Bright Sword: I am the old squad leader of the Northwest Shanxi Iron Triangle

At the same time, the T-26 tanks and BA-3 heavy armored vehicles that were blocking the mountain road also started slowly.

The remaining Japanese soldiers passed by Sakahara Shoshiro like a tide.

Although the old devil Sakahara Shoshiro ordered the entire army to mobilize, he was not very brave.

Sakahara Shoshiro surrendered to the British army in 1945 and was sentenced to death by hanging by the Far East Military Tribunal in 1948.

Before this old devil was sentenced to death by hanging, he made every possible effort to defend himself in the military court.

When this old Japanese soldier was sentenced to death by hanging, he was so scared that he burst into tears and collapsed to the ground.

For such a cunning devil, he would only incite his men to fight to the death.

Instigated by them, many Japanese soldiers charged forward with bayonets in hand.

"Long live the Emperor."

"Kill the chicken and give it to me."

"Long live the Emperor."

These Japanese soldiers stepped over the corpses of their companions and rushed forward desperately.

At this time, the soldiers of the two regiments led by Ding Wei and Kong Jie had never seen the Japanese fight in such a stupid way.

Although all the people didn't have many bullets, it was enough to launch a sweeping attack on the Japanese.

The sound of the gunboats being pulled was heard.

More than 200 Goryunov heavy machine guns were aimed at the Japanese soldiers rushing over.

"Shoot..." Ding Wei roared, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

In an instant, dense bullets flew towards the Japanese devils like hail.

There was no way for the Japanese soldiers who rushed over to avoid us.

Groups of Japanese soldiers were knocked to the ground.

Along the mountain road, the T-26 tanks and BA-3 heavy armored vehicles rushed forward and continuously fired at these little devils with heavy machine guns.

Once the Japanese launched the "Banzai" attack, there was no way to stop the charge.

These little Japanese devils were full of militarist ideas. They shouted "Long live the Emperor" and rushed forward regardless of the consequences.

Even though the Japanese soldiers in front of them fell in large numbers, they didn't care.

In 1942, during the Battle of Guadalcanal, John Basilone single-handedly killed more than 2000 Japanese soldiers with a heavy machine gun in one night.

Those Japanese soldiers shouted "Long live the enemy" and charged forward. They knew there were heavy machine guns ahead, but they still rushed forward regardless of the consequences.

The crossfire network formed by more than 200 heavy machine guns and a dozen tanks and armored vehicles rushing over from the front road was quickly harvesting the lives of these Japanese devils.

Many of the Japanese soldiers' bodies were blown to pieces by heavy machine gun bullets.

In less than five minutes, thousands more Japanese soldiers were killed in the hail of bullets.

More than 100 sharpshooters led by Wang Xikui no longer had to lie on the ground, they stood up directly.

The Mosin-Nagant sniper rifles in everyone's hands kept firing.

One after another, the Japanese soldiers who charged forward fell into the hands of Wang Xikui and his men.

Wang Xikui and his men had never killed the Japanese so happily before.

There was a burst of gunfire.

Soon, there came a series of clicking sounds from the heavy machine gun...the sound of the firing pin hitting each other in the air.

"Captain, our heavy machine guns are out of bullets."

"Captain, we are out of bullets."

Ding Wei and his men have run out of bullets.

At this time, the Japanese soldiers clearly felt that the number of bullets fired at them had greatly decreased.

Many Japanese soldiers howled and rushed forward again.

Li Yunlong kept stepping on the firing pedal, but could not fire a single shell: "Old squad leader, we have run out of shells."

Ling Yunzhi stood up and took a look.

All the anti-aircraft shells have been used up.

"Li Yunlong, take your men to support Long Wenjian." Before Ling Yunzhi finished speaking, Wang Chengzhu and his men rushed over from the mountain road in front of Ling Yunzhi.

At this moment, the whooshing sound was heard again.

Finally, more than 100 Katyusha rockets flew over their heads.

These more than 100 Katyusha rockets accurately fell into the crowd of Japanese soldiers, blowing them to pieces.

Wang Chengzhu shouted to the people behind him: "Brothers, hurry up and seize the Japanese anti-tank guns."

More than 200 artillerymen, led by Wang Chengzhu, approached the Japanese artillery positions at a very fast speed.

At this moment, Long Wenjian was leading his men to use the Japanese's 150mm heavy field howitzer to continuously bombard the Japanese who were rushing over.

"Long Wenjian, you've done a great job." Wang Chengzhu and others rushed to Long Wenjian, panting.

"Brothers, turn your guns around." Wang Chengzhu waved his hand.

When everyone looked, they saw that most of the Japanese artillery had been destroyed by the previous fire attack.

Less than 1/4 of the guns are usable.

Everyone quickly worked together to turn the Japanese artillery around.

Facing the Japanese invaders all over the mountains, the power exerted by large-caliber artillery is far less powerful than that exerted by small-caliber artillery.

Everyone was divided into groups of three or five.

They quickly operated the 75mm anti-tank gun and turned around to aim at the Japanese soldiers rushing towards them.

The Japanese had the most 81mm mortars and 60mm mortars left.

Soon, everyone turned all the available artillery pieces around and aimed them at the Japanese soldiers rushing towards them.

"Attention all units, aim and shoot." Wang Chengzhu saw the Japanese soldiers rushing over.

After he took aim, he stuffed a shell directly into the barrel.

Then he pulled the trigger hard.

With a loud bang, a shell was fired.

Less than 800 meters away from them, several Japanese soldiers were hit by artillery shells in an instant.

Accompanied by a deafening cannon roar, these Japanese devils turned directly into a ball of blood mist.

The hot and sharp shrapnel blew them all to pieces, scattering them everywhere.

The mortar gunner quickly raised his right thumb, measuring the distance and direction.

After aiming, they quickly stuffed the high-explosive shells into the barrel.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, a series of muffled sounds.

These mortar shells slid into the bottom of the barrel, then flew out of the barrel, drawing beautiful arcs in the air, and flew towards the Japanese infantry.

Immediately afterwards, deafening explosions continued to sound.

The shells exploded violently among the Japanese crowd.

Every artillery shell explosion could kill several Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese soldiers were all crowded in the middle of the mountain road.

As long as you aim at the Japanese and shoot, you won't have to worry about not being able to knock them down.

Sakahara Shoshiro watched as groups of Japanese soldiers fell down, while the firepower on both sides of the mountain road and in front was too fierce.

If he continues to fight like this, he will suffer heavy casualties and won't be able to break out.

"General, the gunfire is the least frequent behind us. We can't charge forward any further."

"General, as long as we rush out, it doesn't matter which direction we break out from."

"General, please think twice."