At this time, it was already more than 9 o'clock in the morning, the devils in the four fields could see clearly, four hundred meters away from us is the encirclement of the devils, a group of devils are about 200 meters apart, each group has about 2 shifts, each group is lit with a roaring fire, these fires seem to be helping the devils.

They were all lying on the ground, their guns pointed at us, a squad with a crooked machine gun, facing us in this direction, and the grenadiers had already been prepared, and they were holding them in the hands of the little devils, whose steel helmets shone brightly in the reflection of the sun.

Just behind the enemy, there were also groups of devil cavalry, guarding the outer areas.

After a while, these village cadres gathered around Han Xing one after another, and from those firm eyes, Han Xing knew that what they should have arranged had been arranged.

Look at the villagers in the back, the team is much more streamlined, cattle, sheep, what should be thrown away, all thrown away, at this time, human life is obviously more important than these cattle and sheep. The big burden and the little seven or six should be thrown away, the fifty or sixty-year-old is holding the older person, the strength is carrying the sick number that can't go, the eldest child is holding the hand of the child, the mother is holding the baby in her arms, and the face of the eldest daughter and the little daughter-in-law is covered with black ash and loess, and the old woman is not much different.

Even younger were the village cadres and self-defense forces, who covered their rifles in their clothes and lined up in front of or on both sides of the villagers, their eyes full of excitement, excitement and fear.

Han Xing said to them, "Everyone is ready, let's get started!" ”

The village cadres in front of him nodded in recognition of Han Xingxin.

Han walked in the front, pressing his steps, followed by Li Dazhong, and then behind were the martial arts members of the second squad. They had shell guns in their waists, assault rifles with muzzles down, their backs behind their backs, and their coats under their coats. Behind them are the village cadres and self-defense forces, who are also holding their heads high and want to be the first to block the bullets for the villagers.

Behind them are the villagers, who also try to lean together as much as possible, as if only in this way can they draw the strength to survive and struggle from each other's breathing!

Three groups of devils appeared in front of Han Xing, and Han Xing looked at the middle group and slowly walked forward. Just 200 meters to the left of this group of devils, there is a group of devils, and 200 meters to the right, there is also a group of devils.

It was only 150 meters away from the devil, Han Xing still walked forward slowly, and the fire that the devil burned came out with raging flames, thick black smoke, strings of black smoke like devils, surrounding the kind people in the base.

The devils were still lying on the ground, and the muzzles of the black holes were pointed at the chests of the people in front of Han Xing.

Han Xing muttered silently, little devils, don't shoot. As long as the devil shoots, it will definitely disrupt the villagers in the base area and cause great chaos.

It was already 100 meters away from the devils, and the little devils had not yet fired, but they were still lying on the ground.

Han Xing muttered in his heart, as long as the little devils don't shoot, our assault rifle will already be in the most advantageous position. A little closer, a little closer.

It's already 50 meters, and the little devil's machine gunner is still lying on the ground. The riflemen had all stood up, and one by one the young, dignified faces had been seen. They were holding a Type 38 rifle, and the white bayonets flashed from time to time, and more than 20 people lined up in a neat row.

It seems that the devil wants to catch it alive.

Han Xing whispered, "Don't shoot, get involved with the little devil." ”

Li Dazhong quickly whispered back the order: "Don't shoot, get involved with the little devil." ”

The members of the martial arts team had put their right index finger on the trigger behind them, but now they let go of their hands and prepared to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the little devil.

30 meters, 20 meters, I have seen the devil's small nose, nervous eyes, and half-open mouths, they are also a little confused, panicked and frightened in the face of such a huge crowd.

12 meters away, Han Xing suddenly shouted: "Hit!" "Take out the shell gun, and shoot the machine gunner as the devil raises his gun." Snap bang ......" continuous clicks, and all at once killed a crooked machine gunner. Li Dazhong's legs fluttered for a while, then he jumped into the air and threw himself down from top to bottom towards the other light machine gunner.

His iron leg kicked over at once, and even his whole body was smashed down. The little devil was kicked and smashed and lost his breath all of a sudden.

The martial arts team pounced at once, swung the assault rifle forward, just as the bayonet was pointing forward, and then fought one by one, catching and fighting, and the little devil got together.

This point of resistance of the enemy was broken through in an instant.

The village cadres behind saw that they would not leave at this time, let alone when, and shouted to the villagers: "Run!" Run! Rush out - rush out - "

The villagers, like a flood that broke the embankment, followed this breakthrough and leaked outward.

Although the devils on the left and right sides were not far from this point, that is, about 200 meters, they were also afraid of hurting their own people, so they didn't dare to shoot rashly, they just watched stupidly. They also did not dare to leave their place, lest a larger gap be created.

Li Dazhong's second squad quickly killed the twenty or so devils, but they couldn't withdraw, and they were still waiting for the villagers who continued to retreat. Otherwise, the people are the people, and these tens of thousands of people, even if they run, they have to run for a while.

The devils on both sides looked at it, and it was estimated that the little devils at this point were almost reimbursed, and the tens of thousands of people alone trampled them to death. As a result, the crooked machine gun "rattled ......". Stray bullets flew in the sky, and there were strings of small soil bubbles on the ground, and in the fierce strafing fire, from time to time some people fell to the ground.

Han Xing shouted loudly: "Keep running, keep running, don't stop, don't stop—"

War is so cruel, in order for more people to survive, the casualties are casualties, and those who are not shot hope that they can live bravely......

More and more people were shot, the elderly, children, women, and self-defense forces, and there were so many people that the corpses were pillowing and miserable. From time to time, someone fell on the fire, and the fire quickly engulfed the wounded, and then burned to the point that there was no clothes, no flesh and skin, and the grease burned into a pile of bones......

Han Xing was so anxious that he scolded: "Fire cover, fire cover-"

Rows of bullets flew towards the enemy on both sides, and the two sides were firing fiercely. But there are too many devils, more devils have fired, and even heavy machine guns are used, in the face of such a dense crowd, every bullet is a huge threat to the people.

The firepower of a martial arts team is so weak.

Every second, countless lives fall in pools of blood......

In the distance, a team of devil cavalry saw the fierce gunfire here, they guessed that there must be the main force of the Eighth Route here, and then quickly whipped their horses and galloped towards this side, waving their white sabers and flashing a dazzling circle of light.

Han Xing knew in his heart that the infantry was most afraid of encountering the devil's cavalry on the plains, and the best way to deal with the cavalry was to have favorable terrain.

Not far away there was a low bean field, which was not an obstacle for the cavalry. There is a sparse cornfield in the distance, and the cornfield at this time is not too much of a threat to the war horse. There is also a cotton field, some cotton has been picked, and the stiff cotton peach shell has also fallen on the cotton tree, and the red and tough cotton branches and forks are also what the war horses are afraid of.

"Hurry up, move quickly to that cotton field." Han Xing gave the order.

The team of martial artists quickly ran towards the cotton field, and in the process of running, from time to time some soldiers were wounded and fell to the ground. Those who were not injured quickly pulled up the wounded and withdrew there with all their might.

A few of the warriors ran a little slower and were chased by the fast-moving cavalry, who quickly returned their guns and fought back. "Dada...... Da ......" The gunshots rang out, the devil rider in front fell, and the back continued to gallop, the horse took advantage of the wind, and the knife fell, and these soldiers who fell behind were either beheaded or cut off their arms, and died heroically.

Seeing in his eyes, Han Xing was really anxious in his heart, and shouted loudly: "Fire cover, fire cover, shoot people first and shoot horses." ”

Rows of bullets in the cotton fields were fired at the cavalry. Several horses were shot down, and the devil cavalry fell from their horses. The little devils who got off the horse, one by one, moved their lap legs, ran on the ground very ridiculously, and their movements seemed very clumsy.

These cavalrymen, who have lost their horses, are inferior to an infantryman.

More horses galloped over, and they just ran around the cotton field, and they did not dare to rush in because of the branches and forks of the cotton team. The martial arts team members squatted in the cotton field, used the cotton trees to hide their bodies, and then the assault rifle shot at the devil cavalry, shooting continuously.

In the midst of the gunfire, there were constantly devils or horses who were shot and fell to the ground.

A devil squad leader saw that they were originally active, but after this Eighth Route Force got into the cotton field, they were passive. If they continue to fight like this, the horses' targets will be too big, and they will become live targets one by one. He brandished his saber and shouted to the sky, "Heroic Imperial knights, what is so remarkable about this little cotton field. Raise your saber and head into this piece of cotton, and the duck gives—"

These devil cavalry, trying to control these fine war horses, struggled to storm into the cotton field. These war horses were forced to rush to the cotton field, which was really impatient, and they felt uncomfortable when they looked at these prickly cotton trees. Although a cotton peach is not so painful, but too many cotton peaches are tied on the body, and the taste is not pleasant.