"Withdraw~! Evacuate! All retreat into the tunnel transfer! Liu Hong shouted loudly.

After sending the signal flares, the remaining soldiers also retreated into the tunnel in an orderly manner, and Liu Hong also withdrew into the tunnel together.

In order to prevent accidents, after the soldiers withdrew into the tunnel, they completely blocked the tunnel at two corners. In addition, the nearby exhaust pipes were also blocked, so that there was no air circulation in these nearby tunnels, and people could not hold on to them for long.

Liu Hong and his soldiers did not dare to stop at all, and retreated all the way to the north along a tunnel.

……

To the north, in a farmland a few miles away, looking at the three shiny signal flares rising in the air, Zhang Zhicheng's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he immediately jumped up excitedly.

Zhang Zhicheng took out the box cannon on his waist and shouted: "Brothers! The martial arts team has already succeeded, and now it's our turn to teach the 11th regiment to shoot, the trumpeter blows the trumpet, and the brothers rush with me! ”

"Tick tock......" The loud horn of the charge suddenly sounded, and the heroic soldiers of the Eighth Route Army immediately broke out with a burst of earth-shattering shouts and rushed out with Zhang Zhicheng.

Zhang Zhicheng led the main force of the 11th Regiment, and more than 1,000 people suddenly launched a full-scale attack on the Japanese army from the north.

The little devil in the north, under the attack of the second squadron led by Bai Ling, was already in a mess and was busy parrying.

At this time, the main force of the 11th Regiment suddenly rushed in, and the offensive was rapid, coupled with the soldiers of the second squadron, under the leadership of Bai Ling, they also launched a more ferocious attack on the little devils, and the little devils in the north finally couldn't resist it, and they were completely defeated, and they retreated to the south in embarrassment.

"Brethren! Kill me! Kill all these little devils, and leave no one behind! Zhang Zhicheng gritted his teeth and scolded, and continued to chase and kill all the way with the soldiers.

The soldiers of the 11th Regiment and the 2nd Squadron joined forces to chase and kill the defeated little devils all the way, and the corpses of the little devils were all over the field, and the blood flowed like rivers.

The little devils couldn't resist the attack of the Eighth Route Army and were forced to retreat all the way to the south, but before they could withdraw far, the little devils were forced to stop.

Because further south is the devil's baggage camp, at this time where has been shrouded in poisonous gas, you can vaguely see some little devils struggling to survive in the poisonous gas, very miserable.

Seeing this scene, where did the little devils dare to approach, they quickly stopped, but now the north wind is blowing, and the poisonous gas has been blown to the south, and it has not continued to spread to the north, so although these little devils have no anti-poison equipment, they are fine for the time being.

However, although the poisonous gas could not kill their dogs, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who caught up behind would definitely not spare their dogs' lives.

The defeated little devils did not dare to continue to retreat, so they could only stop and resist desperately.

"The little devil stopped." One of the fighters shouted excitedly.

Zhang Zhicheng glanced at it, sneered and said, "That's just right!" Brothers, keep rushing for me! You must not let go of a little devil. Kill~! ”

"Kill~!" After hearing the order, the soldiers broke out again with a shouting of killing, and continued to pounce on the little devil fiercely.

In order to guard against poison gas, the soldiers had wrapped their heads in wet towels, leaking only two eyes, and their bodies were tightly wrapped, even wearing gloves on their hands, and gloves wet with water.

Although the north wind is blowing, it is inevitable that a small amount of poisonous gas will spread over, and the Eighth Route Army is also doing this for the sake of safety, after all, the poisonous gas of the devil is too powerful, and it is not allowed to be sloppy at all.

"Da Da Da Da~!" The machine gun let out a roar of rage, and swept a string of bullets at the little devil mercilessly.

The hundreds of little devils who had been defeated all the way had already become a mess, and now they stopped in a hurry, and they were unable to organize effective resistance at all.

However, the Eighth Route Army was like a broken foot, like a sharp dagger, quickly piercing into the formation of the devil, and rushing the little devil to the ground with an indomitable momentum.

"Bang Bang~!" Zhang Zhicheng quickly rushed into the battle group, raised the pistol and pulled the trigger again and again, a crisp gunshot rang out, and the little devils fell under Zhang Zhicheng's muzzle one by one.

The bullet quickly ran out, Zhang Zhicheng inserted the box cannon into the holster, pulled out the big knife behind his back, roared angrily, and pounced on a little devil desperately.

At this time, the little devils saw that there was no way to escape, and they all mustered up their bravery, raised their bayonets and started a white-knives battle with the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who rushed over.

The little devil saw Zhang Zhicheng waving a big knife and pounced, the ghost screamed, gritted his teeth, clenched the rifle in his hand hard, and stabbed at Zhang Zhicheng with a scream.

Zhang Zhicheng slashed over with a knife, with a crisp sound, the big knife slashed the devil's bayonet, the bayonet was smashed down, and the knife stabbed on the ground, the little devil only felt that his hands were sore, and the rifle in his hand almost fell off.

The little devil was frightened, at this time Zhang Zhicheng slashed over with a backhand, the little devil was caught off guard, only to see a cold light flash in front of him, a stream of blood shot out, the little devil suddenly opened his eyes wide, screamed and fell to the ground, and died.

Zhang Zhicheng's head was covered with hot dog blood, and the wet towel wrapped in Zhang Zhicheng's face was instantly dyed red, and Zhang Zhicheng looked like a mummy with a fraudulent corpse, which was daunting and creepy.

"Kill~!" Zhang Zhicheng let out an angry roar again, brandishing a big knife and pounced on another little devil again.

The blood-stained broadsword was raised high again, and the little devil in front of him was obviously frightened by Zhang Zhicheng's appearance, and even lost the courage to resist, screamed, turned around and ran.

Zhang Zhicheng was angry with a knife in the air, chased after him quickly, and then raised the big knife again and slashed fiercely.

"Puff~!" With a bang, the sharp blade quickly cut through the flesh of the devil, and scarlet blood shot out.

Behind the little devil, there was a wound dozens of centimeters long, and the severe pain struck, so that the little devil couldn't help but let out a miserable scream, under the action of inertia, the little devil ran forward a few steps, and finally fell to the ground, convulsed a few times, and whimpered.

At this time, the soldiers on both sides had been completely strangled together, and a tragic white-knuckle battle was launched, and the morale of the Eighth Route Army was like a rainbow, and the person who killed the little devil turned on his back, and the ground was soon covered with a layer of corpses, and the blood gradually stained the ground.

(End of chapter)