The Japs who were truly not afraid of death had just stayed at the station with the adjutant. Facing Hamasaki's gaze, all the Japs around him lowered their heads and remained silent.
"Baga, you are still not an empire warrior, do you all want to be cowards?" Hamasaki couldn't help but cursed loudly.
In the end, Major Hamasaki directly named a second lieutenant, left a combat unit with him, and then took the remaining troops to escape towards Laiyuan without looking back.
Ten minutes later, Wang Ping appeared in front of the Japanese blocking position.
Because there was no time to dig trenches, a dozen Japanese soldiers directly used the slopes on both sides of the official road to lie down on the ground to block the independent camp.
"Battal Commander, there aren't many Japs. I'll lead my men and kill them directly. I can eat them all with one charge!" Zhang Qing, the company commander, immediately rushed to Wang Ping's side and asked for a fight.
"First use the grenade to blast, and then charge. We have won the battle tonight. If we can sacrifice one less soldier, we will sacrifice one less!" Wang Ping shook his head and ordered.
With four grenade launchers, it took less than half a minute to hit the Japanese with more than a dozen grenades.
Seeing that the Japanese behind the slope were being blown up by the explosion, Wang Ping immediately ordered Zhang Qing to attack without saying a word.
"Da da da..." With six crooked handles, six machine gunners pulled the triggers and fired while rushing towards the Japanese position.
The riflemen followed closely behind, charging forward with rifles in hand. Of course, the guns in their hands were not idle during the charge. Whenever there was any abnormal movement in the Japanese position, they would immediately use bullets to greet them and minimize the threat.
Although the consumption of bullets in such an attack is very high, the general Eighth Route Army cannot bear it. However, after several attacks, commanders at all levels of the independent battalion have seen the huge benefits brought by this attack method.
The machine gun head means that the attacking troops can have a steady stream of firepower to suppress the Japanese army. In this way, the casualties of the attacking troops can be reduced to a minimum.
The previous successful attacks again and again proved this fact to them.
There were a total of fifteen Japs, and a random explosion of four grenade launchers reduced their number by more than half. There were six or seven Japs left. Looking at the rushing Eighth Route Army, they wanted to reveal themselves from behind the slope and fight back. However,
The attacking firepower of the company was so fierce that all the flying bullets flew back against the edge of the slope. As soon as they raised their heads, bullets would fly over and blow their heads off.
After three people died in a row, the remaining four Japs could only act as cowards, hiding behind the slope and fixing bayonets on their rifles, hoping that their good hand-to-hand combat would draw a few Eighth Route Army soldiers to back them up before they died.
What made them despair was that they did not wait for the Eighth Route Army to fight with them with bayonets, but instead they waited for more than a dozen grenades that fell from the sky and emitted white smoke.
"Baga, it's a grenade, everyone, hurry up and take cover... Boom boom boom..." Before the still-living sergeant finished his frightening reminder, a violent explosion rang in their ears.
The four Japs were all affected. They were either killed directly or injured and lost their combat effectiveness!
As soon as the attacking troops rushed up the slope where the Japanese troops were guarding, Wang Ping knew that the Japs were finished, and then ordered the soldiers around him who did not participate in the attack: "Comrades, work harder and continue to pursue the Japs!"
Thus, a chasing battle began again.
After half an hour, the physical strength of both the Japanese and Wang Ping had dropped a lot.
Looking at the soldiers beside him who were already breathing heavily, Wang Ping realized that if he continued to chase like this, he would be the first to be unable to hold on. After all, everyone around him had experienced a high-intensity battle. The Japanese had always been waiting for work.
, the physical strength must be maintained better than that of the independent camp.
"Is there any of you comrades who are locals?" The Independence Battalion recruited a lot of new soldiers from the surrounding villages, and the company must have been assigned to them as well. Wang Ping asked without thinking about it.
"I am!" Immediately four or five people stood up!
Wang Ping asked with expectation: "Then do you know if there is any shortcut nearby that you can take and get in front of the Japanese? The closer the better!"
"I know one thing!" A soldier soon responded.
Wang Ping couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and then ordered to the soldier: "Okay, take us to a shortcut immediately, and we will record your merits when we go back!"
This idea came to Wang Ping temporarily. As he ran, Wang Ping felt that the current official roads are not like those of later generations, which can be straightened as long as they can. Instead, they use the mountains and terrain to choose easy places to build roads.
And this leads to a situation where there are curves everywhere on the official road.
Since there are many twists and turns, there must be shortcuts and trails that people in a hurry can take by themselves. This is also a situation that often occurs in mountainous areas in later generations.
Although the path was difficult to walk, Wang Ping finally arrived in front of Hamasaki no matter what.
At this time, dozens of soldiers were so tired that their faces were flushed. They were all very tired and lay on the ground without wanting to get up.
"The Japs are coming, just hold on!" Seeing the faint light of a string of torches appearing at the end of the official road, Wang Ping immediately summoned his subordinates to prepare for battle.
"The Japs have torches, so it's easy to see who is carrying the radio. We will ambush the Japs here, and the machine gunners will load up the bullets. When the battle begins, we must use the strongest firepower to kill the Japs. But no one can attack the Japs carrying the radio.
The Japanese around the radio station handed over to the three sharpshooters I brought. We have been chasing for so long just to seize the radio station, and we must capture it intact!"
The Japs were very tired after running for two hours, but none of them dared to stop. Although there was no shadow of the Eighth Route Army's pursuit troops behind them, the Eighth Route Army was too cunning and might appear out of nowhere to attack.
They were ambushed.
Therefore, even though their legs were weak from running, dozens of Japanese soldiers still gritted their teeth and persisted.
Fortunately, on the way to retreat, Hamasaki contacted Laiyuan City through the radio and asked Laiyuan City to dispatch troops from the nearest stronghold to support him.
Judging from the time, there are still twenty minutes before everyone can meet with the response team. It is precisely because of this expectation that dozens of Japanese soldiers gritted their teeth and hurried on.
Just when they were looking forward to meeting the responding troops, a row of human heads and gun muzzles suddenly appeared on the mountain ridge next to them, and then the muzzles spit out tongues of flame.
"Baga! Why is there the Eighth Route Army here!" Major Hamasaki shouted with a look of horror on his face.
But the only answer to him was the sound of machine gun fire and screams.
In the blink of an eye, more than half of the dozens of subordinates were lost. The radio operator next to him also fell to the ground, and his head was shot directly, with red and white brains splattered everywhere.
"Charge, keep rushing forward. Only by rushing out can you survive!" The enemy ambushing him has strong firepower. If he continues to stay here, the entire army will be destroyed in less than half a minute. Hamasaki knows this truth very well. Then he decisively gave the order to break out.
The firepower of the independent battalion was so fierce that Major Hamasaki, protected by five or six people, had just rushed forward more than ten meters when all these people were killed.
As for Hamasaki himself, just when he was about to break out of the fire net, a bullet was shot into his head very accurately.
In an instant, most of Hamasaki's head was shattered. Then with despair on his face, he fell heavily to the ground and refused to close his eyes.