If Li Zhao was slashed with this knife, the head of the devil squadron leader would definitely be cut in half.

Although he had the upper hand for a while, Li Zhao still underestimated the skills of the devil squadron leader. Seeing that the killing move was in front of him, the other party actually leaned back and made a bend of nearly ninety degrees, and was stunned to dodge Li Zhao's must-kill move.

Not only that, but he also took advantage of Li Zhao's empty slash to get up and go straight to the opponent's chest.

…… Sting. The shabby military uniform is easily cut by a sharp katana, and the blade that cuts against the skin makes people feel strangely cold.

At the last moment, Li Zhao didn't care about any moves, almost subconsciously rolled on a donkey, and luckily avoided this disemboweling knife in the flying dirt.

escaped, a carp stood up and gasped for breath, Li Zhao touched his torn military uniform, and spat at the other party with a disdainful face.

"Bagaya Road, Zhina people! Dead, dead, drip! ”

Completely enraged by Li Zhao's contempt and disregard, the leader of the devil squadron roared and raised his knife and rushed up, flying and jumping.

Clang!

As soon as the horizontal knife was in gear, the two immediately fought together, and in the shadow of the sword and sword, the sound of metal colliding was endless.

However, after fighting the opponent for more than a dozen rounds, Li Zhao gradually felt that he was a little overwhelmed. Li Zhao is not from a martial arts background, and his sword technique is, to put it bluntly, a simple wind-breaking knife technique, so there are only a dozen moves back and forth. On the other hand, the other party is obviously from a martial arts family. The knife technique is sharp and tricky, and Li Zhao, who is beating, is tired of coping.

Knowing that the cold weapon was definitely not the opponent of the other party in a single fight, Li Zhao saw the opportunity, and after blocking the opponent's saber with a strong sword, he directly pounced on it and had a savage collision with the devil squadron leader.

Boom!

Li Zhao was at least half a head taller than the other party, and under a bear hug, he was stunned to knock the other party to the ground with brute force.

At the same time as they fell to the ground, the two threw away their weapons almost simultaneously and fought with their bare hands.

Seeing that his squadron leader was beaten to the ground by the Chinese soldiers, several Japanese soldiers were shocked and wanted to rush over to help, but they were entangled by more than a dozen soldiers of the Jin Sui Army who were not afraid of death.

In the desperate fight, Li Zhao ignored the other party's choke by his neck, and his free hand was a random touch, and finally let him touch a stone on the ground.

"you. Target! ”

Bang, bang!

"Linen belt, linen belt ......."

Ignoring the other party's pleas for mercy, Li Zhao slammed the opponent's head one after another, and blood splashed until the other party was completely out of breath.

"Whew......."

Throwing away the stones full of red and white things, Li Zhao touched his pinched black and blue neck and gasped for breath. The unexpected death of the squadron leader finally made the surviving Japanese unable to hold on, and the tide receded like a tide in the shouting.

"Tuanza, Tuanza, are you okay?"

Several guards covered in blood stumbled over and helped Li Zhao, who was riding on the Japanese squadron leader, up.

Shaking his head gently, Li Zhao looked at the back of the Japanese soldier and said hoarsely:

"Hurry up and let everyone return to their positions, and the devil's shelling will be there."

……

At sunset, the Japanese mountain artillery once again played a lewd thief, wantonly biting the position on the hill.

In the earth-shattering explosion, the flames brought bursts of blood rain from time to time, harvesting the lives of innocent people.

After fifteen minutes of artillery bombardment, the Japanese again sent a squadron of troops to launch a second attack on Taerliang.

……

Ding Jiawa, 70th Division.

Amid the sound of the radio, the atmosphere of the entire division headquarters was unusually depressing.

As batches of heralds were sent out, Shi Ziyu's face became more and more difficult to look at.

In his heart, he already regretted that he didn't listen to Balu's advice.

When the Japanese bombardment and air raid on Taerliang, Shi Ziyu, who had always been lucky, suddenly sobered up. With years of self-consciousness on the bloody battlefield, Shi Ziyu knew that the devil was definitely not a small fight this time, but really targeted himself.

Moreover, the fact that the air force can be mobilized to help in the war shows that the Japanese army has mobilized the command force at the division and regiment level.

Looking at the handwritten letter left by Zhao Shixun on the table, Shi Ziyu slammed his fist on the table.

"Master! I want to see the teacher! ”

"Panic what! Who wants to see me? ”

Before Shi Ziyu could finish speaking, a herald with a bloody face had already run in.

As soon as he rushed into the headquarters, the herald ran to Shi Ziyu's side in a few steps, and knelt down with a bang.

"Master! The Japanese army raided Taerliang, hurry up and save our regiment, it's too late. ”

……

The sun is setting, and the remnant sun is like blood.

On the tower beams, there were mutilated corpses of soldiers on both sides.

The already sparsely vegetated mountaintop was completely plowed into a bare black scorched earth by artillery fire, giving people the illusion of black soil in the northeast.

In the smoke of gunpowder, Li Zhao sat wearily on the edge of a crater, waiting for the soldiers to bandage the wound on his head.

Raising his right hand and rummaging through his pocket, Li Zhao struggled to take out his cigarette case.

With a slight press, the silver-plated cigarette case flicked open, revealing the few remaining cigarette rolls inside.

took out one and put it in his mouth, Li Zhao casually picked up a dead branch that was ignited by artillery fire from his side, put it to his mouth and borrowed a fire.

"Whew......."

Taking a deep breath and exhaling a puff of smoke comfortably, Li Zhao looked at the corpses around him and grinned miserably.

In less than two hours, the devil launched three squadron-level attacks in a row, and the interval between each time was no more than ten minutes.

This wave-like wave attack was the most commonly used tactic of the Japanese army, and the purpose was to give the opponent a sense of continuous attack and not give the opponent the slightest respite.

Li Zhao is too familiar with this tactic. Devils are notoriously dull in tactics, and an infantry drill is eager to use it for a lifetime.

However, it was this kind of 10,000-year-old unchanging dispatch that made Li Zhao almost lose his position.

Fortunately, at the last moment, a battalion of 300 people sent by Shi Ziyu finally arrived in time, which allowed Li Zhao to successfully repel the most threatening wave of Japanese attacks with difficulty.

The Japanese retreated, leaving behind more than 200 corpses of devils on the ground.

And Li Zhao, although they held their positions dangerously, they paid the price of more than twice the casualties of the devils.

Now, with the addition of an additional battalion, there are less than 400 people on the tower beam who can fight. What's worse is that Li Zhao and they don't have much ammunition.

As it got late, Li Zhao estimated that today's attack on the devil would end there.

Nowadays, there are Japanese troops on the north side and the east and west sides of Taerliang, and only a passage of less than a kilometer is left on the south side to connect with Dingjiawa.

After smoking three cigarettes in a row, Li Zhao put away the pen and rubbed his face vigorously, and then folded a crumpled letter on his knee.

He knew that he had to make a decision, otherwise when it dawned tomorrow, he would not be able to withdraw even if he wanted to.

"Herald!"

"Tuanza, what are your orders?"

Pursing his lips, Li Zhao stared at the other party's eyes and said word by word:

"You go back to the division headquarters immediately, and hand over this letter to the division seat by hand, and you must hand it over to him yourself!"

"Yes!"

……

At dusk, near the Fengjia River.

Not long after walking along Yangjialing in the northwest direction, Zhao Shixun and the others met a large Japanese puppet army.

This unit was the Sasaki Infantry Brigade under the Takeuchi Wing under the 69th Division, and the puppet army that followed them was a battalion of the newly formed 33rd Brigade in the Yuncheng area.

With the faint light of dusk, Zhao Shixun and the others quietly hid in the dense forest on the hillside near the Fengjia River Valley, and they didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere.

"Lao Zhao, there are too many devils, and this team is almost impossible to see."

Zhou Yu carefully hid in a bush, and his tone of voice trembled a little.

"Well...... four infantry squadrons, one heavy machine gun squadron, ......, should be a fully loaded thousand-man infantry brigade!"

Slowly putting down his glasses, Zhao Shixun took out the map and looked at it, frowning deeply.

"It seems that the little devil is going to surround Ding Jiawa from the west, Shi Ziyu and they are going to have an accident."

Hearing this, he looked at Zhao Shixun with a shocked face, and Zhou Yu whispered with a pale face:

"Isn't the Xiaobeishan position west of Dingjiawa garrisoned by troops of the 70th Division? It shouldn't be so easy for the Japanese to make a detour to Dingjiawa, right? ”

"Hehe......."

With a stiff smile, Zhao Shixun put away the map.

"The strength of the 70th Division defending on Xiaobei Mountain is not even a battalion, how can it withstand the attack of an infantry brigade of devils."

"Huh? ......, then, wouldn't they be in danger tonight!"

Looking at the nervous Zhou Yu, Zhao Shixun moved his stiff neck, and then gently leaned against a tree and sat down.

"Don't worry, with what I know about the little devils, they won't easily start a night battle when they have an absolute advantage in firepower.

In Japanese military thinking, night fighting is a trick used only by the weaker side. They will only block the area around Xiaobeishan now, block the possible evacuation route of the 70th Division, and then wait for tomorrow dawn to launch a general attack and eat the remnants of the 70th Division in one fell swoop. ”

"Huh?! …… So what do we do? ”

Glancing around, Zhao Shixun leaned against the trunk of the tree and narrowed his eyes.

"The second platoon is responsible for guarding, and the others hurry up to rest, and everything will be talked about when it gets dark."

…… To be continued, ask for collection, ask for recommendation!

(End of chapter)