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Deng Xuefeng raised the box gun in his hand, aimed at a little devil, decisively pulled the trigger, and several crisp gunshots rang out, and a little devil who had just shot with his head out, was shot twice in a row, and fell down.

"Brethren~! Rush to Lao Tzu! Deng Xuefeng yelled and continued to rush towards the devil's position.

Under the personal leadership of the regiment commander, the morale of the soldiers was greatly boosted, and one by one they rushed forward bravely, and the battle became more and more fierce.

In the dense sound of gunfire, soldiers on both sides fell on the battlefield and never stood up again, the war is so cruel, either you die or I die, life is extremely fragile in the face of war.

The offensive of the Eighth Route Army was too fierce, and in order to block the attack of the Eighth Route Army, the little devils could only shoot desperately to block the advance of the Eighth Route Army.

However, this kind of fire blockade is also quite ammunition-consuming, and Takahashi Jiro doesn't have much ammunition in his hand, and after fighting for so long, it has already been consumed.

Finally, the ammunition of the little devils gradually ran out, and the firepower gradually weakened.

Deng Xuefeng, as an experienced general, could naturally see this, seeing that the devil's firepower was gradually weakening, he had already roughly guessed the reason, and he knew that their opportunity had finally come.

As long as you seize this opportunity, victory is in sight, thinking of this, Deng Xuefeng couldn't help but be a little excited in his heart, jumped out from behind a big stone again, raised the gun in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Brothers! The little devils can't hold it anymore, rush up to me and kill all these beasts! Kill! ”

Deng Xuefeng said and quickly rushed towards the devil's position, and at this time, the heroic soldiers of the Eighth Route Army also broke out with a burst of earth-shattering shouts and killing, and once again fiercely pounced on the devil's position.

"Da Da Da Da~!" At this moment, a dense burst of gunfire rang out, and a blazing tongue of fire swept down from the devil's position.

The dense bullets hit the crowd of the Eighth Route Army, and suddenly a piece of blood mist rose, and several soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who rushed to the front fell to the ground in response and died heroically on the spot.

"Keep rushing for me!" Deng Xuefeng let out an angry roar again, but he didn't stop, and continued to rush forward frantically.

"Puff~!" Suddenly, two pieces of blood mist rose on Deng Xuefeng's body, and the criminal bullet left two bullet holes on Deng Xuefeng's body, and the blood gushed out uncontrollably.

With the blood flowing out, Deng Xuefeng's strength gradually disappeared, and he stopped involuntarily, and the blood that kept gushing out gradually withdrew his vitality.

"Uh~!" Deng Xuefeng snorted, and a mouthful of blood suddenly gushed out of his mouth.

Deng Xuefeng slowly lowered his head, looked at the two bullet holes in his chest, there was a trace of unwillingness in his eyes, his feet were unstable, and he raised his head and fell backwards.

At this time, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, who were following behind, hurriedly rushed up, stretched out their hands to catch Deng Xuefeng's body, and desperately dragged Deng Xuefeng behind a big rock next to him.

"Commander~! Head~! The warriors cried out in grief.

Deng Xuefeng said weakly: "Attack!" Go on the offensive! The little devil is about to be unable to hold on, so he must take Huanglian Mountain and Huanglian Mountain...... ...... by all means."

Deng Xuefeng's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared, his eyes gradually lost their brilliance, and his hands hung weakly to the side.

"Commander~!" The fighters shouted loudly again, but their regimental commander could no longer hear anything.

Deng Xuefeng, head of the Independent Regiment of the Jizhong Military Region, died honorably in the Battle of Huanglian Mountain.

Although the regiment commander sacrificed, the last words of the regiment commander echoed in the ears of the soldiers for a long time and lingered.

Those soldiers temporarily placed Deng Xuefeng's body behind the big stone, and then several people stood up and shouted loudly: "Avenge the regiment commander!" Fight with the little devils! ”

"Avenge the regimental commander! Take down Huanglian Mountain and kill all the little devils! Kill! ”

"Kill!" The earth-shattering shouts of killing sounded again, and after the soldiers heard the news of the sacrifice of the regiment commander, they were filled with righteous indignation, and one by one they continued to pounce fiercely on the devil's position with full of anger towards the little devil.

At this time, the ammunition of the little devil had almost been consumed, and the little devil who had suffered heavy losses had less than a hundred people left in the end, and in the face of the fierce offensive of the Eighth Route Army, he was no longer able to stop it.

In the earth-shattering shouts of killing, the heroic soldiers of the Eighth Route Army finally rushed to the position of the devils, and the few little devils left were drowned in the sea of people of the Eighth Route Army in an instant.

Although these little devils made the last stubborn resistance under the leadership of Takahashi Jiro, it was to no avail, and soon the remaining little devils were all chopped into pieces by the angry soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

Takahashi Jiro himself was also stabbed into a sieve with bayonets by seven or eight soldiers of the Eighth Route Army and died tragically on Huanglian Mountain.

The bright red flag was finally planted on Huanglian Mountain, and the Eighth Route Army successfully conquered Huanglian Mountain, clearing the last obstacle to pursue the remnants of the devil.

On the position in the distance, Commander Lu saw that the soldiers had finally rushed to the position of Huanglian Mountain, and couldn't help but shout excitedly, "Okay! played beautifully, and finally won Huanglian Mountain. ”

The chief of staff next to him said with emotion: "Yes! It was really not easy, and finally won Huanglian Mountain, and the independent regiment fought beautifully. ”

Commander Lu nodded and said: "Immediately send orders to all troops, set off immediately, and continue to pursue the defeated little devils, Lao Tzu will completely annihilate the 110th Division this time to avenge the dead soldiers." ”

"Yes!" A herald next to him hurriedly answered, turned around and ran to deliver the order.

At this time, a soldier of the Eighth Route Army ran over quickly, stood up and respectfully saluted Commander Lu, and said loudly: "Report to the commander, the independent regiment has successfully captured Huanglian Mountain, but ......"

"But what?" Commander Lu asked with a frown.

"But Commander Deng died heroically in the battle." The warrior said quickly.

"What do you say? You said Deng Xuefeng sacrificed? Commander Lu couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise and asked in disbelief.

"Hmm!" The soldier nodded and said, "Commander Deng personally led the charge and was unfortunately shot in the battle and died on the spot. ”

"it! These little devils are ruining one of my generals again! Lao Tzu is not finished with them! Commander Lu scolded loudly with a sad face.

The chief of staff next to him couldn't help but grit his teeth, clenched his fists and said word by word: "The blood debt must be paid with blood!" Today, let's use the dog's head of Iinuma to pay tribute to Deng Xuefeng and all the sacrificed soldiers' souls in the sky. ”

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