Su Yan and the others thought they could not escape the clutches of the Japanese, but at this critical moment, something unexpected happened to their ears.
Before they could react, all the Japanese soldiers who rushed towards them with their teeth and claws bared had already fallen into a pool of blood. Those who were still alive were still struggling and fluttering, and it seemed that they would not survive.
Su Yan turned around and looked around. In the smoke, a group of guerrilla officers and soldiers covered in gray dust and blood were rushing over quickly. The leader was Yang Ling, the commander of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps whom she had met in Jieshou.
Yang Ling also noticed Su Yan, who had short black hair and a dusty face with traces of tears still remaining on her face. Her big eyes were looking at her, revealing the surprise of surviving a desperate situation.
Yang Ling only glanced at Su Yan, and there was no time to reminisce about the past. He quickly turned his attention to the male reporter who was shot in the leg.
"Medical soldiers, medical soldiers, bandage this gentleman, leave a squad to treat the injured people, and escort them out of the city! The rest of them follow me."
After shouting behind him, he quickly led his brothers past Su Yan and the others and pounced on the Japanese who were shot and flopping on the ground.
Seeing Yang Ling leaping over her and rushing toward the Japanese, Su Yan came to her senses and turned to look. Yang Ling, who had just rescued her, was giving a cold order: "Kill no one alive!"
"Huh! Huh!"
The sharp bayonet stabbed, and streams of blood spurted out. The female reporter Su Yan could not help but close her eyes. She did not dare to look at this bloody scene, but she felt a sense of joy in her heart for no reason.
Yang Ling quickly disappeared at the street corner with his brothers. The remaining brothers quickly bandaged the people who were injured by the Japanese bullets on the street, and called on the hiding people to use door panels to carry them out of the city.
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"Sir Yang and the others are not in danger, are they?"
Reporter Su Yan was urged by a brother to leave the city quickly. He looked back at the direction in which Yang Ling and the others disappeared, and became worried for Yang Ling and the others.
"Don't worry, the bullets designed to kill our commander haven't been made yet." This brother blurted out.
After hearing this, Su Yan, who was in shock, couldn't help but almost burst into laughter, and asked curiously: "Who said this? Bullets on the battlefield don't have eyes. How do you know that the bullet that killed your commander has not been made yet?"
come out?"
"Our Chief Yang said it himself." This brother rolled his eyes at reporter Su Yan and complained: "You reporters don't want your life. The Japanese have come over. How dare you stay here in such a mess. If we hadn't killed you,
Your lives will definitely be lost."
"Come on, let's send you out of the city. We still have to follow our Chief Yang to kill the Japanese." This brother urged impatiently.
When Su Yan and others were escorted out of the city, Yang Ling had already led his brothers to kill them along the streets.
The fighting in the city was fierce. The commander of the first battalion, Blacksmith, the deputy captain Zhang Liechen, the commander of the fourth battalion Liu Zhi and others were all blocked in the city by the Japanese.
Countless Japanese infantry squads were running around, and the infantry detachments were constantly intersecting and infiltrating, occupying the commanding heights and trying to divide, surround and eliminate the guerrillas in the city.
Although the guerrilla troops in the city were fighting left and right, the little devils had purposefully seized some commanding heights and could control a large area with just one machine gun, putting the guerrilla brothers in the city into a passive state. The situation was
It's getting more serious.
"boom!"
A brother hid behind the ruins and pulled the trigger across the smoky street.
A Japanese soldier who flew over on the rubble was immediately staggered by the impact of the bullet, and immediately fell to the ground convulsively.
"Boom!"
The brother pulled the gun bolt with a loud bang, and as soon as he ejected the cartridge case, he heard a boom, and a grenade landed less than one meter away from him and exploded.
The scorching air wave was about to overturn the brother, and the blasted rubble and debris followed by dust covered the brother. The brother's head hung weakly and he had expired.
"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu!"
A brother rushed over from the smoke and dust behind him and turned over the brother who was covered in smoke and dust. When he saw that he was out of breath, his eyes suddenly turned red.
"Puff-"
The enemy's bullets struck, passing over the broken wall that had been breached, causing a column of smoke and dust to rise from the ground.
The brother with red eyes gently put down the brother who was killed, loaded the bullet and leaned against the broken wall, taking over the blocking position.
Three more little devils jumped over on the rubble, one of them was holding a melon in his hand.
This brother heard the sound of the Japs stepping on the rubble, judged the Japs' distance, and gently unscrewed the bottom cap of the grenade in his hand.
When the Japs had just rushed under the broken wall, and one of them was about to throw a grenade over the broken wall, a grenade fell straight from the sky and landed at their feet.
The Japs' melon grenade is relatively well-made and can be thrown out after a few seconds of delay after impact, but the homemade grenade is different and takes even less time to detonate.
"Boom!"
In the scorching hot blast of the explosion, the three Japs who threw themselves behind the broken wall were blown into the air, and then fell heavily into the rubble. One of the Japs who was covered in smoke from the explosion was still alive and struggling.
Trying to get up.
"puff!"
As soon as the Japanese man struggled for a moment, a bullet that flew past a wooden building in the distance penetrated his body. The Japanese man fluttered twice and stopped moving.
The guerrilla officers and soldiers trapped in the city relied on the courtyards, ruins and maze-like neighborhoods to fight street battles with the Japs.
Although many brothers were separated and surrounded by the Japs, with only a few tens of meters of straight-line distance between them, and even separated by a few walls, they were unable to join together and could only waste time with the Japs in the ruins.
The little Japanese thought that they could quickly eliminate these guerrilla soldiers by dividing them up and surrounding them, but they found that they were wrong.
Because the guerrilla brothers had a strong will to fight, they calmed down after being surrounded and fired at the Japanese who rushed in one by one. The casualties of the Japanese began to increase.
At this moment, the ruins where the guerrilla officers and soldiers are hidden are like traps, waiting for the little devils to get into them.
Although the Japanese bombarded them with grenades, and even brought in the Type 92 infantry cannon to fire directly, and even if they bombed some courtyards with hidden targets to pieces, when their infantry went up to prepare for a last-ditch attack, there were always bullets coming from different places.
Type out the place.
"How many brothers do we have?"
The blacksmith commander of the first battalion had his face covered with sticky dust mixed with blood. They occupied the area of the flour mill and had been fighting the Japanese for almost an hour.
"Including the newly gathered skirmishers, we still have thirty-six heads, but we are facing the street from the Third Battalion, and they seem to have more than ten people." A platoon leader reported.
"Okay, let the brothers stop getting together and let others take over. Find a place to ambush the Japanese. If we delay here for a while, more people will escape from the city and escape." The blacksmith said murderously.