Just when they realized something was wrong, a row of heads suddenly appeared on the ridge, and everyone had weapons in their hands, some holding crooked handles, some holding pistols, and some holding rifles.

There were four crooked hands, ten pistols, five 38 large covers, and fired together. The dense bullets instantly covered the Japanese and puppet troops who were still standing, and more than a dozen people were fucked on the spot.

The remaining Japanese and puppet troops were also very quick to react, and subconsciously lay on the ground. Some people had even raised their weapons and prepared to fight back.

At this time, the sharpshooter in the rifle soldier fired.

The shooting distance of dozens of meters is like shooting a live target for them, one shot and the other is accurate.

After two consecutive rounds of gunfire, several Japanese and puppet troops who were still alive were either directly shot or hit in the back, and then died.

At this time, the three mortars behind him were almost shot, and each cannon still had three shells not shot out.

The main force of the Japanese devils five or six hundred meters away has become organized after a brief chaos. Although he has not yet wanted to kill him, Wang Ping is sure that once the remaining few shells are finished, the Japanese devils who have no concerns will come here.

"Run out, force the puppet army to surrender, and then retreat!" Wang Ping immediately ordered without saying a word.

"Don't move, whoever moves will kill anyone!" Nearly a hundred puppet troops, who were both lucky and afraid, were also a little scared, subconsciously reflected that they were confused. When they saw that there were less than twenty people in the Eighth Route Army, four crooked hands and ten pistols were already condescending, and half surrounded him towards him.

No matter when, there are always a few people who have the idea of ​​luck.

Seeing that there were not many soldiers from the Eighth Route Army, I was definitely unwilling to be a prisoner, and then subconsciously wanted to escape back.

But as soon as they moved, they immediately attracted several bullets. The bullets were not polite and greeted them directly. Four or five veterans were killed on the spot.

"No one is allowed to move, I will do whatever I ask you to do. If anyone doesn't obey the order, the gun in my hand will not be polite to him!" Chen Junyu shouted loudly.

Under the threat of death, the puppet troops finally became honest. They raised their rifles over their heads and waited for Chen Junyu's orders.

"Drop the bolts off!" In less than a minute, the bolts of the puppet army rifles were gathered together and then put in two cloth bags, carried by two riflesmen from independent battalions.

Losing the bolt, the rifle will lose its function. Chen Junyu breathed a sigh of relief and continued to order: "From now on, you are prisoners of the Eighth Route Army, like usual, lined up in two rows and followed us. If you don't want to be captured by the Japanese behind and become traitors, hurry up!"

Most of the puppet soldiers were forced to become traitors. Now they finally had the opportunity to ask the puppet soldiers to call them the name traitor. Of course, they would not let them go. They immediately carried rifles and lined up in two groups, and moved behind the ridge under the command of Chen Junyu.

At this time, the artillery platoon that had fired the shells had also collected its equipment. Seeing that Chen Junyu brought all the puppet troops back, Wang Ping was very satisfied. Then, without saying a word, he directly ordered the troops to continue to retreat backwards!

After Wang Ping walked for almost five minutes, a squadron of Japanese soldiers rushed up the ridge carefully.

Looking at the position under his feet where there was no body of the Eighth Route Army except for the shells, the Japanese squadron leader was imaginable, and he wanted to immediately lead people to catch up with the retreating Eighth Route Army.

But as soon as the order came to his mouth, he held it back.

Because the bloody and tragic scene of Guanliang stronghold suddenly appeared in his mind. The Eighth Route Army had the ability to easily eat a squadron of the Imperial Japanese Army. If he went deeper alone and pursued rashly, would he be targeted by the Eighth Route Army and become the next infantry squadron that would be destroyed in the entire army?

The squadron leader finally chose to endure, and while ordering the troops to be on the spot, he sent someone back to report to the corps captain.

It was ten minutes later that Ono climbed the ridge.

Thinking that the Eighth Route Army that he hated was so much that he was dying, and that it caused considerable casualties to the Imperial Army before leaving, Colonel Ono's anger surged up.

The Chief of Staff, who had just finished counting the results, didn't want to come over to touch Ono's brow at this time, but thought that the Eighth Route Army might escape further and further away, and many things still need to be decided by the little wild horse. In the end, he could only report it with his teeth.

"Captain of the regiment, the damage of the war just now has been counted, and the vanguard troops are completely destroyed. Fortunately, we only have one combat team, thirteen Imperial Army warriors, otherwise we will suffer greater losses!"

"However, judging from the battlefield situation, almost all the puppet troops in the vanguard company were captured by the Eighth Route Army. It can be seen that when these puppet troops faced the Eighth Route Army, their combat effectiveness was not as strong as we imagined, and they could even be said to have no combat effectiveness! So I do it manually, in the next pursuit battle, we must use the puppet troops with caution!"

"In addition to the vanguard troops, the Eighth Route Army's artillery also caused us a lot of casualties!"

"In less than a minute, we killed 43 warriors in battle, seriously injured and lost combat power, and dozens of people were slightly injured, but they did not affect combat power! In addition, the warriors needed to carry the seriously injured, another whole infantry squadron lost combat power!"

"Baga, is it because the Eighth Route Army is too strong or our combat effectiveness has declined. From the time of sending troops to now, two infantry squadrons have been lost without even seeing the main force of the Eighth Route Army. Who can tell us the reason?" Colonel Ono was angry and turned into a roaring lion and cursed loudly at his surrounding subordinates!

When everyone lowered their heads and didn't say anything, the chief of staff stood up and explained.

"The captain of the regiment, a very fatal reason is that we don't know much about the Eighth Route Army. At least we don't even understand their troops. It would be strange if we don't suffer any losses in this case!"

"Nani?" Ono wanted to be angry and scolded the Chief of Staff fiercely. But the words were swallowed by Ono himself as soon as they reached their mouths, because what the Chief of Staff said just now was true.

If you know the strength of the Eighth Route Army, you will probably avoid the losses in two consecutive games.

Just as Ono looked hesitant and thought about how to go next, the Chief of Staff spoke again.

"Wing Captain, there is still a crisis waiting for us now!"

"After almost losing two squadrons, the remaining Imperial Army warriors in our hands are less than three infantry squadrons, and the artillery squadron and machine gun squadrons have a total strength of less than 800. As for the puppet army, there is still a little more battalion left, but the combat effectiveness is almost negligible."

"If the Eighth Route Army is really as powerful as we imagined, then we will be in danger! As for the reason why the Eighth Route Army ate our two squadrons first, it is probably to lay the groundwork for the next decisive battle!"

Ono's brows frowned instantly, and his face, which was already hesitant, became even hesitant at some point!
Chapter completed!