Flee or fight?

Ordinary people have long since fled!

Yang Chaoran found that this was the best fighter.

The carnival of victory made the little devils get carried away, some rushed down the barren hills, some jumped and danced, and some lay in the bushes of the barren hills, with their feet facing the sky, and got carried away.

No little devil is on combat alert!

Yang Chaoran was on the edge of the barren hill, and he could also rush up in a panic.

Dozens of meters high barren hills, lush vegetation, the total strength of the devil is a class!

Now, only a third of them remain.

5 pcs!

Two lying chatting, three jumping cheers, that manic, like a Teletubbies bungee jumping!

Yang Chaoran rushed up quickly, and the barren hill had a large gentle slope.

When they arrived at the barren hill, the three jumping devils finally got tired and sat down to rest.

One just sat down and went to pee again.

Yang Chaoran stuck to the ground and lay on the ground.

He's next to the devil!

The devil turned his head and looked, "Huh? I don't know, are you? ”

Yang Chaoran turned to one side, face to face with the devil, and with a punch, the devil's doubtful eyes froze!

Pass out!

The other devil closed his eyes and was still reciting the Oriental scarlet sentence: "Mother, I wish I could hold your arm in the field where the violets are blooming, soaked in the intoxicating fragrance of ......"

This one is still a filial son, with a poet's temperament, and when Yang Chaoran made a move, he was not detached, and his hands trembled!

The dagger directly cut the throat of the devil, poof!

The blood splattered high, spraying and firing, all the way to the back of the devil who was peeing over there!

"Who's doing the bad?" The devil thought someone was joking with him.

Yang Chaoran got up, quickly rushed behind the devil who was sitting, and when he got to the middle, he grabbed the heads of the two devils with both hands, and slammed them into the middle.

Yang Chaoran pulled their heads again, this time it was even more ruthless, boom, and the two devils directly lost consciousness.

The fifth devil was still trembling, Yang Chaoran walked behind him, and let out a sigh, and when the devil turned to look, the dagger slashed through his throat, and his neck spewed out a mist of blood, and he fell down spasmodically.

Now, Yang Chaoran has taken control of the barren hills.

Again, look through a telescope.

To the west, the devils and the puppet army who were beaten by themselves, and the mixed troops of Watanabe Juncao are still in a daze, and they are fighting indiscriminately at the suspicious places. To the east, 100 meters and 200 meters away, the devils and the puppet army were cleaning up the battlefield.

The total number of devils is about one infantry squad and one company of the puppet army.

The devils gathered together, watched the wounded of the captured martial arts team, and constantly broke out into laughter, some stepped forward to kick a few times, cursed a few words, and even, a devil grabbed a captive by the hair, grabbed the belt, and held it directly above his head, like a weightlifter, spun proudly, and threw the captured wounded out.

Those wounded prisoners were all seriously wounded, some were cursing, resisting, being punched and kicked by devils and puppet soldiers.

Yang Chaoran stopped looking at it and immediately sorted out the weapons and ammunition here.

One mortar, and five shells.

Two grenadiers, as well as 9 grenades.

One heavy machine gun, and two boxes of bullets.

After dealing with it quickly, Yang Chaoran simply visually measured the distance and fired at the most dense place at present.

The grenadier shoots out small grenades one by one!

Boom Boom!

Bomb the devils as far as you can!

9 grenades, all blasted!

5 mortar shells, also bombarded later!

Shoot fast and powerful!

It was the devils who were watching together, more than 60 people, and some people from an infantry squad plus artillery and other fire support detachments, who were all submerged in the thick black smoke and dust rising into the sky, and the battle of fragments and bullets.

Screams, shouts, splashing bodies, thick blood mist over and over again, it became a living hell!

When all the shells were fired, there were more than 60 devils, and only a few people could completely escape punishment.

Most of the devils were lying on the ground, rolling, screaming, and a third of the devils were already dead.

The devil was too dense just now, and when he was hit by a cannonball, he was completely overwhelmed, and the smartest one was just lying down and cursing.

They thought that the devil companion of which bastard was crazy with joy, his eyes knelt down, and he beat indiscriminately!

They never imagined that there was a member of the Eighth Route Army who had already controlled their fate!

The situation of the puppet army is much better, and it is estimated that there are only a dozen puppet troops.

Because Yang Chaoran's goal is the devil, the puppet army is just taking the sheep by the hand.

When the puppet army saw such a ferocious artillery fire and saw the miserable situation of the devils, naturally, it collapsed!

They scattered and fled for their lives.

Yang Chaoran thought of the ferocity of these puppet army and the two devils who beat the wounded of the martial arts team, so he was angry.

The shells are gone, and there are heavy machine guns.

Operate heavy machine guns and strafe enemy flanks.

The puppet army on the run was constantly spasmed, jumping, rolling, and being killed and wounded.

After that, he turned around and shot at the wounded and undead devils on the ground.

The bullets ran out, reloaded, strafed again.

Eventually, he continued to strafe into the greenery that might be hidden!

Most of the land there is flat, and there are very few ravines.

Several devils were strafed by bullets, jumped out of the bushes, and were chased by bullets again, killed!

Anyway, the heavy machine gun can't be taken away, and it's a cheap enemy if it's not wasted!

Yang Chaoran turned the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at the west.

The devils and puppet army over there are still tossing around.

The heavy machine gun was aimed at the devil puppet army over there, and it fired wildly.

At a distance of more than 800 meters, the bullets of the heavy machine guns could still be spilled.

Seeing that several devil puppet soldiers were hit by bullets, they jumped up and fell into the grass.

Yang Chaoran is on the barren hill, shooting condescendingly, don't be too happy!

There are not many bullets left.

Turning his head, he came to the east again, and here, the devils and the puppet army were injured and not dead, and they struggled to escape.

Escape the yarn!

Yang Chaoran ran out of the remaining bullets.

The corpses of devils everywhere, the corpses of the puppet army!

Some of the wounded members of the martial arts were also killed by the shells, and the other struggled and committed suicide with the weapons discarded by the enemy.

They were all badly wounded, with no hope of escape.

Yang Chaoran looked at it and wanted to save it, but he didn't go, because the enemy's reinforcements had arrived!

Reinforcements rushed from the south, north, and east, from several places, including cavalry and infantry, ranging from more than 50 to more than 100 in each unit.

It varies from 500 meters to a kilometer from here.

Seeing the suicide of those seriously injured martial arts workers, Yang Chaoran was powerless to save them.

He quietly left.

In one battle, almost all the devils were annihilated, an infantry squad and an artillery detachment!

In addition, the puppet army will be severely damaged and defeated!

Walk? Simply run away? That's not his character!

He rushed towards the north, with only more than fifty people, most of them the enemy of the puppet army.