The lieutenant was killed in battle, and in order, the squadron command was not the turn of the lieutenant in the third team.

But the first team leader and the second team leader were killed one after another, and now he has become the highest commander of the squadron.

The third team leader who took over the command thought he was lucky.

The grenade launcher had just been hit twice, and the Tujiao Route Army stopped.

It seems that the Tujiao Eighth Route Army is still the old tactic of guerrillas to ambush and hit two shuttles.

Obviously, the Imperial Army should not have much casualties at present. After all, there are not many warriors withdrawn from the Eighth Route Ambush Circle.

In the past, such combat situations have not been experienced.

Looking back on the previous squadron leader’s actions, we should now take the next move in two steps.

Most people should surrender to the battle to pursue the Eighth Route Army! Leave some slightly injured warriors and medical soldiers to rescue the wounded.

Such an arrangement is in a normal way. Although it may not necessarily wipe out the despicable Eighth Route Army members who ambushed them, they will definitely not make big mistakes.

The smoke in the valley spread very slowly, and the second lieutenant of the Japanese began to order the commanders of the soldiers to guard the other two soldiers to complete the team.

"Hey, are you scared by the Eighth Route Army? Gather immediately..." The Chief of the Soldiers looked at the wounded soldiers who had returned from the First and Second Team with towels wrapped around their necks, and was about to step forward to slap them, but suddenly found that the captain of the Second Team... seemed to be standing in the crowd...

The guards are different from the Japanese combat troops. They are scattered in various counties on weekdays to lead the Imperial Army to carry out public security and security tasks. They will be temporarily dispatched to gather if there are mobilization or combat tasks.

The third team leader, who was very familiar with the first team leader, was busy directing his men to attack and had no time to communicate with the retreating Japanese.

So the commander of the sergeant did not recognize the big dog "Second Lieutenant" who had not washed his face for hundreds of years.

Let's go into the mountains to sweep them together, and I always have some impression of the commanders of each department...

These retreated warriors were wrapped in white towels around their necks, and it seemed that something was wrong...

Seeing that the military officer was staring at him, the big dog didn't understand that he, a fake lieutenant, had exposed the stuff.

He was a slutty man, so he insisted on snatching the clothes of the officer from the secret service team.

He raised the three-eight-large cover in his hand and hugged the fire directly: "I'll let you see..."

Gunshots and screams began to appear one after another.

The second lieutenant who was leading the Japanese forward turned around and saw that his subordinates had a conflict with the retreating first and second team.

The imperial army had an unprecedented strife. The second lieutenant immediately shouted: "Baoya... lower the gun immediately..."

The second lieutenant shouted birds' song at the top of his throat, which was completely ineffective.

The "Japanese men" who had been staring at his back for a long time and had their white towels wrapped around his neck, but instead raised their guns to start shooting.

The second lieutenant's luck was not more than five minutes.

Then, the withdrawn White Neck Imperial Army opened fire in a dense manner.

The distance was too close and the Japanese were unprepared to fall down in groups.

The well-trained Imperial Army was not stupid, and instantly understood the purpose of the grenades that the Eighth Route Army had just cast.

Then he lay down on the spot, pulled the bolt, and removed the grenade...

Unfortunately, the soldiers of the secret service did not give them a chance. After the rifle opened fire, they immediately pulled out the mullet gun and charged forward, and bullets poured into the valley like raindrops.

The big dog shot the last bullet in the bullet cabin to the Japanese crawling into the bushes, and pulled out the 38-large cover on his back again.

The battlefield filled with smoke was like hell. All of this fell into the eyes of the Japanese guarding at the end, and they were so scared that they spread their legs and ran backwards.

At the position of the Japanese vanguard, three red signal flares were raised.

The smoke of gunpowders filled the positions, so that the Japanese vanguards did not know what was going on behind them.

After firing the signal flare, in order to be on the safe side, the commander of the army led the team to arrange a Japanese to continue to report to the advance team for help. The remaining more than ten Japanese actually came back by shouting loudly along the way.

The Japanese vanguard squad ran all the way, not only did not be attacked by the Eighth Route Army, but gradually saw the situation on the battlefield clearly.

Both sides were in the bushes, and the vigilant Japanese were not easy to deal with. Liu Manhe ordered a squad who had changed his Japanese uniform to "treat the corpses on the ground..."

Ma Liang was injured and did not participate in the assault. He ordered Wang Yinzhi and Li Laosi next to him: "You should hurry up and go to the front. No matter what, you should cut off the Japanese's retreat and get all the things on the Japanese who had just fired the signal flare."

Wang Yinzhi nodded: "Can you give me another shell gun?"

Ma Liang handed over the twenty sounds in his hand, then pulled out two full magazines: "Be careful..."

Wang Yinzhi immediately shouted: "Let's go..."

The two lowered their bodies and rushed towards the Japanese vanguards in the bushes.

Then, Yang Crazy's bird sings and scolding sounds roaring in the smoke of gunpowder...

The Japanese vanguard finally understood the situation on the battlefield. Two imperial warriors held guns and fired from time to time in the bushes on both sides of the mountain road...

All the eighth leader who ambushed should have been wiped out...

The sergeant saw clearly the imperial warriors lying all over the ground...

Why aren't you wearing military uniforms?

Did he fight the Eighth Route Army on the battlefield and even take off his military uniform?

Anomalous events mean something unusual has happened.

Just as the sergeant was about to order the alert, the medical staff who were treating the wounded had already raised the gun.

Bo... Bo...

The gunshots of the 38th major cover sounded rapidly.

Two Czech machine guns started to shout in a hurry, and the broken grass in front of the sergeant flew in pieces.

Then, several people used the insurance and smashed the cap to fall from the sky.

There were a few clenchy sounds of metal and stones colliding. The sergeant immediately rushed to the side and shouted: "Enemy attack...retreat..."

Those who can be vanguards in the team are naturally capable of being. Those who are not shot immediately lie down on the spot and raise their guns to fight back...

The sergeant no longer cared about his subordinates and rushed forward in the bushes.

He believed that his man was short, and as long as he didn't look up, the Eighth Route Army would definitely not be able to find him.

Luckily, not far away from him, two muzzles were rotating with his figure.

Bang bang...

The cat's body, which was not low enough, immediately jumped up. Then another bullet hit the back of the sergeant. Before his body could land, another bullet flew over, and the sergeant lay in the grass and twitched.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wang Yinzhi reached out and pressed Li Laosi's head that was about to lift: "Don't you want to live anymore?"

The bullets on his head were roaring, and Li Laosi rubbed his head and shouted: "Every mother touched Dao's head, it's over, and the Supreme Lord is as anxious as the law..."

The smoke gradually dissipated.

Liu Manhe was lying on a stretcher, and the medical soldier was pressing a hemostat to wrap a bandage on him. The bandage was soon stained with blood that leaked out...

The heartless big dog next to him was picking up the can and muttering: "How can you practice kung fu, it's not as good as bullets..."

The commander of the company, who was also lying on the stretcher, grinned his teeth, had red eyes: "Can you close your crow's mouth?"

Liu Manhe on the stretcher made a sound: "I...is not dead yet..."

The company commander looked anxious: "Staff, there is another comrade who is blocking the Japanese advance into the team, so they must be picked up..."

A row of long faces beside him was covered in smoke and smoke: "Staff, we sacrificed six team members for this ambush, seriously injured twelve, and twelve were killed, and the 24th were hung... I can't afford to fight..."

"Even if... only...one person... needs to...receive..."

The platoon leader's tone was a little sour: "Ma Lianglian... only has one minor injury..."

Liu Manhe nodded slightly: "Don't be sour...you can survive on the battlefield...not be hurt...it's a skill...you need to learn..."

The special platoon leader nodded: "I understand!"

Liu Manhe turned to look at the correspondent next to him: "Call Ma Liang...Come here..."

Ma Liang, who was hanging his arms, followed the correspondent of the secret service regiment to the stretcher.

Liu Manhe twitched his face, which was even more ugly than crying, and said, "Can you... lead the team?"

Ma Liang was stunned for a moment: "Me? Isn't that right?"

Liu Manhe smiled bitterly: "Advance into the team...I can't fight this time...I can't let go...I'm a bitch..."

Yang Crazy looked at the things on the Japanese vanguard soldiers and thought to himself.

This is a standard five-person "visual communication class" combined with half a squad, a machine gun group and an infantry group.

Five four-four carbines, a ten-year-old signal pistol, more than 30 paper-case signal flares, air-to-air communication contact board, night light-to-light communicator, sign language flag and long pole red, and white two-color single flag.

It was a bit strange that things that the Japanese had not even advanced into the team were found in the Japanese in the security team.

Wang Yinzhi looked at the things on the ground: "Brother Yang, the Japanese bought them for a long distance. What are the wooden boards they carry?"

The contemptuous Yang Fengzi didn't explain...

Li Laosi rushed to the two of them: "Company Commander Ma asked you to come over..."

After listening to Ma Liang's arrangement, Wang Yinzhi widened her eyes: "What did you say? Let me take the wounded away?"

Ma Liang said calmly: "You are familiar with the terrain and must ensure the safety of the seriously injured..."

Although Wang Yinzhi felt a little unwilling, she still nodded: "Yes!"

Yang Crazy suddenly spoke: "Company Commander Ma..."

Ma Liang turned around: "You can act now, right?"

Because of a crazy plan that was thinking about in my mind, Yang Crazy suddenly said more: "Skin trauma is almost healed..."

"I have to pick up the blocking shift..."

"No response..." Yang Crazyman shook his head: "Play him to death..."

"What?" Ma Liang was stunned: "Who are you going to kill?"
Chapter completed!