Anti-Japanese Black Wolf Special Forces

Zhang Wei just launched a surprise attack and killed a lot of Japanese soldiers.

His arrival boosted the morale of the brothers in the 63rd Division.

The division commander, in particular, was roaring loudly while firing a heavy machine gun.

"Brothers, our reinforcements are here, beat him up!"

The brothers of the 63rd Division were in high spirits and immediately launched a quick counterattack.

However, the good times did not last long. The Japanese soldiers split into two groups and launched a counterattack towards Zhang Wei. At the same time, infantry artillery shells and mountain artillery shells bombarded Zhang Wei crazily.

The team suffered heavy losses in an instant, and several light and heavy machine guns were silenced.

Zhang Wei shook off the hot sand on his head and cursed angrily through gritted teeth.

"Damn it, if only the Marshal's team was here, they could have killed a hundred more devils in this sneak attack!"

"Captain, the enemy's artillery fire is too fierce, and our brothers have suffered heavy casualties!"

"Fight, keep fighting. Even if there is only one person left, we must fight the devils to the end!"

Zhang Wei gritted his teeth and roared, then continued to fire with the heavy machine gun.

On the other side, Yuan Shuai was already about 200 meters away from the Japanese.

Unfortunately, one of the brothers stepped on a stone.

The stone rolled straight down.

A Japanese soldier happened to walk to the hillside to relieve himself. When he saw the team rushing down, he was stunned instantly.

Without having time to pull up his trousers, he hurriedly turned the rifle on his shoulder.

"Bah!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Hu Dacai immediately adjusted the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger.

A bullet whizzed past and pierced directly through the Japanese soldier's chest.

The sound of a gun is an order.

I didn't treat it as Hu Dacai's call.

Everyone on the hill opened fire.

30 Type 10 light machine guns, 30 Czech machine guns, and grenade launchers were firing at full capacity.

Only five Maxim guns were left unfired.

This was Yuan Shuai’s special instruction.

Because there were five Maxim guns, each of them had only half a belt and about a hundred bullets left.

The Japs also have planes, and the Maxim is the best weapon in his hands to deal with them.

He must leave it empty.

But even so.

The crazy bullets turned the Japanese' chests into hornet's nests.

The Japanese soldiers and horses were knocked to the ground by the grenade thrown one after another.

Moreover, there was only a command center of 54 people in the Japanese army camp, plus a transport team of more than 120 people, an ammunition team of 81 people, a team of cooks, several communications soldiers, medical soldiers, and a mountain artillery squadron of about 200 people.

All together, there are probably more than 500 people.

But the Japanese infantry were relatively concentrated, and their cooks were even preparing to cook, so the personnel were relatively dense.

Almost all machine gun bullets and grenades were directed at crowded places.

The riflemen armed with Czech rifles fired accurately at the relatively scattered Japanese soldiers.

For a time, the Japanese infantry artillery suffered heavy casualties.

The Japanese regiment commander was so scared that he ran behind a box piled with shells. He stared at the firepower on the mountain and the crowd rushing towards him. He was so scared that his face turned pale and cold sweat broke out.

"Bagalu, where did all these people come from? Fight back, fight back!"

"Artillery, turn around quickly and blow up that hill!"

The mountain artillery team was so frightened that they quickly changed the direction of the gun barrels.

But the Japanese used the Type 75 540 mountain cannon, which weighed kilograms.

Although it has two wheels for support and can rotate, their gun barrels are facing forward. To rotate 45 degrees, at least two people are needed on each side to lift the support arm of the mountain gun.

And at this moment, Hu Dacai shouted loudly.

"Czech style, aim at the Japanese artillery and fire, quickly!"

Just now, in order to kill the Japanese infantry as soon as possible and prevent the infantry from counterattacking, all their machine guns fired at the Japanese infantry.

Now, he saw through the telescope that the Japanese artillery was preparing for action, and immediately shouted loudly.

The directions of all 10 Czech-style rifles were adjusted.

Little Sweet Potato had also been aiming and firing at the Japanese artillery in the distance.

Although the recoil of the machine gun caused pain in his shoulder, he still did not stop shooting.

He had worked as an ammunition carrier for a machine gunner before and had fired it several times, so the Czech machine gun was not unfamiliar to him.

Moreover, while on the way, the fat man taught him some of his machine gun shooting techniques as they walked.

Release your finger each time you pull the trigger, so that each shot is kept in a short burst of about three to five bullets.

In this way, the continuous recoil will not be so strong, the shoulder will not be so painful, and the accuracy will be relatively improved.

Hu Dacai couldn't help laughing when he saw him shooting like this.

"Little sweet potato, you are really good. Although you are small, you are good at shooting with a machine gun! Keep going!"

"Of course, my brother taught me! ...Knock down two of them..."

Little Sweet Potato was full of pride. When he saw two Japanese soldiers being defeated by him in the distance, his confidence increased greatly...

The marshal in front has already started alternating cover attacks!

They ran in a direction that avoided the Japanese infantry and headed straight for the Japanese artillery.

See them getting closer.

Seeing that his men were dwindling in number, the Japanese regiment commander roared in anger.

"Bagayalu, put on your bayonets, charge!"

He had no other choice at this point.

Because there were too many machine guns and grenade launchers on the hillside, if the bombing continued like this, they would be killed sooner or later.

The only way to avoid the bombing of grenade launchers is to fight with bayonets.

Only during the bayonet fight, when the infantry of both sides were entangled, would the grenade launchers and machine guns on the hillside stop firing.

The Japanese soldier put on his bayonet and roared, rushing towards Yuan Shuai.

They wanted to stop Yuan Shuai from getting close to the artillery position so that the artillery could adjust its direction and bombard the hillside in time.

Yuan Shuai put his left hand to his mouth and whistled.

When Hu Dacai heard the sound, he shouted loudly.

"Everyone, charge down! Everyone, charge down!"

"Come on!"

All the soldiers ran up.

Although little Digu's feet were covered with blisters and were in great pain, he didn't want to let him down at this moment. He gritted his teeth, got up and rushed forward.

Several brothers around him immediately came to help.

One brother helped carry the machine gun, and two brothers supported him as he ran.

"Don't worry about me, just go ahead, I can run!"

Little Sweet Potato shouted with tears in his eyes.

"Nonsense, you are our Black Wolf Army Gui Army brother, we Gui Army wolf soldiers will never abandon our brothers!"

They were originally very united.

Especially the scene where Fatty and the others treated Little Sweet Potato before made them understand more clearly how important unity is.

The marshal in front had already rushed into the Japanese army with his brothers.

"Kill me!"

The Japanese officers roared one after another.

But they soon regretted it.

Because the people who rushed down, not counting the machine gunners and grenadiers at the back, actually numbered six or seven hundred.

After their sudden attack, all the infantrymen who could fight were less than two hundred people.

Two hundred versus seven hundred, let them quickly engage in a three-three defensive fight.

It's just three people defending, counterattacking and fighting back to back.

This move has a very amazing record in their combat history.

Once, when they were fighting with the Nationalist Army, seven or eight Nationalist soldiers might not be able to kill their three-man defense team.