"Old Xiao, how many Japanese are there in our retreat?"
"Not sure." Xiao Zhankui shook his head: "Just now I tried to send a squad to try to break out, but as soon as they reached the foot of the mountain, they were driven back by Japanese firepower."
"It seems that the little devil is determined to keep us here." Dabao, who was standing behind Gao Hongming, scratched his head with a grimace.
Gao Hongming glanced at him, "Why, are you scared?"
"What am I afraid of?" Dabao shook his head, "If I hadn't taken him in back then, Dabao would have starved to death in the wilderness. Even if I die here today, it's just a repayment of my life-saving grace.
I'm just a little unwilling to do so. The young master and the young mistress don't have a son yet. If he dies like this, how should I answer if the master and his wife ask him about it underground."
If someone said this to Gao Hongming in later generations, Gao Hongming would just think that the other person was farting, but now he could clearly feel that what Dabao said was what he meant.
For some reason, Gao Hongming suddenly felt a little red under his eyes. In order to cover up his situation, he patted Dabao on the shoulder: "Okay, you have to decide whether you are dead or not. How did I take you here today, young master?"
Going home.
Please call Geng Changshun quickly..."
Just as Gao Hongming's voice fell, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the front, followed by a familiar bugle sound...
"Tick-tick-tick-tick..."
Accompanied by the clear and exciting sound of the bugle.
Gao Hongming is now familiar with this bugle. Even though he has heard it countless times, it still makes people excited every time.
Accompanied by the sound of the bugle, a gray torrent rushed from the opposite side of the mountain towards the third brigade, which had just retreated and had not had time to breathe.
"Sir...it's the Eighth Route Army...they're here to support us."
The sharp-eyed Dabao pointed at the troops who had rushed to the foot of the mountain and were mixed with the Japanese army and shouted excitedly.
"good!"
Gao Hongming also knew that the opportunity was rare, and waved his hand: "Wu Chengfeng and Xiao Zhankui gathered their teams immediately, leaving one platoon to look after the house. The others rushed down with me to pick up the Eighth Route Army."
"clear!"
Seeing the Eighth Route Army coming for reinforcements, the morale of the militia soldiers also increased. The remaining two hundred or so soldiers followed Gao Hongming and other officers and rushed towards the Japanese Third Battalion at the foot of the mountain.
Of course, this charge also needs to be organized. At the front were more than forty soldiers holding MP40 submachine guns, followed closely by soldiers holding Mauser 98K rifles with bayonets. As for the MG42 machine gun team due to lack of
It was convenient for charging, so they were all left on the mountain.
Of the 60MP40 submachine guns that were originally cashed out, there are now 50 left, all of which were arranged by Gao Hongming to the front.
"Da da da……"
"Da da da……"
The Third Battalion, which was entangled with the new group, was panicked by the militia group that suddenly came down from the hillside. In the panic, Naoto Urakami quickly dispatched a squadron to block the attack from behind, but what he didn't expect was that,
Faced with close-range fire from more than 40 submachine guns, the precise shooting and stabbing techniques that the Japanese army was proud of were of no use at all.
They won't play shooting with you at all, they will just flood you with bullets.
"Da da da……"
After Gao Hongming hit a Japanese soldier who appeared in front of him, the sound of the firing pin coming out of the gun was heard. He casually pulled out the magazine and threw it on the ground. He skillfully pulled out another magazine from his waist and replaced it.
After firing the trigger, he held it against his waist and fired a burst forward.
In the Japanese position, Yoshida Yoshida, who was sweating profusely and with his head still wrapped in a bandage, found Urakami Naoto and said, "Your Excellency, Captain, the Chinese have already rushed over. Let's turn to the Fifth Battalion, shall we?"
Naoto Urakami held the command knife with a somewhat lonely look on his face: "It's too late... Yoshida-kun, do you think we can still go out now? Or will the Chinese give us this chance?"
Yoshida Yoshida looked around and saw that there were fewer and fewer soldiers on his side, and there were Chinese soldiers everywhere.
He suddenly started to curse: "Baga... The Third Brigade and the First Brigade are useless. They saw us being besieged by the Chinese and they didn't even come to support us. I must report this to the brigade commander!"
"The problem is that we have to go back." Naoto Urakami shook his head: "Actually, the third brigade and the first brigade have already arrived. As long as we persist for another twenty minutes, the Chinese people will become the turtles in the urn, but the Chinese people are not
We will be given this time.
Yoshida-kun, I’m really sorry that I have brought you into trouble due to my incompetence.”
Yoshida Premier smiled sadly: "Urakami-kun, it is meaningless to say this now, let us be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor together!"
"Okay... let's serve the country for seven lives together!"
Naoto Urakami laughed, pulled out his command sword and charged towards the group of soldiers wearing gray-green military uniforms and M35 helmets who were charging towards them from behind.
Upon seeing this, the Yoshida Premier League followed closely with a few guards. However, they only rushed less than a hundred meters before being turned into a hornet's nest by the oncoming intensive firepower.
More than ten minutes later, the third brigade was besieged by the Xinyi Regiment and the militia led by Gao Hongming. Except for a few people, almost all the rest were wiped out. The Liantai County militia and the Xinyi Regiment also officially joined forces.
There are two teams, one wearing gray military uniforms. Most of the soldiers have relatively miscellaneous equipment. They have Japanese Type 38 rifles, made in Hanyang, officially made in China, Type 11 machine guns, and Type 92 heavy machine guns. As for heavy weapons, there are only two
The door was empty of mortar shells.
The other team wore standard gray-green German uniforms, M35 steel helmets, blankets, water bottles, lunch boxes, gas masks, and engineer shovels. It can be said that they have all the individual equipment that infantry should have.
Not only that, their rifles are all original Mauser 98K, many soldiers hold MP40 submachine guns, and the machine guns are unified MG42 general-purpose machine guns.
Just in terms of appearance, the two teams can be said to be on par with each other.
However, Gao Hongming knows very well that the combat effectiveness of an army is not only determined by weapons and equipment, but also by the individual quality of the soldiers.
Gao Hongming finally saw Li Yunlong, the absolute leading man in Bright Sword.
Li Yunlong is of medium height and in his thirties.
His skin is somewhat dark and he looks very well-proportioned, but his head is a little bit bigger. Judging from his appearance, he can even be called honest, but the gangsterism and fierce look in his eyes from time to time are always reminding others that this is
This guy is definitely not a nice guy.
Li Yunlong also immediately looked at Gao Hongming. The reason was very simple, because behind Gao Hongming, more than a dozen soldiers holding submachine guns and several officers-looking people were crowding around him with him as the center.