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Chapter 140: Scramble

After the city gate was opened, Miao Kexiu and Li Chaolan led people into the city. Pinshu.com Hu Pengsheng looked at them and said to himself regretfully: "It's a pity to give them tens of thousands of laborers!" ”

Hu Pengsheng did not expect his special combat team to grow, but he hoped that Huang Jinshan's troops would be further expanded into a division. There were too few people left behind enemy lines, and Zhuanghe could no longer draw a battalion of troops.

There was only one regiment of garrisons in the city, four companies were stationed at the four gates, and the rest were in the barracks. The special combat team sneaked in, easily touched the sentry and captured the sleeping Manchukuo soldiers.

The captain of the Japanese army guarding the grain depot was called Matsushita Swallowtail, and he suddenly shivered and felt a murderous aura rushing towards him.

"Assemble, assemble!" Panasonic swallowtail hurriedly blew the siren, ready to arrange the defense of this grain warehouse with tens of thousands of tons.

The Japanese army quickly walked into the courtyard with guns, and Matsushita Swallowtail took a step forward: "Stand guard tonight, it's not okay to be lazy!" ”

Outside the wall, the three drivers of the special combat team and more than 20 people from Huang Jinshan's cavalry company had already been ambushed here, and seeing that the Japanese army was about to arrange defense, the company commander raised his gun and aimed at Panasonic Dovetail.

"Smack!"

After the gunshot, the little devil fell to the ground, and the other fighters hurriedly opened fire and shot at the devil in the concentration area. The little devil hurriedly lay on the ground without dying, and the two sides began to fight desperately for firepower.

"Grenade!" The company commander fired a pistol while looking at several wounded fighters. One of the little devil's machine guns was firing like a clatter, and everyone couldn't look up.

"Boom-"

"Boom, boom, boom—" The soldiers pulled out their grenades and threw them into the courtyard with a bang on the wall.

At the moment when the machine guns stopped, the cavalry company prepared to rush in and kill the remnants of the Japanese army.

"Da Da Da-" The devil machine gun began to scream again, and it was the Japanese soldiers defending on the watchtower. The fighters of the special operations team snatched a rifle from the cavalry and listened to the sound of machine guns and waited for the attack.

Finally, when the devil shooter changed bullets, the special operations team soldiers leaned out and fired a bullet.

"Smack!"

"Ahh

The devil fell from the watchtower, was hit in the head by the machine gun brought down, and fainted. Matsushita Swallowtail, who was not killed, hurriedly crawled to touch the machine gun, gritted his teeth and shouted: "The people of Chi, all dead, dead!" ”

"Grandma!" The special operators were pressed by the fire and could not raise their heads, and all the fighters could not shoot. The commander of the cavalry company was about to charge with fire when he was stopped by two special operators.

"I also use grenades, throw them every three seconds!"

The cavalry company commander nodded: "Ready—still!" ”

"Boom-"

"Ready—still!"

"Boom—"

The machine gun finally stopped, and the special operators stood up in time and shot Panasonic in the chest. Seeing this, the cavalry company commander shouted: "Charge! ”

"Boom!" The soldiers rushed in from the wall and the gate, and the houses were sweeping away the remnants of the Japanese army.

"It's not good, the devil wants to set fire to the grain!" The special combatants saw the figure of the devil clearly from the firelight, and saw that the remaining two devils poured gasoline cans on the grain, and the fire had been ignited.

"Smack!" Angry, the special operators killed the little devil with two shots, threw away the gun and ran towards the lit grain pile with a shovel.

"Fight the fire!" The commander of the cavalry company shouted and galloped over with the soldiers.

Li Chaolan and Miao Kexiu happened to bring people over, and more than 1,000 people fought hard in front of the burning fire. Gasoline ignites the grain, and the more the action is beaten, the more the fire grows. Li Chaolan shouted alertly: "Use earth pressure, don't pounce!" ”

It's very sad that the yard is watered with cement by devils, and it is difficult to lift the soil here. Miao Kexiu saw the high-pressure faucet, ran over and turned on the switch, spraying a sharp jet of water.

The fire was finally brought under control, however, a dozen fighters were burned by the fire. The team doctor of the special operations team hurried over and ordered the other fighters to help rescue the brave soldiers.

"Is the fire out?" The first special operator to jump into the fire asked, opening his burnt eyes.

"Extinguished! Don't talk, the doctor will save your life! ”

Li Chaolan comforted him with tears in her eyes.

"I can't do it, tell the captain, ask him to tell the young master, I have a younger sister and little brother in Zhuanghe, he saved our family, please ask him to raise my relatives!" The soldier said with difficulty, enduring the pain and said, "I am reluctant to spend my salary, and the captain helps me put it away." Please hand it over to the young master, it can be regarded as the living expenses of his younger brothers and sisters! ”

Xing Zhanwu rushed over, bowed down and said to the special combatants: "Don't worry, your younger brothers and sisters are my younger brothers and sisters, and we will all treat them as relatives!" You have to remember that you are a special operator and will not surrender to death easily! ”

The special combat team soldier struggled and forced a smile and said: "I will not surrender, I am tired and sleepy, I want to sleep-sleep-sleep!" His voice faded away, but he still had a smile on his face. Everyone burst into tears, tears of grief and indignation for this brave special operator.

"Transporting grain!" Xing Zhanwu stood up and calmly scolded: "He's gone, he must be worth leaving!" The food was saved, but we had to transport it away to be victorious! ”

"That's right! Keep the hatred in your heart, the blood of the martyrs cannot be shed in vain! Quick, snatching a bag of food can save a life! Li Chaolan shouted, leaned down and picked up the sacrificed soldier and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

"What are you going to do?" Xing Zhanwu hurriedly stopped.

"Buy a coffin, I will send the comrades who died in this battle to heaven with the most solemn funeral!" Li Chaolan forgot that he was a member of the Communist Party, and he used the simplest and most sincere friendship of human beings to shout out the emotions from the bottom of his heart.

Huang Jinshan led the troops to Songjianghe Town. This is a rich man's farm, and the little devil pulls the power grid to build two intersecting fire networks. The calm commander of the regiment said to the artillery company: "When I destroy the power grid, I must ensure that the watchtower will be blown up for me at the first time!" ”

"Don't worry, Captain!" The tall and burly figure of the artillery company commander was like an iron tower, and his thick voice was very low: "Four shells, I promise to blow up the watchtower to the western sky!" ”

"Good! Individual rocket artillery ready - hit! ”

"Boom-" More than 20 individual rocket launchers were fired at the same time, blowing up the devil's obstacle without a trace.

The little devil reacted quickly enough, the machine gun rang out, and the grenadier was already set up and was about to be fired.

"Die!" The artillery company commander personally operated the cannon, and the shells whistled into the walls of the Japanese pillboxes.

"Boom-"

"Boom, boom!"

The turret collapsed, and a wave of gray heat rolled out of the night.

"Boom-" The artillery battery fired another shell, hitting another target at once. Huang Jinshan stood up: "Rush!" Don't give the little devils a chance! ”

"Rush!"

"Kill!"

The shouts of five thousand people, no one was not stunned by this momentum. The laborers looked out from their rooms inside the fence and shouted, "Volunteers, they are volunteers!" ”

"The Volunteers have rescued us!"

"Rush out and fight with the little devil!"

"Fight!"

Tens of thousands of angry laborers finally broke out, and more than a dozen people struggled to collapse the door of the house, swarming towards the remnants of the devils.

"Stop them!" Huang Jinshan was in a hurry, and went to fight with the little devil with his bare hands, what a stupid thing it was. However, the situation was not under the control of him, the commander of the regular army, and the laborers were stabbed with bayonets, and their hands clung tightly to the barrels of their guns. Others went over, digging with their hands, biting with their mouths, and fighting with the little devils. Huang Jinshan was stunned, his troops couldn't walk, and they were all blocked out of the human wall by the laborers who broke out.

The cries and curses and the miserable howls of the devils rang out one after another, and the cold sound of a gunshot caused everyone to move towards it. A quarter of an hour passed, and the huge labor camp fell silent. Huang Jinshan separated everyone, and bloody scenes appeared in front of him.

When Wong Kam Shan's troops stormed the courtyard, the laborers spontaneously fought against the ferocious enemy. Some of them pierced their hearts with iron nails, and some of them bit their arms and thighs until they died. One of them was deadly, with the devil's ears in his mouth and smiling and holding the devil's rifle, and there were a few people on the ground with the ears and fingers of the Japanese puppet army in his mouth, and some of them were still holding the eyes of the Japanese puppet army in their hands. The Chinese nation's spirit of fearless violence has been fully embodied in the ordinary laborers. They used their flesh and blood to demonstrate the indisgraceful and righteous spirit of the Chinese nation.

The road of red sunset dust,

a team coming to battle from afar;

Shining flags fluttering with knives and guns,

The tragic sound of the trumpet marched in steps.

The roadside farewells are bleak and serious,

There are also whimpering and silent wishes;

Message to the people of the generation no longer need to cry,

There is no hesitation in sacrificing for the country.

beads of sweat on the head, dirt on the body,

What are the hardships of the war that the man is afraid of;

It is better to die on the battlefield,

Never want to be a slave under the knife.

The disgrace of the heart of the staker of survival,

aroused the wrath of the strong man to rush to the crown;

Stab me in the throat and break my bones,

Never stop moving.

The tragic song was sung from Huang Jinshan's mouth, and the soldiers cried, gathered around the regiment commander and opened their throats and sang. Laborers gathered here from all directions, listening to the war song of "Good Men in the Northeast".

"Folks!" After the singing stopped, Huang Jinshan climbed to a high place, looked at the sea of people in the dark night and said: "We are an anti-Japanese team, a team that specializes in fighting little devils. You're safe now, if you want to go home, hurry up! ”

"Sir, we are all more than a hundred miles away, and we can't go back if we want to! We're willing to join your team and fight devils with you, okay? A man in his thirties shouted, pushing aside the crowd and walking towards Huang Jinshan.

"Yes, we are all willing to join the anti-Japanese team, give us guns!"

"We have a broken family, Lao Tzu has no way to live, and we are determined to fight the little devil to the end!"

"Fight to the end! Fight to the end! ”

Huang Jinshan calmed everyone down and said passionately: "This is the man, the man of the Northeast!" Now I have good news for you, Fusong County has been breached by us, and there is a large amount of grain there, as well as the enemy's armory. Let's hurry up, transport the grain to the mountains and hide it, and then pick up a gun and shoot the devil, okay? ”

"Okay, let's go, go get the gun!"

"Boom-" The laborers pulled their legs and left, so startled that Huang Jinshan shook his head. The commander of the first battalion ordered the soldiers to gather their dead husbands together, douse them with gasoline and set them on fire.

"Let's go, regimental commander, they are farmers, not your soldiers." Looking at Huang Jinshan, who was at a loss, the first battalion commander laughed: "It's the first time I've seen you lose your temper like this!" ”

Huang Jinshan blinked his eyes and said, "Wait, I'll let them know the rules." ”

"Yes, go to the place of death in the future! Commander, the battlefield has been cleaned up, it's time to go. ”

"Let's go!" In front of his own soldiers, Huang Jinshan finally showed the majesty of the regiment commander majestically!

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