The Japanese soldiers who were at a numerical disadvantage were retreating steadily, but the soldiers of the independent regiment became more and more courageous as they fought.

In particular, Wei Dayong, Zhang Dabiao and Sun Desheng acted violently, and the Japanese kept falling into a pool of blood.

Seeing that the situation was over, Yamazaki looked desperate and said to the ordering soldier beside him: "Tanaka, hurry up and send the order to blow up the mortars. We can't leave them to the Chinese!"

"Hi!"

The messenger Tian Zhong immediately nodded and said, holding a tortoise box in his hand, he ran towards the mortar position.

While running, an Eighth Route Army soldier came out to stop him and was shot to death by Tanaka.

The sound of gunfire immediately attracted Wei Dayong's attention. He looked over at the sound and saw a bespectacled Japanese man running towards the rear of the battlefield.

Looking in the direction he was running, there was a dead tree over there, and mortars were lined up under the dead tree.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed and fired directly in the direction of the hand-to-hand battle, but the two sides were entangled, and the Japanese artillery did not dare to fire at all.

Wei Dayong's expression changed slightly, "No, the Japanese want to destroy those mortars!"

"Special operations company, follow me!"

Throwing down the broken red tassel gun, Wei Dayong picked up a ghost machete and pointed the blade in the direction of the mortar.

The nearby Langya team heard Wei Dayong's voice.

They all followed Wei Dayong.

Some soldiers from the special operations company also followed. The entangled Japanese wanted to stop them, but Zhao Gang led the soldiers from the second echelon to rush forward.

The Japanese outside the ring fortifications were completely submerged in the sea of ​​people from the independent regiment.

Wei Dayong pointed forward: "Wang Xikui, kill that running Japanese!"

"Yes!" Wang Xikui agreed.

He pulled the bolt of the gun and knelt on the ground with one knee. The muzzle of the gun moved in the direction of the Japanese's running.

Bah!

At a distance of 50 meters, the bullet penetrated the prisoner's head, and his body fell sideways into the trench due to the inertia of running and the penetration of the bullet.

However, the Japs messenger was shouting while running, and his voice reached the ears of the Japs squad leader intermittently.

Seeing that the messenger was hit, the squad leader was stunned for a moment before reacting.

"Quickly, blow up these mortars!"

The squad leader's pained eyes flashed away, even among the imperial army, these mortars were treasures.

When the Eighth Route Army rushed towards Lijiapo, the man in charge of carrying artillery shells and the assistant gunner rushed forward with Type 38 rifles and bayonets.

Only a dozen main gunners remained to operate the mortars.

Even without Captain Yamazaki's order, at the last moment, the squad leader would have ordered all the mortars to be blown up.

"Hi!"

Several Japanese soldiers heard the squad leader's order and took out cantaloupe grenades from their waists.

At this time, a tongue of flame suddenly extended from a distance, and before he could even pull the safety cover, the Japanese's body was beaten into a sieve.

In the distance, Yang Dahe held a machine gun and fired with a long sweep, emptying the twenty rounds of ammunition in the magazine.

The soldiers of the special operations company were also running and firing. More than a dozen Japanese artillerymen were unable to fight back and fell down one after another after being shot.

The squad leader was shot in the left chest. He climbed to a mortar, pulled the safety of two grenades, and knocked on the mortar barrel.

Then he slid the grenades into the barrels of the two mortars and pressed the mortars under him.

boom--

boom--

With two muffled sounds, the squad leader and the mortar were blown to pieces by the grenade.

Rushing closer, Wei Dayong saw that there were still five Type 97 81mm mortars that had not been blown up, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

After capturing these five mortars, plus the previous five, Li Yunlong's beloved artillery battery can be built.

The firepower of the independent regiment went up to a higher level.

Wang Chengzhu patted this mortar and hugged the other one, as if he had found a beautiful wife, smiling from ear to ear.

Yang Dahe put on a magazine and joked: "Little fat man, isn't it just a few mortars? Why do you act like an old hat who has never seen the world, as if you have seen a gold ingot, as for success like this?

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"You idiot, you know nothing!" Wang Chengzhu said, "The Japanese Type 97 81mm mortar is much rarer than the gold ingot."

Having said this, Wang Chengzhu showed a look of pain on his face again: "It's a pity that the stupid Japanese have to take away two of them before they die."

Wei Dayong glanced back and forth and saw that all the Japs were dead, so he said: "Zhu Zhu and Gensheng, you two and a few people will guard this place. Don't let the Japs blow up the cannon!"

Wang Chengzhu and Wang Gensheng said in unison: "Yes!"

"Everyone else, follow me!"

After finishing speaking, Wei Dayong returned to the battlefield carrying the Ghost Head Sword.

Hand-to-hand combat not only tests skills, but also tests soldiers' physical strength and will.

After several rounds of fighting, most of the Japs fell down, and those who survived were assassination masters.

A Japanese officer wearing a yellow military uniform with the rank of lieutenant was fighting with Kong Jie.

Although the lieutenant was of medium height, he looked very strong, fair-skinned, and handsome. He was young but extremely brave. He had a bayonet in his hand, stabbing left and right, and struck frequently, forcing Kong Jie to the point of death.

Backing away continuously.

There were two soldiers nearby who wanted to help, but the Japanese knocked them to the ground with the butt of their rifles, and their jaws were crooked.

Another soldier was stabbed in the chest.

Kong Jie shouted: "Don't even come here!"

His face was flushed, his blood was gushing, his eyes were shining brightly, and his whole body exuded murderous aura.

Li Yunlong finished cleaning up the Japs nearby, and together with dozens of soldiers, surrounded Kong Jie and the Japs. Wei Dayong also came over.

The masters competed with each other, and the victory or defeat was only a matter of millimeters. Kong Jie and the Japanese Lieutenant passed a dozen moves in the blink of an eye.

The military uniforms of both men were torn by blades, and Kong Jie's arm was cut with a bayonet.

The Japanese lieutenant didn't get any advantage either. His face was cut horizontally from left to right by the blade of a knife, and even his nose was cut open.

Li Yunlong looked on and felt itchy, and said with a click of his tongue: "I said, Lao Kong, are you okay? If not, just change someone else, don't just occupy the latrine and do nothing."

Kong Jie used his machete to force the Japanese lieutenant back with one sweep, and said: "Old Li, you rest first, I'll play with this little Japanese for a while."

Wei Dayong reminded: "Commander, this devil's upper plate is very strict with each other, and the lower plate is completely exposed. You attack his lower plate."

Kong Jie's expression changed when he heard this, he turned sideways to avoid the opponent's thrust, threw himself to the ground, and swept the machete against the ground.

Lieutenant Guizi screamed, and his left foot was cut off from the ankle by the sharp Guitou knife. He lost his support and fell to the ground.

Then Kong Jie turned his wrist and cut off the head of the Japanese lieutenant with a knife.

Kong Jie glanced at Wei Dayong gratefully and looked at the battlefield. The Japs had been almost wiped out, and there was uncontrollable joy in his expression.

"Captain, we have surrounded Yamazaki!" At this time, a soldier ran over and said.
Chapter completed!