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

At this moment, Zhuqi Heiya, who was huddled in the courtyard, thought that the mutiny of the security camp and Yang Ling's sudden attack were the result of their collusion in advance, so they launched Meng Fangang as a threat.

But everyone didn't know that Yang Ling and the others had nothing to do with the security camp. Everything was just a coincidence. Fighting them together now was just dealing with a common enemy.

"Machine gunner, knock me off the shouter!"

Wang Huzi didn't know Meng Fangang at all, he didn't care about his life, killing devils was the most important thing, he raised his head and shouted at the machine gun team on the roof.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, that's our battalion commander on the wall!" Zhang Heizi became anxious when he saw that the machine gunner was about to shoot, and shouted hastily.

Text Chapter 5 Explosion and Ashes

Facing the entreaties of the security battalion soldiers, Wang Huzi was in a dilemma for a while, so he turned his attention to Yang Ling.

"Mr. Yang, please don't shoot, Mr. Yang. That's our battalion commander. Save our battalion commander." Zhang Heizi and others hurried to plead with Yang Ling.

The fire was spreading wantonly, thick smoke was billowing, and the devils were burning hot and coughing continuously, and they were on the verge of destruction.

Now that the devils suddenly launched the security battalion commander Meng Fangang to threaten him, Yang Ling could continue to let the fire continue regardless. After all, compared with killing the devils and blowing up the ammunition, sacrificing one or two people is nothing.

As a commander, sometimes you have to be ruthless, but Yang Ling knew that if he really did this, no one would say anything, but his conscience couldn't bear it.

"Listen, people outside, if you don't surrender to put out the fire, Meng Fangang will be buried with us!"

While maintaining the interval between Chairman Zhou Fulu's proclamation, a devil stabbed Meng Fangang's arm with a bayonet and threatened, and a painful scream came from the wall.

Zhang Heizi and the others were also filled with grief and indignation when they saw their respected elder brother being stabbed by the devil and screaming in pain.

"Mr. Yang, we kneel down for you, please save our battalion commander."

As Zhang Heizi fell to his knees in front of Yang Ling, the remaining dozens of security camp soldiers fell to their knees with sobs, begging Yang Ling to save their battalion commander.

Although Yang Ling and the others were not related to Meng Fangang, they admired the soldiers who fought in the war of resistance.

"Man, man, kneel down and kneel down to parents, how can you kneel down so easily, get up!" Yang Ling looked at the security battalion soldiers kneeling in front of him, and scolded.

Zhang Heizi still couldn't kneel and said with a crying voice: "Mr. Yang, brother Meng saved our lives, please, save him."

"I said, why are you elm lumps? We've been wasting time, and even if we wanted to save them, it would be too late." Wang Huzi said impatiently beside him.

Hearing Wang Huzi's words, Zhang Heizi looked at Yang Ling's nod and immediately wiped away his tears as he happily shouted to the security battalion soldiers kneeling on the ground: "Get up, Chief Yang has promised us."

Yang Ling summoned Wang Huzi and whispered a few words into his ear. Wang Huzi understood, stepped forward and started yelling at the yard.

"Listen, people inside, as long as you release Battalion Commander Meng, we can surrender and help put out the fire!"

When Wang Huzi shouted towards the courtyard, Wang Zikun had already led more than a dozen brothers, quietly using the cover of the ruins, approaching the courtyard wall, looking for an opportunity to snatch Meng Fangang from the devil.

"Throw away your weapons first!"

The maintenance chairman, Zhou Fulu, thought that Meng Fangang had really threatened Yang Ling and the others, and immediately followed Zhuqi Heigu's order to continue shouting.

Yang Ling and the others also did a full set of acting. Seeing that Wang Zikun and the others had already touched it, he waved his hand, causing the brothers to pretend to throw the gun on the ground, and raised their hands.

Zhuqi Heiya originally thought that Yang Ling and the others were cheating, but seeing that they really threw their guns on the ground, he was relieved a lot, and continued to tell Zhou Fulu: "Tell them... to back off..."

The fire had already reached the yard, and the devils were sweating profusely from the roasting, and they were burning hot all over. It was about to reach the ammunition depot, and Zhuqi Heiya had no time to think about too many things.

"Leave me alone, don't listen to the devil, let the fire burn in!" Meng Fan shouted anxiously when he saw that Yang Ling and the others really wanted to listen to the devil and surrender to put out the fire.

As soon as Meng Fan yelled, the devil who greeted him immediately hit the butt of his gun, and his face was bleeding.

"Big brother!"

"battalion commander!"

......

The soldiers of the security battalion saw that Meng Fan had just been smashed with the butt of his gun, and they shouted in pain, angry and helpless.

Meng Fangang didn't get knocked down by the butt of the gun, instead he shouted even more excitedly.

"Brothers, I, Meng Fan, have been a soldier for most of my life. I have not discredited our security regiment. I have killed a lot of devils. Even if I die now, I will not lose! Leave me alone, let the fire come in, and burn these gangsters to death. Son of a bitch!"

Meng Fangang shouted with all his strength on the wall, and the security battalion soldiers hiding behind the street were already full of grief and tears were streaming down their faces.

"Surnamed Meng, you want to die, I don't want to die!" The maintenance chairman Zhou Fulu looked at Meng Fan and shouted, cursing angrily.

"Brothers! Listen to my orders! Pick up the gun and shoot the devil! Shoot!!!" Meng Fangang yelled like crazy, and the soldiers in the security camp wailed in pain.

Seeing Meng Fanggang shouting on the wall, even though Yang Ling and the others were strangers to him, they were still in awe at the moment.

And Wang Zikun, who was going to rescue Meng Fangang, had already touched the devil's courtyard wall, and was about to blow open the gate with a grenade and rush in to grab people.

Meng Fangang saw that Yang Ling and the others did not shoot for a long time, and slammed into the maintenance chairman Zhou Fulu next to him, knocking him off the ladder, and there was a painful wail from the yard.

The ghost soldiers who were detaining Meng Fangang saw Meng Fangang struggling and shouting, a look of ferocity flashed across his fierce face, and he raised his bayonet and stabbed it into his thigh.

"Hahaha——" Meng Fangang laughed wildly as if relieved, and the eyes of the security battalion soldiers were shattered.

"Boom!"

The cluster grenade blasted a hole in the wooden door in the trembling smoke, and several devils who were guarding against the door flew out backwards.

Wang Zikun and others took advantage of the situation and rushed into the yard while shooting. Amidst the explosion and gunfire, they were caught off guard and overturned many devil soldiers.

Zhuqi Kuroya didn't expect the Chinese army to touch him while he was talking, and he rolled and avoided in embarrassment under the rain of bullets.

The air in the courtyard seemed to be scorched, and the heat wave rolled over. In the hazy smoke, Wang Zikun shot at the devil soldiers who rushed over, and shouted: "Hurry up, save people, retreat!"

"Kill them!" Seeing Wang Zikun and the others rushing in to snatch people, how could the devils tolerate the last straw being snatched away, and they all came to kill them ferociously.

There was a scuffle in the yard, and Yang Ling and the others hurried over to respond. Bullets flew everywhere, and the two sides started a fierce exchange of fire again.

Under Wang Zikun's desperate fight, they finally snatched the dying Meng Fangang out of the hands of the devils.

The exasperated devil soldiers held out their bayonets and wanted to rush out of the yard, but the condescending machine gun teams on the roof quickly pulled the triggers and fired across the room. After killing and wounding a few devils, they forced them back. up the yard.

Just as Meng Fan was snatched away by Wang Zikun's assault team that quietly touched over, the devils in the yard became trapped beasts in the raging fire, lost their last weight, and watched the fire spread and burn helplessly. panicked.

"rush out!"

The leader of the Devil Squadron, Zhuqi Heitani, had no choice but to give it a go. If he stayed in the yard, he would be burned to death sooner or later, but if he rushed out, he would still have a chance.

The surviving Japanese soldiers were smudged black, and under the cover of two [-]-type heavy machine guns, they rushed outward with bayonets screaming for the final struggle.

But the firepower network of the machine guns erected on the roof became their nightmare. Facing the torrential rain of machine gun bullets, they were swept to the ground as soon as they rushed out of the gate, twitching and moaning.

Before the devil could rush out of the yard, the spreading fire had reached the ammunition depot, and violent explosions began to tremble from the backyard.