"Let's go, we'll leave it here!"

In the depths of the mountains, the gunfire was loud, the smoke of gunpowder was filled, the bullets were whizzing and flying like locusts, and a ragged eight-way commander and fighter was grinning at Zhu Junhao and Ren Haifang: "After this pass, there will be no devils in front of you to stop you, as long as you can get rid of the devils, even if you can escape......

"Let's go together, let's kill together!"

Ren Haifang and those detachment members roared in unison, staring at a pair of blood-red eyes and roaring.? Ranwen ???. ｒａｎｅｎ`ｏｒｇ

"There's no chance, there are one or two thousand little devils in the back, if no one stops them, everyone will be bitten to death!"

The Eighth Road Commander said: "We are not just here to save you, we want to save the fire of the War of Resistance here, here, the influence of your detachment is much greater than that of our guerrillas, so it doesn't matter if we die, you must rush out and use your influence to drive more people to fight devils together......"

Before he finished speaking, he turned his head and rushed towards the Japanese puppet army that was surging like a tide, and beside him, countless guerrillas like beggars, carrying all kinds of old guns, rushed forward with him.

The beggar-like creatures fell like straws amid the roaring gunfire, but more rushed into the battlefield and held their ground, roaring and roaring in the rain of bullets and the earth-shattering explosions......

"What a goddamn bastard!"

Countless detachment fighters cried, they never thought that they would have to be saved by this group of eight-way guerrillas who usually they don't look down on at all, they didn't know who they were scolding, devil? Eight guerrillas? Or maybe it's themselves.

"Let's go, wait until we escape and regroup to avenge them, so they won't die in vain!"

Ren Haifang Zhu Junhao roared with tears in his eyes, and fled forward first, and those soldiers cried and followed, and their blurred teary eyes almost couldn't see the way forward.

It's not that they don't want to fight with these eight-way guerrillas to fight with the pursuing Japanese army, it's just that they have been running away for five or six days in a row, and they have long been exhausted and have run out of ammunition and food, and there are less than 300 of the 1,500-strong team left, and the rest of them have died on the way to escape.

They couldn't fight anymore, and if they stayed, they could only let there be more corpses on the battlefield.

Climbing over the hill, they finally had a chance to look back at the battlefield.

The gunfire has stopped, and the battlefield has entered the stage of the most tragic white-knuckle battle.

They clearly saw that the commanders and fighters of the Eighth Route led the few remaining guerrillas to stubbornly guard the path of the devils' advance, frantically waving big blades and slashing at the devils and puppet soldiers who rushed up, and the earth-shattering roar was like thunder in their ears......

They are like reefs by the sea, and they are like unyielding sculptures, even if those puppet Japanese soldiers are flooding in, trying to destroy and drown them......

But they always got up again and again, and did not fall until the last drop of blood was shed......

"Little devil, one day, Lao Tzu will ask you to pay for your blood debts ......"

The soldiers cursed, and then carried the wounded headlong into the vast mountains.

"Your Excellency Shaozuo, the Pingshui detachment has run away!"

A staff officer put down his binoculars and said stupidly.

"Unless they have wings and can fly, where can they run?"

The Japanese Shaozo sneered, clenched his command knife and walked forward, on the position in front, the sound of fighting was getting weaker and weaker, but it never stopped.

The corpses all over the ground, most of them were left by the guerrillas and the previous Pingshui detachment, and most of the remaining puppet troops were scattered, only a small number of Japanese corpses were mixed in, and the dark red blood had already penetrated the soil on the position, and when they went down, it was muddy.

"Dogs. Day. Come here, come here, come over if you have a kind! ”

A man stood in the pile of corpses, and the bloody blade of his hand was shouting: "Come and kill one Lao Tzu, come and kill one Lao Tzu, come and kill two Lao Tzu, if you don't believe it, try it!" ”

In front of him, several puppet Japanese soldiers fell, and behind him was a passage for forward pursuit.

The man's body was covered with terrifying knife wounds, and blood was dripping down the battered clothes, but this did not damage his image at all.

"What's going on?"

Shao Zuo came over and asked with a blue face.

"This guy is so powerful, he hacked five or six of us to death by himself!"

A puppet soldier glanced at the man with awe in his eyes and said, "It seems to be a practitioner......

"Lian Jiazi? Chinese Kung Fu? Baga ......"

After listening to the translation, Shao Zuo stepped forward with a sneer, pointed at the man, and then pointed at himself.

"Want to fight me one-on-one? You're crazy little devil! ”

The man was so happy that he raised the big blade and rushed forward, he didn't believe that he couldn't kill the Japanese officer with a single sword.

……

In the successive gunshots, the man fell to the ground, looking at the Japanese soldier Shaozuo with disbelief in his eyes.

Bah!

The Japanese soldier Shaozuo took a hard sip, put away the pistol triumphantly and said: "See, no matter how high the kung fu is, it is not as powerful as a bullet!" ”

"The Imperial Army is really high!"

"Shao Zuo is amazing, admire and admire ......"

A group of puppet soldiers gave their thumbs with a smirk on their faces, and the Japanese soldiers were also sycophants, and then rushed out and continued to pursue.

"Rejuvenating the ......"

The man looked at the countless footsteps of the Japanese soldiers who stepped by, said these two words, and swallowed his breath.

No one knew what these two words meant, and of course no one listened, and the comrades who came with him were already dead.

Wow......

In a distant mountain village, the baby in swaddling clothes suddenly burst into tears, crying heartbreakingly, and breaking his liver and intestines.

"Don't cry baby, don't cry baby ......"

The woman who was busy with housework outside ran in, holding the baby and coaxing it carefully, looking up at the path leading to the house from time to time, expecting a familiar figure to appear, and muttering, "Daddy, when will you come back?" You haven't named your baby yet......"

As she spoke, tears couldn't help but fall down, because she didn't know if her man would have a chance to come back, or if he would have a chance to name his son.

These days, the guerrillas are everywhere, and I have heard that there have been countless battles with the little devils, and it is rumored that eight out of ten people who joined the guerrillas have died, and she does not know if her husband will also be one of them.

The thought of the families of the dead guerrillas who did not even dare to hold a slightly more decent funeral made her even more uncomfortable, and sometimes she couldn't understand why her men and those people were willing to take such a risk.