The wind, passing through the mountains and forests, echoed in the dark night, like the whining of a beast, full of horror that makes people's hearts palpitate. Ran Wen is small? Say??.? ｒ?ａｎｅｎ`ｏｒｇ

Groups of men and horses, running in the mountains, dark and tired, will not stop them from advancing at all.

The Japanese army wanted to uproot the Chinese armed forces in the Niushou Mountains and sweep away the worries in order to comprehensively launch the offensive of the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment and the Eighth Route Base Area in the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei region, while the Pingshui Detachment desperately broke through all the encirclement and interception and preserved the fire to continue the war of resistance to the end, while Xin Lao Er, with the old, weak, sick and disabled fathers and villagers, gritted their teeth and persisted, wanting to find a glimmer of hope to survive.

The guerrilla team led by the Eighth Route was also forging ahead, rushing towards the road that might be a catastrophe, while Lone Wolf and Li Dayou led the main force of the Yongqing detachment to rescue the friendly army from fire and water.

Everyone did their best, and although they hated each other from their own standpoints, in the eyes of their respective compatriots, they were all unsung heroes who sacrificed their lives for the future of the motherland and the people.

The small Japanese puppet army in each department, plus the anti-Japanese armed forces in each department, all the numbers added up to nearly 10,000 people.

At any time, the life-and-death confrontation of nearly 10,000 people can definitely be regarded as a big war, but now, they are just fighting in this reckless Niushou Mountain Range, rushing, and obscure.

stirred up the life-and-death battle in the entire Niushou Mountain Range, but it failed to attract enough attention from the outside world, but they were equally tragic.

"Brothers, rush out......"

In the dark night, Yin Weifeng roared heartbreakingly, and took the lead in rushing to the Japanese army's blocking position with a bayonet, and behind him were Ren Haifang and Zhu Junhao, as well as many members of the Pingshui detachment.

They didn't shoot, and the nearly three days of encirclement and interception not only left their 1,500-strong team with less than 700 people, but also many of them were wounded, and made them exhausted to the point of almost collapsing, and what was even more terrifying was that their ammunition was about to run out, and the next step was only to be trapped alive.

But they didn't give up, those instructors' countless political propaganda, countless times about the regiment's bloody and tearful heroic deeds in the battle, have long made them look at death as home, so that they will not give up at any time, and will definitely fight until the last moment, until the last drop of blood is shed!

"Eight Grid Tooth Road, give me a hard beating, consume them, and be ready to retreat at any time......"

In the face of the frantically rushing team members, the Japanese squad leader who was responsible for the blocking task was frightened, roared and ordered to shoot, and at the same time prepared the troops to evacuate.

The Japanese army was afraid, but it was only afraid, and it was by no means so that they were afraid before they frightened.

Their training, as well as the bushido spirit that was armed to the bone and their foolish loyalty to the emperor, also allowed them to reach the point of seeing death as if they were at home.

However, now, the military department has an order, and the main purpose at present is to block the attack layer by layer, weaken the strength of the other side, and put a long line to catch a big fish, and it has not yet reached the point where it must fight to the death.

"Damn the pig, die!"

The Japanese army screamed wow, machine guns, rifles, mortars, and mortarmen launched in unison, and on the road in front of the formation, shrapnel flew horizontally, and bullets whizzed like rain!

Watching the members of the Pingshui detachment rushing in the firelight and then falling, the Japanese army laughed and laughed, and their hearts were full of a sense of accomplishment of conquest.

Ahh......hhh

Yin Weifeng screamed and fell, a bomb exploded next to him, and a deep wound was cut in his chest, and blood flowed profusely.

"Kill ......"

No one noticed him, and the red-eyed soldiers screamed and pounced on him like a flock of frantic hungry tigers.

"Lao Ren, the ...... surnamed Zhu"

Yin Weifeng watched Ren Haifang Zhu Junhao rush past him with blood-red eyes, rolling all over the ground in a hurry, and screamed at the soldiers who rushed up behind: "Come on, come on, help me up, Lao Tzu can still fight......"

He was not reconciled, unwilling to fall like this.

"Almost, withdraw ......"

Seeing that more than 100 members of the detachment had fallen, and the vanguard had almost rushed into the position, the Japanese squad leader laughed cruelly and gave the order to retreat.

"Damn, there's a kind of don't go!"

"Bastard, shameless...... Come back to Lao Tzu! ”

Watching the Japanese army's rapid withdrawal from the position, Zhu Junhao's eyes were about to crack, and the soldiers were even more angry.

Now, they finally feel what kind of mood they have in when they are ambushed by the Japanese army, and they run away after the fight, and the Japanese army can't find anyone if they want to retaliate.

In the past few days, they have been able to fight all the way here, not because the Japanese army really can't stop them, but more because the Japanese army ran away after the fight, and never fought to the death in the real sense.

But in every battle, they would leave behind dozens or hundreds of corpses, looking at those dead comrades, looking at the Japanese soldiers who ran away triumphantly, the soldiers' lungs were about to explode, but there was no way at all.

"The people of China let us go back!"

"Hahaha, the fool only went back, stupid Shina pig ......"

"The way of the soldier, the heart is the first, we are killing the enemy!"

The Japanese laughed and talked happily as they ran, and they found themselves in love with this way of fighting, even though they had to travel lightly and lost the important advantage of artillery support.

But they don't care very much, because their individual combat ability is far from being comparable to the Chinese armed forces, of course, the more important reason is that they have been winning all the time, and they have always been holding the nose of the Pingshui detachment.

"Die!"

At this moment, from the dense forest on the side of the mountain road, an eight-way guerrilla carrying an old gun swooped out and stabbed a Japanese soldier in the stomach who was still laughing wildly!

"Hit!"

In the mountains and forests, there was a chaotic burst of gunfire, the fight was extremely lively, but the fallen Japanese soldiers were very few, the bullets fired by the old guns in their hands, sometimes they would not fly straight at all, and they could hit the Japanese army, which had to rely on the blessing of the Bodhisattva.

As a result, more raged guerrillas chose to rush out of the mountains and forests and engage in white-knuckle battles with this wave of Japanese troops.

Obviously, these guerrillas know what their strengths are, they know that their guns are not as good as those of the little devils, and their marksmanship is not as good as that of the little devils, and even the white-edged bayonets are no match for the little devils.

They know that their lives are cheap, so they are not afraid that Lao Tzu's life is worthless, so they are not afraid of death, and they will fight with Lao Tzu if they have a kind!

This is the way the Eighth Route Guerrillas have been playing as a last resort.

They are not like soldiers, they belong more to the kind of splatters who don't want to die, the kind who dare to play with their lives at any time!