"Dafa, Secret Telegram Deng Brigade Commander, let him dispatch the four cavalrymen who are most familiar with the northeast to stand by, wait for me to kill Yuan Yihonggang, find the location of Lao Wu and Lao Shen's cemetery, and let them take Lao Wu and Lao Shen home. Also, I ordered them to keep one or two alive as much as possible, and if there was anyone who provided information about the remains of our army, I could give them official prisoner of war treatment. Liu Lang's voice came from afar.

watched Liu Lang slowly walk up the mountain with his bare hands. Chen Yunfa grabbed the big green wolf who was a little anxious, his eyes were full of helplessness but also full of admiration.

The commander was alone in danger despite military regulations, but he had to go through this journey only so that the brothers who had buried their bones in a foreign country could return home. How could he not be willing to follow such a chief? Although he still thinks it's wrong.

But what about him? How to choose? It should be the same as the sir! Their blood is always fused with their brothers, even when they are dead.

"Keep an eye on me, as long as it doesn't appear as a chief, shoot immediately. Reiterate the order and shoot immediately, whenever you want. Chen Yunfa murderously gave the special forces who were staring at the mountain in various positions, although he also knew that it was almost impossible.

Maybe there is someone stronger than the chief in this world, but Chen Yunfa, who has always regarded Liu Lang as a target to chase after him, believes that Liu Lang must be the one who can survive the life-and-death fight. Because, since he followed Liu Lang, no matter when, Liu Lang has never lost. Whether it is on the battlefield in the rain of bullets or in the ring of swords and swords, Liu Lang always laughs at the last one, and this time, it will not be an exception.

Compared with Liu Lang on this side, in order for the remains of his two brothers to go home and risk alone, the 77th Wing of the Japanese Army in Jingcheng County finally made a breakthrough.

After two rounds of bombing back and forth by up to 8 bombers, at about 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the damned dozen mortars on the Chinese's position finally stopped roaring, and after they dispatched three infantry squadrons of nearly 600 people to attack, they unexpectedly found that the Chinese were much weaker than the artillery, and even the machine gun fire.

Although it still took more than 20 minutes to defeat the Chinese defenders on the position, it was unexpectedly found that there were only fifty or sixty Chinese corpses left on the position.

It turned out that a Chinese regiment that had been fighting them for nearly eight hours had retreated through the tunnel to the mountains outside the county half an hour earlier, leaving only one infantry company to block the attack, and they even took away the soldiers who had been killed and wounded in the previous battle.

All that remains now are the corpses of soldiers killed in the more than 20 minutes of fighting.

In terms of results, although it was a capture of the position, it was actually a defeat. The Chinese blocked them for 8 hours.

Perhaps the only thing that made the Japanese relieved was the discovery of a small group of Chinese soldiers in a trench on the battlefield who had not had time to retreat, about the strength of a squad, which was also the only trophy of the 77th Wing Front Commander 2nd Infantry Brigade Captain Nishikawa Seichi Shaosa.

There were still Chinese alive, which made Nishikawa Shaoza's angry face finally show a cruel smile, and he did not even give the military order for the infantry squadron to continue to pursue the dozens of Chinese who had broken and fled into the mountains.

You know, in these 8 hours, his 2nd infantry brigade killed 150 people, 230 lightly and seriously wounded, 4 fully equipped infantry squadrons, actually disabled two, while the opponent Chinese fled with corpses, causing him to be unable to count the results, which is simply unforgivable.

Then, these seven or eight soldiers abandoned by the Chinese are the best targets for anger. Nishikawa Seichi had even thought of pressing them as a whole in front of the second line of positions that the Chinese were building in the snowflake mountains ten miles away, and let them collectively shout at the Chinese positions to make them surrender, and if they didn't shout, they would all let the soldiers practice bayonets in front of the Chinese. Either way, the blow to the morale of the Chinese will inevitably be huge.

The lone soldier of this squad also had guns and ammunition, and they were still resisting, resisting in a trench. However, the Japanese troops, who had already surrounded the area and had received the order from the captain to capture him alive, were not in a hurry, they did not use any heavy weapons, they just kept firing at the wounded Chinese soldiers.

Because they know that the Chinese soldiers do not carry many bullets with them, and they cannot compare with the minimum 120 rounds they carry in a battle. Drain their bullets, and it's time to capture them alive.

Sure enough, in the face of the Japanese troops surrounding them from all directions, the gunfire of the wounded Chinese soldiers who were desperately fighting back gradually thinned out until they fell silent.

No matter how tentative the Japanese shot again, not a single bullet flew out.

But five minutes later, a small detachment of Japanese troops carefully hunched over and advanced towards the Chinese's position more than 20 meters away, and when they were only ten meters away, they saw that they had straightened up and were about to rush into the trench to meet the Chinese.

Suddenly another burst of gunfire rang out in the Chinese trenches, and after eight shots, 12 soldiers of the Japanese squad, including Juncao, lay down, and except for 5 who took the initiative to lie down, the remaining 7 were all knocked down by bullets.

The distance is only ten meters, even if it is an ordinary person who does not know how to use a gun, such an obvious target, the hit rate is more than 70 percent, not to mention a group of soldiers who have fought several battles in a row.

Most of the seven Japanese soldiers were shot in the chest, and the Hanyang-made 7.92 mm round warhead was more powerful than the 6.5 mm pointed warhead of the 38 Dagai at a range of 300 meters, and even at this time, the Japanese warhead was modified after receiving the lessons of the Great Wall Battle four years ago.

It looked like a small cut in the chest, but the back that was pierced by the bullet was a hole the size of a small teacup, and the blood gushing out from behind him even contained the lobes of the lungs that had been crushed by the warhead. The soldier who had been wounded in this way was apparently not alive, and after two or three minutes of convulsions, he was calm.

But they were obviously lucky, but even more unfortunate was the Japanese soldiers who were hit in the thighs, the 7.92 mm round bullet left not only a hole the size of a baby's fist on the fleshy and fat thighs, but also the severe pain made the Japanese soldiers, who were known for their tenacious fighting spirit, couldn't help but roll on the ground in pain, and the arteries that were blown up were spurting blood frantically. The ground was covered with their spilled blood, like the scene of a pig being killed.

Under the cover of the frantic shooting of the surrounding Japanese troops, the five Japanese soldiers who were still alive crawled and dragged the two colleagues who were still struggling and vaguely able to rescue them back to their positions.

As for the other five companions whose trembling bodies had gradually calmed down, they could only be allowed to quietly return to the arms of Amaterasu.

It's just that the two Japanese soldiers who were dragged back to their positions were not much better, the thigh arteries were completely blown up, and the crazy blood did not play any role even if the two first-aid kits were packed, even if there were military doctors on the scene, they could not resist the Amaterasu who was playing mahjong and beckoned to these two Japanese soldiers whose faces were as white as wax paper.

Boy, let's play cards here!

The two Japanese soldiers watched their legs no longer bleed in a completely conscious state, and then fell into the boundless darkness in great fear. Not bleeding is not to stop bleeding, but that there is no blood to be shed.

Undoubtedly, the fear of watching oneself go to the abyss of death and having no one to help him is terrifying. The two Japanese soldiers died quickly in five minutes, whether they died more with blood flowing, or more from the frightening death, I am afraid that only their Amaterasu Okami knows.

I'm afraid he doesn't have time to care about this, because, in the future, there will be more and more little devils who play mahjong with him, and more of them can open the Sparrow God Competition.

Being put on such a swing by the Chinese, seven more people were killed in the battle under the completely superior forces, which made Nishikawa Seichi Shaozo, who had already rushed to 200 meters away from the trench, almost not mad. The gap in strength is more than 100 times, even if all the Chinese are killed, it is only a ratio of nearly 1 to 1, and while the empire is slapped in the face, if he is stabbed above by someone with a heart, he may go to a military court for this.

If he does not capture this group of Chinese alive, even if he does not go to a military court, it will become a stain that he will not be able to erase for the rest of his life.

As a result, the sound of gunfire resounded on the battlefield, but there was not the slightest heavy weapon attacking the trenches of the Chinese soldiers.

It's just that the last position of the Chinese soldiers has no sound. However, no Japanese army dared to advance as they did the first time, and they crept quietly close to the Chinese trenches from four directions, under the cover of their own fire.

Unbeknownst to them, they were in the trenches where at least one infantry squad had been dispatched to participate in the attack, and eight Chinese soldiers were left without guns.

The guns were all placed behind them and piled together.

Because, there are no more bullets in the gun.

Even, they didn't even get on the bayonet.

It's not that they don't have the courage to fight the Japanese invaders.

Because, they are all wounded soldiers, seriously wounded soldiers.

They were barely able to move, and they were able to try to shoot all the bullets in their guns, and they had done their best.

Eight people, with the last eight shots, killed 5 devils on the spot, injured 2 people, and only one shot missed.

That's because there are no eyeballs in the soldier's bandaged eye sockets。。。。。。

There was a dense gunfire of imps in his ears, and a smile bloomed on the faces of the soldiers whose eyes had been blinded by the waves of enemy shells four hours earlier.

He regretted that he did not kill a single one like his other comrades. But he is not a martial arts master who listens to the argument, just listening to the direction of his companion shouting "ten feet in the front, five feet in the left", he can accurately shoot the bullets in the chamber.

But he didn't regret it, because, in the trenches, he had already smoked two cigarettes.

It was stuffed to the platoon commander when the company commander was leaving.

The best rolled paper cigarettes! Smoke and spray incense, and the time for two cigarettes is enough for the retreating brothers in the company to run out for two miles!

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PS: 1000 chapters! Children's boots, shouldn't you vote for a monthly ticket to commemorate? This kind of request will come again when the wind moon is in chapter 2000.