Sangou sent an order: "Everyone, don't go to the side of the road to run the devils who are paralyzed on the ground, someone will follow behind and kill those devils, the seventh company concentrates on physical strength and don't fall behind, and all the troops that bite the devils will not let go." ”

After catching up with Erlidi again, there were constantly small groups of devils falling behind, and after a burst of gunfire from the Seventh Company, a large number of devils fell.

Some of the devils are not dead, they are still rolling on the ground, and the three dogs still tell everyone to ignore them, go beyond the attack, and surpass these devils.

In fact, at this time, most of the people in the Seventh Company have also reached a period of physical strength, and everyone obviously feels that they can't breathe, and their steps are heavy and abnormal.

But at this time, it is the most critical time, because the devil also has this phenomenon, and you can see the scene of the devil not far ahead.

The devil was also dragging his heavy steps, like an old lady running, slowly and shaking his body, like a snail, moving forward with difficulty.

At this time, just like the professional boxing match reached the final twelfth meeting, the fists of the two were weak and weak, but even if they were hit by such a fist on the body, it was very uncomfortable, because the body's endurance was greatly reduced.

The devil kept people falling on the side of the road, either vomiting blood or convulsions, and the Seventh Company was now running hard for dozens of minutes, and it was almost time to lose sight of running.

Because the three dogs were going to attack the devil at night yesterday, they memorized the map of the plains here, knowing that they should have reached the boundary of the Yellow House now, because there was a river in front of them.

Good guy, this chase has been chased out of fifteen miles, no wonder everyone is tired like dogs, and the devil is chased to vomit blood.

Not to mention ordinary people, it is a strong warrior, after a high-intensity stab fight, there are very few people who can still run fifteen miles, either superman or iron man.

And the Seventh Company, almost more than a hundred iron men, but the iron men also have a time when they reach the limit, the three dogs issued an order at this time, the last section of the road, cross this group of devils, seize the bridge head of the small river in front, and today's pursuit mission is over.

Hearing that they were going to run, everyone's hearts were shocked, and they immediately rushed forward desperately, and the final sprint suddenly caught up with the devil, and the soldiers overtook a large number of the devils.

The devils who were desperately and slowly escaping together turned around and looked at this group of strange Chinese soldiers strangely, why did they run so desperately? Could it be that they have also been attacked in some way? Why didn't they attack us?

The devils, who ran in pain, did not want to think about this strange thing, nor did they care about this group of Chinese soldiers, anyway, they are not attacking us now, and we are not wasting time on them.

In case the two sides fight and become entangled, as soon as the Chinese soldiers of the large army catch up, they will have to finish the game, so it is a very correct choice for the devil not to fight the seventh company.

Unless the Seventh Company attacks them now, they will be forced to fight back, and after crossing this Huanglou River, they will immediately arrive at Han Daokou, where there is a base camp of devils, and no matter how stupid the Chinese soldiers are, they will not dare to catch up.

Sangou came to this river, and he also knew very well that the opposite side of the river was the base camp of the devils in Han Daokou, and if he chased further, the entire Seventh Company would be sent to the tiger's mouth.

So the final place of pursuit was at the bridgehead of the river in Huanglou Luozhuang, although I saw that a large number of devils had fled across the small bridge to Han Daokou, but there were still some devils who had been left behind by the Seventh Company.

As soon as Sangou arrived at this small bridge, he immediately called for people to seize the position of the bridgehead, and the troops were deployed to both sides, and the tail of the team turned back and established a blocking position on the spot.

As soon as the two of them heard the order of the three dogs, they collapsed to the ground as soon as their feet became weak, and they couldn't catch it in one breath, gasping loudly, and their chests fell very hard together.

"Don't lie down right away, help him sit up quickly, it's better to get up and walk slowly." The monk shouted as he ran over, it was too late.

There is no condition and time to do the soothing action after a strenuous long-distance run, the bolt is fine, being helped up and sitting, and being picked up in one breath, but his face is pale.

And with a root, it is not good, even if he is helped up and sitting, his chest is still rising and falling violently, panting loudly, suddenly coughing, and a large mouthful of blood spit out.

The monk arrived immediately, and immediately massaged Yougen's chest with his hands, helping him to smooth out a breath, and after a while, Yougen followed the monk's movements, but fortunately he smoothed out a breath, and this life was saved.

A platoon of the Seventh Company was at the end of the line, 400 meters away from the bridge, and set up a temporary blocking position, and when everyone heard that they had stopped, they could not stop falling to the ground.

Just as everyone dragged their weak bodies to climb to the preset blocking position, as soon as the gun was set up, Erfu lowered his head, and the whole person fell to the ground, and his head could no longer be raised.

Poor Erfu, when he was about to see the devil, he could shoot the devil, but he died silently, no one knew about it at that time, and it was only after the war that he knew that Erfu ran to his death.

There are thousands of kinds of sacrifices, and Erfu is also one, although he followed everyone for more than ten miles, but he did not kill a single devil, but his sacrifice was also glorious and great.

Not every sacrifice has to be in the scene of killing the enemy, as long as you are doing something anti-Japanese, even if it is in the rear, even if it is a non-remarkable thing, as long as you sacrifice, you are all heroes.

Erfu, Zeng Jiayao, 74th Battalion, 7th Company, 1st Platoon, 3rd Class, 3rd Battalion, 153rd Brigade, 51st Division, 51st Division, 3rd Class, Loudi, Hunan, died in Luozhuang, Huanglou, Dangshan, on May 14, 27th year of the Republic of China, at the age of 18.

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Just as the Seventh Company was arranging a temporary blocking position in a row, a large group of devils were staggering and dragging their heavy bodies and staggering.

"Hit again! Don't waste bullets. ”

A platoon of Chang Xiucai shouted while attacking first, shooting the forehead of the devil in the front, who had been running like a dog, and now he was shot in the forehead, as if he had been hit in the head, and he was beaten backwards.

Since the distance was only about 100 meters, the huge impact of the 7.92 bullet of the official rifle actually penetrated the steel helmet on the back of the devil's head, and with a stream of blood, it flew hard for a distance before it fell to the ground.

Almost at the same time as the devil was shot in the forehead, the sharpshooters in a row also began to hunt for the devil's life, and the sound of crackling rifle shots was like a terrifying call from hell.

The devil in front was so tired that he didn't have time to lie down, and immediately it was like being named, and when he was named, he felt that he had fallen, and the devil in the back reacted and fell to the ground in despair.

After crossing this river, there is life, but now, the only small bridge is blocked by Chinese soldiers, and the distance between life and death is such a seemingly unreachable but short journey, can it not make people despair.