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

It can be said that most of the soldiers of the retreating 6th Brigade are holding rifles with empty magazines, not even a single bullet. Only the security troops and the rear troops have a small amount of ammunition in their hands for emergency .

Masao Maruyama has never encountered such a predicament, and now the entire army is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, even if there are many dangers ahead, they dare not stay here.

Once the ammunition of the guards and the rear blocking troops was exhausted, they would become fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered by others, so he rejected Ichiro Ono's suggestion to stick to it overnight and march again at dawn.

The rear artillery of the retreating 6th Brigade roared, and the whole mountain seemed to be trembling. The dense gunfire intertwined fire lines, and half the sky was illuminated by the explosion fire that shot up into the sky. Major teams fought bloody battles in the dark night.

Ichiro Ono, who received the order to move on, also understood the situation of Masao Maruyama, head of the brigade, but looking at the boundless darkness, a sense of powerlessness shrouded his heart deeply.

It will take at least three hours to get out of this mountainous area with jagged rocks and dense vegetation and reach the hilly area of ​​Ruichang County. He can imagine that during these three hours, those small Chinese troops must have laid many traps, etc. Let him step on it.

But now they are already on the verge of riding a tiger, without any right to choose, they can only bite the bullet and go on their way, even if they know that there is a fire pit ahead, they have to plunge into it.

"Extinguish the torches and keep only the flashlights."

Ichiro Ono took a deep breath and was ready to pay a certain price.

The burning torches of Beep Bobo were extinguished by the devil soldiers, and the faint light of the remaining flashlights made the entire mountain path dark, and also prevented most people from being exposed to the guns.

There were not many flashlights, and most of the devil soldiers could only hold the hands of the soldiers in front and start to walk in the dark.

"This little devil's elm brain has opened up?"

Seeing the devil soldiers extinguish their torches from a distance, Wang Huzi, who was hiding in a big tree to observe the devil team, couldn't help muttering.

"Okay, come down quickly, it's time for us to work." Company Commander Shunzi tied a few grenades to his body, and lowered his voice to greet the tree.

Wang Huzi smiled, slid down the tree trunk, greeted the veterans who were resting in the darkness nearby, and walked towards the mountain path silently.

On the mountain ridge at the side of a mountain road bend, a [-]-type heavy machine gun has been set up, and the muzzle of the black hole has been aimed at the mountain road hundreds of meters away.

"Are you ready?" Wang Huzi and the others climbed up to the machine gun position, glanced into the distance, and asked in a low voice a veteran who was resting beside him.

The veteran pointed to the pitch-black mountain road: "The platoon leader and the others are messing around below, and they are almost ready."

Soon, more than 20 brothers left the mountain path under the leadership of a platoon leader, and panting, they climbed back to the mountain ridge where the machine guns were placed.

"No problem?" Wang Huzi handed the veteran platoon leader half a jug of water, and asked again worriedly.

The veteran unscrewed the water bottle and lifted his neck to take a sip of water: "Company Commander, keep your heart in your stomach, and promise to give the devil a big gift this time."

The veteran platoon leader joined the army before the Battle of Lanfeng. Although he has not been in the army for a long time, he is also a veteran who has fought many tough battles.

The weapons and equipment of the Chinese army are backward. When fighting the devils, most of the time they use their lives to change positions, so that the survival time period of each soldier on the battlefield is only about half a year.

Of course, in the life-swallowing meat grinder in the Battle of Songhu, the survival period of soldiers was even shorter. In less than a week or three months, 30 officers and soldiers were killed or injured, which is a long list of blood-red deaths.

Although the devil is cautious, he is still unable to guard against the hunter hiding in the dark.

More than 100 devils walked at the front of the team to explore the road and were in charge of firepower scouting. Their eyes were watching the surrounding ravines and forests vigilantly.

But they didn't notice that they were under their feet. Wang Beard and the others had already planted five mine groups. The front mines were pull mines, and the rear mines were push mines, all of which were modified by Yang Ling himself.

When the devils walking in front stepped on the landmines, they just lifted their feet, and there was a loud bang, and several devils were blown into the sky in the dazzling flames.

The brother hiding in the dark gave a smirk and jerked the fuse, and the group of pull-type mines that cut off the devil's retreat also exploded in unison.

The explosive power of the five landmine groups was astonishing, and the mountain road trembled suddenly, and the mutilated limbs and guns flew all over the sky in the flames, and the thick smoke and mud from the explosion rolled and swept along with the air waves, catching those who were caught off guard. The ghost soldiers swept down the area, and all of them wailed.

Body 5 Chapter Twenty Serial Traps

"Ah! My leg!" Before the thick smoke from the explosion cleared, a seriously injured devil screamed miserably while clutching his empty leg.

This unlucky devil stepped on a land mine that was fired, and the powerful land mine knocked him into the air. When he woke up from a coma, he was in severe pain and found that his lower body was dripping with blood, and his left leg was blown up. That goes.

The shocking explosion of the five landmine groups swallowed more than 100 devils who were scouting with firepower. The smoke cleared, and the entire mountain road was already a mess, with corpses scattered in a radial pattern.

The devils who were seriously injured and survived were lying powerlessly in the pile of corpses, convulsing and wailing, their bodies scorched black by the explosion, and they were being stained red by the flowing blood.

There were also devils who were completely blown into rotten meat, and the broken pieces were scattered on the soil and the turned turf. The choking smoke and strong bloody smell drifted with the mountain wind, and those who heard it wanted to vomit.

"Help me..." The dying and seriously injured devil crawled towards the devil team behind on the ground full of stumped limbs, dragging a dazzling blood path in the place he crawled.

Those Japanese soldiers who were not affected by the mines squatted or lay down on the ground to guard against the surrounding darkness. From time to time, they glanced at the pile of blasted minced meat, and couldn't help trembling in their hearts.

Captain Ono Ichiro was also shocked by the explosion that day when the ground collapsed. Seeing that more than 100 elite soldiers were blown into a pile of rotten meat in the blink of an eye, a nameless anger boiled in his chest. stand up.

He swore that as long as he caught these despicable raiders, he would use the cruelest means to kill them, his teeth creaking.

Compared with the anger of the little devils, the instigators hidden in the dark were extremely happy. They were like poisonous snakes spitting out a message, ready to give the little devils another vicious blow at any time.

Wang Huzi and the others felt no burden or pity when they saw the ghost soldiers who were bombed to death and wounded. They were all veterans who survived the bloody battlefield. The suffering is returned to the devil.

In fact, the veterans who were able to climb out of the pile of dead people used their words to say that they have all died once. The brothers they lived with day and night died, and their beloved chief died for the country...

Thousands of their brethren have been piled corpses in the wilderness in bloody battles, and they are alive, and they will pick up the weapons of their slain brothers, and continue fighting the imps until they too fall.

The Chinese army lacked weapons, food, and medicines to save lives. They didn't even change their tattered and sour uniforms. They lacked everything except people.

These veterans who survived have seen more dead than living, and they can't remember the tragic battles they fought, so when they saw those devils who were blown to pieces, there was no sympathy and pity, only the pleasure of revenge.

After the vigilant devil soldiers determined that there was no hidden danger in the surrounding darkness, a group of engineers began to clear mines under the cover of machine guns.

But they were doomed to get nothing. The Chinese army was so poor that they didn't dare to waste a single bullet. How could they let the landmines be buried in the ground to waste, so they all blew up.

After the devil engineer lieutenant made a safety sign, the devil medical soldiers who had already prepared carried stretchers and rushed to the seriously wounded lying in the pile of corpses, still panting, ready to rescue them.

More than 100 devils and pioneers were killed by Wang Huzi and the others. Most of them were killed on the spot, and those who were not killed were also killed by the shock.

It is said that they are lucky, but it is also their misfortune, because this time Wang Beard and the others did not flee away with one blow like the previous attack, but were always in the dark preparing to strike again.

Seeing the relieved devil engineers and the devil medical soldiers who were picking up the dead from the pile of corpses, and Wang Beard on the mountain ridge a few hundred meters away flashed a grim smile on their faces. What they were waiting for was now.

The cruelty of war is that after you enter the battlefield, your life does not belong to you. Sometimes a stray bullet or a piece of explosive film can easily kill you.

The ruthless Pound attacks that the devils encountered along the way have given them inertia, because every time the attackers hide in the dark and shoot away without pestering them, this is what drives them crazy.

This time they were bombed by the mines and suffered heavy losses, but no hidden enemies were found around them, which also made them mistakenly think that the Chinese army that attacked them still did not dare to confront them head-on and fled.

But the situation on the battlefield cannot be figured out according to common sense. This time, Wang Huzi and the others just wanted to catch the devil by surprise, and they set up a series of tricks for the devil here.

Their luck is very good. Except for a few devil security troops, most of them are engineers who have not yet withdrawn and medical soldiers who rescue the wounded.

Seeing those ghost engineers and medical soldiers, Wang Huzi and the others had even more sinister smiles on their faces. This time they really made a profit.

Wang Beard and the others are going to kill the engineering and medical soldiers of the devils. After all, these people are much more valuable than ordinary devils.

The black muzzle of the Type [-] heavy machine gun erected on the mountain ridge had already been exposed. It was because they moved here from Ruichang County after a lot of effort, in order to deal a fatal blow to the devils.