Zhao Zilong and Zhang Long circled the camp and came to the vicinity of the exit on the right, where they saw those devils attacking the hiding place of Chen Shichao and the others step by step.

The two glanced at each other, and immediately launched a surprise attack behind the devil.

Zhang Long fired with a crooked machine gun, while Zhao Zilong fired a box cannon with his right hand and threw a grenade with his left hand.

Because they launched a surprise attack, those devils were beaten all at once.

After a dozen devil soldiers fell, the others fled in fright, freeing up an open space.

Zhao Zilong and Zhang Long quickly ran over to meet Chen Shichao and the others.

Chen Shichao and the others, who originally used a ditch as a trench defense line, were surrounded by devils and were in danger, but when they saw the gunshots and explosions behind the devils, the devils were in chaos, and then they saw two people in devil uniforms rushing over. When they were in doubt, they heard Zhang Long's shout, and then they knew that it was their own person.

Chen Shichao told Zhang Long and Zhao Zilong that the two teams that went to blow up the armored car were discovered by the devils, the two platoon commanders and four soldiers detonated the bombs, and the other six soldiers were chased and killed by the devils during the retreat.

Brother Zhao, what now? Zhang Long asked. Because Zhao Zilong took him to avoid and raid devils in the camp many times, and successfully blew up the cannon and arsenal, Zhang Long trusted the other party very much.

After quickly observing the surroundings, and then looking back at Zhang Long, Chen Shichao and the other three national-army troops, Zhao Zilong said in a deep voice while loading bullets: "You guys follow me and run over there." ”

After speaking, he pushed the magazine, stretched out his hand to the soldier who went to blow up the armored car and was shot in the foot, and it was inconvenient to walk stretched out his left hand, and said: "Come, I will help you run."

Zhang Long and the others followed closely behind Zhao Zilong and retreated in the direction of the position of the Nationalist Army in the southeast.

At this time, those devils were shouting from behind, and kept shooting in pursuit.

Everyone was constantly doing tactical evasion, turning around and shooting from time to time, while running desperately.

However, when Zhao Zilong led everyone to the vicinity of the front gate of the devil camp, he found a team of devils rushing out of the barracks.

Because the distance was less than a hundred meters, there was no way to dodge, Zhao Zilong and everyone immediately shot, and those devils also raised their guns to shoot.

In the melee, Chen Shichao and two other nationalist soldiers were unfortunately hit by bullets and fell to the ground at once.

"Brother!" Zhang Long shouted and immediately ran over to help Chen Shichao and another nationalist army, while Zhao Zilong immediately raised the box cannon and fired fiercely at all sides, and then helped the nationalist soldier with a wounded foot to run to the other nationalist soldier who was shot in the stomach.

In this way, Zhao Zilong and Zhang Long each ran with two wounded people, but they walked very slowly and were soon chased by the devils behind.

"Drop me, you run." Chen Shichao, who was shot in the thigh, immediately shook off Zhang Long's hand and shouted: "Zhang Long, we will be brothers again in the next life!" ”

As he spoke, he raised his machine gun, endured the pain, and screamed and fired fiercely at the devils who surrounded him.

"We'll cover your run!" Zhao Zilong helped the nationalist soldier who was shot in the stomach and shook his hand suddenly, he turned around and rushed up to shoot at the devils.

For a while, the gunshots rang out, and the devils couldn't dodge, and more than a dozen people fell down suddenly.

"Chen Shichao, brother......" Zhang Long shouted.

"Run!" Zhao Zilong pulled him suddenly.

Zhang Long woke up in shock, and immediately followed Zhao Zilong with the injured national army.

They had only run two or three kilometers before they heard two explosions from behind.

Looking back at the two fires, everyone's eyes were full of grief and indignation, but when they saw the devils chasing after them, they had to grit their teeth and run desperately.

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"Nani? You killed fifteen Shina soldiers? ”

When Kukugi heard the report, he was immediately happy, but when he thought of the damage to the camp, he couldn't help but have a bitter face, and shouted to the adjutant: "You, immediately send an urgent telegram asking the wing to provide artillery support. ”

When the adjutant was about to walk out, Kujiu Mu shouted again: "Wait, you can add one more point, saying that our brigade will definitely be able to capture the position of the people of China tomorrow at any cost."

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"Brother, are you back?"

When Zhao Zilong returned to the position with Zhang Long and the others, Wang Zhong and others greeted him.

Zhao Zilong's face was dark, he pursed his mouth, just nodded, and did not answer.

"Camp, we're back." Zhang Long said in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Hmm. It's good to be back. Wang Zhong looked at the four people with scars all over their bodies, and their faces were tired, and the feet of the two nationalist soldiers supported by Zhao Zilong and Zhang Long were tied with strips of cloth oozing blood, and he said in a low voice.

"Barracks, Platoon Commander Wu, they sacrificed their lives to blow up the devil's armored car......"

At this time, the national-army who was supported by Zhao Zilong choked up and told the story of their two teams of bombing armored vehicles.

Speaking of how they were exposed by the devil's light, two platoon commanders and four comrades-in-arms rushed out to blow up the armored car with a beam of ammunition desperately.

"They're all heroes, real men!" Wang Zhong looked in the direction of the enemy camp and said in a deep voice.

Everyone listened without speaking, silently looking into the distance.

"Brother Wang! I'm going to go out. At this time, Zhao Zilong raised his head, glanced at everyone, and then stared at Wang Zhong.

He was now holding a sullen breath in his heart, and it was very uncomfortable, because of his own mistakes, so the fifteen national-army soldiers could not come back.

"Brother, you don't have to blame yourself, this has nothing to do with you. They all volunteered to sacrifice for their country. Wang Zhong saw Zhao Zilong's thoughts at a glance and immediately comforted.

"Brother Zhao, it's dangerous for you to go alone!" Zhang Long also hurriedly persuaded.

"No!" Zhao Zilong shook his head and said resolutely: "I can kill more devils by myself." ”

After that, Zhao Zilong picked up the Zhongzheng rifle with a telescope, and then loaded the bullet bag on his belt with bullets.

"Camp, what should I do?" Zhang Long saw Zhao Zilong jump out of the trench and hurriedly asked.

"I believe in Brother Zilong, he can do it." Wang Zhong shook his head and said with some annoyance: "Brother Zilong is used to acting individually, I was wrong before, and I shouldn't force him to lead the team." ”

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Zhao Zilong ran for three or four kilometers in one go, and saw from a distance that there were still unextinguished fires on the devil's camp.

His brows furrowed, and after sensing that there was nothing abnormal around him, he immediately sat down, ate a biscuit, and meditated again.

Half an hour later, sensing that his physical strength had almost recovered, he immediately stood up, picked up the Zhongzheng rifle, and quietly approached the camp.

The watchtowers in the middle of the camp and at the back entrance of the devil's camp were lit up, and the devil soldiers were walking back and forth to clear the battlefield. Several patrols have also been added to the area.

"Little devil, your Grandpa Zhao is here!"

Seeing that there were a few more patrols around the camp, Zhao Zilong snorted lightly and quietly touched it.

Zhao Zilong, who has now regained his physical strength, walked alone, without the pressure of leading the team, and returned to his true character as an assassin, in this dark night, it was like diving into the sea.

About 500 meters away from the team of devils in the distance, Zhao Zilong squatted down, judged the wind direction and speed, and then picked up the Zhongzheng rifle, judged through the telescope, and aimed at a target.

Bang!

After a long silence in the night, suddenly the crisp sound of gunfire rang out again.

The high-speed flying bullet hit one of the ghost soldiers at the front at once.