The mountainside positions were filled with a strong smell of blood. In the trench more than one meter deep, corpses were piled up one by one, and many Japanese were still squirming in the pile of corpses, and from time to time they let out a painful moan...

The broken limbs and broken arms were blown, the internal organs were bloody, scattered everywhere, and there was not even a place to settle down.

Whether in the past or present life, Zhou Chengdu has killed many people, but it is definitely the first time I have seen so many corpses close up.

My stomach rolled in. If there was no one around, I would definitely vomit so much that I would spit out all the things I had eaten for lunch.

But now it doesn't work, and subordinates are by your side.

Although many people had not been able to hold on, they squatted on the edge of the trench and vomited very much, and their faces were pale.

But as the captain, I must set an example for everyone.

The battle is not over yet, and no matter how much you want to vomit, you have to hold it back and hold it back until the battle is over.

Take a deep breath, try not to look at the corpse under your feet, and force yourself to calm down.

Find Chen Zhengyu and ordered: "Party Leader Chen, I will leave this to you."

"I'm not worried about the Japanese continuing to attack. They only have dozens of people left. We still have machine gun castles that have not been put into use, so we can easily repel them."

"What I worry most is that you follow the Japanese to chase the Japanese."

"Although they suffered heavy losses, the rest are all elites. If they really fight face to face with us without any position to cover them, the entire guerrillas will not be the opponent."

"You can pull out veterans and cadres, temporarily organize them into two squads, and pursue them with caution. Other troops follow behind and pretend to be ambushers. If the Japanese want to kill one of you, they will not dare to act rashly because of the existence of the ambush."

"If the Japanese really take revenge on you at all costs, all veterans can quickly get out of the battle and avoid head-on confrontation with the Japanese."

Chen Zhengyu's excitement was no longer described in words.

I thought it was already a lucky fortune for me to be a platoon leader in the guerrillas, but I didn't expect that the captain would dare to hand over the two platoons to him at the same time and trust him so unconditionally.

Another sentence came out in my mind: A scholar died for his confidant.

Looking at Zhou Cheng, he promised with a serious face: "Please rest assured, captain, I will definitely take everyone well and kill as many Japanese and puppet troops as possible with the minimum casualties."

"very good!"

Zhou Cheng nodded, then turned his gaze to Xiang Feng who was on the side.

He was also frightened by the tragic scenes in the trench, his face pale, and he wanted to vomit several times, but he forced himself to hold it back.

Zhou Cheng was still very satisfied with this and immediately ordered: "A row of active soldiers brings all weapons and ammunition to follow me. Let's block the Japanese's retreat."

On the rugged mountain road, nearly 70 Japanese and puppet troops surrounded Futian and ran wildly out of the mountain, each faster than the other, afraid that they would run away and were finally killed by the Eighth Route Army pursuers.

"Sir..." A chief Cao from the palace came to Futian and reported with a breath.

"There are pursuing troops of the Eighth Route Army behind, with about twenty troops."

Fukuda had already figured out how to explain this defeat to the captain, but failure is failure, and no matter how many reasons it is, it cannot cover up this fact.

Even if the captain does not hold him accountable, his future military career will be affected by this defeat.

Not to mention anything else, at least two years I will be in a state of being guilty and meritorious, and I will not be able to be promoted.

So Captain Fukuda was holding his anger and had nowhere to vent. He heard that there were only twenty eighth leaders behind him, so he immediately decided to vent his anger on them.

"The army stopped and prepared a pocket array here. I want to eat the pursuers!"

Before his subordinates began to execute the orders, Chief Cao, who had just reported, remembered to block them.

"Sir, although there are not many pursuers, they are very vigilant. They always keep a distance of two or three hundred meters from us and are equipped with two light machine guns."

"In addition, there seem to be other troops behind these pursuers, but the distance is too far, so the Huye cannot confirm their strength and equipment."

"Baga!" Futian cursed dissatisfied.

"Next time I report the military situation, I must make it clear to me. The twenty pursuers were obviously the vanguard troops of the Eighth Route Army, which made me happy in vain."

"The troops continue to retreat, and their speed must be accelerated. Since the Eighth Route Army is guarding against us to kill them and retaliate, the pursuit speed will definitely not be too fast. As long as we successfully withdraw from Jinshan, they will stop."

After running for more than ten minutes, the first line of defense of the guerrillas entered everyone's vision.

Fukuda was very happy to order: "We need to speed up, climb over the mountains in front, and walk for another 10 or 20 minutes to leave Jinshan."

"Bang bang...bang bang..."

At this moment, several gunshots suddenly came from the top of the beam where the defense line was located.

Futian's face changed and shouted: "No, the Eighth Route Army wants to occupy the place again and block our retreat. The wounded on the top of the beam are in danger."

After taking down the first line of defense of the Liangding Guerrillas, Captain Fukuda left all nine wounded soldiers who could not marches normally and the extra weapons and ammunition there, which not only reduced the burden on the troops, but also defended the troops' retreat, killing two birds with one stone.

But the wounded are wounded after all, not only are they not as good as before, but some people are even more difficult to move, and their combat effectiveness is only 30% or 40% of the original ones.

If the Eighth Route Army attacking Liangding was familiar with the terrain, the nine wounded men could not hold on for even two minutes.

Futian was anxious, and pulled out his command knife with a "swish..." and quickly ordered: "The whole army rushed over and reinforced Liangding, otherwise we would be blocked in the mountains by the Eighth Route Army and could not get out."

The will to survive made the Japanese very strong and run very fast, but just when they were still three hundred meters away from the top of the beam, an explosion of "boom..." reached their ears, and then the gunfire on the top of the beam came to an abrupt end.

"Continue to kill!" Futian did not stop, staring at his red eyes and continued to command.

"With the Eighth Route Army's foothold not yet firmly established, we will regain Liangding. This is our only chance to break out of Jinshan!"

Fukuda's idea was good, but the result was once again disappointing him.

Regarding the guerrillas attacking Liangding, he guessed one thing correctly: the soldiers involved in the attack were very familiar with the terrain of Liangding, and knew how to use the terrain to avoid the vision of the wounded, approach the position as much as possible, and finally launch a close-range raid.

As soon as the wounded were killed, the two machine gun teams of firepower platoons set up the machine guns. These are the two commanding heights with the widest view on the beam.

The rifleman was scattered among the bushes and piles of rocks, instantly integrating with the surrounding environment.

When the Japanese army ran over panting, they could not see a figure on the ridge and could not find the target even if they wanted to attack.

"Kill the troops, don't stop, attack Liangding directly..." Time is tight, Futian couldn't care about so much, so he raised his command knife to order.

More than 30 Japanese soldiers rushed to the top of the beam under the cover of only one light machine gun and two grenade launchers.

Zhou Cheng was hiding with the rocks, and recently, he decided to replace the rifle with a box cannon, put them close to thirty meters before firing.

At this distance, the box cannon can fully exert the power of a light machine gun.

For the Japanese, because they were in a very low position, they could not throw grenades into the pile of rocks except for counterattacking with rifles, and they could only be beaten passively.

Other soldiers were either hiding in the pile of rocks beside them or hiding behind them.

The soldiers who were close to the Japanese greeted with grenades, and those who were farther away shot with a rifle.

Zhou Cheng was full of confidence in this battle.

With a box cannon, two light machine guns on the top of the beam, and nearly twenty rifles and a few grenades, it will definitely kill half of the Japanese in the first round of firepower attacks.
Chapter completed!