gun.

Yes, it was the machine gun. After a series of strafing, seven or eight Japanese devils fell down.

The remaining Japanese were panicked and searched for cover. However, in this open land, they had almost nowhere to hide.

The old Japanese devil's face became more and more gloomy. He stared at the tragic situation in front of him, his heart full of anger.

The other party had only one or two or three people, but he could play with his well-trained Japanese Imperial Army in his palms. This sense of humiliation made him almost go crazy.

"The artillery is ready, fire the cannon at the top of the mountain!"

Sato loudly ordered the artillery to fire, and his voice revealed a crazy murderous intent.

However, at this moment, there were dense gunfire behind them, as violent as a rainstorm.

The old devil Sato was panicked. He didn't expect that the enemy who had just been chased and fled in a panic would dare to come back.

He turned around angrily and ordered his Japanese to launch a counterattack, but the opponent killed more than a dozen Japanese in the back row and quickly retreated.

Sato was once again made a move, and his anger score was once again out, and he ordered a small team to pursue his enemy without giving the enemy a chance to harass the artillery, while the rest of the Japanese were responsible for alerting the artillery and launching artillery fire on the high ground.

Boom! Boom boom!

The Japanese artillery was well-trained and after a brief aim, they shot high ground five hundred meters away.

The shells fell one by one, and the Japanese who were attacking were so scared that they rolled and climbed down the mountain. They scolded him for the order given by a fool, but we were still charging, but you were firing?

"Ah cut! Ah cut!"

Colonel Sato sneezes several times in a row, but he didn't care at all.

And he seemed to know who was scolding him.

"Baga, these bastards. When you come back, I will definitely teach you a lesson."

Sato complained, but it wasn't that he had stabilized the situation no matter what.

The guerrillas behind him were repelled, and the snipers standing in front were baptized by artillery fire.

But he didn't know that just after the Japanese artillery fired, Dragon Boat Festival and Long Qianyan had retreated.

Just judge two of them, blocking more than 300 Japanese devils at one time was just a joke.

From the beginning, Dragon Boat Festival never thought of destroying Sato's entire body at once.

Because it is impossible to completely wipe out the guerrillas, the guerrillas have limited troops, fewer people than the Japanese, and there are not enough weapons and ammunition.

So now the Dragon Boat Festival only needs one thing. Taking advantage of the Japanese's panic, they erode the Japanese's live power and force the Japanese to retreat, and they didn't even have time to clean the battlefield.

In other words, Dragon Boat Festival now wants to pick up rags again.

But the old Japanese devil of Sato didn't know that he thought it was his own proper tactics, and he repelled the guerrillas, and then immediately took the people to get out of the battle and fled in the direction of the mountain village.

At the same time, a Japanese army in the distance was coming to support.

Kitahara Hiroyuki originally planned to watch Sato and Takahashi die. But then he thought, if he didn't send someone to do it, it would be difficult for the teacher to explain it.

So he sent his most capable subordinate, Panasonic, to lead two teams out of the village to support him.

Panasonic could naturally understand Hirotsuki Kitahara's intention, so he walked very slowly.

But in Sato's opinion, this seemed like a life-saving straw. He led his men to quickly rush towards reinforcements. How could he have time to order his men to clean the battlefield?

Therefore, many Japanese weapons and equipment were left beside the corpses. Dragon Boat Festival was ordering the guerrillas to remove all the weapons and equipment from each Japanese, so that they would not even leave a single bullet.

At this time, Long Qianyan, who was standing beside the Dragon Boat Festival, sighed and said, "Leader Ye, it is too difficult to replenish our weapons. Otherwise, with your command ability, what would a mere 2,000 Japanese be counted?"

Dragon Boat Festival laughed and said, "As a commander, you cannot complain about your military combat quality, you cannot complain about the lack of supplies for weapons and equipment, and you cannot complain about the lack of support.

As a commander, these things are actually our responsibility. Without weapons and equipment and cannot pay military salaries, we have to make money and weapons and equipment.

Hardship is temporary. As long as we find a way out, we will withdraw from here. Lushunkou, including the Evil Valley, is actually not suitable for long-term combat.

Because we can only rely on the Japanese to replenish our weapons.

And if the Japanese don’t give us weapons and equipment, then how can we fight?

Moreover, the Japanese's weapons and equipment are very easy for Japanese. However, when we use them, it is a bit constrained.

Because our soldiers have hardly received formal military training, although they have also undergone assault training.

However, compared with the Japanese soldiers who have been training for half a year or even three years, the gap is not an ordinary big one.

So we need time to train troops, and we also need other channels to obtain weapons other than to obtain weapons from the Japanese.

And we need to have enough strategic depth.

Take the Valley of the Wicked as an example. It is a Valley of Death. If we have more enemies, we will be forced to retreat in just three days.

So, we have to find ways to break through before this, or jump out of the evil valley. Then find a place that is more suitable for guerrilla warfare and continue to fight the Japanese!"

Hearing this, Long Qianyan suddenly realized:

"Leader Ye, you said so well. I had never thought about it before. I just wanted to pull up the team to fight the Japanese bloody battle to the end. Even if I sacrificed, I would be worthy of my fellow villagers and the land where I gave birth to me and raised me.
Chapter completed!