When Hei Zhongyi and others had strong doubts in their minds about whether Lao Fang and his group could capture the six forts guarded by the Japs on No. 3 Highland with a mere force of seventy or eighty men.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with their doubts and worries.

Lao Fang and others had suffered huge casualties in a very short period of time, and by this time they had become somewhat unable to continue the fight.

While using the twenty-shot shell gun in his hand, Lao Fang opened fire at the Zibao.

Even if he knew that if he fired ten shots like this, one bullet might not be able to enter the shooting hole, but in order to put pressure on the defenders, he had to do this.

While rushing up a steep mountain, I rushed up.

Suddenly he stumbled over something, and Lao Fang stumbled like a dog.

Good guy! He was so immortal that Lao Fang’s mouth directly hit a stone the size of a fist, and even his two front teeth were knocked out immediately.

Ordinarily, given Lao Fang's skills, such a low-level mistake would not occur under normal circumstances.

But the current situation is obviously not normal.

The last time Lao Fang and others attacked Highland No. 3, the battle generally didn't last long, but such a fierce and highly concentrated battle consumed a lot of their energy and physical strength.

As a result, before they could recover from their short rest, another fierce battle began.

Their mere number of 70 or 80 people faced more than a dozen light and heavy machine guns in 6 bunkers, as well as a lot of firepower...

After rushing to a position more than a hundred meters away, I couldn't rush anymore.

Because after rushing to such a distance, they had already killed or injured nearly half of their personnel.

Lao Fang himself was also in an extremely anxious mood. He felt that his whole body was so tired that even the movements of his hands and feet began to become somewhat deformed.

With a sound of 'Bah~', Lao Fang spat out a mouthful of blood from his front teeth, wiped his swollen lips with his palm, and then raised his head.

The main reason for doing this is that he doesn't want his embarrassment to be seen by his subordinates, which will lower morale.

It's a pity that Lao Fang's good intentions don't seem to have much effect.

In other words, he no longer has a few subordinates left, so he no longer cares about his current state and will not be affected.

Because he just raised his head, a figure covered in blood had already appeared next to him.

Then, with a cry in his mouth, he shouted: "Captain, the enemy's firepower is too fierce, we really can't charge forward; brothers are almost damaged now, or we should retreat."

If it really doesn't work, if you ask the youngest Lao Liu to retire, it will leave some seeds for the Sixth Action Team of our military special operations group."

After turning his head and taking a look, Lao Fang realized that the person coming was his old brother, Li Sigui, a man from LYG.

This man who had followed him through countless bloody battles and never cried out in pain no matter how seriously injured he was was now on the verge of crying.

There is no way! The members of Lao Fang's action team are all old brothers who have very good feelings for each other. As a result, there were originally about 40 people in the action team, but now there are only 10 people left including the seriously injured.

As long as he thought of this, Li Sigui couldn't help but feel sad.

And with so many of his old brothers dying in battle, Lao Fang himself was extremely heartbroken.

It's just that as the local person in charge of Boss Dai's system, Lao Fang, who knew more about the secret situation, knew that if Hu Biao unfortunately died here, it would be the best outcome for them to also die here.

That way, if they die, they are dead, and at least their family members will not be harmed.

For this reason, Lao Fang first looked around and found that Lao Qian, Lao Mu and others were basically in the same situation as them.

Even when Old Chen of the Chen family was lying on the ground with a large pool of blood under his body, he knew that the day was over.

He could only face Li Sigui with a wry smile, and began to say solemnly:

"Brother, don't think too much. It looks like our Sixth Action Team is all going to die here today; but don't think about it easy for that bastard Wu Wenting. Afterwards, that grandson will definitely die, and his death will definitely be much worse than ours."

"That's good, brothers, let's walk the road to hell together today~"

After hearing this, Li Sigui finally understood the seriousness of the situation; while shouting such a sentence, he was already prepared to fight and die together here.

But at this moment, there was an extremely loud "killing" sound at the foot of the mountain.

Both of them looked back and saw that there were one or two thousand people rushing forward, like an unstoppable torrent, pressing forward ferociously.

"Kill, brothers, let's kill the Japanese together~"

With the huge surprise of escaping from death, Lao Fang and Li Sigui both jumped up from the ground and charged forward.

The moment he stood up, Lao Fang habitually raised his hand and shot.

As a result, at a distance of about eighty or ninety meters, such a shot accidentally hit the shooting hole, and the main shooter of one of the Type 92 heavy machine guns was killed cleanly with one shot.

The firepower that was pouring into the fort immediately weakened a little...

So what! The reason for such a huge happening is that it all started a minute ago.

In fact, all the people waiting at the foot of the mountain retreated again under Wu Wenting's persuasion, waiting for the attack order that would never sound on the walkie-talkie.

But he still kept his head raised and stared at the battle situation on Highland 3.

Looking at the seventy or eighty people waiting for him, Lao Fang launched an attack like moths flying into a flame.

And in this process, as the battle outside the mother fort became more and more bloody, Lao Fang and others also fell in front of the child fort one by one.

The horse shepherds are now in the supplementary regiment, holding the rank of lieutenant, second lieutenant, etc., and serving as deputy company commanders and platoon commanders.

After looking at each other, they all stood up without saying a word, and then began to walk towards Highland No. 3 outside the position.

After taking a few steps, you can find a large group of child soldiers standing up behind you and following them.

After walking no more than ten steps, many soldiers from other units of the expeditionary army spontaneously stood up and joined the procession.

There were even many wounded among them.

Facing such a large and dark group, there were one or two thousand people who were silent, but they seemed to be preparing their weapons and starting to take action.

Wu Wenting, Master Wu, who didn't even button his buttons, immediately became obviously panicked.

He stood up and stood in front of the horse herder, waving the pistol in his hand.

In a hoarse voice, but with a hint of panic, he yelled: "What do you want to do? Do you want to rebel? Hu Tuanzuo has no order to launch an attack. Let me tell you..."

Before Wu Wenting could try his best to confuse the voice, all the yelling came out, and it stopped halfway.

That's because this man once kept saying that he would take him to death and die gloriously.

Now the horse herdsman and the old oil man looked very bored for a moment; they simply used the butt of the M1 carbine in their hands and smashed it with the butt of the gun.

He cursed: "Talk about your grandma's legs~"

The butt of the gun hit Wu Wenting accurately on the cheek, knocking out several of his back molars.

Let this now disgusting guy fall to the ground like a wooden stake.

Then, these people crossed Wu Wenting's body and continued to move towards Highland No. 3; at first, everyone's steps were still walking slowly.

Then they started to trot, and after they had taken seven or eight steps, they all started running.

And at this moment, someone suddenly yelled out: "Kill~"

Immediately after, everyone shouted "Kill~" in unison; this sentence, shouted by thousands of people with all their strength, was full of angry shouts of killing.

In the end, after they were intertwined, it was quite an earth-shattering gesture.

The Japs defending in the fort all turned pale.

Because they knew that with their limited defensive strength, they simply could not withstand such a large-scale ferocious attack.

The Japanese who were attacking the mother fort were driven by the blue-faced members of the island nation's team and launched an even more violent attack.

It has reached a point where life and death are no longer a concern.

So let's see now, whether they captured the mother fort faster, or the large force of the expeditionary army stormed the six sub-forts faster.

What the heck! It was obviously a game that the Zhongzhou team would definitely win, but now it was such a suspenseful game.

Wu Wenting’s grandson really didn’t regret his death.

*******

In the burst of gunfire, "Pah, pah, pah~", it was Shi Polu who had emptied one M1918A2 magazine in succession, and then also emptied the magazine of the M1911 pistol in his thigh holster.

Then he grabbed a 38-gauge rifle that was already loaded at his hand.

With the speed of a man who had been single for many years, he quickly pulled the bolt of the gun and fired out five bullets one after another.

As for the M18 recoilless rifle, he had already thrown it away like a piece of junk; the main reason was that it had already fired all 8 shells, and it was no better than a fire stick.

With Shi Polu's current marksmanship, even though the 38-inch rifle in his hand was a bit old, there was still no chance of missing.

After five rounds of bullets were fired, one shot at a time, the five Japanese were knocked down on the spot.

It's just that such a lethality is still far from enough.

The main reason is that in this position, since the Maxim heavy machine gun, which is the core firepower point, is missing, several people on the salient position have to defend.

Even the magazine of the submachine gun in his hand was empty, and the grenades he carried even threw out the glory bombs.

So now, in their hands, all of them use shabby things like Sanba Daigai.

Therefore, with such a density of firepower, it is completely insufficient to stop the oncoming Japs.

Facing the Japanese who had already rushed outside the position and were within ten steps, Shi Polu knew that he had to rush out now.
To be continued...