Cripple Five was still shaking, but not all because of fear. Earlier, in the confusion, he threw a military spur and brought down the gendarmerie captain who was raising his gun. He himself didn't know where he got so much ruthlessness at that time, and now he thinks about it in a horrified way. After all, he killed his own people! However, after thinking about it carefully, Cripple couldn't help but smile bitterly and secretly scolded himself for being stupid..... What is his own person, and who regards him as his own person?

Gathering people in the forest, the defeated soldiers followed Hu Laosan to the mountains, and no one asked him where he was going, and no one turned back. The rumbling explosions behind him continued, and the devil's goal was still to destroy after all, but the number of people who suffered was too small, even if they were all one to ten, they should not be tossed for long.

Hu Laosan can only comfort himself, he knows that it is not difficult to help them fight devils, but the difficulty is whether they can walk after the fight, this is another matter.

The faces of the defeated soldiers were not very good-looking, each thinking about their own thoughts in the night, their feet were fast, and Dabao, who was grazed by a stray bullet, was following Hu Laosan all the way to ask for ideas, at this time, Hu Laosan, who had always been bold and careful, naturally became the backbone of this group of people, and other brothers who were not from Sichuan also quickly surrounded him.

"Hide for a while, go back and go to the regiment to explore the wind, if the head of the regiment doesn't speak, you won't go back, Lao Tzu will feed the whole family and not starve, and if he dies, he will die one, I'm afraid of the hammer!" Hu Laosan's heroic words caused everyone to sigh, and Liu Mazi even shouted that no one could let the third brother go, but he didn't pull it on his head.

When the lame five noticed these words, Hu Laosan's hand was touching the canned beef in his arms that had not been stolen by the military police, and at this point, Hu Laosan was still thinking about eating, this is not like a person who is going to die?

When they arrived at the valley where Dazhai was hiding, it was already dark, and the lame dog walked a few steps, thinking that the wounded would come out when he heard the movement, but he did not hear their chatting for a long time. When he went to open the door of the thatched hut where he once lived, the cripple suddenly paused, and like a puppet immersed in ice water, he turned his head and neck stiffly.

"Little devil, I'm your ancestor for eighteen generations......" Cripple Five was stunned under the gloomy sky, and suddenly burst out with a heart-rending roar.

Following his line of sight, the routs were dumbfounded to see a pile of bloody, shapeless corpses stacked on the ground at the east end of the valley......

Three days later, another charge began, and the soldiers of the 82nd Regiment pressed towards the mountain like ants in a nest. The yellow-brown hillside was already covered with the corpses of the national army, and the line between life and death was blurred and negligible, and any moving object could be torn apart or completely disappeared in the next blink of an eye.

When a cannonball dragged out a piercing whistle and exploded the dirt not far away, the lame body trembled for a moment, and instinctively stopped, only to feel the soreness of his lower abdomen, and he couldn't help but clamp his crotch. And Hu Laosan next to him was as indifferent as a deaf man, running with a few brothers crackling, and the dust under his feet was flying. Most of these veteran oilers will stop and caten as they pass through the crater, and when the enemy's machine guns are less dense, they will stand up and run, like rats who are in a hurry to drill into a crack.

The Huang team was also in the crowd of chargers, with their rank logos ripped off, holding a Thomson and rushing wildly with a group of battalion-level officers.

Today's 82nd Regiment has no distinction between officers and soldiers, and everyone is a gambler who has been forced to a dead end, and they are all dead anyway. It's better to gamble, maybe there is still a chance to live. Under pressure from Shangfeng and the Judge Advocate General's Office, Commander Huang had not been on the front line for several days and nights, and he had many abrasions on his body, but fortunately they were only minor injuries. The Japanese sneak attack was tantamount to the death of a fish, a large number of supplies in the rear camp were destroyed, the temporary military police were all wiped out, the Chinese casualties were more than 100, and not a single devil returned alive. After that, no one asked Hu Laosan about their escape, and it seemed that they didn't get any list on it, so Head Huang was naturally not polite, and with a wave of his hand, he returned to the establishment of these guys who had escaped death for more than ten years.

The devil's sneak attack, in fact, Elder Huang Tuan had already reported to the division headquarters, but it didn't attract enough attention from them at that time. This time, the logistical support suffered losses, and even alarmed the general headquarters, and only then did some high-level officials remember that the 82nd Regiment had reported such incidents. At this time, Regiment Commander Huang had already been caught up on the front line, carrying his head in the rain of bullets and bullets, and continued to perform his duties as a regiment commander.

Commander Huang inspected the troops as always, but this time he did not take the initiative to cheer up the soldiers, and his eyes were full of bloodshots. During the inspection, a soldier who was smoking a big cigarette saw the regiment commander coming, hurriedly threw away his cigarette and stood up to salute, and shouted: "Sir! ”

"Captain fart, chief is all dog X!" Captain Huang replied inexplicably with a gloomy face, leaving a group of dumbfounded ministers and leaving.

No matter who it is, once on the battlefield, it is actually the same, no matter how strong a man is, he will be easily knocked down by a bullet. Seeing that the regiment commander was charging first, without even stumbling under his feet, the lame five felt very ashamed, and he couldn't wait to find a place with a crack in the ground to drill down. Dead brothers can be seen around him, under his feet, in front of him, everywhere, and before he knows it, the body of the wounded man hiding in the valley of Dazhai resurfaces in front of his eyes, he almost shuddered and let out a roar of unknown meaning, only to feel the blood all over his body rushing to his brain, and he desperately held the gun in his hand, and his face was already full of tears.

Hu Laosan, who was not far away, inexplicably found that his lame feet seemed to have become much sharper, and he began to run faster and faster, and the expression on his face was different, although there was cat urine dripping in the crotch of his pants, but after his teeth were bitten, the muscles on the side of his cheeks also bulged......