A magazine of 30,000 rounds, you call it Hanyang

The Fourth Battalion's position on the south side of the loess road was very busy at this moment.

The commander of the 8th Company, Sun Zhenguo, led the soldiers of the machine gun company to retreat quietly, while Chen Shengli and Song Pengcheng led the 1st Company, the 5th Company and Niu Dashan's reserve company to move forward.

The trenches are in the shape of a well. This time, the trenches are wider and deeper.

The soldiers crouched down and retreated quietly from the tunnel. The Japanese death squad hundreds of meters away had no way of noticing them.

It didn't take long before the ambush was rearranged.

In the weeds outside the trench of the Fourth Battalion, the Japanese soldier Ishikawa gently pushed the deputy battalion commander Koizumi.

"Koizumi-kun, the attack time agreed upon with the wing commander has arrived."

Koizumi rubbed his eyes, which were almost unable to open, and climbed out of the pile of weeds.

Looking at the devils around him, Koizumi lowered his voice and gave orders.

"Everyone, fasten your bayonets and prepare to launch a surprise attack on the Fourth Battalion's position."

"Don't shoot, just work quietly!"

"Hi!"

In the dry weeds, there was a sudden sound of bullets being removed and bayonets being loaded.

"Kill the chicken and give it to me!"

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was not bright.

Under the cover of the last bit of darkness, this group of about 300 Japanese death squads divided into three teams and tiptoed towards the first trench of the Fourth Battalion.

Long before the charge, Koizumi had already seen it clearly in the faint morning light.

There were only a dozen or so soldiers on guard in the first trench of the Fourth Battalion, but these soldiers had not moved for a long time.

People are most likely to feel sleepy at this time. He estimated that the people in the Fourth Battalion must have fallen asleep.

Koizumi's heart was beating wildly. He was afraid that the soldiers of the Fourth Battalion would suddenly wake up before he and the Japanese troops behind him rushed into the trenches.

If that happened, all his efforts tonight would be wasted.

But what excited Koizumi was that they had already rushed to the edge of the trench, and the soldiers of the Fourth Battalion were still lying on the edge of the trench, not moving at all.

"Whoosh!"

Koizumi was so excited that he jumped into the wide trench.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The Japanese soldiers behind him also followed his footsteps and quickly jumped into the trenches of the Fourth Battalion.

"Bagayalo! You dare to sleep while on guard duty? Die!"

Koizumi and the Japanese soldiers grinned and stabbed their bayonets into the motionless sentries.

However, the scream he expected did not come. The bayonet pierced the soil and sank into it.

Only then did Koizumi realize that his bayonet wasn't piercing the soldiers of the Fourth Battalion, but rather dummies wearing Eighth Route Army uniforms! Scarecrows!

"Baga! I've been fooled..."

Koizumi cursed angrily and thought to himself that something was wrong, but it was too late.

At this moment, hundreds of soldiers from the Fourth Battalion poured out from the vertical tunnel of the crisscross trench like a tide.

The one rushing in the front was a tall and scary black man holding an iron rod. It was Niu Dashan.

"What the hell are you yelling about, little devil? Take this!"

Niu Dashan shouted and swung the big iron stick to hit him on the head.

The confused Japanese deputy squadron leader Koizumi hurriedly tried to raise the rifle in his hand to block the attack, but how could he block it?

Niu Dashan is too fast and too strong.

Before he raised his gun, he felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, and immediately heard a loud noise in his ears. Then his head buzzed and he knew nothing.

"Little devil! Now you know how powerful grandpa is!"

Niu Dashan killed the Japanese deputy captain with one stick! He smashed Koizumi's brains into pieces!

Then, he picked up a big iron rod and rushed into the pile of Japanese soldiers with a roar. Every time the iron rod hit someone, one Japanese soldier would be killed. Even if they didn't die, at least their bones would be broken!

Niu Dashan's stick was too heavy and his strength was so great that no Japanese soldier could resist it.

It's like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, cutting them like melons and vegetables.

The Japanese soldiers in the death squad were completely confused!

They were confused not only because their leader Koizumi was killed as soon as he entered the trench, but also because of the bravery of Niu Dashan, Chen Shengli and others.

What confused them was that they couldn't tell friend from foe and didn't know who to attack!

Before Chen Shengli and others set off, Zheng Kaixuan asked them all to change into Japanese military uniforms.

In terms of clothing, the only difference between them and the Japanese was that they all had a red cloth tied on their right arms.

They knew how to distinguish the Japs, but the Japs didn't know.

Some of the Japanese soldiers with quick brains were able to tell it apart, but most of the slow-reacting brains crashed in an instant.

Before they could react from their stunned state, they were stabbed in the chest with bayonets and lost their lives.

Chen Shengli was surprised to find that the combat capability of the 100 brave warriors from Niujiayu led by Niu Dashan was not much worse than their first and fifth companies, and many of them were actually martial artists.

Originally, in this hand-to-hand combat, the Fourth Battalion had 200 men against 300 Japanese soldiers.

But only two minutes later, the Fourth Battalion still had 200 people, and the Japanese had been killed everywhere, with only 150 left!

Five minutes later, 200 to 70!

The soldiers of the Fourth Battalion, who used to be able to fight three Japanese soldiers alone, now have three people surrounding one small Japanese soldier and beating him up!

There are fewer and fewer devils, and there are simply not enough to go around.

In less than ten minutes, the entire 300-man Japanese death squad was completely wiped out! Not a single one was left alive.

Only thirty people in the Fourth Battalion were injured, and no one was killed.

Chen Shengli nodded with satisfaction, and then shouted loudly.

"Brothers! Follow the battalion commander's orders and get the props!"

All these soldiers removed their bayonets, unloaded the original magazines from their guns, and replaced them with blank bullets!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Chen Shengli led them to attack the Fourth Battalion's position with blank bullets. Zheng Kaixuan, who had been prepared, sent people to respond with sporadic blank bullets.

"Boom! Boom…"

Chen Shengli even fired a few blank shells with a grenade launcher, and the entire Fourth Battalion's position immediately became lively.

A few kilometers away, the old Japanese soldier Nobutsu Sakata and the Japanese Chief of Staff Shun Yoshizawa were observing the position of the Fourth Battalion with a nervous look on their faces.

When he saw a group of soldiers in Japanese uniforms rapidly attacking deep into the Fourth Battalion's position, Sakata Nobutsu was suddenly very excited and slapped his thigh hard.

"It's done! Koizumi-kun and Ishikawa have successfully stormed into the Fourth Battalion's position. It looks like Zheng Kaixuan has no defenses! They're in disarray and can't take any notice of us. This is the perfect time to charge, a fantastic time!"

The old Japanese soldier Sakata immediately raised his command knife.

"All regiments! Attack! Kill the chickens!"

After receiving the order, the Japanese troops, more than 3,000 Japanese soldiers of the Sakata Regiment, immediately rushed madly towards the position of the Fourth Battalion.

Above the Heiyunkou Canyon, Zheng Kaixuan looked at the Japanese soldiers rushing towards him with a sneer on his face.

He has set up his cannons for a long time, waiting for this moment, for fear that the Japanese will not come!

"Fire! Fire at the devils!"