The bloodied and bloodied men who brought back made the devil Nakasa Ono Ichiro's face turn pale, and the enemies who attacked them were slippery like loaches and fled into the darkness again. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The dark night became the best cover for the attackers, and the devil soldiers marching in the dark night with torches and flashlights were live targets.

Yang Ling, who was hiding in the dark, had a natural advantage, and Ono Ichiro also realized that if they marched, there was still some danger waiting for them in front of them, and he could not predict it.

Although the sporadic casualties were nothing compared to their thousands of troops, the attackers hid the darkness and kept attacking, making everyone nervous, because they didn't know when the attack would come, and they didn't know if the next one would be themselves, and every soldier became a frightened bird.

Although their troops are elite, they have been fighting in Minshan for several days and nights, even iron men can't stand it, and every soldier is extremely tired at the moment.

If you still have to maintain a high level of vigilance now and keep worrying, even if you withdraw to Ruichang, I am afraid that there will be little combat power left, and then you will not be able to face the danger that may arise at any time.

Now they have no way to deal with the enemies hiding in the shadows, the only thing they can do is to camp on the spot, build a tight defense, do not give the attackers a chance, recharge their energy, and hold out until dawn.

Ono Ichiro's suggestion that the troops camp in place and continue the march until dawn was quickly sent to the brigade commander, Maruyama Masao, because of the constant attacks.

"It's just sporadic attacks, don't make a fuss, let Ono-san strengthen his guard and continue to march."

The brigade commander, Maruyama Masao, rejected Onoichiro Nakasa's suggestion without the slightest consideration, and compared to the sporadic attacks ahead, what he was most worried about now was the 74th Army chasing after him.

If Yang Ling, who attacked their marching team in front, was an annoying fly, then the 74th Army, which chased after their butts, was a red-eyed wolf.

Now that their ammunition reserves for the 6th Brigade had reached freezing point, he even collected the remaining odd ammunition in order to gather enough firepower for the Sen's heavy squad behind him to block the pursuers.

It can be said that most of the soldiers of the retreating 6th Brigade now have rifles with empty magazines in their hands, and there is not even a single bullet, only those alert troops and rear troops have a few ammunition in their hands to deal with emergencies.

Maruyama Masao had never encountered such a predicament, and now the entire army was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and even if there were many dangers ahead, he did not dare to stay here.

Once the ammunition of the guards and the rear of the palace was exhausted, they would become fish on the board and be slaughtered, so he rejected Onoichiro's suggestion to hold out all night and march again at dawn.

The rear artillery of the retreating 6th Brigade roared, the whole mountain seemed to tremble, the lines of fire were intertwined in the dense gunfire, half of the sky was illuminated by the sky-high explosion fire, and the pursuing troops of the 74th Army were fighting bloody battles in the dark night with the Mori Heavy Brigade blocking behind the palace.

Ichiro Ono, who received the order to move on, also understood the situation of the brigade commander Maruyama Masao, but looking at the boundless darkness, a sense of powerlessness enveloped him deeply.

It would take at least three hours to get out of this rocky and dense mountainous area to reach the hilly terrain of Ruichang County, and he could imagine that on the road of these three hours, those small Chinese troops must have laid a lot of traps waiting for him to step on.

But now they have no choice but to rush hard, even if they know that there is a fire pit ahead, they have to plunge into it.

"Put out the torch and leave only the flashlight."

Ichiro Ono took a deep breath and was ready to pay a price.

The beep blazing torches were extinguished by the devil soldiers, and the faint light of the remaining flashlights darkened the entire mountain trail and prevented most people from being exposed to guns.

There weren't many flashlights, and most of the ghost soldiers could only grab the hands of the soldiers in front of them and start to rush in the dark.

"This little devil's elm head has opened up?"

From a distance, the devil soldiers extinguished the torches, and Wang Huzi, who was hiding in a big tree to observe the devil team, couldn't help muttering.

"Alright, come down, it's time for us to get to work." The company commander Shunzi tied a few grenades to his body, and lowered his voice and beckoned to the tree.

Wang Huzi smiled, slid down the trunk of the tree, beckoned the veterans who were scattered nearby to rest in the dark, and quietly touched the mountain road.

On the side of a mountain beam at a bend in a mountain road, a Type 92 heavy machine gun had been erected, and the muzzle of the black hole hole had been aimed at the mountain road a few hundred meters away.

"Ready?" Wang Huzi and the others climbed into the machine gun position, glanced into the distance, and whispered to a veteran who was resting next to him.

The veteran pointed to the dark mountain road: "Platoon commander, they are upside down below, almost ready." ”

Soon, more than 20 brothers, led by a platoon commander, left the mountain trail and climbed back to the ridge where the heavy machine guns were arranged.

"No problem, right?" Wang Huzi handed the veteran platoon commander half a pot of water, and asked again uneasily.

The veteran unscrewed the kettle and raised his neck to take a sip of water: "Company commander, just put your heart in your stomach, and promise to give the devil a big gift this time." ”

The veteran platoon commander was enlisted before the Battle of Lanfeng, and although he had not been in the army for a long time, he was also a veteran who had fought many tough battles.

The Chinese army's weapons and equipment are backward, and most of the time when fighting with devils, they use human lives to change positions, so that each soldier's survival time on the battlefield is only about half a year.

Of course, in the life-devouring meat grinder of the Battle of Songhu, the survival cycle of the soldiers was even lower, even less than a week, three months, and 300,000 officers and soldiers were killed and wounded, which was a long list of blood-red casualties.

Although the devil is cautious, he is still unable to guard against the hunters hiding in the dark.

More than 100 devils walked at the front of the team to explore the way, responsible for fire reconnaissance, their eyes vigilantly stared at the surrounding ravine and woods, but any wind and grass raised their hands was a shuttle bullet.

But they didn't notice that under their feet, they had already buried five mine groups by Wang Huzi, the front was buried with a pull-type mine, and the back was a press-type mine, all of which had been modified by Yang Ling himself.

When the devils walking in front stepped on the top of the group of press-haired mines, as soon as they raised their feet, there was a loud bang, and several devils were blown up into the sky in the dazzling firelight.

The brothers hiding in the shadows laughed fiercely, and pulled the lead suddenly, and the group of pull-type mines that cut off the devil's retreat also exploded in unison.

The explosion of the five mine groups was amazing, and suddenly the mountain road shook and shook, and the mutilated limbs and guns flew all over the sky in the sky-rushing firelight, and the thick smoke and mud raised by the explosion swept away with the rolling of the air waves, sweeping down the ghost soldiers who were caught off guard behind them, and suddenly there was a wail.