It is early in the summer when Jizhong is bright.

Before five o'clock, the sky in the east turned white.

Ten thousand thin artillery teams dropped their bicycle mortars and took the soldiers who had finally taught them how to understand the background of shelling, and went north without hesitation.

The correspondent has gone to the back to report the message to the girl. It will take at least half an hour to come with the team that left the wounded. It will take at least half an hour, and it will take too long to get up.

Hu Yi put away his pocket watch and just glanced at the dial. The severe pain from his eyes made him want to vomit.

Try to exhale the turbid air in your chest that has been suppressed.

A large number of Japanese soldiers who were beaten behind had cars and had to leave the Japanese before dawn. Otherwise, after dawn, the Ninth Battalion, which had the majority of wounded soldiers, would be difficult to escape the Japanese's pursuit.

If you cannot know yourself and your enemy on the battlefield, it is best to choose to hide or transfer silently.

There are so many wounded people ahead.

In Hu Yi's eyes, as long as he enters the Ninth Camp, he will be considered a person from the Ninth Camp.

It’s the same as Hu Zi’s slut, even if it’s a militia, it’s considered a soldier from the Ninth Camp if it’s a militia.

So far, there is no one who has voluntarily chosen to leave after entering the Ninth Camp... The half-immortal who was once broken up and Ma Liang, who studied in the Anti-Japanese University, has been exceptional...

Anyway...the Ninth Camp has never paid a dime of severance.

If he was fighting the Japanese, he would not care about casualties, but he would give up and watch the wounded die, but he would not be able to do it.

He knew very well what the soldiers of the Ninth Camp had.

I heard the sound of gunfire explosions in the north, most of the gunfire sounds came from the mullet guns, and occasionally there were 38 large covers.

The explosion was not as good as the Japanese grenade, and it was immediately determined that it should not be the Japanese.

Since it is most likely that it is not a Japanese, the main ones operating in this area are traitors in the detective team, as well as military guerrillas and those bandits who are not afraid of the world.

There is a possibility of military guerrillas, but it is not very good.

Even if the soldiers under his command were injured, half of the minor wounded people in the 100 or 200 numbers were not the targets that the traitors in the Investigation Team dared to covet.

The biggest possibility is bandits, so it is not difficult to push them over.

Time is too tight and there is no second choice. Hu Yi no longer hesitates and immediately ordered: "The mule takes a squad into the green gauze tent and walks to the right wing. Everyone is going to bike along the main road, catching up with tens of thousands of thin ones, and set off immediately!"

Hu Yi did not know the specific location of the wounded village.

The nearby gunfire completely covered up the movement of the defense battle of the wounded village several miles away to the north.

The gunfire of a section of the road between the sorghum was as dense as rainstorm.

A wounded platoon who came out of the village to pick up several of them were blown up by bandit grenades.

Another grenade was dropped into the injured position, and three or four more were reduced on the spot.

Under the command of the platoon leader, the remaining dozen wounded people had to fight back alternately in order to save a small amount of bullets.

The wounded only brought two 38-four-caps and fired alternately, and actually pushed the attacking bandits to the edge of sorghum on both sides of more than 20 outer roads.

The Three Eight Great Cover is the standard configuration of the Imperial Army. For the bandits, every gunshot is a death-demanding talisman.

There was a green gauze tent next to the road. Even though there was no movement, the wounded still crawled and rolled into the green gauze tent under the order of the platoon leader.

As for entering the dense green gauze tent, you can only become a turtle in the enemy's jar, there is no way.

Wan Zhangxi led the team and ran nearly a mile northward. When he was about to approach both sides of the fire, several bullets flew over from the front.

The soldier who was the leader of the vanguard was shot, rolled over twice on the ground and then hurriedly got up: "It hurts so much..."

From time to time, broken bullets flew from the north.

Ten thousand hands immediately ordered a frontal assault to encircle both wings...

The team following him quickly divided into three, and one squad on both sides directly drilled into the green gauze tent.

The remaining squad leader squeezed away the tens of thousands of light machine guns carrying the crooked light machine gun and ran forward.

Ten thousand pieces of fine hands don’t have much experience in grassroots command.

After following the Ninth Camp for so long, I had never eaten pork or saw pigs running. I grabbed the rash squad leader and shouted loudly that I should hide on the spot and first send someone to identify the enemy and me before preparing to catch the fire.

When the first blurred figure appeared on the southern road, the bandits pretending to be villagers were discovered.

This guy might have been stuck in the door, but he even ran over and shouted loudly: "Hey, is it Lao Liu? Why are you here?"

In the perception of the bandits, the one who is here now should be the brother who pretended to be a villager in front to eliminate the sentries along the eighth route along the way!

Twist...

Ten thousand thin machines lying on the ground immediately fired.

It's that simple to identify ourselves.

No matter who you are, those who don’t shout slogans when meeting will be enemies!

Chief Hu's order is to reinforce, as long as it is either his own or the enemy.

I am used to life and death, and this is a battlefield for life and death.

The first bullet fired the guy who was yelling at the fourth brother to get the same pussy.

The ballistics were then lowered, and they pulled back and forth on the main road, quickly shooting out three continuous fan-shaped strafing surfaces.

On the road between the sorghum before dawn, the stars were dim and black, and the target was basically unobstructed.

Tens of thousands of fine and calmly pressed against the jumping machine guns, keeping the fire continuously.

The crooked machine gun pod is raised and the body has to be raised.

As a medium and short-range fire suppression, light machine guns basically do not need to consider the opponent's counterattack before the gunfire is stopped.

Of course, if there is a opponent who is not afraid of death, he raises his gun and fights back at this time, the possibility of thousands of thin ones being killed by the city is very high.

The light machine gun fired with a high-speed fan-shaped barrage, drilled into the edge of the sorghum on the roadside, interrupted the sorghum pole, tore the sorghum leaves apart, and harvested everything on the path that was swept across.

The bandits who were originally lying on the ground, because of the gunshots, never expected that they would be attacked by a roaring machine gun from behind.

When the bandits heard the sound of crooked men shooting, the bandits were in chaos on the spot.

I have heard the Imperial Army’s crooked shooting on weekdays, and the unique thud sounds are already in my heart. I have been suppressed by fear.

Thirty bullets were drilled among more than 20 bandit soldiers, and their feet were penetrated, and their chrysanthemums were shot, and their legs were damaged...

Accompanied by the sound of light machine guns, the two squads advancing from both wings began to queuing in the dark.

The machine gun had just stopped, and more than ten grenades flew towards the position of continuous screams.

The explosion made the eardrums hurt.

The gunshots began to become thinner.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hu Yi brought the soldiers to the battlefield, and the battle has ended.

Only two bandit soldiers with good skills were quick to move into sorghum in the gap between machine gun ballistics and ran.

Luo Fugui held the machine gun and put his finger on the trigger hole. He took out the waist of the cat from the green gauze tent. Suddenly he heard a shout: "Which part..."

"Is your grandma's ghost? Believe it or not, I will beat you into a sieve..."

"Mule? Hello, Company Commander Luo!" The sentry hurried forward and greeted Luo Fugui with great care.

The road was filled with blood.

The wounded were being held by the soldiers and raised the wrench gun to the heroes in black on the ground.

"Eighth Route Army... Isn't it because I won't kill you..." A bandit soldier was pointed at his head by guns and protested in despair.

Bang...

The mule reached out and grabbed a wounded man who was picking up the bandits and stared at him: "What's going on?"

"People from Cangzhou Road..."

"Cangzhou Road? What's the thing?"

"Green forest hero..."

"A shitty Green Forest hero, isn't grandma a bandit?" Luo Fugui's eyes lit up. Cangzhou Taoism became a trend, and there were many heroes. After the Japanese attacked, many people became bandits. Suddenly, they remembered something and their faces changed: "Where is Boss Hu?"

The wounded soldier raised his hand and pointed north: "Take the wounded soldier village to the north..."

"Oh, I'll go..." Luo Fugui was anxious and shouted to more than ten soldiers under the army who were pulling out the heroes' clothes on the ground: "Don't be busy with that thing, hurry up and follow me..."

After saying that, he spread his bear's legs and ran north.

More than ten minutes later.

The girl was jogging and rushed to the rush with the team.

The main battalion leader followed behind.

Walking past the bloody sorghum land, a wounded soldier who was just interrogating the prisoners was lifting his gun and expelling the bandits who asked and answered whatever they asked.

He stopped quickly and subconsciously stopped: "How can you do the killing of prisoners?"

"Isn't it because I won't kill the gun..." The wounded soldier gave the main battalion commander a blank look.
To be continued...