The bad premonition in my heart made the squadron leader realize that the next battle will definitely be difficult to fight.

As a veteran, he believes very much in his sixth sense on the battlefield.

Therefore, in the face of his subordinates' request for battle, although he agreed, the order was issued very carefully!

"Three special combat teams, from the front and two wings, attack together. We use the commando formation that we usually train the most. Once we are strongly counterattacked by the enemy, more than 30% of the troops will be injured and injured and have no chance of breaking through. Retreat immediately!"

"We are special forces and are not equipped with heavy weapons. Therefore, the assault must be fast and the enemy cannot expel the power of their heavy weapons."

At the new regiment station, behind the ring positions, all the soldiers held their breath. In order to avoid exposing their targets, they were shot by the Japanese as live targets. Everyone tried to keep themselves still and then stared at the battlefield.

"Ghosts, the Ghosts have appeared!" Suddenly, a scream rang out in the middle of the position.

"Dadadada..." The Japanese assaulter who knew he was exposed subconsciously pulled the submachine gun trigger in the direction of the sound. In an instant, a string of bullets flew towards the circular position.

The first soldier who appeared in the Japanese was exposed, and his head was blown off by two bullets on the spot, and he fell behind the position with fear.

"Counterattack, machine gun fire, kill the Japanese assaulter!" The platoon leader guarding the position was stunned for a moment and quickly reacted.

"Dadada..." Three light and heavy machine guns fired together, and dozens of bullets intertwined together to form a bullet net, covering the Japanese assaulter.

He reacted very quickly and wanted to fall to the ground and avoid bullets.

But dozens of bullets from different directions had blocked them all around them. Just as they were about to lie on the ground, a bullet drilled into his shoulders, and a bullet drilled into his eyebrows, killing him in one go.

"Dadadada...bangbang..." Other Japanese also appeared.

Rifles, submachine guns, and three light machine guns strengthened by each special operations team, all fired.

While firing, he rushed forward, all the bullets flew towards the circular position, and his accurate head was no worse than the Japanese squatting in place and shooting.

Three machine gunners were killed on the spot, two of the other riflemen were killed, and the others were suppressed behind the positions and could not look up.

The platoon leader was also suppressed by the bullets flying above his head, and he was anxious but had no choice.

"Da da da da!"

Suddenly, the platoon leader was very familiar with the machine gun fire sounded on both wings of the position.

Two heavy machine guns and four light machine guns fire together to form cross firepower and block the Japanese.

"Comrades, we are here to help the first and third rows of firecrackers. The Japanese were killed three more people, and more than half of the firepower was divided. Seize the opportunity and shoot immediately. If you kill a few of them, there will be no one!" The platoon leader ordered with excitement on his face.

Then he personally held the handle of the heavy machine gun, took advantage of the fact that there were no bullets flying over his head, and suddenly raised his head and pulled the trigger. In just three seconds, he fired all the bullets out.

The deputy shooter who took over the light machine gun should be smarter. After lifting the machine gun to the reserve position, he would hit the Japanese with one shot and rush to the fire.

"Shoot, shoot when you find an opportunity, block them with the most intense firepower and kill them!" The platoon leader who quickly retracted his head continued to shout.

"Swoosh!" Before he finished speaking, a string of bullets flew back to his scalp.

"Comrades, don't be afraid. The Japanese also carry a head on both shoulders. As long as our counterattack firepower is strong enough, we will definitely block them!" The squad leader scattered among the riflemen immediately encouraged him when he saw the recruits being timid.

When he saw a brave soldier shooting, he forgot all the hidden transfers and continued to shout.

"Do you want to be a living target by the Japanese? Hidden immediately and shoot another position!"

"If you don't want to die, give me a spiritual model point and transfer more shooting positions. Don't let the Japanese special forces target you!"

"Bang!" A rifle shooting sound that was minimal and almost no one would notice suddenly rang out on the battlefield.

The machine gun next to the platoon leader tilted his head, and a blood hole appeared on his head. The red and white brain continued to emerge, and he fell behind the position along with the machine gun.

"It's the Japanese sniper. The Japanese sniper has been dispatched. Please be careful!" The platoon leader who made the judgment frowned and shouted.

"On the deputy shooter, continue shooting. The machine gun fire cannot stop. Pay attention to transferring the position!"

The three Japanese squad leader who were full of confidence just now have been fooled by the powerful blocking firepower of the Xinyi regiment.

The firepower of the submachine gun is very powerful, but compared with the light and heavy machine gun, it is much less powerful. Therefore, using the submachine gun to shoot the heavy machine guns equipped in the new regiment is suicide.

"Captain, the firepower of the Tujiao Route Army is too strong, and we can't continue to assault!" A sergeant rushed over and reported.

The captain frowned and shouted in a questioning tone: "Where is the sniper, why haven't you fired the Eighth Route Army's machine gun firepower!"

The second lieutenant next to him immediately replied: "The sniper has fired. But the enemy is not afraid of death at all. The machine gunner died and the deputy shooter could not take care of him at all. Moreover, there are eight or nine machine guns in front of us, and the sniper is also within the range of the machine gun. The sniper will have to transfer the position as soon as the sniper shoots, otherwise it will be shot into a sieve immediately!"

As he spoke, two more assaulters fell to the ground with screams.

"Captain, one of our snipers was shot and injured!" At the critical moment, the captain heard a voice that made him even more desperate.

"Retreat, retreat immediately, snipers and machine gunners cover and retreat to the forest behind!" The captain was very unwilling, but he still gritted his teeth and ordered.

The deputy captain looked at the captain with disbelief.

"Why are you still standing there? Organize the troops to retreat!" The captain continued to order without being moved.

"The Eighth Route Army has too strong firepower. No matter how elite we are, we can't withstand the opponent's machine guns, and the firepower is strong!"

"What our special forces are good at mountain warfare, sneak attack, and raids, not positional warfare in front of us. Strong attack on enemy positions is the main force and field forces."

"The Eighth Route Army was well prepared, and we lost the opportunity to raid as soon as we arrived!"

The Japanese retreated. In order to reduce their losses, they retreated very quickly and did not even take away the corpses on the ground.

The Eighth Route Army's blocking firepower is so strong that it may take one more second to be beaten to death. There is no need to save another life for a corpse.

"Sir, our raid failed. The enemy's blocking firepower is too strong. We don't have suppressive weapons, so we can't rush over!" All three squad leader stood in front of the squadron leader with his head down, without saying a word.

The premonition became reality, and the squadron leader looked bad.

Especially after knowing that the three teams had suffered more than twenty casualties, their faces became even worse.

"Baga, I'm too impulsive. Even though I knew I had lost the opportunity to raid, I still let you attack. I will take all the responsibility for defeat!" In order to let my subordinates learn from their lessons, understand what real special operations are, and to prevent them from losing confidence in special operations, the squadron leader decided to take all the responsibilities.

"Bang bang bang..." At this time, the annoying gunshots rang behind him again.

"It must be the Eighth Route Army special forces. Knowing that we were defeated, I wanted to rush over and bite us!" The squadron leader shouted with a calm face and gritted his teeth.

"The troops gathered immediately and we evacuate. They were too familiar with the terrain here, and we were no match for it!"
Chapter completed!