The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

The ghost soldiers were busy distributing additional ammunition, drinking water and eating in the bunker to replenish their physical strength, and to accumulate strength for a new round of attack.

Compared with the ghost soldiers who could be replenished, the guerrilla officers and soldiers who hid in the ruins and buildings in the city were not treated so well.

Previously, due to the chaotic command in the city, the brothers were originally ordered to retreat, but faced with the infiltration of devils, they were blocked in the city.

At this moment, the little devil had food and drink to replenish his strength, but the brothers could only rely on the bunker to starve, and more wounded could not be sent out because of the devil's blockade.

Behind the broken wall just over 20 meters away from the line of fire, more than a dozen seriously wounded were lying on the ground weakly.

A medical soldier in the company who wore the Red Cross logo on his cuffs had no bandages and medicines in his hands. Looking at his brothers who were in great pain, he felt uncomfortable.

"Brothers, please persevere, we will be able to get out when it gets dark, and everyone will be able to live."

The medical soldiers didn't have enough medicine to treat these seriously injured brothers, so they could only clean their dusty wounds first, talk with them, and comfort them.

"Don't lie to us, all the troops have withdrawn, we...we can't get out." There was a seriously wounded person lying there, weakly retorting to the words of the medical soldiers.

Everyone understood very well that the order to retreat had been issued, and they belonged to the troops blocked in the city. Now all the troops are busy fleeing for their lives, and no one will take the risk to come back to rescue them.

As time goes by, there will only be more and more devils in the city, and their situation will become more and more difficult. It has become a luxury to get out alive.

"Yes, if Chief Yang is here, he will definitely come back to save us." Although the medical soldier was also full of pessimism, facing these seriously wounded, he had to comfort them over and over again.

"Do you still remember the Third Battalion, Battalion Commander Shen and the others were surrounded by devils at Jieshou, how many devils were there at that time, Commander Yang still took people back to rescue them..." the medical soldier said, and in the end it was Can't help but sigh.

But he knew that the chance of this kind of thing happening was too small, because they knew that Yang Ling was not in Huaiyin at all, and led a large army of devils to Baoying.

When the medical soldiers here said some innocuous words to comfort the brothers who were seriously injured and suffering, the brothers on the front line were not in a better mood.

Although the devils didn't attack anymore, they didn't dare to leave their positions. They still aimed their rifles at the place where the devils would appear, and they were extremely vigilant.

"Have all the people in the city evacuated?"

"Is the friendly army all finished, or successfully withdrawn?"

......

The brothers lying on the ruins knew nothing about the outside world because they were trapped in the city.

Their only goal now is to survive the devil's attack until dark. Once it gets dark, their chances of successfully breaking through will be much greater, and they may survive.

Some brothers looked up at the sky. The sky was covered by thick smoke and billowing black smoke. It was so gray that it was difficult for them to judge what time it was and how long it was before dark.

The dry-mouthed brothers looked at the several battered devil corpses on the street outside the gunpoint, and murmured in their hearts, don't the devils even want the corpses of their companions?

"Brothers, can you hold on?"

Looking at the brothers lying motionless on the ruins due to exhaustion and hunger, the battalion commander blacksmith asked in a low voice from time to time to make sure the brothers were still alive.

"We can still hold on, but why don't the bastards stop attacking?" A brother cursed in a low voice.

"The little devil is probably eating. It's already past noon."

There are also brothers hiding under a broken door, only showing the black muzzle of the gun. Once the little devil pounces on him, he will definitely be shot black.

Speaking of eating, the stomachs of the brothers started growling in disappointment. From the battle last night to now, no rice has been eaten, and everyone's spirits are a little bit in a trance.

"Battalion Commander, you said that the Commander and the others found that we hadn't evacuated, would they send someone back to rescue us?" A brother swallowed and changed the subject.

"Who knows." Battalion Commander Blacksmith leaned against the broken wall and touched a box of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket. Seeing that there were only two cigarettes in it, he sighed and said, "It would be great if Commander Yang was here."

The blacksmith lit the remaining two cigarettes, took each puff by himself, and then handed them to the brother next to him.

The brother next to him didn't smoke much, and then passed it on. Two cigarettes were passed on to the brothers who were trapped. When the last brother was in the hand, only the butt of the cigarette was left.

"Whether the chief comes back to save us or not, we brothers have to be of one mind. If the little devil wants to eat us, then we will bite the devil's teeth!" the battalion commander blacksmith said viciously.

"Hey, Battalion Commander, the little devil is probably eating now, so why don't you go grab some food, this stomach is really unfulfilling?"

A brother shoved the bullet into the chamber and looked at the broken wall a hundred meters away. A smell of rice was wafting from there.

The blacksmith looked at the brothers who were drooling, gently pushed the bullet into the barrel of the gun, nodded a few heads and said, "Follow me, and the rest will cover."

"Yes!"

These brothers pushed the bullets into the barrel of the gun, followed the blacksmith around the front, and tiptoed towards the devil's direction against a blackened wall.

Soon, fierce firefights broke out in the ruins. The devils who were eating did not expect that the guerrillas surrounded by them would dare to take the initiative to attack, and more than a dozen were knocked down at once.

The blacksmith and the others didn't like to fight, they snatched the devil's food and ran back desperately. Some brothers stuffed food into their mouths while running, so angry that the devil who reacted behind screamed and chased after him.

But the brothers who were chasing and covered were swept away by a rain of bullets, and the devils who were chasing were all pinned to the ground and could not move. The two sides fought for a while, and soon died down again.

"Hey, the devil's canned food tastes good." A brother pried open the devil's canned food with a bayonet, cut a piece with the bayonet, threw it into his mouth, and began to chew.

"Mother, save some for me."

Although trapped in the ruins and in a desperate situation, the brothers had to make fun of it and enjoy what might be the last time of their lives.

The main body of the first thousand and 210 chapters of the second chapter

"Someone is coming from behind!"

Although the devils stopped attacking, the brothers still did not relax their vigilance. After all, in this life-and-death battlefield, the slightest negligence will kill you.

The security post hidden in a high place saw a group of people approaching on the street behind the eaves, and immediately signaled to the brothers resting in the yard to warn.

More than 20 officers and soldiers in tattered military uniforms who were resting in the yard heard the warning from the guard post, jumped up from the ground reflexively, and quickly rushed to the nearest bunker, and more than 20 rifles went out immediately.

The brothers pressed their fingers on the trigger, gasped and stared at the rubble-covered street behind them, and through the gunpowder smoke that shrouded the city, they saw faint shadows approaching against the base of the wall.

In this kind of urban street fighting, there is no so-called front and rear. It can be said that there are dangers everywhere. Who doesn't know whether the enemy or friend is coming from behind.

The platoon leader, whose head was covered with a blood-oozing bandage, carefully poked out half of his head and looked towards the street, observing the enemy's situation.

"Like wearing our clothes..."

Some brothers saw that the people who came were also dressed as officers and soldiers of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps, and whispered to their platoon leader.

The platoon leader heard the brother next to him speak, turned his head and gouged out the brother fiercely, his eyes beckoning him to shut up.

And the group of people coming close to the eaves was also very vigilant, maybe they noticed some movement, so they stopped coming from the broken wall.

"Which battalion is the brother on the opposite side?" Soon, a shout came from the other side of the street.

The platoon leader knew that they had been exposed, but he didn't hesitate. He aimed his gun at the broken wall and replied, "We are from the second battalion. Which battalion are you from?"

"Old Zhang, damn it, you're not dead yet, it's me, big head Xu."