The enemy had basically been cleaned up, and the Japanese soldiers retreated one after another, leaving only a concrete machine gun fortification on the railway station platform to make the final resistance.

Due to angle reasons, it is difficult for the soldiers on the front to shoot here. The bottom of the fortification is poured with reinforced concrete, and the mortar does not pose any threat to it. Because the rocket is too far away and cannot reach, as long as you dare to get close, you will be shot by the Japanese.

There are at least three machine guns in this fortification shooting through different shooting holes, and several Japanese outside are surrounded by protection.

Moreover, the terrain directly in front is relatively narrow, and the offensive formation cannot be fully expanded. If one group and one group become a tactic of adding fuel to it, everyone will have no choice for a moment.

The corpses of both the enemy and us were everywhere. The soldiers organized several charges in succession, but they all ended up in hatred under the firepower of the Japanese.

A Thomson, 6 grenades, was not spicy, and he quickly walked through the low walls of the trench with such equipment. He was as flexible as a monkey and flashed left and right, and soon approached the machine gun fortification.

The 92-type immediately pointed the muzzle at him, and the dense barrage attempted to block all space.

"Da da da da da da da...!"

Hearing the sound was wrong, he quickly rolled on the spot, not caring about his ugly movements, and tightly huddled his body behind the cover. The bullet seemed to fly over his scalp, hitting him around.

The two soldiers following behind him were not so lucky. The Fire Snake knocked them to the ground. In such a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, a machine gun is enough to suppress the attack of hundreds of people.

Bula did not get up as soon as possible, but continued to lie down and remained motionless.

After struggling on the battlefield for so long, he knew when to do what, but the only thing he had to remember was not to panic. If he panic, he would not be far from death.

The soldiers also wanted to detour from the side, but the Japanese in the fortification were very terrible. They would immediately open fire whenever they saw a figure swaying in front of them.

At this moment, a team suddenly broke out from the side. They almost all had a submachine gun. They cooperated well with each other and rushed towards the Japanese fortification under alternate cover.

The Japanese were not willing to be outdone and immediately launched a counterattack. The bullets of both sides intertwined in the air, and in an instant, many people were shot and killed.

Bu La looked up and saw that the team was Long Wen’s Falcon? Good friends wanted Ma Heran at the front of the team.

"You want to numb! Cover me!"

Yaoma was obviously startled and looked at the ruins as he looked at the sound. Then he saw Bula, who was curled up 30 meters outside the machine gun fortification. At this time, no one was closer to the bunker than him.

"A group, smoke bombs are covered!" He was alert and reacted quickly, took out the smoke bomb and quickly pulled the pull ring.

"Prepare to... throw it!"

Several Falcon players threw out the smoke bombs in their hands at the same time. With a few muffled sounds, a large amount of white mist instantly spread out on the battlefield, and the Japanese's vision was completely blocked...

The opportunity finally came. Bula immediately grabbed the submachine gun and turned over and rushed forward.

The road to charge was not peaceful. The Japanese were afraid that the enemy would take the opportunity to rush up, so they quickly opened fire in the smoke. Several bullets passed by Bu La. It was just a little short of that and he would end up like the corpses on the ground.

Seeing that it had rushed to the front, the smoke was about to dissipate, so Bula simply rolled on a donkey and pressed tightly under the machine gun fortifications.

The Japanese soldier outside the fortification seemed to have discovered something, leaned out and looked down, and saw him at a glance: "Ah... Chinese!"

"Kill him soon!"

The Japanese soldier wanted to kill Bula as soon as he picked up his weapon. At this time, he was still half lying on the ground and had no time to adjust his body. He could only watch the other party raise the rifle in his hand.

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

A series of gunfire sounded in my ears, and several Japanese soldiers who were poking their bodies out were instantly beaten into sieves.

In the distance... I cursed and replaced the scattered magazines, and the Falcon players around were also watching Bula's side closely, providing him with excellent cover.

The crisis was temporarily lifted, and the surviving disaster was not too hot to breathe. The movement of twisting the shell and pulling the rope was completed in one go. He threw two grenades into the trench next to the machine gun fortifications.

"Boom! Boom!"

With the huge explosion, soil and blood foam soared into the sky, and the few Japanese remaining in the trenches were blown to pieces.

Although the troops are now basically equipped with more compact and flexible American mk2 grenades, they still like to use German m24 wooden handle grenades. This thing is powerful and can be thrown far and accurate when it is blown. It can be thrown forty or fifty meters away with all your strength. It is loved by this grenade control.

He shook his head, which was a little dizzy when he was shocked, took out two grenades from his body, pulled off the lead, deliberately paused in his hand for two more seconds, and then stuffed it into the shooting hole of the fortification.

A panicked scream immediately came from inside, but it was soon covered by the dull explosion, and then a shrill scream came.

"Tortoise lid! Die!"

This is not the end. Bula picked up the submachine gun and hit the shooting hole. He pulled the trigger without saying a word... He clicked 45 bullets and bounced back and forth in this small space. You can imagine what kind of situation the people inside would be like.

The final enemy was finally eliminated, and the soldiers immediately controlled the entire railway station and occupied the defense position that originally belonged to the Japanese.

He rushed over in a hurry and asked and answered the Bula who was sitting on the ground: "You're fine, right... What are you doing when you're so angry? Isn't it spicy? Hey, the son of the turtle is stupid?"

His eyes were a little unconscious, and his arms were trembling slightly, and he sat on the ground without any response. The grenade exploded twice in a close range shocked him. He was still buzzing in his ears and couldn't hear clearly what others were saying.

"Stop talking nonsense, please call someone to set up defense immediately. The Japanese are not deaf!"

Long Wen kicked the guy in his butt and urged him to work quickly.

The Japanese must have reacted so happily when the station was fighting so happily. They thought about it and knew that they would definitely counterattack. The most urgent task was to establish a defensive position as soon as possible to block the opponent's attack, and at the same time wait for Meng Fan's main force to arrive.

The soldiers cleaned the battlefield as quickly as possible, and the ammunition consumption was a bit serious and they had to be well arranged to deal with the hard battles that followed, but at least they have now taken a corner of Lashio and have some advantages in the situation.

Although I have always looked down on the Japanese weapons and equipment, it is not the time to be picky and picky. It is best to use those that can be used as ready-made. After all, there is no logistics supply now.

The soldiers began to look for materials collected in the station. Sure enough, a large amount of ammunition and medicine were stored here. They should have been sent from Mandalay to the front line by railway, and then distributed to various troops from Lashio. However, now they have become Long's spoils.

Type 96 light machine guns, grenades, are all more useful weapons, and even Type 99 machine guns that fire 7.7 caliber bullets.

This light machine gun is the only machine gun in Japan that can produce low failure rate. Its appearance structure is the same as that of Type 96, and it uses 30 round magazines to supply ammunition, but in terms of firepower, rate of fire, and reliability, it reached the excellent level in World War II.

But the weird thing is that this machine gun can actually be equipped with bayonets. I'm afraid only Japanese people with clear brain circuits will come up with it. There is only one in the world like bayonets on machine guns, and there is no other semicolon.

A total of 58 Type 96, 32 Type 99 light machine guns were included in the team. In addition to their own fully automatic weapons, the machine gun ownership of the entire Pioneer Battalion and the Falcon Squad is terrifying.

Those Type 92 heavy machine guns are useless. Not only are they bulky, they still need several people to serve them, so it is not convenient at all. It is simply a target to take them over, so there is no smart light machine gun that is easy to use.

There are still a large number of bullets available in the warehouse, and the soldiers also took a lot of 38 blocks from it for emergency needs. I would like to thank the Japanese here. If they hadn't kept so many weapons and ammunition, the vanguard would have been unable to continue to stay here.

Anyway, it’s useless. These weapons are all timely rain for Long Wen and others. The Japanese never dreamed that the weapons they hoarded would hit their own people one day.

After a moment, when he learned that the Japanese captain Matsu manhole cover, who had lost the station, was furious and immediately sent troops to surround the station without saying a word.

The two brigades in the military camp could only obey orders and rushed to the station to launch a resurgence, but they were soon beaten up.

Faced with the pioneer camp, which has a strong firepower and an advantage in numbers, the Japanese are still the opponent. As soon as they come into contact with the terrifying suppression, these Japanese people felt a headache.

The other party seemed to have a light machine gun in his hand, and the continuous firepower caused them to leave corpses all over the ground, making no achievements other than that.

Seeing this, Matsumangu had to transfer a large number of troops from the outer positions of Lashio. In addition, the two squadrons had more than 800 troops, and they attacked the railway station again.

Although he didn't know where these Chinese people came from, Matsui knew very well what the station meant. If that batch of supplies was destroyed, his life would be basically gone. If there was something wrong with Lashio, he wouldn't dare to think about it at all.

This time, Matsui personally came to the front line to supervise the army, and he would definitely eliminate this damn Chinese army. He also concentrated on all the Type 92 infantry artillery of the brigade, trying to suppress the enemy through firepower and then let the soldiers charge.

However, the dozens of 60mm mortars under the vanguard's troops are not vegetarians. The shooting distances between them are about the same, but the number is too different.

60 is more flexible than the Japanese's ninety-two steps, and the fire rate is faster. The small size can even be directly deployed on the front line. If the shell tube is enough, each cannon can pour out 25 to 30 shells in one minute.

Soon Matsui discovered that the firepower of both sides was not at the same level. Not only did they not suppress the opponent, but they were knocked off several 92 infantry cannons by the opponent.

There was no choice but to order the infantry to attack with a tough attack, and the two sides launched a new round of offensive and defensive battles again.

Captain Long now transformed into a frontline commander, leaning on the station and the favorable terrain around to defend. The Japanese launched several waves of attacks and were all repelled by him without exception.

If it weren't for the excessive losses of the troops, he really wanted to lead the troops to hit him directly.

"A bunch of prodigal things... let's shoot, don't fucking the fire! If you want it, take someone to move some 6.5 bullets to the warehouse."
Chapter completed!