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

Wang Huzi looked back, seeing the brothers who had lost so much, he punched angrily in the soft soil soaked by the rain, and embedded it deeply.

"Notify all the nearby guerrilla companies to come over and eat up the ghost soldiers in the rear, and avenge our sacrificed brothers!"

"Call me the machine guns of our battalion!"

……

Wang Huzi issued a series of orders. Although they are guerrillas and do not fight tough battles, this does not mean that they will only fight coldly.

The officers and soldiers of the nearby guerrillas learned that there was a wave of vicious little devils here, and surrounded them one after another.

Seeing more and more guerrilla officers and soldiers appearing in the surrounding wilderness, the high-spirited Kameda squadron leader also realized that something was wrong.

"retreat!"

Seeing that the guerrillas did not intend to attack immediately, but were digging trenches nearby, Squadron Leader Kameda decided to disengage first. Anyway, the main force had already gone far, so there was no need for him to stay here to consume.

But now that it's here, it's not so easy to leave.

Text 8 Chapter [-] Blocking

The cold drizzle fell endlessly. The brothers soaked in the rain and mist had pale lips and muddy feet. The coldness brought by the rain seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow.

The thick reeds and the boundless fields are all shrouded in rain and fog, making it difficult to see clearly, the sky is also gray, and the dark clouds are very low. It seems that there is boundless murderous intent hidden in the hideous and thick clouds.

"Bang! Bang..."

The dull gunshots echoed in the wilderness, and from time to time in the muddy muddy water, ghost soldiers wearing yellow dog skins could be found soaking in it, already dead to death.

From time to time, teams of guerrilla officers and soldiers with hasty looks strode past these ghost corpses soaked in muddy water and ran straight to the direction of the gunshots.

Kuroda Ichiro aggressively wanted to take advantage of the rain to attack Xiaowangzhuang's guerrillas, but unexpectedly, the guerrillas' officers and soldiers were well prepared, so that the rain failed to help them, but instead plunged them into the quagmire.

More than 700 devils and puppet troops fought around with guerrilla officers and soldiers in the wilderness full of mud for a day, but they didn't even touch the hair of the guerrillas. Instead, Qinghe Town was taken away by the guerrillas.

Seeing that the twilight was approaching, Kuroda Ichiro had to drop his team back to help Qinghe Town. The main force of the puppet army and devil soldiers withdrew with Kuroda Ichiro, but it was not so easy for the Kameda Squadron in the rear to leave.

The Kameda Squadron aggressively counterattacked several teams of guerrilla officers and soldiers who were chasing after them, resulting in the sacrifice of more than 30 guerrilla officers and soldiers, which aroused the anger of the guerrilla officers and soldiers.

Now the guerrillas who stayed on the front line of Xiaohekou to fight against the devils had only one battalion and guard platoon, and most of them were recruits who participated in the battle for the first time.

The strength of the guerrillas is not enough to eat up such a large group of devils and puppet troops led by Ichiro Kuroda, so Yang Ling mainly uses the devils as a sharpening stone to train troops, relying on the advantage of being familiar with the terrain and going around in circles with them to fight guerrillas .

Although they didn't have the ability to eat Kuroda Ichiro's large army, but now a squadron at the back of the hall dared to be so arrogant, Yang Ling was also angry, and ordered not to let one go, and was going to eat up the devil squadron left behind.

The guerrilla officers and soldiers who received the order swarmed in from all directions, which made Kameda, the leader of the devil squadron who had just obtained the sweetness, feel that the situation was not good and was about to flee.

But now that he was bitten by the guerrilla officers and soldiers, it was not so easy to slip away. There were guerrilla officers and soldiers wandering around, making cold shots, and the Devil Squadron serving as the rear guard was surrounded.

"Report, the Chinese guerrillas have been spotted on the left wing!"

"Report, there are Chinese guerrillas approaching on the right, the number is unknown..."

"Report, a large group of Chinese guerrillas are catching up from behind!"

……

"Bang! Bang..." Before the devil's messenger could finish his sentence, there were already intensive gunshots behind him.

A team that fell behind had already exchanged fire with the chasing guerrilla officers and soldiers, while an unknown number of guerrilla officers and soldiers approached from other directions.

At this moment, the ghost squadron and the puppet army in the back of the palace are like a big piece of fat, and the surrounding wilderness is full of wild wolves with green eyes. As long as they are not paying attention, they will pounce on them and bite , This made these puppet soldiers and devils all frightened.

Kameda, the leader of the ghost squadron who was running out of breath, knew that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time. If he stayed for a long time, he would be eaten to nothing.

"Break out immediately! The fifth team opens the way, and the third team and the security forces are in the rear!"

Although Kameda was exhausted enough, he didn't dare to stay, and quickly led the team to move closer to the direction where Kuroda Ichiro and the others were retreating.

The devil soldiers acted quickly, threw away some unimportant items, and broke through with light clothes.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion sounded on the road that the devil soldiers must pass, and several devils were caught off guard and were blown into the paddy field beside the road, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The explosion frightened the rest of the devils to subconsciously scatter and hide. They could hear the painful screams of their comrades struggling on the ground. They held up their guns and defended all around as if they were facing a big enemy. They could hear their own screams nervously. heartbeat.

The puppet soldiers were even more flustered, and they didn't care about the muddy pond anymore. They all lay down in the muddy pond, turning into a mud monkey, staring nervously at the surroundings with their guns in hand.

Squadron leader Kameda looked at the men who were badly injured by the explosion, waved his hand and ordered them to be carried on stretchers, and then continued to break through.

But the cold guns around them still made them fall down from time to time, and then they couldn't get up again. Now the devils have no ability to take away the corpses, only the embarrassing breakthrough is left.

"Platoon leader, the devil is coming!"

Seeing a group of shadowy figures coming towards him, the observation post of the guerrillas shouted in a low voice.

The guerrilla officers and soldiers ambushing behind the field ridge cheered up, and one after another moved their guns out of the field ridge, loaded the bullets, and began to aim.

"Brothers, listen up. Officer Yang's order to us is to eat up these devils. Our brothers are coming. We must stop them and not let them run away. Even if we are all dead, we must stop them. Listen! do you understand?"

The guerrilla platoon leader who led the team knew that it would take time for the guerrilla officers and soldiers scattered everywhere to gather, so they learned that the devils were coming, and led the team to intercept the devils on the way to retreat.

"understand!"

"understand……"

Both veterans and recruits clenched their rifles and answered in a low voice. Although they are used to fighting guerrillas, this time they also want to fight a frontal blocking battle in order to wipe out the devils in the rear.

"They're all my good brothers!" The platoon leader saw his brothers crouching behind the left and right field ridges, his eyes were a little moist.

He thought about how similar they were to the present when a group of brothers blocked the devils for two days and two nights in the mud-filled trenches in Shanghai.

"Come closer and fire!"

The platoon leader personally operated the light machine gun in the platoon, and the muzzle of the gun was lowered and aimed at the little devil who was rushing towards him.

"beat!"

The platoon leader let out a loud cry, pulled the trigger and then pulled the trigger. Flames spewed out from the muzzle, and a string of scarlet bullets poured towards the devils.

puff puff...

The bullet pierced through the devil's thin body without hindrance, and a cloud of blood mist quickly spread out. Encountering such a strong resistance, the big-headed devil's vanguard team was immediately overwhelmed by more than 20 people.

"Kill Gaga!"

The squad leader of the Devil Soldiers rolled to avoid the deadly bullet, his fierce face was full of fierceness, and he gave the order to charge with his pistol held high.