The main force of the Seventh Detachment led by Zhao Shangzhi was inserted from the junction of the Yoshisong United and the Xiaogu Team. Stepping on the edge of the dry fields and paddy fields, the soldiers of the Seventh Detachment launched fierce firepower, gradually driving the Japanese in the Xiaogu Team from the southwest direction of the settlement point to the south. The bazooka hands rushing into the forward group kept firing rockets, and the flames sprayed out from the firing tube shone from time to time, like fire dragons spitting out their tongues.

The people in front just risked their lives to rush forward, while the people following behind separated a squad to both sides. After chasing the remaining enemies for dozens of meters, they lie down on the spot to form strong firepower points. As more and more of these firepower points, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, and these firepower points were laid into a straight line on the Japanese positions. The head of the straight line quickly extended towards the settlement point, and the tail of the straight line gradually shook towards the riverside.

There were not many personnel at the junction of Jisong United and Xiaogu Brigade, and most of their personnel were concentrated on leaving the position. Such a small number of personnel could not resist the rapid impact of the Seventh Detachment. The Seventh Detachment was like a red-burned steel knife cutting open the butter, cutting a path in one fell swoop, dividing the two parts of the Japanese.

The strong explosion sound and dense bullets woke Yoshimoto who was resting. The days of marching and fighting had exhausted Yoshimoto's energy. He was going to take advantage of the night to sleep, and the sudden attack would break his dream.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The chaotic Japanese soldiers shouted and screamed. Mengmeng got up from the resting place, twisted her butt and turned around and entered the battle.

The flares were raised up into the air, illuminating the night like daylight. A few minutes later, Jisong judged that the number of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces inserted into was several times higher than the one they surrounded. The Anti-Japanese Allied Forces launched an indiscriminate attack on its own troops and Xiaogu's troops, and its brave attitude challenged him.

Not only that, the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces at the settlement site surrounded by a group of people also emerged. The target was the same as the newly appeared Anti-Japanese Allied Forces, and it was also directly attacking the junction of himself and Xiaogu's troops. Seeing that the two Anti-Japanese Allied Forces were only a few hundred meters apart, if they were joined together, it would not only be more difficult to eliminate them, but also indicates the failure of the encirclement and the fact that he would become moldy.

Yoshimoto looked at the officers surrounding him, then looked at the soldiers who were constantly retreating, and whispered with a hint of sorrow: "You guys, the time for the final decisive battle is here. It's time to die for His Majesty the Emperor. Our nightmare for more than half a month is about to dissipate. I will follow His Majesty's guidance and move forward bravely. Now I will designate the commander to replace me." Yoshimoto's indifferent eyes floated to several captains, "Ono, you are the first, Kawayo, you are the second, OK! I'll go first, you will follow!"

Jisong had already determined to die. The people around him felt the bleakness radiating from Jisong's body. They also felt that this was probably the last battle. They all lowered their heads and shouted tragically: "Hayi!"

Neither Yoshimoto nor Xiaogu asked Tugu's help telegram in the command center. The endless wilderness could be seen far away. They had already seen fireballs flashing around the command center and people were everywhere. Obviously, the command center was also attacked by the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces. It would be strange if Tugu had kung fu to control them.

"Woo...ah...ah..." The Japanese, who were knocked out of the raid, woke up and reorganized. Under the leadership of officers of all sizes, shouted sharp slogans, and stumbled madly to charge at the firepower left on the roads of the Anti-Japanese United Army. In a hurry, they were constantly dispersed and reorganized. The squadron commander died in battle, the squadron commander died in battle, the squadron commander died in battle, the squadron commander died in battle, the squadron commander died in battle, the squadron commander died in battle, and even officers at the squadron commander level were also injured and killed in large numbers. The system gradually became chaotic. The combat mode of skilled team combat division was replaced by the chaotic attack.

Ma Qian'an's troops took more than 100 soldiers who were not injured or slightly injured as the vanguard, jumped out of the Tuxiangzi that had been holding for several hours, and rushed towards the direction of Zhao Shangzhi's response troops in a hurry. In the middle of the team were dozens of war horses carrying severely wounded and some spoiled warriors. A few slightly injured soldiers walked with their horses and followed behind the vanguard. The back team was a back guard unit composed of 70 strong men, fighting against the elite soldiers of the 136th Brigade who were constantly crossing the Tuxiangzi to participate in the pursuit. They came from the northeast. Since the moment the breakout battle began, the commander of the Second ** Brigade of the Brigade had correctly judged the intention of the horse department, and they quickly chased after them.

Ma Qian'an personally cut off the rear. The Japanese who chased from behind were not disrupted by the establishment and still maintained their strong combat effectiveness. One after another, the Japanese took advantage of the Ma army's guards' lying down to fight back, and passed Ma Qian'an's defenders from the side. In addition to some of them continuing to pursue the wounded in the middle of the Ma army, the other part turned over and blocked Ma Qian'an's retreat and surrounded him.

The machine gun and the submachine gun were fired for a while, and gradually weakened. Some soldiers began to shout in a hurry: "There are no bullets!"

"pistol!"

"There are no bullets on the pistol!"

The bodies overlapped on the road and walked forward, with 38 guns scattered all over the ground.

"Pick up the Japanese gun and fight for bayonets!" Ma Qian'an embraced the destiny and fired all the bullets in the last drum in one breath. The Japanese who turned over and surrounded him fell down instantly. Then he threw the empty gun into the air, fell to the ground and picked up a 38 spear with a bayonet.

With the light of the flares, Ma Qian'an saw clearly that the Japanese were only 30 in front of him, and behind him were hundreds of "high-spirited" Japanese soldiers who were screaming.

"Communication soldier! Call the naval gun and cut off the Japanese behind us!" Ma Qian ran into Changkong with a sound, wielding his voice, and conveyed his words to the communicator who was squatting on the ground and fighting back with a gun several dozen meters away from him.

The battlefield had become a mess. Under the crazy counterattack of the Japanese, Zhao Shangzhi's forward progress slowed down. They approached Ma Qian'an's troops in a difficult situation, and several places entered a close-fitting melee combat state.

The Japanese soldiers in front and behind were getting closer and closer, and the tracer pulled out of the bullet kept flashing around Ma Qian'an. More and more soldiers around him fell. "Sun... Sun..." Several bullets passed by Ma Qian'an's ears, and the hot wind blew hurt his ears, and Ma Qian'an stopped!

"I'm not afraid of death! Kill with me!" Ma Qian'an shook his big gun, and the gun body made a rustling sound from Ma Qian'an's violent shaking.

"Fukuma! Fukuma shouted! He called me to fight for bayonets with them. Aren't they Bushido? Come on! Come and have fun!"

"Crazy! I like it! Our brothers are going to kill the enemy side by side again!" Li Fengshan, who retreated to Ma Qian'an, tried hard to lift the bayonet and stood side by side with Ma Qian'an.

"Are you injured?" Ma Qian'an felt that Li Fengshan's health was not as flexible as usual.

"Puff! A small injury!" Li Fengshan let out a mouthful of blood and shook his body.

The Japanese fired another round of bullets, closed the insurance, and rushed into Ma Qian'an's array with a long spear. Just now, the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces shouted the word "bayonet" in Japanese without accents. Bastard! If there is no bullet, they start to cheat and ask for knives? Are we afraid? You have never dared to fight, they just hide in fortifications and shoot those timid and humble guns and shells.

Near... A flare rose above Ma Qian'an's side, and the strong light of the flare reflected on the cold bayonets on both sides, and the cold light flowed over.

"Put! Press! Punch!" Ma Qian'an shot his head and stabbed a short Japanese man who had just rushed in front of him. He then loudly reminded himself that those soldiers who had not received much bayonet training to pay attention to the stinging steps. He did not expect it to be of much use. If he could hold on for a while, the shouts of Zhao Shangzhi's troops were getting closer and closer.

Ma Qian was a man with a strong man. He held the 38 gun in his hand as light as a wooden stick. His regular strength ensured that his movements were rapid and powerful, and he could fight for a long time without moving.

Kill! Another standard powerful thrust, stabbing the second Japanese jumped over, and withdrew the bayonet, "Wow", a blood arrow cut out a fan with the Japanese's tilt.

Bang! The bayonets on both sides attacked each other, and the bayonet on Ma Qian'an's spearhead that had become soft was touched. At the critical moment, the "three circles" bayonets did not give face.

Seeing the cheap, the Japanese opposite tilted his neck and bounced his legs forward, and sent his arms, and a bloody bayonet stabbed Ma Qian'an's lower abdomen.

Ma Qian'an skillfully flashed his waist, and the Japanese bayonet flashed across the side with a squeak. Ma Qian'an quickly reached his right hand to the handle of the gun with his left hand, held the handle of the gun with both hands, adjusted the buttstock and swung it. He made a small step wrong, and pointed the Japanese head straight down. With a "click", he hit the Japanese shoulders. The gun broke and half of the gun fell to the ground. The Japanese covered his broken shoulder blades and fell down in pain. The spear fell at Ma Qian'an's feet. Ma Qian'an leaned over and picked up his spear and stabbed the Japanese lying on the ground.

Two more Japanese came up and pointed their swords at Ma Qian'an. Ma Qian'an sniffed and pressed the other two bayonets with his own bayonet. The two Japanese screamed and tried their best to lift up. They could not pick out Ma Qian'an's bayonet at all. If Ma Qian'an pressed their bayonet down, the consequence would be to shine their chests to the opponent. As soon as the two Japanese and Ma Qian'an's bayonets were handed over, they immediately felt heavy pressure. No one dared to withdraw the knife first. The person who withdrew the knife first might not have been stabbed by the opponent before his companion would be stabbed into the chest by the opponent, and they could only try their best to support it.

Stupid! Ma Qian'an was secretly happy and took the initiative to make a move. He flashed his body and swung his right hand forward, and smashed the butt on the neck of the Japanese on his right hand. The Japanese on his right immediately fell to the ground with a gurgle.
Chapter completed!