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

The guerrillas got down on the ground and prepared to fight back, and the devils quickly got down on the ground, and the ferocious firepower swept over. The suppressed guerrilla officers and soldiers couldn't lift their heads up, and quickly divided their troops to outflank them.

The guerrilla officers and soldiers could not run away, nor could they fight. In order to survive, they were forced to get up and continue running.

Liu Jinhu and the others were consumed layer by layer by the devils like onions, and the brothers beside them were shot down one by one.

Although their knuckles creaked, they could only bear the pain and continue to run, because once they stopped to rescue the brothers who were shot, they would all be finished.

Liu Jinhu and the others ran all the way in such a state of embarrassment, while the little devil also chased him all the way, and the scattered corpses of guerrilla officers and soldiers were also lying all the way.

Liu Jinhu felt aggrieved, but now the situation is stronger than others, and they have completely fallen into a desperate situation.

At the beginning, they left the road and ran into the field, trying to disperse and break through.

However, there are many rivers and ditches near Huaiyin, which blocked their way of escape. Many brothers jumped into the water in an attempt to escape.

The devils chased up from behind and shot randomly at the guerrilla brothers in the water. These brothers were all killed in the water before they swam to the other side, and the blood stained the ditch and river.

As a last resort, Liu Jinhu and the others had no choice but to return to the road. After all, there was still a way to run along the road. If they ran into the wild, they might be blocked by ditches. That was really a desperate situation.

Both the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas and the little devils were exhausted, but they all mustered their strength, and no one refused to admit defeat.

"Run...I can't run anymore..." A brother was spitting blood from his mouth, and his stomach was bleeding after running for a long time.

"Hold on, the little devils can't do it anymore, and they can't run anymore." Liu Jinhu supported the brother who was about to fall, and dragged him away.

More and more people ran and fell to the side of the road, gasping for breath. The devils who chased after them stabbed wildly, piercing into a sieve for air leakage.

Most of the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas were malnourished, sallow and emaciated, and their physical strength was limited.

But the little devil has a certain amount of polished rice and meat every day with balanced nutrition, and he looks tall and strong, and his endurance is naturally stronger than that of the guerrilla officers and soldiers.

These more than 50 little devils chased and beat all the way, and the bullets were almost consumed. Looking at the guerrilla officers and soldiers in front of them who were supporting each other and still fleeing mechanically, they even felt that it was a waste of bullets.

Except for those devils who used people as living targets for practice, most of the devils were too lazy to shoot. Anyway, there were guerrilla officers and soldiers who fell down on the roadside from time to time, so they just went up to make up the knife.

In the eyes of the leader of the devil infantry squad, those guerrilla officers and soldiers who are still moving slowly in front are destined to become ghosts under their swords. Now as long as they consume their last bit of strength, victory will be theirs.

The two sides just ran and chased along the road and pulled the team sparsely. From time to time, guerrilla officers and soldiers who fell behind were killed by bullets or bayonets caught up behind them.

Neither the guerrilla officers and soldiers who fled in panic nor the devil infantry squad that was sure of victory were not aware that there were more than 160 angry eyes staring at the road in the mounds and wild grass on both sides of the road.

The company commander of the Sharp Knife Company had his face tense. Seeing the brothers of the friendly army being chased by the devils from behind and stabbed to the ground with bayonets, his eyes almost burst into flames.

But the devils hadn't entered the ambush circle yet, so he couldn't rashly order to fire, otherwise he wouldn't be able to wipe out the devils, but would fall into a passive position.

After all, in field battles, the devil's strength is obvious to all. Although he leads the most elite company of the third guerrilla team, he is not sure that he will face the devil head-on in the field.

So I can only let the little devils enter the ambush circle, and then hit them with a surprise attack to completely annihilate them.

The brothers of the ambushing sharp knife company all meditated in their hearts, encouraging Liu Jinhu and the others, as long as they run another 100 meters, they will be safe.

But the exhausted Liu Jinhu and the others couldn't run anymore. This short distance of 100 meters seemed as long as centuries.

Watching the friendly soldiers keep falling to the ground and dying under the devil's bayonet, the brothers in ambush were anxious.

But without the order of the company commander's knife, they could only suppress their anger and could not fire without authorization. After all, they were no longer the mob they used to be, but a well-disciplined company.

"beat!"

Seeing that Liu Jinhu and the others had finally passed the 100 meters and all the devils had entered the ambush circle, Knife couldn't wait to issue an attack order.

"Bang bang bang-"

"Da da da— da da da—"

Both the rifle and the machine gun fired, and the angry bullets rained down on the devil. Amidst the devil's screams, the bullets tore apart the flesh and blood.

The infantry squad stared at Liu Jinhu and the others who were exhausted in front, but did not expect to encounter a surprise attack.

"Hidden! Hidden!"

Faced with the flying bullets, the panting Devil Sergeant shouted hoarsely.

"puff!"

But soon a bullet got into the mouth of the Devil Sergeant Cao, twisting his tongue to pieces, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.

The devil soldiers chased them all the way, but they were all exhausted. After being attacked by firepower, they still showed good tactical qualities.

Although they were in a panic under the pursuit of the bullets, they quickly rushed to the ditch and earth pit beside the road, trying to fight back on the spot to stabilize the situation.

But what the devil encountered was an elite company of sharp knives, how could the devil organize an effective resistance.

"Tom tom tom!"

Five grenades smashed into the road with a sharp whistling sound, and the devils who fought back with guns were blown up into the air amidst the explosions.

The sharp knife company is now equipped with a grenadier squad. Although they can't shoot very accurately, the grenades smashed over and immediately blew up the devil's psychological defense.

The Chinese troops who ambushed them actually had weapons like grenades, and the surviving devils had no intention of resisting. They fled to the distance one after another under the screams of the devil officers.

Devils are masters who bully the weak and fear the hard. When they encounter a weak force, they are extremely arrogant. Hundreds of people dare to chase thousands of people to fight, but once they encounter a strong force, they retreat immediately and never want to fight.

"Puff puff......"

It was not so easy for the little devils to run away. A platoon of brothers had already seized the opportunity to steal their back route. A string of son bullets swept over, blood mist rose, and a large number of them died immediately.

Chapter 853 Cutting melons and vegetables

"kill--"

Before the smoke of the explosion cleared, amidst the roar of anger, the guerrilla officers and soldiers showed their bayonets and rushed at the devils.

Bullets are precious, and the guerrilla brothers have developed the habit of saving bullets, and almost always a round of rapid fire will be followed by hand-to-hand combat.

The vigorous bodies rushed towards the road, and the resolute faces of the brothers were distorted and ferocious because of anger, wishing to chop up these devils and feed them to the dogs.

The surviving more than 20 little devils were covered in blood, and their companions were almost dead in the blink of an eye.

Facing the guerrilla officers and soldiers surrounding them on all sides, they also knew that their doomsday was coming, and they were struggling to the death.

They quickly formed several small battle groups in groups of three or five, with bayonets standing in front of them, panting and staring at the guerrilla officers and soldiers in a defensive state.

A guerrilla brother who didn't know how deep or deep was red-eyed rushed upwards, and the devil stabbed the rushing brother to the ground with a fierce thrust of the bayonet.

"Damn it, use bullets!"

The sharp knife company commander knife is not a pedantic person, he has long developed a flexible command style in guerrilla warfare.