"The little devil has retreated!" Seeing that the little devils were defeated like the tide of the ebb tide, the soldiers shouted excitedly, and bursts of enthusiastic cheers suddenly sounded on the battlefield where the corpses were piled up.

The little devil was finally repulsed, it was really not easy. Just now, the soldiers were still fighting with the little devils with the belief of death, and seeing the comrades around them fall one after another, the soldiers were almost desperate, thinking that Guanshan would definitely be lost this time. However, now that the little devil has suddenly retreated, you can imagine how excited the soldiers were at this time, and even temporarily forgot the grief caused by the sacrifice of their comrades.

Zhao Jinglin and Zhu Yaohui were also excited, because they had fought for so long and paid such a big price for casualties, they finally persevered, and now they finally saw the hope of victory.

Zhao Jinglin looked up at the sky with an excited face, and said with emotion: "Only by winning this battle and completely defeating this 110th Division, can the souls in the sky who sacrificed their comrades rest in peace, and I believe that this day is not far away." ”

Zhu Yaohui couldn't help but burst into tears, and said with excitement on his face: "It's really not easy, we have finally waited for this day." ”

Zhao Jinglin glanced at the little devil who was gradually retreating, his eyes suddenly became firm, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's time for us to ask the little devil for blood debt." ”

Zhao Jinglin paused slightly, and then continued: "Immediately send an order, let the soldiers hurry up and clean up the battlefield, collect some weapons and ammunition, and restore their positions as soon as possible." The battle isn't over yet, it's our turn to attack! Although our 29th Regiment is basically gone, even if there is only the last person left, we will launch a final charge against the little devils, and let these brutes see the power of the 29th Regiment of our Eighth Route Army in Jizhong! ”

"Yes!" Zhu Yaohui hurriedly wiped a handful of tears and answered loudly, and then turned around and conveyed the order.

At the same time, Liu Hong and Zhang Zhicheng led the main force of the Eighth Route Army, followed by Takahashi Jiro and them, chasing all the way, Takahashi Jiro's troops have been lost, and they are simply unable to stop the attack of the Eighth Route Army, and there are only a small vigilance force of some devils along the way, these little devils have limited troops, and they cannot pose a fatal threat to the Eighth Route Army.

Therefore, Liu Hong soon led his troops to the field hospital camp of the devil, which was previously shelled by the special service battalion, and the little devil suffered heavy losses. After the spy battalion was repelled by the Japanese army, the little devil simply cleaned up the camp and transferred the wounded here. At this time, there were still hundreds of wounded in this camp, but these little devils were so unlucky that as soon as they settled down, the main force of the Eighth Route Army came over again.

Takahashi Jiro fled all the way with the remnants of his defeated soldiers, and he couldn't stand on his feet at all, so he withdrew directly to the camp of the field hospital, where Takahashi Jiro originally thought that he could temporarily resist the attack of the Eighth Route Army.

But unexpectedly, the Eighth Route Army directly launched a fierce attack, and the momentum all the way directly hit in, and the alert troops on the periphery of the field hospital were simply unable to stop the attack of the Eighth Route Army.

The heroic soldiers of the Eighth Route Army rushed into the devil's camp like a group of tigers, and the devil's camp was in chaos again, and the panicked little devils fled in all directions, but the wounded soldiers of those devils were unlucky, they couldn't run and couldn't resist, and they could only wait for death.

"Why are there so many devils here?" Wu Feng said with a frown.

"This is supposed to be the devil's field hospital." Liu Hong said casually.

"Then what to do with these devil wounded soldiers?" Wu Feng frowned and said with some embarrassment.

"Now that the situation is urgent, we don't have time to delay with them, so let's kill them directly! Hum! There are no wounded soldiers in my eyes, only the enemy! Destroy all the enemies and leave no one behind! We must take this opportunity to completely defeat the last trace of morale of the little devil! Liu Hong gritted his teeth and said with a serious face.

"Yes!" Wu Feng hurriedly responded, and then shouted loudly: "Brothers! Keep rushing for me! Kill all the little devils! Kill me! ”

The soldiers hated the little devil to the core, and they had already killed the red eyes at this time, even if Liu Hong ordered the troops to stop, I am afraid it would be useless. What's more, Liu Hong gave the order to attack again, and after the soldiers heard the order, their morale was immediately boosted, and they immediately broke out with a shocking shouting and killing sound, like a rolling dragon, and continued to crush forward.

"Kill!" In the earth-shattering shouts of killing, the heroic soldiers of the Eighth Route Army rushed all the way to kill, and wherever they passed, a bloody storm was immediately set off, and all the little devils became the souls of the Eighth Route Army one after another.

The heroic soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, stepping on the corpse of the devil, continued to chase and kill all the way.

Liu Hong ran to the side of the road, jumped on a big rock, raised the telescope and looked in the direction of Guanshan, only to see that the battle on the Guanshan position had ended, and some soldiers of the Eighth Route Army could be vaguely seen, shuttling on the position, a tattered military flag was planted on the top of the mountain, Liu Hong worked hard to identify it for a long time, and then determined that it was the military flag of their Eighth Route Army.

"Captain, how is the situation in Guanshan?" Wu Feng asked anxiously.

Liu Hong hurriedly put down the binoculars and shouted excitedly: "The little devil has stopped attacking, Guanshan is still in our hands, and the military flag of our Eighth Route Army is still fluttering on Guanshan." ”

"Great! I didn't expect them to really stick to it. Wu Feng said excitedly.

Liu Hong jumped down from the big stone and said excitedly: "Yes! They finally persevered, and it was not easy. ”

Wu Feng said with a smile: "In this way, I want to see what other abilities these little devils have." ”

Liu Hong nodded, and said with a serious face: "After fighting for so long, the surrounded friendly forces have suffered heavy losses, especially the 29th Regiment defending Guanshan, the sacrifice we have paid this time is really too great, so this time we must completely annihilate this 110th Division no matter what, and avenge the sacrificed soldiers." ”

At this time, the Eighth Route Army had already rushed through the field hospital camp of the devil and continued to rush forward to kill, Liu Hong hurriedly stopped a soldier of the Eighth Route Army and asked loudly: "Where is your head Zhang now?" ”

The soldier hurriedly replied, "Captain Liu, where is our Regiment Commander Zhang behind?" Coming over right away. ”

Liu Hong nodded, turned around and ran backwards, shouting loudly as he ran: "Commander Zhang!" Zhang Zhicheng! ”

(End of chapter)