ps: Thank you Ye Chenfeng, Never a Dream, and Xiao Yue $ Fengchen for the rewards of the three book friends, and thank you for the support of the rest of the book friends' recommendation votes, Xiaobai is here to thank you!

Under the hazy night, there was a cold firelight everywhere, and the unique sound of the 38 rifle continued to sound in the surroundings, mixed with the howl of the crooked light machine gun, like a talisman, driving the rout to run quickly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The troops were scattered in the dark and rumbling night, the soldiers could not find their commanders, the commanders could not find the soldiers, there was a clamor everywhere, there was roaring and gunfire everywhere, and the new recruits who had come up to replenish them panicked and stumbled and ran around, and there was chaos everywhere.

The devil soldiers who broke into the Dingjiaqiao position used infantry squads or squads as combat units, sweeping and slaughtering the Chinese defenders who had left alone and had no time to withdraw.

Bullets whistled in the night, and all resistance was so weak that almost a single face-to-face resistance would be destroyed and shattered by a grenade or a machine gun, and the scattered Chinese defenders eventually turned into a rout.

But where can you flee to, Dingjiaqiao is surrounded by criss-crossing water networks and dark and unpredictable fields, and the interspersed troops of the devil soldiers have long gone around to the rear, and many Chinese routs will crash into the arms of the devils if they don't pay attention, and then be strangled in pieces.

To the east of Dingjiaqiao is the main force of the third division of the devils, the line of Guangfuluodian in the north is also fiercely fighting, and the Jiangwan in the south is also fiercely attacked by the devils, and even the line of Dachang Town and Matang behind them has been cut in by the devils.

Most of the lone stragglers could only run towards places where there was little gunfire, but as they ran they were blocked by rivers and canals, and many Chinese defenders had to jump into the icy river in an attempt to escape their lives.

But the river was cold, and when I jumped down, I shivered, and before I could swim to the other side, the devil chasing soldiers behind me had already arrived, and a row of guns went down, and the river was covered with blood, and the corpses floated.

There are also taxis that do not swim along the river, but they will run into the devil soldiers who are advancing from the other direction, and they are like turtles in an urn, in this strange area, there is no way to hide, there is no way to escape.

The soldiers who were not left alone were in groups of three or five, gangs and wounded and supported each other, and they hurried along the road they came, like ducks being driven, in a panic and embarrassment.

The Devil's troops are interspersed while pursuing, their tactical literacy is very high, and they can also discern the direction in this dark night, while the defeated soldiers who do not know a few words can only rely on experience and luck to escape.

The gray crowd was all over the mountains, and behind them were the guns of the devils who were disgusted and invincible, and the army was defeated like a mountain, and the hungry and tired defenders could hardly resist the attack of the devils after heavy losses.

The defense line on the left and right flanks has been breached, as if they don't retreat, they will become raised islands, and they will be dumplings by devils, and the darkness increases the fear in the hearts of the soldiers, and those hideous and strange ghost soldiers make those soldiers even more worried and afraid.

Most of the defenders were soldiers who just wanted to eat, but at this moment they had to fight with the devils on the battlefield, when the commanders were all killed, when there were devils all around, the desire to survive was unprecedentedly strong, so they retreated and retreated.

Yang Ling held the 38 rifle seized from the devil in his hand, and the bright bayonet had been removed by him and hung in the scabbard around his waist, and the gun with the bayonet would sink in the center of gravity, affecting the accuracy, if it was not a bayonet, Yang Ling would generally remove the bayonet.

He trotted in the devil's cowhide shoes, although he tried to adjust the rhythm of his breathing, but he was still out of breath, his eyes under the brim of his black hat were more solemn than ever, at this moment they were like duckweed in the sea, they could be overturned by a big wave at any time, and survival had become their top priority.

The old king was still holding his saber, the sharp edge of the knife had jumped several gaps, and there were still traces of blood and a trace of broken flesh on the blade that shimmered with cold light, which was left over from the white-knuckle battle.

The knife was brought here by him from Sichuan, as a cooking squad leader, he did not have a gun, and he was not uncommon in the army's rifling to be smoothed, such as the 79 rifle Those good guns were in the hands of the company platoon commander.

There was no hope for them to get the big soldiers and the cooking class, so he felt that it would be enough to have a saber by his side, and the saber in his hand now had indeed saved his life, killing two Japanese soldiers, and he felt that he was worth it.

The old king's breath became more and more rapid, his legs were like lead, heavier and heavier, and the several bulging canvas bags on his body swayed with the run, pulling him more and more powerlessly, and he gradually fell behind the back of the group.

He wanted to open his mouth and ask the people running in front of him to stop and wait for him, but the fierce gunfire behind him was getting closer and closer, and the devil soldiers had already caught up, and if he stopped, his life would be in danger, he was hesitating, he didn't want others to die because of him, and he didn't want to drag others down.

The black rumbling, the hungry and tired old king's head and feet slipped, and he fell headlong into the ditch next to the field, the severe pain made the old king's head grin, his forehead hit something hard, it should be a stone, he felt a hot current on his face, and reached out to touch the slimy.

The old king was afraid of dragging others down and didn't stop those who were running forward in a hurry, he really couldn't run, he didn't want to drag others down, he sat in the cold ditch, reached out and touched his saber, the knife was still there, and the devil might not be able to kill another one when he came.

He leaned on the ditch overgrown with water and weeds, he was not ready to escape, he couldn't run anymore, his breathing slowly became calmer, the gunshots behind him became louder and louder, the footsteps in front were gone, they should go away, thinking of this, the old Wang Tou showed a trace of relief on his face, and he finally didn't trouble Yang Ling and them anymore.

They traveled thousands of miles to Shanghai with their feet, discussing all the way what kind of prosperity the big city should have, never going out of Sichuan in their lives, all thinking about waiting for the victory of the battle, and returning to their hometown in triumph is also a person who has seen the world, thinking about how to brag and show off so much.

But the cruelty of the war was far beyond their imagination, and they did not see a bustling city along the way, only the gray flow of people fleeing, the ruined villages after the bombing of devil planes, and the wailing wounded soldiers who were constantly sent to the rear, bleak and desolate.

Many of them died on the first day of their arrival in Shanghai, and they were killed by bombs dropped by planes before they could see the devils, and thinking of those whose stomachs were blown up, the old king felt that he was lucky, at least he had survived for so long, and he had killed a few devils.

Lao Wang Tou sat in the damp ditch, regained his strength, and was ready to wait for the devil to come and kill another one, and it would not be in vain to come to Shanghai.

"Old Wangtou-Old Wangtou-" A deep and suppressed voice came from afar, far and near, and Yang Ling took the two remnants of the soldiers to find it back.

In this dangerous battlefield, being alone means death, and the old Wang Tou, who was still following the team a few minutes ago, said that it would be gone, and it should not be too far, so Yang Ling finally decided to come back and look for it.