The whole position was so quiet that you could hear the sound of a pounding heartbeat, whether it was the ** New Fourth Army or the militia of the county brigade and district squad, everyone's heart was tightened, and the weapons in their hands were also sweating, and their eyes were staring at the front, for fear that if they made any mistake, they would lose Su Peng's life, and the air of the entire battlefield seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Eighty meters, sixty meters, forty meters, ** and the hearts of the officers and soldiers of the New Fourth Army all rose to their throats, and the Japanese army also began to act, five soldiers walked out from behind the people with bright bayonets, and approached Su Peng step by step, it seems that they want to capture Su Peng alive, the commander of the Japanese army is not stupid, a living ** major general, far more valuable than a dead one.

Twenty meters. Su Peng suddenly shouted: "Get down!" ”

The Japanese army was stunned, obviously didn't understand what Su Peng was shouting? The frightened people didn't react for a while, and looked at Su Peng in a daze.

"Get down! Get down! Su Peng shouted hoarsely twice in a row, and threw himself on the ground like a demonstration, and the common people finally understood, no matter how many seven twenty-one lay on the ground one after another, thousands of Japanese soldiers were exposed in an instant.

Almost at the same time, all kinds of weapons on the mountain sounded like a storm, and the bullets poured down on the Japanese army as if they didn't want money, and the Japanese soldiers who had not had time to lie down suddenly had the remnants of the load fluttering in the wind and rain. In an instant, there was not a single person standing on the battlefield. Immediately, the sound of killing cries swept down the hillside.

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Whether it is **, the New Fourth Army or the militia of the county brigade and district squad, they charged down the mountain like crazy, everyone knows that the devils have not died because of this round of strafing, and the people are still under the threat of death, only by separating them from the devils as quickly as possible, annihilating the devils on the battlefield, and sending them to the trenches, they can be regarded as truly safe, because even if the devils do not ambush the soldiers, this round of artillery attacks must be indispensable.

As for **, not to mention, their division commander is still in a dangerous situation. One by one, they barely touched the ground, and several of them even rolled directly down the mountain because they were weightless from running. Rushing to the front were Hu Zhankui and Su Peng's personal guards, all of their faces were white, and the beads of sweat on their foreheads were raining.

Hu Zhankui ran to the place where Su Peng was lying down, and suddenly his feet were weak, and he could see clearly on the mountain, the division seat was lying down here, and this person was actually gone.

"Quick, scatter and find!" Hu Zhankui howled at the guards who had caught up, his voice had changed tone.

On the battlefield, the Japanese soldiers who survived the catastrophe had already gotten up from the ground, still dragging the civilians on the ground as shields, shooting and retreating. The offensive was already impossible, and it was only hoped that it would be held out until reinforcements arrived. But not all the common people cooperate with them, it is not their son and husband who are in the mountains, how can they let the little devil put the gun on their shoulders and hurt their loved ones.

An old man in his sixties with gray hair and beard grabbed the barrel of a Japanese soldier's gun and raised it high, allowing the Japanese soldier's suede shoes to kick him in the mouth, but he didn't let go.

And another slightly younger old man, the Japanese army had kicked him to the ground, but the barrel of the gun was still tightly hugged by him in front of Xiong, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at his Xiong chamber, and on his Xiong mouth, blood had soaked his white homespun clothes, the old man clenched his teeth, the corners of his mouth leached with traces of blood, his eyes were empty, and he had died. But he let the hideous-looking little devil kick and drag him along, and with all his strength, he still couldn't pull out the gun in the old man's hand.

Not far from the old man, a pregnant woman with a big belly was lying in a pool of blood, and she was biting a bloody yellow cloth strip in her mouth, which was the same color as the Japanese army's uniform. She occasionally looked up at the adults around her who were fighting in ping-pong, and she couldn't understand why no one took care of her, even her grandparents, uncles and uncles who usually loved her. Two lines of tears ploughed through her dirty but incomparably immature face, and a pair of originally beautiful big eyes were full of helplessness and panic at the moment, which was heartbreaking.

There are also young and strong ordinary people, who pick up the 38 big covers on the ground as sticks, and greet the devil with a head and face, but obviously, even if they have brute force, they are no match for well-trained Japanese soldiers, and they fall under the enemy's bayonets in three moves and two styles.

But there are also miracles, in the center of the crowd, a person covered in blood, hideous and terrifying, holding a three-eight big cover, dancing and whirring and the water splashes in, suddenly standing a gun left and right stabbing, every time someone must lie down, like the god of war possessed all the way into the realm of no one. The surrounding Japanese troops avoided one after another, and a large encirclement was formed in an instant, perhaps because they were surrounded by their own people, although the Japanese troops were holding guns in their hands, no one chose to shoot, for fear of accidentally injuring their own people.

The bloody man suddenly stopped the pursuit, stood at the gun, looked up to the sky and smiled.

"Hahaha! It's a fucking pleasure, hahaha?? Come on, little devil! Grandpa tells you what a soldier is, what is an iron-blooded soldier! Hahaha"

Suddenly, someone in the Japanese army screamed miserably in Chinese: "Skinned butcher!" ”

The bloody man turned his face to look at the sound, and wherever the tiger's eyes went, a Japanese soldier suddenly turned white, cold sweat fell like rain, his feet were soft, and he fell to the ground, and then let out a terrifying scream, and fled down the mountain with a rolling belt.

This Japanese soldier is the interpreter who escaped from Mahuiling, he saw Su Peng peel the wing captain Suzuki Masao alive, but he was far away at the beginning and did not see his face clearly, but he was very familiar with Su Peng's laughter, almost every nightmare, he was awakened by this laughter, and his already fragile nerves completely collapsed at this moment.

Su Peng's voice instantly led the ** soldiers over, Hu Zhankui rushed into the encirclement first, and then more than a dozen guards also rushed in and surrounded Su Peng, but Su Peng suddenly fell on his back without any warning at this time, and the call of the mountain and tsunami sounded.

"Master, Master!"

Soon, a large army from the mountains arrived, and another round of sweeps of the Japanese army was carried out, separating the common people. The militiamen of the county brigade and the district squad took the initiative to take on the rescue mission, as long as they wore the clothes of the common people, whether they were standing or lying down, they were dragged and carried, which was used quickly and which kind, and only when they arrived on the mountain could they be considered temporarily safe.

Just when everyone was sparing no effort to clean up the remnants, a shocking shout suddenly came from the bottom of the mountain.

"Kill the chicken!"

"Kill the chicken!"