Countless dark yellow figures ran out of the smoke and appeared on the streets. Under the helmets were ferocious and ugly faces. They seemed like demons from hell who wanted to devour all living things.
Surrounded by the veterans who had retreated from the Songhu battlefield, their faces tightened when they saw the Japanese soldiers pressing down on them. The student soldiers were even more unbearable, their breathing became rapid, and the rifles they were holding became tense.
Started to sway.
Although it was not the first time for the student soldier Wang Zikun to participate in a battle, the ferocity and madness of the Japs still left him frightened. Seeing them getting closer and closer to him, his teeth began to tremble.
He suddenly felt a big hand pat on his shoulder, heavy and full of power. He turned his head and saw his platoon leader Shunzi.
"Follow me later, don't rush too far forward." Shunzi lowered his voice and told him.
The student soldier Wang Zikun nodded. Seeing Shunzi's broad and strong back, the tension in his heart dissipated a lot. He took a deep breath and stabilized the gun again.
The injured Chinese soldier's face became paler and paler, and he ran slower and slower due to excessive blood loss. Several bullets flew past his head, and he had to stop again and turn around to shoot.
The heart-rending bullet ricocheted off the edge of the Japanese lieutenant's helmet with a clang. The frightened Japanese lieutenant hurriedly lay down and raised a layer of dust. He roared with some embarrassment: "Shoot! Shoot!"
The Japanese soldiers also found cover and lay down to shoot. The bullets flew across the street at high speeds, and many bullet holes appeared on the walls. The crackling was very lively.
A Japanese squad leader crept forward and crept towards the hiding place of the injured Chinese soldier. Behind him, a machine gunner was firing at precise breakpoints - the sound of the machine gun rattling seemed to be a demonstration, "Are you afraid?"
Wang Huzi held the detonating rope tightly in his hand, silently counting the Japanese soldiers who entered the explosion range, waiting for Yang Ling's order.
Yang Ling lay down on the roof of the building, the black muzzle of his gun already pointed at the Japanese soldiers who were approaching cautiously. There was no emotion on his resolute face, and he was as calm as a dormant poisonous snake.
boom!
The dull sound of gunfire rang out, and the flying bullet tore through the air at a speed invisible to the naked eye. It hit the head of the Japanese squad leader, and a large stream of white and red brains spurted out, and his entire skull was lifted.
flipped.
The Japanese squad leader fell with a thud on the sloping pile of rubble and rolled towards the low-lying crater. The rubble was stained red with blood.
The Japanese soldiers who followed the Japanese squad leader and approached cautiously were like frightened rabbits. At the moment of the gunfire, they hurriedly retreated, trying to hide again because a new enemy situation had appeared.
But they had already entered the explosion range, and Yang Ling's gunshot was the order.
"Go to hell, you little devil!" Wang Huzi cursed and pulled the detonating rope hard.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Various explosives buried in the ruins and bomb craters exploded violently with a deafening sound. More than thirty Japanese soldiers at the center of the explosion were instantly swallowed up by the flames of the explosion.
"Ah!"
"Woo!"
"Boom!"
The shock wave of the explosion was surging in all directions, and the Japanese soldiers in the explosion let out pitiful howls like slaughtering pigs. Blood and pieces of meat flew up to the sky with the gushing shock wave, and then fell heavily, as if there was a bloodbath.
rain.
The rubble flew freely on the street, flying in all directions at high speed, embedded in walls and pillars, and flew into windows and rooms. The brothers who were close could not dodge and were immediately hit with bruises on their hands and feet.
Thick smoke and smoke covered the entire street, and many crumbling houses that had been bombarded by Japanese bombers could no longer withstand the shock wave and collapsed suddenly.
Although the explosion could not shake the earth, the rising mushroom cloud and the explosion fire were still particularly dazzling. The Japanese mopping up troops nearby immediately stopped and turned their attention here.
"There is a Chinese army!"
The Japanese commanders were like wild wolves smelling fishy smell, showing their cruel and ferocious light, and immediately led their troops to advance rapidly towards the explosion point from all directions.
Yang Ling and the others obtained a lot of mines and explosives from the ammunition depot, and this time they used them all vigorously for the Japanese army. More than thirty Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces on the spot. Those who survived were either seriously injured or fell to the ground.
Trembling and moaning.
The Japanese lieutenant's saber was blown away, and one of his arms was gone. He stood up holding his bloody arm. When he saw the streets all around that were blown up like rotten tofu, he roared angrily: "
Bagaya road! The Chinese people are dead!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
"Da da da--"
The guerrilla battalion brothers who were hiding everywhere opened fire one after another as soon as the explosion ended. The dense bullets poured into the battlefield, and the injured Japanese soldiers who were not dead were knocked to the ground.
The Japanese lieutenant was beaten by a string of machine gun bullets and was covered in blood. His body was shaking involuntarily, and clouds of blood mist formed. His body became a leaky sieve, full of blood holes. In the end, he opened his eyes with anger, unwilling to give up.
He fell into a puddle of blood.
The tragic death of their companions did not scare away the Japanese soldiers who were not affected by the explosion. The more than 20 Japanese soldiers were like angry ghosts, roaring, baring their teeth and claws, and rushed towards the guerrilla camp brothers hidden in the ruins. Their ferocious appearance made
People are frightened.
"Cease fire! Leave it to us!" Liu Yidao's rough voice echoed on the battlefield, and he stood up suddenly with a bayonet in hand.
The two hundred veterans behind him raised their sharp bayonets on the ground, jumped out from the ruins on the other side of the street, and rushed towards more than twenty Japanese soldiers.
"Fuck, ceasefire, ceasefire!"
Seeing Liu Yidao charging into the street again with a bayonet in his hand, Wang Huzi cursed and waved his hand behind him, shouting "Listen," fearing that he would accidentally injure those reckless guys who liked to act like heroes.
The mesh helmet of a Japanese soldier who was at the front didn't know where to fly. At this moment, he was rushing forward with his head bare and howling. He looked particularly tough. Liu Yidao roared and faced him without any fear.
Go up.
The bald Japanese soldier's bayonet stabbed hard at Liu Yidao's lower abdomen, but he jumped away. The butt of his rifle hit the Japanese soldier's face, and the bald Japanese soldier was immediately covered in blood.
Liu Yidao took advantage of the bald Japanese soldier's screams and turned around on the spot. The sharp bayonet had already been stabbed into his stomach. Then he twisted hard, smashed his internal organs, and kicked him into the crater.
The veterans who followed Liu Yidao were all veterans of stabbing. They were like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves. They were surrounded by three or five people, roaring and stabbing with their knives. In an instant, blood splattered, and more than 20 Japanese soldiers were sprayed.
They were all knocked to the ground before they even got up.
Yang Ling walked down the stairs and walked to the street. He saw that not one of the more than fifty Japanese soldiers was alive, and the injured ones had been killed by Liu Yidao, who was full of violence.
"Hurry up and clean up the battlefield, and evacuate in three minutes!" Yang Ling ordered, then took the gun and went straight to the man who was being chased.
The man who was being chased by the Japanese was a second lieutenant platoon leader. He was shot in the thigh and shoulder, and his blood had stained his uniform red.
"Brother, be patient--" Medical soldier Xizi was cutting open the wound with scissors and giving him emergency treatment.
Xizi was busy working nervously. The platoon leader was also a strong-willed man. He gritted his teeth and refused to cry out in pain. This made Yang Ling feel good about him.
After Xizi had finished treating and bandaging the wound, Yang Ling stepped forward and asked, "Brother, which army are you from? What's the situation over there?"
The platoon leader took a look at Yang Ling's rank and saw that he was the battalion commander of a miscellaneous unit. He saluted with a slight arrogance: "I am teaching the corps. I have killed all my brothers. A large group of Japanese are already chasing me."
, you should also evacuate quickly, I can only repay you for saving my life someday."
After he finished speaking, he struggled to stand up and walk, but he was shot in the thigh, staggered when he stood up, and fell down again.
Seeing the aloof character of this platoon leader, Yang Ling didn't care and ordered behind him: "Bring the stretcher here!"
"Stop trying to be brave. As long as those who go to the front line to fight the Japanese are all brothers, why should you tell them so clearly? If you want to leave, wait until you are healed."
"Battal Commander, a large group of Japanese soldiers are coming from the east, and there are also tanks!" Before Yang Ling could finish his words, the sentry standing high up to observe the enemy's situation was already shouting.
Yang Ling's heart trembled, and he turned around and ordered loudly: "Retreat!"