The adjutant panicked and grabbed the collar of the lieutenant, cursing dissatisfiedly: "Bageya Road, didn't each soldier bring forty bullets when he divided the troops? He had not experienced a big battle in the middle, so why was this little ammunition left!"

"Sir... Sir... Relieve your anger!" The lieutenant's face was immediately flushed and he gasped and explained.

"After entering Zhangzhuang Town, you personally issued an order: Once the troops encounter a sneak attack by the Eighth Route Army, they will use firepower to counterattack. The Eighth Route Army must not be allowed to approach our garrison, and the troops cannot take the initiative to attack!"

"From last night to now, we have been attacked more than thirty times, and each time the troops are knocking it back with a pneumatic gun as you order, so the ammunition is consumed so quickly."

The adjutant cursed in a hurry: "Bastard! I asked you to fight back with fire, but I didn't let you waste ammunition so uncontrollably."

"If the Eighth Route Army didn't see any shadow, the soldiers would have exhausted their ammunition. If they attacked us at this time, what would everyone use to block them and use their flesh and blood?"

A senior official crushed people to death.

The team leader was very aggrieved, but he didn't dare to say a word of argument.

The commander was angry and the troops were gone again. No matter who it was, he would ask for trouble at this time, and he thought his life was short.

"Da da da da...b...b..."

At this moment, the gunfire that had stopped for less than twenty minutes rang again. The adjutant, who was already angry because of insufficient ammunition, became even more angry and pointed at the captain's nose and continued to scold.

"What's going on? Didn't I just give orders to let the troops save ammunition? Why are the positions fighting so lively again?"

"There is not much ammunition at all. Just now, I fired at least dozens of bullets. Did my order no longer work?"

The team leader quickly explained: "Sir, please calm down, there must be a reason for shooting on the front line!"

"After receiving the order from the superior, Beizhi has strictly ordered everyone to fire after seeing the Eighth Route Army. No bullet can be wasted."

The adjutant was not satisfied with the team leader's explanation. He was about to continue cursing, but a Chief Cao rushed in in a panic.

"Sir, the Eighth Route Army attacks us!"

The team leader let out a sigh. If this subordinate had not arrived in time, the commander would have continued to scold him.

But in this way, the chief's anger will be transferred to Chief Cao.

As his direct commander, the team leader could not let him bear the anger of his superiors independently, so he quickly rushed to face Cao Cao's head in front of the adjutant: "You are sure it was an attack, not the previous sneak attack."

"I am sure of my job!" Cao Chang said affirmatively.

"The Eighth Route Army pushed a large cart full of sandbags to approach our defense line. All the bullets we fired were blocked by the sandbags and could not injure the Eighth Route Army behind. Please order the grenade launcher and mortar to shoot immediately. Only they can blow the Eighth Route Army hiding behind the big cart."

The battle situation was urgent, and the adjutant wanted to curse people without time. Facing the gaze of his subordinates looking at him, he did not immediately order the grenade launcher and mortar to join the battle.

There are not much ammunition for the mortar, and it is the only heavy weapon in your hands. It must be kept until the critical moment before it can be used. Please order it quickly.

"Everyone followed me on the battlefield. After confirming the enemy situation, they decided how to fight back!"

"Dadada..."

The Japanese kept firing on the position, a heavy machine gun and a light machine gun, but no matter how fierce they were, they could not stop the three big cars from moving forward side by side.

The cart was filled with sandbags, bullets flew over, and there was no movement when they entered the sandbag.

The three large cars rushed to more than 40 meters in front of the formation without any obstacles, and then stopped.

The Eighth Route Army hid behind quickly moved sandbags from the big truck, piled up dozens of extra sandbags on the ground to form a bunker.

Five minutes later, three large trucks began to retreat, but there were three more bunkers piled up with sandbags at the parking spot just now.

Several Eighth Route Army soldiers hid behind and waving shovels to dig trenches.

More than ten minutes later, three large trucks that had returned appeared again, filling sandbags with sandbags to protect the Eighth Route Army to advance.

When they rushed to the parallel position with the three individual bunkers in front, they stopped, then put sandbags next to them like before, piled up individual bunkers, and finally left half of the soldiers hiding behind the bunker to dig trenches. The remaining soldiers pulled the cart back and continued to repeat what had just happened.

The second lieutenant team leader saw the guerrillas' playing style at a glance, with a very solemn expression, and looked at the adjutant with a worried look on his face.

"Sir, the Eighth Route Army wants to use this method to shorten the attack distance. Even if we have sufficient ammunition, it will be difficult to resist this kind of attack. After all, they have a reinforced battalion, and their troops are several times that of ours. We can completely wipe out all of us through fighting and consumption."

The scene in the adjutant's mind immediately appeared in his subordinate's mind.

The four or five hundred and eighth Route Army rushed into the town like a pack of wolves. More than a hundred local armed forces were defeated without fighting under the threat of death. The machine gunners, gunners, and grenade launchers in the middle of the Imperial Army were killed in a very short time because of their poor combat capabilities.

There were only dozens of riflemen left on the battlefield to fight with the Eighth Route Army several times more.

Two fists are hard to match four hands, and no matter how strong the rifleman is, he cannot match the opponent's number of people. He was killed one after another on the battlefield and was stabbed into a sieve by the Eighth Route Army with a bayonet.

Thinking of this, the cold sweat from the adjutant's forehead was flowing out like rain, his face turned pale, and he was obviously scared.

He didn't want to die yet, so he quickly ordered: "Fire all the mortars and grenade launchers to destroy the individual bunkers in front of him. I hope the Eighth Route Army can retreat, otherwise we will be unable to deal with them once the shells are shot."

"Boom...boom..."

Explosions rang out one after another around several individual bunkers.

The splashing flames were particularly dazzling under the night, illuminating the surroundings clearly.

A shell hit the cover, and the sandbag was instantly torn to pieces, and the soil inside was blown into the sky, splashing everywhere.

The explosion stopped two minutes later, and several individual bunkers had turned into piles of soil. The soldiers who dug trenches died and were injured and fell to the ground.

"Captain, fortunately, the person who dug the trenches just now was not his own, otherwise the guerrillas would have suffered a lot!" Xiang Feng said with emotion.

According to the original plan, the soldiers who dug trenches and pushed large chariots were all guerrillas. Zhou Cheng changed his mind half an hour before the attack began.

The Japanese army had mortars and grenade launchers, which would definitely bombard the bunkers and prevent the guerrillas from digging trenches.

At that time, the trenches had not been dug, and a bunker made of sandbags could be blown into ruins with just one shot, and then the soldiers behind the bunker were injured.

The guerrillas were almost gone, and there were tough battles to fight later. If you could die less, you would lose one.

Zhou Cheng had a sudden inspiration and thought of the prisoners in his hands who were unwilling to join the guerrillas.
Chapter completed!