Looking at the dozen or so people from the second company who gathered around, Tang Cheng, who was in charge of the night attack, wanted to cry without tears, and hurriedly glanced at Lao Northeast, Tang Cheng quickly stepped into the cab of a car to start the truck. Reversing and turning, Tang Cheng in the cab drove with one hand, stretched out the window with the other hand and slapped the car door hard, still shouting in his mouth to let Lao Dongbei and them get in the car and retreat.

A cannonball came out of nowhere, barely giving the old northeast time to dodge. Fortunately, the power of the mortar shell was also relatively limited, and the shell exploded on the mud ground in front of it with a bang, and the mud splashed up instantly swept on Lao Dongbei's face, like a vicious slap that immediately knocked Lao Dongbei to the ground. Lao Dongbei was stunned, and after a while, his head was clear again, and his thoughts turned even faster, and then he picked up the MZ42 that fell at his feet and picked it up and climbed into the carriage, and beckoned those people from the second company to get on the car.

Interfered by the shell, Tang Cheng in the cab moved the steering wheel, and the truck turned slightly outward, with the belief of survival, Tang Cheng stepped on the accelerator without hesitation. Even if the bullets whizzed past his ears, and the roars of the enemy soldiers sounded close at hand, he did not delay even half a second. At this moment, Lao Dongbei, who had climbed into the back compartment of the truck, was picking up and firing fiercely with the MZ42, and it obviously played a certain role in suppressing the Japanese pursuers in a short period of time.

With a crisp sound, a bullet fired by the Japanese army penetrated the door of the cab, and a piercing pain suddenly came from his left leg, and Tang Cheng, who was in pain, almost cried out. Needless to say, he was shot and injured in his left leg, biting his lip, Tang Cheng, who couldn't spare time to care about this, looked ahead, increased the throttle and increased the speed of the truck to rush towards the outside of the camp. The machine guns in the carriage stopped and rang out again, this is already the last bullet chain in the old northeast, even the barrel is also the last one, if Tang Cheng can't kill the camp before the machine gun bullets are exhausted, they will all have to be left here.

With the screeching sound of the brakes, the truck came to a sudden stop, and under the drive of inertia, the soldiers in the carriage did not have time to reach out for support, and their bodies slammed to the left on the hard compartment board. Lao Dongbei, who was shooting out of the carriage with a machine gun, fell the worst, not only was he hit his elbow, but the MZ42 machine gun smashed into his chest even harder, and Lao Dongbei almost lost his breath. The remaining Japanese soldiers in the camp were besieging this side, and stopping at this time would only make him a target for the Japanese army, but Tang Cheng had to stop, and he had a reason to stop.

On the left side of the truck's route, there were a few soldiers of the second company who had fallen behind and were chasing the truck that wanted to break through the Japanese camp, although he knew that stopping on the road would make himself and the other soldiers in the car a live target for the enemy's guns, but in order to allow more of his own soldiers to evacuate, Tang Cheng did not feel that there was anything wrong with his risky behavior. Tang Cheng also knew that Lu Dao made such an extremely risky move when retreating, which really shouldn't be the rational act of a battlefield commander, but Xie Bo and Liu Goat never taught their soldiers to die and not save them.

After the car stopped, several more soldiers climbed into the carriage in just a few seconds, and they were all walking into the carriage, except for Lao Dongbei, who had been relieved, and moved backwards outward against the edge of the carriage. The MZ42 machine gun still had more than half of the bullet chain left, and Lao Dongbei picked up the machine gun again, and glanced out with a cold gaze, ready to shoot as soon as he saw the Japanese soldiers approaching. There were still heavy gunfire in other parts of the camp, and the soldiers of the second company who stormed the enemy camp were also disrupted, and when they were scrambling to evacuate from Tangcheng, there were also soldiers of the second company scattered in the camp and the Japanese soldiers engaged in fierce fighting.

"Throw grenades, throw grenades." It was too late to take everyone with them, and the truck re-accelerated and eventually rushed out of the Japanese camp, only before they could withdraw from the camp, the soldiers in the car threw almost all the grenades on their bodies. The trucks sped along the field, and the Japanese camp behind them was blazing with flames and thick smoke, and the sparse sound of gunfire and sporadic explosions was still clearly heard. Sitting near the back of the car, Lao Dongbei's brain was blank, and he was still thinking about the scene when Niu Laogui was engulfed in bullets.

Turning his head and looking back, there were still 12 people in the bumpy truck compartment, 30 people rushed to the camp, and now there are only 12 people left, plus the Tang Cheng who drove is not enough for a squad. After sitting in despair for a while, Lao Dongbei finally remembered the cigarette in his pocket, took it out and took one in his mouth, although the soldiers next to him did not cast their eyes on him, but Lao Dongbei still consciously shared the only half of the pack of cigarettes with his partners who were born and died together.

The cigarette did not return to Lao Dongbei in the end, which made him feel better in his heart, and silently closed his eyes, reality is reality after all, a cigarette has not been smoked halfway, and the flares that bloom in the air and the vision that is lit up in an instant are reminding Lao Northeast that they are far from escaping. In order to avoid the possible shells from the Japanese army, Tang Cheng did not turn on the headlights of the car, and the flares that suddenly rose into the air shocked Tang Cheng in the cab.

The shells fired from the direction of the Japanese camp immediately whistled and fell, and although the first few rounds were not threatening, it at least indicated that the Japanese troops who had rushed to the rescue had begun to fight back strongly. The explosions in the Japanese barracks were almost continuous, and Liu Shishi, who was huddled in the cab, could not be sure how many Japanese trucks he had blown up, and if the Japanese soldiers in the camp also drove after him, Tang Cheng did not know if he could escape the pursuit of the Japanese army.

The flares provided guidance for the Japanese artillery fire, but they also illuminated the otherwise dark field, allowing the trucks to speed up with their lights off. The oncoming air violently shook the tarpaulin of the carriage, and the dark field retreated rapidly under the wheels. With his own lack of driving experience, Tang Cheng estimated that the speed of this truck had reached fifty yards per hour, and for the sake of the surviving brothers in the carriage, Tang Cheng completely ignored the unevenness of the field, and only focused on the ahead, hoping to drive the truck into the air.

The shells sometimes fell in front of the truck, sometimes screaming and falling behind the car, and occasionally one or two pieces of shrapnel hit the tarpaulin and made a "whirl" sound, which immediately made the soldiers in the carriage panic. The ensuing huge explosion shook people's eardrums, probably a shell fell on the field ahead, Tang Cheng manipulated the steering wheel to make the truck turn sharply, under the action of strong inertia, the inclined body almost rolled over on its side, and the soldiers in the carriage almost rolled into a heap.

Finally got over this, the violent bumps and the successive turns that followed made the old Northeast feel like they had fallen into a threshing machine, and after a while, the truck finally made a big turn and stopped at the edge of a woodland. "Get out of the car, get out of the car." Liu Shishi, who jumped out of the cab, ran to the back of the carriage and slapped the carriage board hard, and the soldiers of the second company, who were already in a daze, didn't know what they meant, but just jumped out of the carriage according to Liu Shishi's shout.

"You go into the forest and hide, 2 I will go with the company commander to lure away the little devils, the company commander said that you can go to Macheng or return to the front line at will, and the old northeast will take over and command you." Compared with the stunned eyes of those ordinary soldiers, Liu Shishi's rapid roar and climb into the carriage made Lao Dongbei have an epiphany. Tang Cheng should be planning to lead away the Japanese army by himself, Liu Shishi is a fake holy decree and wants to follow Tang Cheng to go to danger, without waiting for Liu Shishi to react, Lao Dongbei reached out and climbed the back box board and climbed into the carriage.

In order to lure away the Japanese army and let the brothers in the hidden forest survive, Tang Cheng drove the truck around the woods and appeared in the field, and the shells fell around the truck one after another. The bright yellow flames revealed a hideous color from the gaps in the black smoke and mud, and the muddy and sand that splashed and scattered reminded Tang Cheng of his childhood prank of hitting rice paddies with stones, such artillery fire looked fierce, and as long as the shells did not fall within ten meters, they would not pose a mortal threat to the truck.

Tang Cheng, who was on the road again and moving at full speed, only looked ahead, Tang Cheng in the cab did not know that Liu Shi and Lao Dongbei were in the carriage, and when he was engrossed in staring ahead, there was a sudden chaotic movement in the carriage, he quickly turned his head, and the faces of Liu Shi and Lao Northeast appeared on the small window connected to the carriage behind him. "What the fuck are you doing here? Didn't Lao Tzu run for his life? Before Liu Shishi could speak, Tang Cheng in the cab was already full of scolding. Ignoring Tang Cheng's hysteria, Old Northeast clung to the frame iron bars in the carriage so that he would not be thrown on the carriage board when the truck turned.

Tang Cheng drove the truck to the left and right in the field, slowly diverting the attention of the Japanese army away from the direction of the forest, and gradually, Tang Cheng himself could not figure out the direction, and now he could only silently read God in the field like a headless fly. The serpentine truck all the way in the field made it difficult for the Japanese artillery fire to play its expected role, but Tang Cheng drove the truck a short distance and stopped, and a not too narrow river appeared in front of it, and the truck obviously couldn't drive away.

Two more flares rose into the air, the truck parked on the edge of the river was exposed to the cold light of the flares, and the remnants of the second company hidden in the forest heard a scream different from the mortar shell breaking through the air after a few seconds, and then after the continuous explosion, a dazzling ball of fire was seen rising in the night sky with the explosion. The remnants of the soldiers hidden in the forest all lowered their heads, they all knew what they had found, the fireball just now was obviously not from a shell, it must have been the truck driven by the company commander Tang Cheng who was hit by a Japanese shell and exploded.