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

"Let's not go out and take a look."

Wang Dongming and his group climbed over the ruins, calling out the names of the brothers, but there was no response after calling for a long time.

"Sir, shouldn't all the brothers from the third battalion be killed?" Seeing that there was no response after shouting for a while, some brothers had a bad premonition.

Wang Dongming also frowned. Seeing the horrific fighting in the town, even if there were not many living people, he felt very uncomfortable when he thought that a brother Yingdu was gone like this.

"Let's search separately again, as long as there is still one who is panting, he must be rescued—"

Wang Dongming gave orders to the brothers, but he still didn't believe that the brothers in the third battalion were finished.

Wang Dongming and the others groped and shouted in the ruins for a while, while the survivors hidden in the darkness were also observing, and soon determined that the people who came were really friendly troops, not ghosts pretending to be.

"Deputy Battalion Commander Wang, is that you?"

When Wang Dongming and the others were about to give up, a head popped up in a dilapidated dry well and asked.

The sudden sound frightened the brothers so much that they all turned around and pulled the bolts to aim in the direction of the sound.

"I'm Wang Dongming, are you a brother from Sanying?" Wang Dongming rushed over quickly and asked excitedly.

"Deputy Battalion Commander Wang, why did you come here, brothers, the brothers are all dead..."

After being confirmed, the brother in tattered military uniform crawled out, and tears rolled down like beads on a short string.

"We were bombed by devils, so we came too late." Wang Dongming recognized Shen Biao's adjutant, and asked without much explanation, "Brother, where is Battalion Commander Shen?"

"Our battalion commander is injured and is hiding behind."

The brother pointed to a dark courtyard behind and said.

Soon, Wang Dongming found Shen Biao, the commander of the third battalion, who was half-lifeless, and several seriously injured brothers in this dilapidated building with only three walls left.

"Old Shen—"

Seeing Wang Dongming and the others coming, the [-]rd Battalion Commander Shen Biao's disheveled face regained vitality, his hands full of wounds tightly grasped Wang Dongming, and he was a little incoherent with excitement.

"Brother Wang...Brother Wang, I thought you guys weren't coming..."

Shen Biao and his brothers who were in a full battalion went all out without waiting for the main force of the Subei Corps to arrive. Shen Biao thought they were abandoned, but now seeing Wang Dongming and the others coming, tears came out when he thought of the brothers who died in battle.

"Old Shen, we were bombed by devils on the road, and we can no longer go south. We are going to retreat to Baoying. Commander Yang sent you a telegram to tell you to retreat, but you didn't respond, so Commander Yang asked us to come and meet you," Wang Dongming said. explained.

"Our radio station was blown up during the battle, and the people we sent out to contact you haven't come back yet... I would have taken the brothers to retreat if I knew about it. It's a pity that so many brothers sacrificed in vain. I'm sorry brothers." Biao also had a face full of pain in his heart.

In the years of war and chaos, communication was extremely underdeveloped, and many troops could not be gathered together after they were dispersed. Wang Dongming also knew that it was no wonder that Shen Biao was there.

"Old Shen, don't say anything, there are devils everywhere, gather the brothers, we need to move quickly." Wang Dongming also knew that there should be no delay, and reminded.

"Yes, yes, let the brothers transfer."

Shen Biao wiped away his tears, and asked the adjutant to inform the brothers who were ambushing in various places in the ruins to prepare to move.

Soon, all the brothers from the nineteen militia teams and the third battalion that were still alive gathered together again.

"Where are the rest?" Seeing that there were only a dozen or so wounded scattered, Wang Dongming asked.

"Sir, we only have so many brothers." A brother replied in a low voice.

The brothers in one battalion were beaten to the point where there were only a few people left. Wang Dongming felt unspeakably uncomfortable. He held back his tears, waved to the brothers behind and said, "Take the brothers and move!"

"Deputy Battalion Commander Wang, Battalion Commander Shen, Battalion Commander Shen committed suicide." At this moment, Shen Biao's adjutant ran over from behind, shouting with snot and tears.

"what?!"

Wang Dongming was also taken aback, and immediately ran to the back in two steps and three steps. He saw Shen Biao lying on the wooden board and preparing to transfer, surrounded by several brothers, who were hurriedly stopping his bleeding. A bayonet was still covered with blood. wooden board.

"Old Shen, what are you doing!" Seeing that Shen Biao was about to commit suicide, Wang Dongming also jumped in anxiety.

Shen Biao looked weaker due to blood loss, but he forced a smile on his face to the anxious Wang Dongming.

"Wang...Brother Wang, I won't drag you down. I have killed many devils in this life, but in the end I killed so many brothers. I am sorry for the dead brothers...cough cough...you go, Let me accompany the brothers..." Blood froth kept gushing out of Shen Biaodu's mouth, and his voice became weaker and weaker.

"Old Shen, you are confused." Looking at the dying Shen Biao, Wang Dongming was too angry to speak.

Soon, Shen Biao, who had lost too much blood, closed his eyes peacefully, and the brothers around him wept softly.

Text Chapter 330 Attracting Firepower

When the blacksmith led a battalion of brothers to launch a fierce attack on the devils in the east of Jieshou Town in order to attract the devils' attention, they soon fell into danger.

The devil's reaction speed was very fast. When he judged that there was a large group of northern Jiangsu guerrilla troops in the east of Jieshou Town, all the troops quickly surrounded them.

The Devil's Yamazaki Brigade deployed half a squadron to the east of Jieshou Town to take charge of the security mission, but in less than ten minutes, they were beaten to the ground and retreated in embarrassment.

Captain Yamazaki happened to bump into the retreating soldiers when he led reinforcements, and Captain Yamazaki was so angry that Captain Yamazaki cursed.

"Baga! Road! Anyone who retreats without permission will be killed without mercy!"

These defeated ghost soldiers heard the roar of Captain Yamazaki and saw the overwhelming reinforcements of friendly troops. Being chased by the guerrilla troops, they also had evil fire in their hearts, howled and turned to kill the blacksmith and the others.

"Da da da— da da da—"

The guerrilla brothers who were chasing the devils were excited, when suddenly a fiery chain of fire swept out in the field ahead.

"Ah!"

"Hidden! Hidden!"

Faced with the Japanese machine gunner's strafing, the guerrilla brothers who didn't know how deep they were were torn apart as if being blown by the wind, and then fell down in the blood mist.

"Machine gun, the machine gunner hit me hard!"

The third company commander, who was almost decapitated by the bullet, also yelled angrily, and roared at the top of his throat.

Now each platoon in the blacksmith's battalion is equipped with two light machine guns. When they fight together, they are supported by brothers from the machine gun company, and their firepower is no less than that of the little devils.

When they were chasing the devil, they were suddenly killed by the devil with a carbine. The furious brothers immediately set up machine guns and grenades, and shot back at the devil fiercely.

"Kill Gaga!"

The morale of the reinforcements brought by Captain Yamazaki was high, and they did not pay attention to the guerrilla troops on the opposite side, and immediately launched an attack.

The black devils quickly formed an attack formation in the field, and began their onslaught under the cover of side-firing machine gun fire.

"Whoa!"

Flares continued to rise into the sky, and the dark night sky was illuminated by the little devils like daytime. Under the pale light, a large area of ​​cold steel helmets swept towards the guerrillas like a tide.