This is a life-and-death battle, the puppet army relied on the courage of the outbreak and the advantage of numbers, desperately impacting the position of the Eighth Route Army, and the Eighth Route Army, with better tactical literacy and the same high fighting spirit, insisted to the death.

People were constantly being shot and falling, and people were constantly being blown to pieces by exploding grenades, and their flesh and blood were flying......

"Battalion commander, the left position has been broken through by the puppet army!"

"Political commissar, the right-wing position is lost, we can't stand it anymore......"

One after another bad news came, the positions of the Eighth Route Army were sharply compressed, and the remaining soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were fighting to the death with groups of puppet troops in the trenches and in every part of the position!

Not far away, Han Xiaolei was leading a battalion of troops, hurrying towards this side, and the gunshots exclusive to the Eighth Route Army had already attracted them - the gunshots of the Eighth Route Army, in his ears, sounded so obvious, because almost only the Eighth Route Army and the bandit team could have so many different models of guns, and when they shot together, it was like playing a symphony mixed with various musical instruments.

"Regiment commander, the team with friendly troops in front is surrounded by a large number of puppet troops, and there is a possibility that the whole army will be wiped out at any time!"

A scout came back and reported anxiously: "Look at the number, it looks like a thundering army, the puppet army and the devil's attack is very fierce, it seems that the casualties are very large, and they are about to be unable to hold on!" ”

"Damn the second devil actually dares to beat our Eighth Route Army, it's just looking for death!"

Han Xiaolei was immediately furious, and roared: "All ready, rush up with me to support the brother troops, and let these dogs and traitors see the power of our Eighth Route Army!" ”

Although the thunder madman hid himself to save Lu Yuan, but now that the other party was besieged by the puppet army, he still jumped up at the first time and immediately gave the order to attack!

Since its birth, the Red Army has almost always been in a situation of passive development, not only weak, but also has been facing the war of encirclement and suppression, so they are extraordinarily united, but whenever they encounter friendly forces surrounded by the enemy, as long as they can be saved, they will definitely go to the rescue immediately without reservation!

"Brothers, follow me!"

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army roared wildly, carrying all kinds of guns and rushing towards the direction of the dense gunfire, like hungry wolves.

"Qianyu, don't go over there!"

Han Xiaolei yelled, grabbed Qiu Qianyu, who was more than two meters tall and stood like a humanoid tank when he was charging like an iron tower, and roared towards the position like a humanoid tank, and whispered: "You have been to Lingqiu and know the way, now immediately lead twenty people to Lingqiu to save Lu Yuan-remember, you must be rescued, understand?" ”

“…… All right! ”

Qiu Qianyu reluctantly looked at the brothers who were born and died with him and rushed to the position, obviously he preferred to rush to the enemy with everyone and fight to the death, but he finally nodded, because he also knew that it was more important to rescue the long way than to kill a few more puppet soldiers here.

Under his leadership, more than 20 warriors rushed in the direction of Lingqiu like crazy!

"Get on the bayonet!"

"On the bayonet, ah......hh

Thousands of puppet soldiers were shouting frantically, loading their rifles with bayonets in the midst of the mad rush, and the forest of sharp bayonets shone with a bloodthirsty cold light.

In the trenches of the Eighth Route Army, in the position, Liu Minghui, the battalion commander and other officers were also screaming, and the soldiers loaded their bayonets one after another, and then shouted loudly, screaming and raising their guns and rushing out of the trenches, and rushed in the direction of the puppet army.

Both sides were rushing, and the dense bayonets bulged forward fiercely, like the head of the tide rushing in the opposite direction, and they slammed together, and at that moment, the screams of killing and the fierce collision of the bayonets reached their climax in an instant, as if even the air was about to burst with this roar!

The bayonet stabbed into the waist and abdomen, cut the belly, smashed the bones with the butt of the gun, and screamed in a muffled manner!

The battle entered the most tragic level in an instant, no one retreated, whether it was the side of the Eighth Route Army with a small number of people or the side with an absolute advantage in numbers, they were all desperately moving forward, trying to run over the opponent's body!

"Kill, kill!"

Zhou Biao was also in the midst of the charging puppet army, roaring, his eyes blood-red like a beast.

All the puppet soldiers are fighting with him as the center, and every roar he makes seems to be able to bring endless energy and courage to those puppet soldiers, and he uses his roar to tell these puppet soldiers that he is with them, and he wants to live and die together!

"Resist, resist!"

Liu Minghui is also yelling, cheering for the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army around him, although the soldiers are desperate and brave enough, but in the face of the puppet army that is also desperate, the puppet army that has the absolute upper hand in numbers has inevitably occupied an absolute advantage!

With a large group of soldiers in close proximity, individual bravery could not be brought into play, and with the same tenacity and strong will to fight, the side with the largest number was destined to have a great advantage.

The number of the Eighth Route Army is rapidly decreasing, and people are constantly falling, if nothing else, at most, in half an hour, they will all be turned into a corpse lying on the ground.

"This Zhou Biao, I really have some ability to use soldiers, but unfortunately, if the best general can't be completely used by me, then I have to give up ......"

Koizumi Saburo sighed, looking at Zhou Biao, who was charging with the soldiers for a white-knuckle battle, he actually felt a little love for talent in his heart, but it was only for a moment, and then he waved his hand at the one or two hundred Japanese soldiers behind him who were already in strict formation, and shouted: "Give it to me, crush them, and then march to Lingqiu and capture Lu Yuan!" ”

"Kill......"

More than 200 Japanese soldiers had been watching this bloody and fierce battle, and they had already felt that the blood on their bodies was going to burn with this battle.

The Eighth Route Army was on the verge of collapse, and the role of these Japanese troops was the last straw that crushed the other side.

"Brothers, hold on, if we hold on for one more minute, Lingqiu will have a little more chance!"

Liu Minghui was yelling, he no longer mentioned reinforcements, he just wanted his team to last a little longer, one more second is a second.

"Fight with these devils and traitors!"

"Brothers, kill one is enough, kill two and earn one, stop ......"

In fact, there is no need for his reminder, the soldiers are also desperately persevering, faith, giving them the strength to fight death, although it seems that their lives have reached a desperate situation, but their spirit will never be exhausted.

"Damn, dare to kill our brothers, Lao Tzu will fight with you!"

"Hack these bastards to death!"

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of dense footsteps like wolves rushing in the direction behind him, and five or six hundred soldiers of the Eighth Route Army rushed over under the leadership of Han Xiaolei, like steel knives, into the puppet army devil team that surrounded Liu Minghui and others, who only had more than a hundred people left.