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

"Quick, enter the village!"

A large group of blacksmiths ran panting, and soon saw a small village with only dozens of tile-roofed houses in front of them. The blacksmith waved his hand and led the people towards the village.

Although there are dense rivers and water networks in Baoying, most of the places are unobstructed and flat areas. On such a battlefield, it can be said that the guerrillas do not have the slightest advantage when they are chased and beaten by superior little devils.

This is also the reason why the brothers of the guerrillas have always had difficulty getting rid of the siege of the little devils, because the devils have a wide field of vision, no matter which direction the guerrillas are running, they can know.

Besides, the little devils have deployed heavy troops in this area. There are several infantry brigades. It can be said that important bridges and strongholds have been controlled by them.

As long as the guerrillas are determined to run in that direction, the devils can call the troops in front to intercept them. Under such siege and interception, the guerrillas are indeed like trapped animals, and it is always difficult to break out of this cage.

A battalion commander, blacksmith, was out of breath and led a group of scattered brothers into the village. A few hundred meters behind them, the brothers covering the rear were also chased by the little devil's bullets. Came over here.

"Quick, machine gun, cover brother!"

A battalion commander, a blacksmith, was covered in dark gray with sweat and smoke. He didn't care to catch his breath, so he ordered his brothers to build cover immediately.

Compared with the shelter positions established on the empty plains relying on those shallow ditches and field ridges, the houses in this village can be said to have finally allowed the brothers to find a decent shelter.

With the help of several brothers, the machine gunner quickly climbed to the roof and set up the machine gun, and all the brothers with rifles leaned on the walls and windows to push the rifles out.

They all pressed the few remaining bullets into the magazine, and then panted heavily, watching the brothers in the rear being chased by the devils.

"God leftover! Take a few brothers to the village, and let the common people hide at home and don't come out. Bullets don't have eyes!"

A battalion commander, a blacksmith, leaned against a broken wall and glanced at the retreating brothers, anticipating that the battle was about to start, he shouted behind him.

"Yes!" The adjutant named Gou Sheng grabbed his pistol, stood up from his hiding place, ordered a few brothers and headed towards the village.

"Go to the second row and the two shifts to the other side to deploy defenses. Let's stick to it until dark and then break through!"

The blacksmith and the others have been fighting the little devil for a day, and their physical strength is very exhausted. Now they can't run anymore. Instead of being wiped out in the empty field, it's better to rely on the village to persist until dark, and then think of a way.

Just as the blacksmith and the others were tensely deploying defenses in the village, dozens of brothers in the rear retreated desperately towards the village.

"Puff puff!"

A large number of devils were chasing after them, and the bullets whizzed and flew, making the soil behind them splash. From time to time, stray bullets flew into the crowd and pierced their bodies, splashing blood mist, and some brothers fell to the ground.

"Quick, run fast!"

Looking at these brothers who were chased and beaten by the devil's bullets, the brothers who had already entered the village and gasped for breath had their hearts raised in their throats.

Text 170 Chapter [-]: Guarding an isolated village

The ghost soldiers had long since lost the vigor they had when they set off from Gaoyou, and they were exhausted from repeated battles, exhausting their mental and physical strength.

Especially to encircle and suppress the guerrillas in this rural area, almost every day they fought in the mud and water and fought with the guerrillas.

Now these devils have become a little numb, and even the shouts of killing have become weak. They are chasing the guerrillas almost mechanically.

The guerrillas were caught in the siege and interception of the little devils. The situation was not good, and the situation of the little devils was not much better.

Because the road from Gaoyou to Baoying was cut off, although the devils temporarily dispatched some ships to transport weapons and ammunition from the canal to Baoying to support the battle.

However, in order to maintain a strong firepower advantage, the devil's ammunition replenishment could not keep up with the speed of consumption. Now the ammunition in the hands of the devil soldiers is almost full, but the replenishment has not yet been delivered.

Fortunately, as the encirclement shrinks, the guerrillas who are rushing left and right have been compressed into a small area by them, and it is only a matter of time before they are wiped out.

Looking at the guerrilla officers and soldiers running ahead, the devil soldiers looked like hungry wolves with green eyes. Although they were exhausted, they still howled and chased them one by one, raising their guns and shooting from time to time.

Although these guerrilla brothers covering the back of the palace still carried guns in their hands, they had no bullets, so they could only run towards the village panting heavily, letting the bullets whiz past their ears.

Some brothers were shot through by bullets while running, and blood spattered. Under the action of running inertia, they would often run a few steps forward before rolling to the ground.

Although the surviving brothers were mud bodhisattvas who crossed the river, they couldn't protect themselves, but when they saw their brothers were shot and fell to the ground, they didn't have time to stop to bandage their wounds, so they could only run with the two of them on their backs, or someone ran with them on their backs. .

Although the brothers knew that this would slow down their running speed and be overtaken by little devils, they did not want to abandon their brothers.

"Let me down, let me down... you run..."

The brother who was shot was jolted and ran on his back. He knew that this would put the brothers in danger, and he tried his best to let the brothers put him down and escape alive.

"Don't talk nonsense, how can we throw our brother to the devil!"

Under the hail of bullets from the devils, these surviving brothers dragged the shot brothers one by one to the village.

"Block the shooting, block the little devil!"

The blacksmiths who retreated to the village first saw that the devil had already run into their range, and the blacksmith hurriedly ordered the brothers to cover and shoot.

"Da-da-da! Da-da-da!"

The machine gunners placed on the roof fired steady short shots, and the scorching bullets carried the breath of death over the heads of the retreating brothers, flying towards the devils.

"Pfft!"

Clouds of blood burst out from the chest of the most ferocious devil with a bayonet in his hand, and he fell to the ground trembling all over.

The brothers with rifles in their hands also fired one after another. They aimed at the little devils who were chasing up and pulled the triggers.

The devil soldiers fell down in all kinds of strange postures, and the devils behind did not dare to push them too hard. They all did standard tactical moves to evade, and squatted back to fight back.

In the blink of an eye when the bullet stopped the devil, the brothers in the rear also rushed into the village. They were all exhausted and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

The sound of gunfire became intense, and the devil desperately wanted to rush into the village, but the brothers relying on the wall tried their best to stop them, causing smoke and dust to fly from the wall.

Now the brothers have some debris and walls in the village as shelters, but the little devil is unobstructed in the fields outside the village, which makes the little devil very disadvantaged.

Although the little devil attacked ferociously for a while, under the command of the blacksmith, the brothers resisted tenaciously, and the devil finally dropped dozens of corpses and temporarily exited the shooting range.

"Stop shooting!"

Seeing that the little devil had retreated, the blacksmith ordered the brothers to cease fire. After all, ammunition was limited, so they had to save it.

"Pay attention to the anti-gun, and the observation post is on the roof."

With the order of the blacksmith, the brothers who were leaning on the wall and shooting at the devils evacuated from their original battle positions one after another, looking for some solid places to avoid the devils' shelling.

The two observation sentries with the captured Cao Changjing hanging around their necks quickly climbed up to the roof and got down on the roof, holding up Cao Changjing to observe the devil's movements.

"Shhhh-"

The devil's attack failed, and the shells smashed right after.

"Boom! Boom!"

The devil's shell landed on the side of the courtyard wall, and in the smoke of the explosion, the wind-swept courtyard wall collapsed with a rumbling sound.