The can was finally taken away by Hu Laosan, and the lame five didn't understand what he was thinking, so he could only laugh stupidly.

"Laugh at your fucking size!" Hu Laosan squinted at the lame five and scolded. Then he lowered his voice and said to him: "Remember Lao Tzu's words, when the fight starts in a while, if I want to say run, you can run, don't look back, run to death, don't care about anything." ”

"Run? Don't fight? "Cripple five is inexplicable.

"If it's really that easy to take, I'll organize a death squad." Liu Mazi next to him rolled a cigarette and continued.

According to the plan, the death squad passed through the forest belt to the south of the position, approached the flank position of the devils, and once the concentrated fire tore through the gap, it was to be inserted into the depth, and then blossomed on all sides. It's just that Ma Eryan never thought that the enemy was already ready to deal with the surprise attack.

Everything went smoothly in the process of entering the periphery of the position, and the few devils who came out before seemed to have returned to everyone, and the position was quiet. Just as the soldiers in the front team divided into several ways and prepared to go deeper, rows of muzzles of guns had protruded from the various bunkers behind them and on the sides, and the original silent Japanese position suddenly came to life and turned into a hideous roaring beast.

In fact, the total number of Japanese troops on this position was not large, but there were people firing at the same time from all directions, and the lethality was extremely terrifying. The death squad was in a mess, I don't know whether to advance or retreat, Ma Eryan roared angrily and asked the soldiers to lie down quickly, and the platoon commanders of each company were experienced in organizing a counterattack, but Hu Laosan rolled to the edge of a dark fort in confusion and lost a hand** into it.

The gloomy weather had a great impact on visibility, and all that could be seen was a black figure from a short distance. The Japanese troops, who were under static braking, easily harvested the death squads with crossfire and familiarity with the terrain. At this moment, the devil was not firing flares, and the strafing sound of the machine gun was continuous, and panicked screams and dying screams were heard everywhere.

For the Chinese soldiers, everything was so chaotic, and the attack in the dark made them confused and unable to discern the direction, and they just relied on instinct to shoot back. It was only at this time that everyone discovered that the devil's bunkers were interconnected, and the daytime battle did not expose all the firepower points on the devil's position, which was the biggest reason why the death squad was easily put into the enemy's pocket.

The veterans did show the ruthlessness of daring to fight and rush in the battle, and the instinct of battle prompted them to go deep into it desperately, and from time to time they blew out several gaps with their hands, and rushed into the trenches over the corpses of their comrades. But the devils are also shrinking the front, the cross-fire of the bunker is too strong, the fire net is blocking the way and retreat of the death squad, because of the lack of heavy weapon support, the soldiers organized several charges were beaten down by the devils, and a lot of corpses were left in vain.

This method of opening the door to meet the enemy and closing the door to encircle and annihilate is often used by devils, but this time it is used on Ma Eryan's body. For Ma Eryan, this is a sinister tactic that has never been encountered. The devil seems to have known that they were coming, otherwise how could he open his pockets and wait for them to drill. The front team of the death squad was wiped out soon after infiltrating the position, and the rear team was cut off by the fierce fire of the devils.

"Brothers, retreat! If we continue to fight like this, everyone will be sent to death, and we will all be finished before the main force comes up! Someone hissed and yelled.

"Who the fuck dares to retreat, Lao Tzu killed him!" Ma Er's angry roar followed, followed by a louder explosion, and his figure was engulfed in gunsmoke, and the position was suddenly chaotic.

The moment he was shot lame, he only felt like he had been bitten by a big ant on his face, and then blood gushed out, and as soon as he touched the damp heat of his hand, his feet immediately softened. Hu Laosan did not live up to his expectations, and actually crawled back in the pile of dead people, shouting at him, and the lame five only felt that the sound in his ears was far away, and the gunfire of the Japanese became clearer and clearer.

"Am I going to die?" Crippled and dazed, he felt a strange relief in his fear.

......

The moment he opened his eyes, he thought he had reported to the underworld. The low grass hut was dark and almost light, and there was a brazier in the corner, no fire was lit, and there was an indescribable musty smell everywhere. The bed under him was made of wood, and the craftsmanship was very poor, and the lame squeaked as soon as he moved.

The people outside the house heard the movement, pushed open the door and walked over, and it was Hu Laosan.

"Your turtle son is fateful, but he has little courage, and he can be stunned by a gun."

Crippled subconsciously touched his face, the wound had been wrapped, and it was still very painful to touch, but it didn't seem to be like in the like, a big hole was pulled out by the bullet.

"Third brother, you saved my life again, I don't even know how to repay you." He smiled sheepishly. He knew that Hu Laosan took good care of himself, but he didn't understand why he looked at him differently......

Hu Laosan waved his hand and said impatiently: "Get up when you have rested enough, stop pretending to be dead, get up quickly, and go back to the army with Lao Tzu!" ”

"Third brother, where is this?" Cripple Five stood up and looked around.

"This is Matsuyama, do you think that if you suffer like this, you can still send it to you, and eat less dreams and fart!"

Only then did the lame five give up the last glimmer of hope, making sure that he was not sent to the rear, and the wound on his face might be bandaged like this, and the battle would have to be fought like this, and the days of life being worse than death would still go on.

Walking out of the thatched hut, the lame five found himself in a valley, and he saw many wounded soldiers sitting on the ground resting, and there were about thirty people without hanging colors, several of whom were the faces of the company.

"The little devil's fortifications are evil enough, Lao Tzu has fought for many years, and he has never encountered such a difficult bone to gnaw. Last night, Ma Er's eyes were dead, if we hadn't run fast, I don't know how many people would be left! Liu Mazi scolded and fought a lot there, but his body was quite clean, and he didn't seem to be injured.