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

After Wei Qing glanced at Zhang Hai, he stuffed the remaining half of the pancake into his hand, clapped his hands, stood up and walked towards the fire.

The first thousand and 280 chapters of the three wounded soldiers

In the dark valley, the bonfires glowed orange, and the remnants of the battered skeleton special forces also stopped to camp after nightfall.

Compared with the strong soldiers and horses when they first entered the mountain, the number of devils around the campfire at this moment seems a bit sparse, and the atmosphere is gloomy.

They no longer had the complacency and arrogance they had when they attacked Yang Ling's camp during the day, but they all looked listless with their heads down.

Makino Kanan led more than 80 elite team members into the mountain. After repeated battles, only 20 people remained.

These 20 people were not only injured, but several were seriously injured. The severe pain caused them to groan in pain from time to time.

The devil's commander, Makino Kanan, had a sullen face and was in a particularly bad mood. He didn't expect to be surrounded by Yang Ling and the others.

If he hadn't reacted quickly and led the team to evacuate in time, I'm afraid they would have been wiped out.

Thinking of his subordinates being shot and killed by the pursuing enemies because of him, Makino Kanan felt extremely angry.

This is already the second time he has suffered heavy losses at the hands of the North Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps. The last time he was in Gaoyou, he was almost wiped out, but he escaped by luck.

I thought I could make a comeback and behead Yang Ling, the commander of the northern Jiangsu guerrilla corps, but who knew that stealing a chicken would not be a waste of money, but instead took most of his subordinates into it.

Looking at these subordinates who had narrowly escaped death, Makino Kanan felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

This time it was a complete failure, and he would definitely be punished when he went back. Thinking of this, Makino Kanan was full of unwillingness.

"Major, drink some water."

Seeing Makino Kanan sitting there without eating or drinking, the only surviving devil lieutenant brought over a kettle.

"Sato-san, do you think we have failed?"

Makino Kanan took the kettle, raised his head and filled his throat with water, and then asked.

Lieutenant Guizi was also taken aback, he didn't expect Makino Kanan to say that, but after hesitating for a while, he still nodded.

"Major, as long as we leave the mountain, we will make a comeback, and the victory will belong to us in the end." Lieutenant Guizi changed the subject and said comfortingly.

"Do you think we can walk out of the mountains smoothly?" Makino Kanan asked back.

"This..." the devil's lieutenant hesitated.

Under normal circumstances, they would definitely walk out of the mountain smoothly, but it is a pity that they are now followed by a group of pursuers.

Moreover, the strength of this group of pursuers is so strong that they will never let them get out of the mountain easily. Lieutenant Devil is indeed not sure that they can all get out alive.

"Major, I'm willing to lead someone to stop the pursuers." Lieutenant Guizi said after thinking for a while.

Makino Kanan shook his head, and turned his gaze to Hei Junjun's mountain: "We all stay."

"Major—"

Lieutenant Guizi thought Makino Kanan couldn't think about it, but was interrupted by Makino Kanan waving his hand.

"The Chinese people want to kill us all, so let's see if they have the ability!" Makino Kanan's eyes are full of killing intent: "Samurai of the Yamato nation don't just know how to run for their lives, do they?"

Lieutenant Guizi understood that his commander was not reconciled to failure, but wanted to fight back. He faintly showed excitement: "Major, we will not let you down!"

Makino Kanan nodded and ordered: "Let everyone eat something to rest and recharge their spirits before this battle begins."

"Yes!" Lieutenant Guizi saluted, and then strode towards the campfire.

At dawn, the brothers of the Lieyan Special Operations Brigade, led by Wei Qing, pursued to this valley, and they found the embers of the bonfire on the ground.

Makino Kanan and the others didn't mean to hide it at all, or they were already busy fleeing for their lives and had no time to deal with the ashes.

"They were gone no more than two hours."

A brother reached out and touched the ashes of the bonfire, and while still maintaining the residual warmth, he stood up and reported to Li Qing, the leader of the Lieyan special warfare team.

Wei Qing cast his eyes on the mountainous mountains, with a serious face: "Chasing!"

The brothers of the Lieyan Special Operations Brigade quickly followed the direction in which the devil soldiers were fleeing. Although there were dense forests of thorns everywhere, they soon found the devil's trail.

"In front!"

At ten o'clock at noon, when the brothers stopped to rest and eat dry food to replenish their strength, a detective brother climbed up a big tree and held up a telescope to see what was happening in the valley in the distance.

"Chase!"

The brothers also forgot to eat, and went straight to the distant valley under the leadership of Wei Qing.

In the valley, some wounded ghosts were resting in the shade of the trees, their faces were pale and weak.

They also didn't expect that the battle that must be won would become what it is today. They are just praying that they can go back alive smoothly.

"The Chinese people probably didn't come after them, did they?"

A devil with a shoulder wrapped in blood-oozing gauze stared at the direction behind them, and asked another wounded devil with lingering fear.

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, the wounded devil said with relief: "The Major and the others are behind, even if the Chinese people catch up, we don't need to worry."

After dawn, the devil Shao Zuo Makino Kanan separated from the wounded soldiers with the eighteen devils who could fight, and they walked behind.

Now there are only seven wounded soldiers resting in this valley. They couldn't move anymore, so they stopped to rest for a while.

"Do you have any more cigarettes? Give me one." The devil with a shoulder injury said to the smoker.

The smoking devil stood up and took a cigarette from his pocket.

"boom!"

"puff!"

The bullet pierced the head of the devil who stood up, and a stream of blood with a stench sprayed on the face of the devil who was lying on the ground. He stretched out his hand and saw the sticky blood on his hand, and immediately went to the side in panic. He jumped into the shallow pit: "There are people from China!"

Several wounded devils hurriedly grabbed their guns and fired in the direction of the gunshots, but they were already surrounded, and dense bullets came out of the woods, knocking them to the ground one by one.

Soon, from the surrounding woods, dozens of brothers from the Flame Special Operations Brigade in camouflage surrounded him.

The devil wounded soldier who was shot in the shoulder was shot twice more, but he did not die. He crawled on the ground in pain, trying to grab the Hundred-style submachine gun next to him.

When he was about to reach his charge, a foot wearing military shoes suddenly stepped on his gun, and then kicked upwards with his toes. The wounded devil wailed and rolled to the side.

Two brothers from Lieyan Special Operations Brigade restrained the devil struggling on the ground, and brought him to Wei Qing.

"Where are the rest of you?" Wei Qing asked, staring at the wounded soldier with a fierce face.