The Japanese who were truly not afraid of death had just stayed at the station with the adjutant. Facing Hamasaki's gaze, all the Japanese around him lowered their heads and said nothing.

"Baga, you are still warriors of the Empire. Do you all want to be cowards?" Hamazaki couldn't help but curse loudly.

Finally, Major Hamazaki directly named a second lieutenant, and left him a combat team, and then took the remaining troops to continue to escape to Laiyuan without looking back.

More than ten minutes later, Wang Ping appeared in front of the Japanese blocking position.

Because there was no time to dig a trench, more than a dozen Japanese directly used the earth slopes on both sides of the official road to lie on the ground to block the independent camp.

"Battery Commander, there are not many Japanese people. I will take people to kill them directly. One charge can eat them!" The first company commander Zhang Qing rushed to Wang Ping and asked for a fight.

"Bang with a grenade launcher first, and then rush. We have won tonight. If you can sacrifice less warrior, you will sacrifice less!" Wang Ping shook his head and ordered.

Four-door grenade launchers smashed more than a dozen grenades on the Japanese in less than half a minute.

Seeing that the Japanese behind the earth slope were constantly being blown up in the explosion, Wang Ping immediately ordered Zhang Qing to attack without saying a word.

"Dadada..." Six tilted hands were on the head, and the six machine gunners pulled the trigger and fired, rushing towards the Japanese position.

The riflemen followed closely behind and rushed forward with rifles. Of course, the guns in their hands were not idle during the charge. As long as there was any abnormal movement in the Japanese position, they would immediately greet them with bullets to minimize the threat.

Although the attack bullets consumed very much in this way, the Eighth Route Army could not bear it at all. However, after several attacks, commanders at all levels of the Independent Battalion had seen the huge benefits of this offensive method.

The machine gun head means that the offensive troops can have a steady stream of firepower to suppress the Japanese army. In this way, the casualties of the offensive troops can be reduced to a minimum.

The successful attacks before proved this fact to them.

There were fifteen Japanese soldiers in total, and the four-grenade bombs reduced their personnel by more than half. There were six or seven Japanese soldiers left. Looking at the Eighth Route Army rushing over, they wanted to show their bodies from behind the earth slope to counterattack. However, the firepower of the first series of attacks was too strong, and the flying bullets all flew back against the edge of the earth slope. As soon as they looked up, bullets would fly over and explode their heads.

After three people died in a row, the remaining four Japanese were left as turtles, hiding behind the earth slope and bayonetting the rifle, hoping that their hand-to-hand combat could pull a few Eighth Route Army troops to give him a back before they died.

What made them desperate was that they did not wait for the Eighth Route Army to fight for bayonets with them, but they waited for more than a dozen grenades that fell from the sky and were emitting white smoke.

"Baga, it's a grenade, everyone should hide... Boom boom boom..." A sergeant who was still alive, had not finished his terror reminder, and a violent explosion rang in their ears.

All four Japanese were affected, either directly killed or injured, and lost their combat effectiveness!

As soon as the attacking troops rushed up the dirt slopes guarded by the Japanese army, Wang Ping knew that the Japanese were finished, and then ordered the soldiers around him who did not participate in the attack: "Comrades, work harder and continue to pursue the Japanese!"

So, a chase of each other began again.

Half an hour later, both the Japanese and Wang Ping behind him had lost a lot of energy.

Looking at the warriors around him who were already breathing heavily, Wang Ping realized that if he continued to chase this, he would definitely be himself who couldn't hold on. After all, the battles around him had experienced a high-intensity battle. The Japanese have always been waiting for their work, and their physical strength must be better than the independent battalion.

"Is there anyone among the comrades who are locals?" The Independent Battalion recruited many new recruits in the surrounding villages, and the company must have been assigned. Wang Ping asked without thinking.

"I am!" Four or five people stood up immediately!

Wang Ping asked with anticipation: "Do you know any shortcuts nearby that can be copied? Just insert them directly in front of the Japanese. The closer the better!"

"I know one!" A warrior soon responded.

Wang Ping couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then ordered to the warrior: "Okay, you can take us to take a shortcut immediately and remember you for your merits!"

This idea was thought of by Wang Ping temporarily. As he ran, Wang Ping felt that the current official road was not like that of later generations. If it could be straightened, it would be straightened. Instead, with the help of the mountains and terrain, he tried to choose an easy place to build roads, and this led to the situation where the official road was full of curves.

Since there are many bends, there must be short roads and small roads that ordinary people have rush to walk out on their own. This is also a common situation in the mountains in later generations.

Although it was difficult to walk on the path, no matter what, Wang Ping finally rushed to the front of Hamasaki.

At this time, dozens of soldiers were already so tired that their faces were flushed, and they were all very tired, and they didn't want to get up when they lay on the ground.

"The devils are coming, hold on!" Looking at the light of a string of torches that appeared faintly at the end of the official road, Wang Ping immediately called his subordinates to prepare for the battle with exhausted eyes.

"When the Japanese fired the torch, it is easy to see who was carrying the radio station. We ambushed the Japanese here. The machine gunner filled the bullets. After the battle started, we must use the most powerful firepower to kill the Japanese. But no one can attack the Japanese with the radio station. The Japanese around the radio gave me the three sharpshooters. We have been chasing them for so long to build the radio station. We must seize them intact!"

The Japanese who had run for two hours were also very tired, but none of them dared to stop. Although there was no trace of the Eighth Route Army pursuing troops behind them, the Eighth Route Army was too cunning and might have emerged from somewhere to ambush them.

So, despite running so hard that dozens of Japanese soldiers still gritted their teeth and persevered.

Fortunately, Hamazaki used a radio station to contact Laiyuan City on the way to retreat and asked Laiyuan City to draw troops from the nearest stronghold to pick him up.

Judging from the time, there are still twenty minutes left for everyone to collide with the support troops. It is precisely because of this expectation that dozens of Japanese devils gritted their teeth and rushed to the road.

Just as they were looking forward to the face of anticipation and waiting to collide with the support troops, a row of heads and muzzles suddenly appeared on the ridge beside them, and then the muzzles spit out flames.

"Baga! How could there be an Eighth Route Army here!" Major Hamazaki shouted with a look of horror.

But the answer to him was apart from the sound of machine gun strafing.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of subordinates lost more than half of them, and the radio operator around him fell to the ground, and his headshot was directly shot, and the red and white brains were splashed everywhere.

"Roar, keep rushing forward, and rush out to survive!" The enemy who ambushed himself had strong firepower. If he continued to stay here, the entire army would be destroyed in less than half a minute. Hamasaki knew this very well. Then he decisively made a breakout order.

The firepower of the Independent Battalion was too strong. Under the protection of five or six people, Major Hamazaki rushed forward for more than ten meters, and all of them were beaten to death.

As for Hamasaki himself, when he was about to rush out of the firepower net, a bullet shot into his head very accurately.
Chapter completed!