Today is undoubtedly a festival for machine gunners. There are mental calculations and unintentional, dense machine gun arrays, and air defense fireworks on the ground to create air defense scattered areas, which allows machine gunners to shoot unscrupulously, but also increases the chance of hitting.

The key is that although the 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun has a large recoil and a somewhat slow fire rate, it is powerful and has a fast bullet speed.

According to previous orders, the machine gunners directly fired at the predetermined area, causing the plane to hit themselves. Then those with good skills can chase after them, which is simply a practical training.

On the Japanese side, they never expected that the Eighth Route Army would suddenly have such a powerful air defense force. They were completely confused and plunged into the air defense barrage.

Well, it is worth mentioning that the aviation corps in North China is not an elite force now. The aviation corps is very comfortable, especially in North China, I have basically never encountered any opponents, so most of the aviation corps here have just been

The Japanese who came out of the aviation school also planned to use it as their training base here so that the best pilots to train the south battlefield will come out.

But...well, that's the case. After 13 planes came and finally returned to Changzhi Airport, only 5 were injured. The rest were either blown up in the air, or hit the mountain by themselves, or just thrust into the head.

In the rice fields beside the Qingzhang River, the pilot was able to save his life, but he was captured alive by the Eighth Route Army.

Such a victory is enough to be recorded in history, but the Japanese did not mention it to the outside world. The headquarters also had the intention of being open to the outside world. Everyone had a tacit understanding and covered up the matter.

Of course, these are just later stories. Now the Japanese mobilization is still in its early stages, and the troops are in full swing, but the headquarters has been transferred and has not really stayed at Mada.

Everyone understands that today's victory can be once, with an ambush in it. If the Japanese came to bombers again, it would probably not be so easy to fight. Moreover, today's battle is not over yet.

In Shangkou Village, Wu Qian led the soldiers from the special forces to stay here. There was no need to pursue them. The Japanese chose to stop in Dongping, and the pursuit and attack were handed over to the Third Squadron of the Special Forces Brigade at the headquarters.

I have to say one thing here, there are two platoons of the special forces team. They didn't rest last night and were on the way forward of the Japanese detachment, paying close attention to controlling the Japanese's movements.

The special forces are not iron-clad, and they will be tired, so leaving the main battle to the headquarters special forces brigade that is waiting for the effort is the most correct choice.

In Nanhui Village, a small team of the Japanese entered here. In the small village, because of the river, the things that were pulled were long and narrow, and most of the houses with starry stars were not next to each other.

At the home of the old Hunter at the entrance of the village, a small team of Japanese soldiers regarded this place as a defense node and built firepower points in the yard and the house.

"Takahashi, make a fire and cook! This night's march is hungry!" In the yard, the team leader Oshima ordered the cooks in the team.

"Hayi!" Takahashi tightened his food pocket, which contained a bag of fine rice, and he took out a can of fish from his backpack. These cans are treasures. These soldiers in the mixed brigade were not like this at all.

The treatment was entirely because of the raid of the Eighth Route Headquarters, and then I received some rewards from the logistics side of the 36th Division.

Takahashi, no matter how there is a battle, he hurriedly walked towards the small woodshed on the east side of the courtyard, which is usually the place where Mr. Mao’s house cooks, and the dirt stove is there.

"Okay, all are on guard, don't let the Eighth Route Army attack!" Oshima smiled at Takahashi's back: "No matter what, fill your stomach first before you have the strength to fight..."

After Oshima finished speaking, he turned around and came to the house to find something to eat. Of course, he also wanted to find items that could be taken back to the country or exchanged for money. This time they were not in the village along the way.

The encounter of various thunders in the middle made the island's vigilance much less. I just thought that his comrades who were still alive this morning were now lying in the valley, and his expression was dim.

Whoosh... Dadao was rummaging through the cabinets, and he felt something flying through his ears and his ears hurt. When he looked closely, a blow-up arrow was nailed in front of his eyes, which made his heart hop thump

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Before Dashima could react, he felt weak and had difficulty breathing, and fell to the ground softly.

"The throat is worthy of being sealed when blood is sealed!" In the wall of the main hall, the soldier Zhao Xiaohu put away the blow drum with the blowing arrow and carefully placed the bottle containing the marquis of the blood in the wooden box.

The team leader was killed quietly, and the Japanese in the yard were unaware of it and were still holding guns outside the yard. However, in the kitchen, Dadao found some Huang Mai with a lighter.

Rang lit the fire. But just as he squatted down and looked at the stove, he was surprised to see a human face and a fast-striking palm.

"Ah...hehe..." Takahashi felt his throat being hit hard, and then he covered his throat, had difficulty breathing, and no longer had the strength.

In the stove, the soldier Zhao Dahu, wearing a black and gray, pushed the big pot above his head and put it aside, and then climbed out of the stove. Behind him, several other soldiers covered in black and gray crawled out one after another.

Hahaha... As the metal touching and friction sounded, the long muffler was twisted by the soldiers to the muzzle of the Black Star Pistol. Then, several soldiers poked out the barrel from the kitchen and looked at the hall.

In the main hall, Zhao Xiaohu and the others also crawled out from the exit with the portrait of the Kitchen God, and in their hands was the black star pistol with a muffler.

Both sides looked across the air, then raised their hands, and amid the sound of mechanical impact, bullets flew out from both sides, directly killing the Japanese in the yard silently.

After killing these Japanese, Zhao Dahu went to the atom first, and after dodging several tactics to avoid movements, he confirmed that there were no Japanese alive in the yard, so he made a safe gesture. Then, in a short while,

There were more than a dozen soldiers in the yard, who were their comrades-in-arms in the same squad.

"Okay, let's guard here, Xiaohu will see how other squads are going!" Zhao Dahu is the squad leader, directing the soldiers to take over the Japanese defense at Maoye's house, and let the thin Zhao Xiaohu go to another house along the tunnel.
Chapter completed!