The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

"Let's go!" Seeing that the second platoon leader hadn't left yet, the third company commander roared ferociously.

"I'm going to find reinforcements!"

The second platoon leader glanced at the devil who was chasing him, gritted his teeth, turned around and led the brothers to quickly evacuate towards the distance.

The ghost soldiers of the skeleton special team who caught up almost ran the S-shaped route, and sometimes accelerated and sometimes jumped forward. The third company commander fired a machine gun and failed.

"puff--"

The third company commander's continuous firing also attracted the devil's attention. The bullets whizzed over. Although the broken wall blocked most of it, one still hit the third company commander's arm.

The impact of the short-range bullet almost shattered his arm, and the flesh and bones were carried out as the bullet pierced through. San Lianchang rolled on the ground in pain, blood oozing from his clenched teeth. Come.

The brothers from the two squads who stayed behind to fight also seized obstacles and walls to try to stop the devils who were chasing up and cover the brothers from escaping.

For a while, the gunfire was as dense as raindrops, but the sparse firepower of the brothers was basically helpless against these devils who were good at avoiding and moving, and the devils rushed close in just a few breaths.

"Grenade, blow up these bastards!"

Enduring the severe pain, the third company commander climbed up, unscrewed his only two grenades, and threw them over the broken wall with all his strength.

But almost at the same time when their grenades flew out, the devil's grenades also landed beside them, some of them were still rolling among the rubble.

"Boom!"

In an instant, clusters of red light burst out all over the alley and the broken wall.

Accompanied by the dazzling explosion flash, the ferocious air wave rolled and engulfed a large number of broken stones and bricks, overturning the guerrilla officers and soldiers.

The little devils who rushed forward were also uncomfortable. At least five or six devils were overturned by the raging air waves, and the blood mist churned. They fell down in the ruins, struggling and crying.

And the third company commander was overturned several times, and fell heavily into the ruins. He felt as if his whole body was about to fall apart, and the severe pain swallowed his consciousness.

His eyes didn't know whether they were covered with dust or splashed, and his vision was dark. He wanted to struggle, but he had no strength left.

There were footsteps coming quickly. After all, he soon felt a chill in his stomach, and a bayonet pierced him. He gasped heavily, feeling that his strength was rapidly draining.

Like a fish out of water, he opened his mouth wide and breathed hard, but what he breathed was the strong smell of gunpowder smoke. The cold bayonet entered his body again, and his consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.

The third company commander and the brothers in the two squads all died heroically, but they also won a chance of survival for the brothers who were still alive.

The devil's Shaozuo Makino Kanan came out of the darkness with a livid face. He looked at the dead body on the ground, and his cold face did not change at all.

The devils from the Skeleton Special Forces still wanted to pursue them, but Makino Kanan made a stop gesture, and the devil soldiers stopped still.

Crossing the street ahead is the battle zone. The two sides are not only shooting with rifles, but also using grenades and mortars. Balls of fire are exploding, and the fight is fierce.

The current attack has already caused his skeleton special team to lose a lot of people, and he is not willing to lose manpower in vain.

"withdraw!"

Makino Kanan waved his hand, and the nimble devil soldiers quickly turned around and sank into the darkness without the slightest sloppiness. They came and went quickly, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

On the other side, the half-company brothers who had escaped were also scrambling as if they had lost their souls, and were picked up by the brothers of the second battalion.

"what happened?!"

Wu Changqing, the second battalion commander, saw that his brothers had fled back scrambling and scrambling, and suddenly became furious in that distressed appearance. He strode forward, grabbed the disgraced second platoon leader who was looking back from time to time, and stared at him. He asked loudly with his eyes closed.

The second platoon leader was scared out of his wits, and only then came to his senses after being stared at by Wu Changqing and yelling.

"Battalion Commander, Battalion Commander, we have encountered a powerful little devil, we can't beat it..."

The second platoon leader thought of those brothers who died under the guns of the little devils, and a tough man had tears in his eyes.

"Where's your company commander?" Hearing what the second platoon leader said, Wu Changqing's face suddenly sank, and he asked.

Wu Changqing's reminder reminded the second platoon leader that their company commander was still in the back to stop them, so he hurriedly stretched out his sleeves to wipe away the tears pouring out of his eyes, grabbed Wu Changqing and said eagerly: "The company commander and the others are still in the back to stop the devils, Battalion commander, please save our company commander."

"Yi Lian, the guard platoon will follow me!" Wu Changqing didn't say much, he pulled out the pistol at his waist, and rushed over with his brothers in a hurry.

It's a pity that they were still one step too late. Except for the warm blood of the brothers who died in battle, not a single devil was left.

Yang Ling, who was directing from the front, was shocked when he heard that the second battalion had suffered such a heavy loss, and hurried over to inquire about the situation.

Text 9 Chapter Twelve Narrow Enemy Road

"What, wearing a skull logo!"

When Yang Ling heard the description of how these defeated guerrilla officers and soldiers encountered this powerful enemy, an uncontrollable murderous look immediately enveloped his stern face.

When they were in Huaiyin, they fought against this group of devil special elite troops wearing the skull logo, and their good brother Wang Huzi was killed in that fight.

"Fucking hell, there's nowhere to find them. Last time I let them slip away. This time I will personally kill them to pay homage to the sacrificed brother Wang." Staff officer Lei Xiong also growled with red eyes.

The Devils and Skeletons special team are all elites and powerful, but they arouse the blood in the bones of the brothers. They hold the rifles in their hands tightly, with a murderous aura.

"Brothers of the third company, pick up guns for me if you have the guts! Come with me to destroy this group of little devils, and avenge this revenge for your company commander and brothers who died in battle!"

The brothers of the third guerrilla company and the little devils were about to collapse at the first touch, and fled back in a panic. Wu Changqing, the commander of the second battalion, raised the [-] rifles that were pressing down on him, and roared to go back to the place.

The brothers of the third guerrilla company are all Chinese men of blood. They were too careless to be beaten to shame by the devils. At this moment, they all stood up with red eyes.

"Captain Wu, this group of little devils is an elite group of devil veterans. They are fierce and powerful, and they can't act on their own will." Yang Ling stood in front of Wu Changqing, preventing him from taking someone to take revenge now.

Wu Changqing's eyes were full of red: "Mr. Yang, no matter how strong they are, they still have two shoulders and one head. Even if I die, I will pull a back! Out of this anger!"

"Wang Huzi has been with me for a few years. He has followed me since the Songhu battlefield. Many bullets, bullets, corpses, and seas of blood rushed over, but he died at the hands of these devils. Do you think I don't want revenge?!" Yang Ling said There was also anger in the voice: "In my dreams, I want to kill them!"

Yang Ling turned around and pointed at the brothers who were blackened by the gunpowder, and said loudly, "I'm not afraid of death! These brothers entrust their lives to us! We can't let them die in vain! We Chinese soldiers, even if they die You have to die bravely, and die worthwhile!"

Seeing the sparkle in Yang Ling's eyes, Wu Changqing, who was furious, calmed down with his face tense. He turned around and squatted in the corner of the wall, holding his head in anger, and fell silent. There was a faint sob.

His brothers were shot and killed one by one by the devils, but he couldn't avenge them immediately. The resentment and anger accumulated in his heart made Wu Changqing feel like a stone was pressed in his heart.

"Brothers from Sanlian withdrew to the back to rest and bandage their wounds." Seeing that Wu Changqing had stopped talking, Yang Ling turned his head and issued an order.

"Sir, we are not tired! We want to kill devils for revenge!"

These disgraced officers and soldiers were covered in blood, and they were unwilling to retreat to the back.

Yang Ling's complexion darkened: "You can fight devils well by recharging your energy and recharging your energy. Now I order you to retreat to the back to rest!"

Most of the three consecutive losses were lost. Now that the brothers had just escaped from the devil's gun, Yang Ling also hoped to give them some time to recover their physical strength and combat effectiveness.

These brothers quickly glanced unwillingly at the fiercely fought neighborhood in front of them, and retreated to the rest area behind under the leadership of the only remaining platoon leader.

"Sir, what about the ghost soldiers wearing skeletons?" Staff Lei Xiong asked Yang Ling in a low voice when he saw that everyone had been dismissed by Yang Ling and had returned to their battle positions.