These knife-wielding gangsters shouting wildly, "Ancestor bless you, invulnerable!" seem to be really invulnerable, and they are even crazier than the Japanese.
"ah!"
Some of the guerrilla brothers wailed and stumbled into the darkness while escaping.
Although the members of the Little Sword Society had not received any military training and their marksmanship was extremely poor, they still accidentally hit two guerrilla officers and soldiers.
Sun Liang, who was running in panic, saw a brother who had been shot and fell to the ground. He hurriedly bent down, turned around and ran back, trying to pull the fallen brother up.
The squad leader of the guerrillas also rushed back with two brothers and kept shooting at the knife-wielding gang members who were rushing towards them to stop them.
Unfortunately, the bullets they grabbed were only a dozen or so, and soon there was a click, the magazine was empty, and there was no bullet left.
"Leave me alone, let's go, let's go!"
The brother who was shot had blood foaming from his mouth and loudly urged Sun Liang and the others to leave.
"Chief Yang said, you can't abandon your brother!" Sun Liang's eyes turned red as he tried to carry the shot brother on his back.
"Hurry up, we're out of bullets!"
The guerrilla squad leader had already started fighting hand-to-hand with several members of the Little Knife Club who had rushed over, and the dull sound of the butts of rifles smashing bones could be heard.
"Come on, remember to avenge us!" The brother who was shot used his last strength to push Sun Liang away and let them leave.
Sun Liang looked at his brothers who were covered in scars, and at the knife-wielding gang members who were rushing toward them, with blazing anger in his eyes.
"Brother, you must stay alive, we will come back to pick you up!"
After the guerrilla squad leader smashed several knives over and helped the crowd, he had to let the shot brother stay and dragged Sun Lang staggering towards the darkness outside the village.
The two brothers who were shot looked at each other and saw the look of relief in each other's eyes. They had sad smiles on their faces and tried to stand up to block the gang members of the Little Knife Club.
But soon they were overwhelmed by the crazy Little Swordsmen. More than twenty members of the Little Swordsmen surrounded them, and they were stabbed with various sharp blades, causing fountains of blood to spray out.
Sun Liang and others ran all the way to the west, while the people of the Little Sword Society were chasing after them with torches. Fortunately, under the cover of night, Sun Liang and others finally escaped the search of the Little Sword Society.
However, they had been tortured and beaten by the Little Sword Society before. Their bodies were scarred and sleepy and tired. But when they thought about the brothers who were still in the village, they knew that they had to find reinforcements.
After they escaped the search of the Little Sword Society, under the leadership of the young disciple, they supported each other and broke out in the direction of Huaiyin, trying to go back and report the news.
Yang Ling was leading the brothers of the Second Battalion on a rapid march in the direction of Shiban Village. Except for the messy footsteps and heavy breathing, the brothers were silent.
But behind this silence is bursts of murderous intent. If their brothers have any shortcomings, they don't mind letting the knife turn into a river of blood.
"Report, we found our brother who was held captive by the Knife Club!"
In the middle of the night, when Yang Ling and the others had just crossed a small river, a scout cavalry came galloping from the front with a torch.
Hearing that the brothers who were detained in front actually broke out on their own, Yang Ling's tense nerves relaxed a little, and he quickly stepped forward with his brothers.
But when they arrived and discovered the miserable condition of these brothers, an unknown fire rose in their hearts.
These brothers who broke out were beaten severely, their bodies were covered with bruises and blood, and they looked very weak. They had exhausted all their strength by walking here and could no longer walk.
"Hurry up and bandage their wounds, light a fire, and warm them up!"
When Yang Ling saw what happened to these brothers who had followed him in the north and south, he felt distressed and hurriedly ordered for treatment.
Soon the brothers from the camp's medical platoon quickly came forward to help them bandage their wounds and wrapped them in thick clothes, allowing the brothers who were shivering from the cold to finally catch their breath.
When they saw that Yang Ling personally came to rescue them, their eyes filled with tears: "Sir, we have embarrassed you..."
"You didn't embarrass me. It was me, Yang Ling, who couldn't bear to do it to you. Now that you are safe, take a good rest and recuperate. I will handle the rest of the matter." Yang Ling consoled her kindly.
"Sir, we have two brothers who were shot. They stayed in the village and did not break out. You must go and save them." Sun Liang, a guerrilla officer, said with a plea.
Yang Ling patted Sun Liang on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, we will never leave any brother behind."
After getting Yang Ling's affirmative reply, Sun Liang felt relieved. Because he was too weak, Yang Ling asked the brothers from the two classes to stay and wait for them to calm down before sending them back to Huaiyin on stretchers.
When Yang Ling and the others were preparing to continue marching to Shiban Village to rescue the other two brothers, the young man who had been rescued together stood up.
Although the young man was also beaten severely, his injuries were not serious. Most of them were superficial wounds, and his young face showed hatred.
"Sir, I can show you the way. I know the road to Shiban Village." The young man took the initiative to take Yang Ling and the others back.
In this pitch-black night, Yang Ling and the others did spend a lot of time finding their way. After all, they couldn't see anything at night, not even a beauty. He naturally wanted someone to lead the way.
And he had just learned what was going on from Sun Liang and the other guerrilla officers and soldiers who had broken out, so he did not refuse.
"Okay then, you can lead us. What's your name?"
The young man replied: "Sir, my father is illiterate and always calls me a stone."
"Okay, Shitou, you can lead the way." Yang Ling nodded and said.
Soon, the team set off again. This time there were local people leading the way. It was clear where to walk and where there was a river. The speed improved a lot.
When the sky turned bright, Yang Ling's troops arrived at the outskirts of Shiban Village. However, the village, which had been struggling all night, looked lifeless in the early morning mist.
Yang Ling did not let the brothers go rashly. He asked the brothers to hide in the fields outside the village and sent several elite brothers from the reconnaissance platoon to prepare to enter the village to see the situation.
But not long after these brothers from the reconnaissance platoon left, they came back with red eyes.
"Sir, our two brothers who didn't stand out are dead and were hung on the trees at the entrance of the village." Several brothers in the reconnaissance platoon spoke with murderous intent in their voices.
"Let's go and have a look!" Yang Ling's face darkened and he walked towards the entrance of the village.
At this moment, in the looming mist, several corpses were tied with their bodies and heads hanging on the trees, swaying in the wind, looking eerie and terrifying.
"mother!"
When he saw the hanging corpse dressed in civilian clothes, Shitou, who volunteered to be Yang Ling's guide, immediately screamed in grief and indignation.