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

It was quiet in the ruins of the night, and groups of ragged guerrilla officers and soldiers quietly withdrew from their defending block positions after receiving orders.

These officers and soldiers who had fought bloody battles all day and night formed a team in the dark. Under the leadership of their respective officers, they watched the city they had fought and defended and retreated to the north unwillingly.

Most of the officers and soldiers were ordered to retreat quietly, but in the positions in the city, some brothers from the fire team were in charge of the rear to prevent the devils from finding out that something was wrong and chasing them.

"Now the time is right, you retreat at one o'clock in the morning."

The volunteer deputy battalion commander Daozi was in charge of commanding the rear troops. Yang Ling raised his wrist and looked at the pocket watch to check the time with the knife.

Deputy Battalion Commander Knife also took out the pocket watch from his pocket, checked the time with Yang Ling's watch, and put the pocket watch back into his pocket after it was accurate.

"Take all the brothers out alive." Yang Ling asked the knife more worriedly.

The deputy battalion commander's face was smeared by the knife, and he patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely take out a lot of them."

"Take care of yourself!"

Yang Ling stretched out his fist and punched the knife in the chest, then turned around and left with a few guards, and quickly disappeared into the night.

"Vice battalion, how do we fight?"

The large troops had retreated silently, and the position was extraordinarily quiet, which made the brothers in the remaining fire team feel a bit of coolness.

"You guys bury all the explosives and landmines left behind, and the rest of you should spread out and set up the machine guns for me."

The deputy battalion commander Daozi restored his stern face, and gave orders to several squad leaders under his command.

When the deputy battalion commander Dao Zi and the others were busy planting explosives and mines to prepare for the final retreat, the devil's frontline troops also noticed something was wrong.

"Why is the position of the Chinese people so quiet?"

The devils on the line of fire stared at the dark ruins and asked their companions.

"They shouldn't have escaped, right?" A ghost poked out half of his head and guessed.

"Go and report to the captain."

The devil who was in charge of monitoring the front line didn't dare to make decisions without authorization, so he hurriedly bowed back and walked behind a broken wall.

Behind this broken wall, the devil's squad leader and more than a dozen devils were resting wrapped in marching blankets. When they heard footsteps, they all woke up holding their guns.

"Your Excellency, Captain, there seems to be no one in the Zhina position opposite." The devil reported the situation.

The devil's team leader was startled when he heard this, and didn't dare to neglect, he hurriedly grabbed his gun and walked to the line of fire, holding up Cao Changjing to observe.

It's a pity that except for the faint fire from some rotten wood burning in the distance, the line of sight is too dim, and Cao Changjing can't see anything.

"Flare—"

The devil's squad leader whispered an order behind him.

Soon, a flare rose up into the sky. The pale light reflected the outline of the ruined walls, and there were faintly fallen corpses in the field of vision, which was particularly scary in such a night.

The devil's team leader observed the guerrilla position opposite by the light of the flare, and he found that it was so quiet that there was no movement at all.

"Do you want to report to the squadron leader?"

Seeing that there was no movement on the other side, maybe the guerrillas had run away, a devil Sergeant Cao asked the team leader with a solemn expression.

The devil's squad leader shook his head. Reporting to the squadron leader without confirming that the other party really ran away would only lead to a scolding meal.

The devil's squad leader immediately gave an order: "The third infantry unit is in charge of covering. The first and second infantry units follow me to have a look."

"Hi Yi!"

Soon, more than 20 infantry detachments of the two devils came out of their bunker with bayonets in hand, and moved towards the guerrilla position.

"The devil is coming."

The brothers who stayed behind the front of the fire line heard the sound of Xing Xing Suo, and immediately knew that the little devil must have discovered something.

"Get ready to fight, and fire all the weapons later, don't hide it, don't let the little devil find any clues."

Seeing that the little devil actually touched it, the left-behind deputy battalion commander Daozi didn't know if it was a large-scale attack by the devil, but no matter what, they had to resolutely repel the devil, otherwise the devil would find out that something was wrong, and all of them Can't go.

The ghost soldiers were very cautious, one by one, like weasels stealing chickens, they used the cover of dilapidated buildings to move towards the guerrilla positions alternately.

The rear fire team who stayed on the ground quietly pushed out their guns, gently pulled the bolt, pushed the bullets into the chamber, adjusted the scale to 100 meters, and began to aim at the darkness.

Soon one after another, black figures appeared in the brothers' field of vision. Looking at these wretched figures, a savage look flashed across the faces of the brothers.

"beat!"

The Deputy Battalion Commander Dao Zi sneered at the corner of his mouth, aimed at a devil who was bending forward and pulled the trigger.

Flames spewed out from the muzzle of the gun, and the scorching bullet sank into the devil's body like a stream of fire with lightning speed.

Only a muffled hum came from the darkness, and a black figure fell to the ground immediately.

"Da da da— da da da—"

"Bang bang bang..."

There were five light machine guns left in the rear fire team, and all of them fired in an instant, and the overwhelming bullets swept towards the direction of the sound.

Behind these dense machine gun bullets, rifle bullets also flew out with a bright trajectory.

For a while, it was like a meteor shower, the intertwined ballistic trajectory illuminated the dilapidated ruins.

"Puff puff!"

"Uh!

"what!"

Under the sudden blow of such a violent bullet rain, those devil soldiers who crept over were immediately beaten one by one, trembling with blood gushing out.

The surviving devil soldiers also hurriedly dodged and fell down to fight back, but the brothers of the guerrillas fired so fiercely that they soon beat the devils so hard that they couldn't lift their heads.

"Retreat, retreat!"

The devil's squad leader watched people being shot and fell to the ground, and hurriedly ordered to retreat.

Chased by the bullets, the surviving devil soldiers rushed back towards their positions one by one like bereaved dogs. From time to time, some people were knocked over by the overtaken bullets and let out a mournful wail.

"Brothers, rush..."

Seeing that the devils retreated, the excited squad leader immediately stood up with a bayonet in his hand and wanted to pursue him, but was dragged back by the deputy battalion commander with a knife.