"Listen, little devils inside, you are surrounded. If you want Mixi Mixi, then take your bullets and exchange them. Fifty rounds of bullets for a steamed bun, two hundred bullets for a portion of pork Stewed vermicelli.”
As if to seduce the little devil, following the shouting of the Eighth Route Army, the smell of pork stewed vermicelli drifted over with the wind.
Li Yunlong's guess was correct. These little devils didn't bring food at all when they left the city. After all, the situation was very urgent. They only received the news at dawn, and came here quickly after receiving the news. There was no time to prepare food s things. And as long as they arrive at the Fengtian Arsenal and meet up with the defenders there, naturally they don't have to worry about not being able to eat.
Who would have thought that something went wrong, they were surrounded by the Eighth Route Army as soon as they came out of the city. The little devils smelled the fragrance, and their stomachs growled.
?Because I came out early, some little devils had eaten breakfast, and some little devils didn't even have breakfast. People are iron and rice is steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry. And in the area surrounded by the little devil, there are no villages, it's all an endless wilderness. So now these little devils have the problem of how to fill their stomachs.
At this time, upon receiving the news, Jiro Ihara was surprised at first, and then annoyed for a while.
The Eighth Route Army has gone too far! They surrounded themselves here, and they did not say that they would seize their weapons and equipment, but only that they would exchange bullets with them for food. If he did, what good would guns be if they had no bullets? Moreover, as long as the Eighth Route Army did not lift the siege, the devils would have to keep exchanging bullets with the Eighth Route Army. After exchanging bullets, it was time to exchange guns. If the guns were exchanged, wouldn't they still be disarmed by the Eighth Route Army?
"There is only fighting." Jiro Ihara said: "We will continue to attack, rush out of the encirclement of the Eighth Route Army, and kill it!"
Jiro Ihara knew that there must be no delay now. If the delay continued, when the troops were hungry and sleepy, they would have no combat effectiveness. While they are still not hungry, they mustered up their courage and rushed out of the encirclement, which was the most correct choice.
Moreover, there is no point in retreating into the city. Even if they return to the city, the Fengtian Arsenal will be moved away by the Eighth Route Army. At that time, apart from committing suicide by caesarean section, what retreat will Jiro Ihara have? He has to keep going.
Therefore, Jiro Ihara made up his mind to launch a breakthrough and break out of the encirclement of the Eighth Route Army.
Numerous little devils made gurgling noises, and bravely rushed up with their own big 38 caps. Behind them, the 92-type heavy machine gun provided them with fire cover. This kind of attack still seems to be very imposing.
But as soon as they rushed to the position of the Eighth Route Army, they encountered terrible obstacles. Intensive bullets were fired at them, and everyone in the Eighth Route Army was actually holding automatic weapons. The bullets were thrown at them like they didn't want money.
The hundreds of little devils rushing forward fell down in an instant. They were hit by more than one bullet, and blood flowed to the lower part of their bodies, dyeing Bai Xue red. The little devil in the back dared to charge forward, so he had to retreat quickly.
"Baga! Those who rush forward, those who retreat, are dead!"
At this time, Jiro Ihara also became cruel. He personally came to a 92-type heavy machine gun, drew out his command knife, and pointed the tip of the knife at the retreating people.
Following his command, the Type 92 heavy machine gun fired at the retreating devil soldiers. These ghost soldiers opened their eyes wide, watching the bullets fired from their positions. They couldn't believe their eyes. Instead of falling under the machine guns of the Eighth Route Army, they fell under their own machine guns.
With red eyes, Jiro Ihara shouted loudly: "Kill it, everyone, kill it, back off, die!"
They have no other choice. Under the current situation, they must attack. Only by rushing out can there be hope.
So he had to do this. Sure enough, it would be dead to see that retreating. These ghost soldiers had no other choice but to continue to charge forward with their 38 big caps. There were also some devil soldiers who were smarter. They didn't dare to continue to charge forward, so they lay down and crawled on the snow, and continued to advance towards the Eighth Route Army's defense line.
The little devils were still attacking, and when they got close to the Eighth Route Army's position, rows of grenades were thrown out. Those little devils who were crawling on the ground were killed in large numbers.
Jiro Ihara was cruel, he knew that he had to let his troops rush forward, as long as he could tear a hole, the nextIf people rush up to expand the opening, then the breakthrough will be considered a success.
However, more troops had already arrived from outside, and the cavalry immediately filled up after discovering the position where the devil had reset. When those large numbers of cavalry approached, Jiro Ihara's heart became dark. He knew that even if he rushed out now, it was meaningless. After his infantry rushed out, they would only become the ghosts of the cavalry of the Eighth Route Army.
The first breakout of the devil army was broken by the Eighth Route Army. Jiro Ihara did not lose heart, and immediately organized his troops to launch a second breakout. The first time was to the north, and the second time was to the west. A large number of devil soldiers fell into a pool of blood, but the cavalry of the Eighth Route Army had rushed over, and this time the Eighth Route Army defended harder. They used large-caliber machine guns to shoot at the devil soldiers, and those devil soldiers were not only killed , and the body was smashed into pieces.
In this way, Jiro Ihara launched three breakouts, trying to rush out from three different directions, without any progress.
As for rushing back, thinking about those tanks standing there, Igen Jiro knew that there was absolutely no possibility of success.
Jiro Ihara's troops were trapped here. He also absolutely does not expect those puppet Manchukuo soldiers in the city to dare to come out of the city to rescue them. Under the current circumstances, it would be very good if the puppet Manchukuo army did not open the city gate and surrender.
The little devil tossed all morning, leaving more than 2,000 corpses in three directions. They are already desperate, and it is absolutely impossible to break out.
Jiro Ihara sat on a rock, leaning on his command knife with his hand. At this moment, his eyes were full of despair. The wind was blowing over, and the bloody smell of those dead soldiers was also blown over and entered his nose.
I don't know when it started, his stomach was rumbling, and he was also hungry. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com