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

The rain and fog did not dissipate. The guerrilla officers and soldiers who were familiar with the terrain attacked the devil soldiers and ran away quickly.

"Get out!"

But the devil soldiers did not dare to go deep into the wilderness shrouded in rain and fog to pursue, so they had to return to the main road with the corpses and wounded under the order of the squad leader.

Seeing the half-dead wounded and two corpses brought back, the devil's major, Kuroda Ichiro, his face was livid, the corner of his mouth twitched violently, and he raised his hand to slap the chasing leader of the devil's unit.

"Baga, Lu! You have completely lost the face of the Imperial Japanese Army!"

The crisp ear scraper hit the leader of the devil's division on the cheek, making the devil's captain Kasai Sadao who was standing next to him couldn't help but tremble all over his body.

"Hi!"

Although the captain of the devil sub-team who had been slapped was not angry, he had to bow his head and swallow the bitter fruit.

Kasai Sadao said: "Mr. Kuroda, the Chinese guerrillas are cunning and cunning. This is just a small group of them. They just want to harass our army and take this opportunity to transfer the people and troops. Don't worry." Take it to heart..."

Back then, Kasai Sadao suffered from guerrilla raids and sent people into the wilderness to pursue them, causing them heavy losses, so he didn't want Ichiro Kuroda to repeat the same mistakes.

Kuroda Ichiro frowned: "Kasai-san, do you mean to ignore them and go straight to Xiaowangzhuang's work?"

"Hey, Chief Kuroda is wise!" Kasai Sadao flattered him calmly.

Kuroda Ichiro nodded and ordered: "Open the way!"

Soon, the attacked devil convoy converged the wounded and roared forward again, but the road was muddy and their speed was slow.

"How many devils were killed just now?"

The guerrilla officers and soldiers who got rid of the devil's chasing soldiers were retreating in the rain after completing their mission. Although they were soaked, they seemed very excited.

"One should have been killed. Even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured. I heard the screams." Someone said happily after wiping the rain from his eyes.

Another recruit also added: "The mines we planted also sounded, and they should be able to blow up a few. Hehe, we made money this time."

The veteran platoon leader who led the team smiled and said: "You guys played well, but let's retreat to Xiaohekou Village to change clothes, otherwise we will get sick."

These guerrilla officers and soldiers who have completed the blocking mission will quickly retreat to the village to gather, and then wait for new orders.

When this group of guerrilla officers and soldiers retreated to the assembly point after completing the blocking task, at the edge of a bamboo forest 50 meters away from their flanks, the guerrilla officers and soldiers of the same two combat groups were loading their bullets and staring at them as if they were facing a big enemy. The direction of the road.

They were well concealed, and even the guerrilla officers and soldiers who were retreating did not realize that there were friendly brothers lurking not far from them.

"The devil is so quiet? Shouldn't he be scared away?"

Seeing the eerie silence on the road shrouded in rain and fog, a recruit couldn't help asking.

The squad leader of the guerrilla squad, who had been squinting and staring at the direction of the road, said decisively: "No, the devils are not that easy to deal with. If they retreated so easily, we don't need to dig fortifications and set up traps."

"Squad leader, look someone is coming over there!"

As soon as the squad leader's words fell, an old soldier pointed in the direction of their flank and shouted in a low voice.

"Could it be the retreating brother?" The recruit also looked in the direction of the veteran's finger. In the hazy rain and fog, there was indeed a figure approaching.

The veteran squad leader shook his head, his face became serious: "Our brothers won't be so scattered, ready to fight, they should be the vanguard of the devil!"

The words of the veteran squad leader made the combat team brothers nestled in this camouflaged bunker nervous. They turned their guns and aimed at the flank 100 meters away from the main road.

In the wilderness on the flanks away from the main road, more than a dozen devil soldiers wearing steel helmets and raincoats were pulling apart the skirmish line and searching forward.

In order to avoid being attacked by guerrillas ambushing on the side of the road again, Ichiro Kuroda, the devil's major, quickly took countermeasures, that is, when the convoy advanced along the road, sharp soldiers were also dispatched from the wilderness on both sides to support it.

"Squad leader, shall we fight the convoy or the vanguard of the devil?"

The roar of the devil soldiers' convoy was already clearly audible, and the devil soldiers walking on the flanks of the wilderness were even closer, and they could already see the devil soldiers clearly.

"Ding San, take the recruits and go first, the rest and I will stay behind for cover!"

Seeing the devil's vanguard detachment that had already been searched, the veteran squad leader realized that he was not an opponent, so they hurriedly turned their heads and gave orders to a veteran.

The three recruits wanted to say something, but the veteran Ding San had already patted him on the shoulder, and then he climbed out of the camouflaged bunker and burrowed into the bamboo forest.

"There are Chinese people!"

The eyes of these ghost soldiers are very poisonous. When they saw someone in front of them standing up and running into the bamboo forest, they raised their gun bolts over their shoulders and prepared to shoot while yelling warnings.

"Bang! Bang..."

The veteran squad leader who was in charge of covering fired their guns first, and the bullets whized away, and the scorching bullets passed by in the icy rain and fog, leaving a white bullet mark.

"Snapped!"

The devil's spearman's gun also rang, but he was shot on his back, under the powerful impact force, the muzzle of the gun moved up, the bullet flew into the sky, and then fell heavily in the wilderness.

"They have an ambush!"

The shooting of the companion made the other devil soldiers who were standing and shooting also fell down on the ground in fright.

By the time they drew the [-] rifles in front of them and set them up, the veteran squad leader who had fired had already quickly put away their guns and ran back.

"Baga! Pursue!"

Seeing the guerrilla officers and soldiers who quickly opened the distance, the devil gave up shooting, because the distance was too far, and it was useless to shoot, so he had to quickly get up and give chase.

"what!"

But when they chased forward for only a few tens of meters, suddenly a little devil stepped on a trap and fell forward in the mud.

"Warning!" The little devils who were chasing had to stop, half squatting and raising their guns to guard in four directions, their tactical movements were very skillful.

"What's going on, where are you injured?" The leader of the Devil's vanguard rushed to squat down in front of the fallen Devil soldier and asked.

"Foot..." The ghost soldier's face was distorted in pain.

The leader of the Guizibing vanguard looked at the wounded Guizibing's foot, a sharpened bamboo pierced through his shoe, pierced the sole of the foot and blood came out from the instep.

And in the small pit he stepped on, there were more than a dozen sharpened bamboos densely packed. Seeing this scene made him shudder.

"Damn!"

The leader of the Guizi soldiers' vanguard squad cursed and had to send someone to send the wounded back to the convoy advancing on the main road.

These buried mines and pits were set up by the attacking guerrilla officers and soldiers to stop the pursuers. If the devils search carefully, there are at least ten similar pits distributed around the camouflage bunkers.

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"Bang! Bang..."