Everywhere there was the explosion of grenades, the shouts of killing as the ground shook and the screams of bullets in a storm......

Only the battlefield can make such a sound, and only the sound of the battlefield can be so moving. It's like a huge band, plucking different notes, coming from different directions, converging on this open-air stage to play a spectacular battlefield symphony.

Accompanied by heartbreaking and chilling music, thousands of gorgeous streamers shuttle back and forth, reflecting each other, setting off the red night sky.

A huge wave of air rose into the sky, stirring up darkness between the heavens and the earth. The mist emitted by the blood, sweat and dust, the splendid, black-red, violently opened, and instantly extinguished flames stood up in the flames of the dignity of the nation and the desperate fighting spirit to resist aggression.

Under the desperate and stubborn resistance of the enemy, the Eighth Route Army paid a lot of casualties.

A platoon of assault teams led by Platoon Commander Feng, under the cover of darkness, suddenly rushed out of the outer trenches, erected a wooden ladder prepared in advance on the blockade ditch in front of the turret, rushed over, and at the cost of more than half of the casualties, approached the turret, blew open the iron gate, and rushed in.

The fight was fierce outside, and the fight was fierce inside.

Most of these commandos carried short guns or a ring of grenades around their waists, which they used to attack fortifications.

Entering the turret, the dozen or so men fired fiercely, eliminating the enemies on the ground floor, and then attacked upwards along the ladder.

Matsumoto commanded his subordinates to fire frantically, condescendingly blocking the Eighth Route Army approaching the turret, but the battle that broke out inside the turret caught him by surprise and panicked.

He clearly knew that if the fortified commanding heights of the turret were lost, there would be no hope of a turnaround.

So, when Platoon Commander Feng led his men to occupy the ground floor and the second turret, Matsumoto ordered to blow up the stairs and throw grenades downward.

Boom, boom, boom...... There were several loud bangs, which shook the earth and shook the turret.

The gunfire of the battle inside stopped, and smoke and dust erupted from the shooting holes. There was a pause. The machine guns on the third to fifth floors of the turret once again spewed out tongues of fire, and the mortars on the roof of the turret also began to bombard, in order to completely close the offensive route of the Eighth Route Army.

"Hey!" Head Zheng slapped him the thigh. Could it be that a well-planned battle that is about to succeed will fall short, and in the end it will be a lose-lose result?

"Lao Zheng." Political Commissar Shen grabbed Regiment Leader Zheng's arm, gritted his teeth and said, "I will lead the second company to attack from the side, and I can't give up at this time." ”

Commander Zheng looked at the eager and angry eyes of his old comrades-in-arms, shook his head vigorously, and said in a deep voice: "No, you can't go up." I immediately ordered the second company to attack, and at any cost, I would definitely be able to take the turret. ”

Unless they have to do it themselves, they don't want their troops to bear heavy responsibilities and suffer casualties. But now, the moment of truth has come to either give up halfway or take a desperate gamble.

Two connected to the command, immediately running forward. Roundabout to the side of the colony. It's a reserved trick that no one wants to use, but now they have to use it.

Inside the turret, Platoon Commander Feng slowly woke up, and the fierce sound of gunfire made him quickly realize that there was an all-out attack outside, and many comrades-in-arms were braving the rain of bullets and bullets to approach the turret.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and debris and pieces of wooden planks were everywhere. The staircase was broken, which also prevented Platoon Commander Feng and the others from attempting to continue the attack.

What to do? Platoon Commander Feng struggled to remove the debris from his body and leaned against the wall of the turret panting. The turret is strong and cannot be destroyed without an explosive* pack.

And they, as commandos, did not carry. Slowly collect all the grenades, not to mention the long time dragged on, and it is not very sure whether the cluster grenades can blow up the turret.

The air was dirty, the smoke and dust were very heavy, Platoon Commander Feng stretched out his hand and scratched randomly, and suddenly touched a horse lamp, his eyes suddenly widened, and an idea came to him.

Da Da Da ...... The superiority is indeed great, the devils are shooting desperately, and the most threatening mortars are on the top of the turret.

In order to increase the firepower, Matsumoto transferred several more grenadiers to make up for the blind spot in the mortar's range.

Boom, a grenade was thrown by the grenadier and landed under the wooden ladder, and the sawdust flew sideways, although the wooden ladder was not completely broken, it was also in danger.

Head Zheng and Political Commissar Shen couldn't help but sink in their hearts, and their brains couldn't help but spin rapidly.

Firelight? The firing hole on the first floor of the turret was bright and smokey, and then the firing hole on the second floor also lit up.

That's right, Platoon Commander Feng and a few soldiers lit a fire in the turret, and the oil in the horse lamp accelerated the spread of the fire. They kept throwing quilts, beds, and pieces of wood from the stairs on the fire, making the fire bigger and bigger.

Of course, it is not so easy to burn the devils, but the rising smoke will kill their dogs. At the very least, it will block their view and choke them into combat effectiveness.

On the third, fourth, and fifth floors, the rising smoke was pervasive, constantly encroaching on the space in the turret, and coming out of the cracks everywhere.

Screams, wails, and coughing echoed through the turret. Platoon Commander Feng gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and commanded the soldiers to drag a few unconscious comrades out of the turret and close the iron door.

The frenzied shooting became weaker and weaker, and the shooting holes turned into smoke-spewing chimneys, and the light of the original flashing shots gradually dimmed.

"It's over!" Matsumoto's eyes were full of tears, all smoked, and he was sad in his heart, knowing that he had completely failed.

Even if the smoke and flames would extinguish themselves due to the lack of combustibles, the view of the shooting hole would be blocked, and the enemy would definitely be approaching.

Either continue to let the fire expand, or destroy the turret with explosives, Matsumoto has already figured out a way for his opponent.

"Throw all weapons and ammunition into the fire, and never leave them for the enemy." Matsumoto howled, ordering the few remaining men.

Destroying weapons after defeat is a common trick of the devils. And then, there's all sorts of allegiances.

The shooting and bombardment of the turret stopped, and the devils who were choked by the smoke and lost their minds, or who were forced by Matsumoto, howled in despair and jumped down in twos and threes.

Sporadic gunfire rang out in the turret, not shooting outward, but ending one's own life.

Inside the turret, tongues of fire curled and swirled, dancing upwards like a whirlwind, as if they had life and consciousness. Smoke billowed as if a thick cloud soaked in smoke had descended to the ground.

It's over, the enemy is finished. Head Zheng and Political Commissar Shen exhaled a long breath in unison, looked at each other, and showed a smile of relief.

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The night grew thicker and thicker, as if darkness was approaching like a haze, as if darkness was rising from everywhere with the night air, and even flowing down from above.

And the gunfire of Siye made the enemy panic even more, and even the devil was suspicious, afraid of falling into an ambush.

But the predicament seemed to arouse the stubbornness of the devil officer, and he straightened his back, drew his command sword, pointed forward, and shouted: "Samurai, the time has come to serve His Majesty the Emperor, shake up the spirit of bushido......"

"Smack!" A single gunshot on the battlefield is not noticeable, but the effect is the sound of the gong of the end.

The devil officer's impassioned speech was abruptly interrupted, and he suddenly clutched his bleeding head and let out a terrible scream. Due to the distance, this shot was a little off, and only knocked out most of the guy's ears.

But this shot was enough, and another attack by the commander, another interruption of the commanding order, deprived the already chaotic enemy of the last fighting spirit.

Half of the devils after the break have died, and the role of coercion has been greatly reduced, and they all turn back to help and protect the chief. The Imperial Army, which was already frightened, immediately collapsed, and fled into the distance like frightened ducks.

The defeat was like a mountain, and the devil officer almost fainted in pain. Although he was unwilling, he also knew that only the dozen or so devils in his hands could not stop the momentum of defeat and escape.

Moreover, the Imperial soldiers around him also looked frightened and tired, and most of the day's fighting had exhausted their strength and fighting spirit.

"Retreat!" The devil officer gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and gave the final order in a pitch-shifting voice.

The retreat of the devils intensified the pace of the rout of the Imperial Army, and once everyone fled, no one would be left behind, and they could not afford to turn back and resist and fight for the survival of others.

responded to the sentence: can't you outrun the tiger, can't you outrun your companions?

Seeing that the enemy began to break and flee, Liu Biao and Zhao Tie jumped up almost at the same time and shouted loudly: "Comrades, rush, kill!" After shouting, he rushed out first.

Led by the leaders leading by example, the soldiers also shouted loudly and jumped up, charging and pursuing the fleeing enemy.

The roars of rushing and killing became louder and louder, and received more and more echoes, and the pursuing team continued to increase, and the momentum became more and more spectacular.

Anyone who has been on the battlefield knows that soldiers on the battlefield are easily hot-headed when charging and pursuing, and under the influence of the fanatical momentum of their companions around them, that is, once they enter the situation, they will rush forward desperately.

In terms of numbers, the enemy behind this palace has been greatly consumed, but a few converging pursuers have the advantage.

Moreover, the enemy has lost his fighting spirit and has become a lamb who only cares about fleeing, but the troops who have hastily met shouted to kill the heavens, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

That's right, after receiving a telegram from the county town asking for help, the enemies who were sweeping on both sides began to retreat, and they were all delayed by the attack.

The enemy did not expect that there were already guerrillas who had either taken cover or made a detour and ran behind them.

Of course, it was impossible to block it head-on, but the laying of mines and the delay in attacking and harassing caused the enemy who was eager to return to the aid suffered considerable losses.

But the enemy could not be unhurried and retreated while clearing mines. The county seat is already in danger, and they must pay the price and rush back reinforcements as quickly as possible.

With the Imperial Allies advancing on the road, leaving behind a part of the Imperial Army, the enemy began to rush forward regardless of the road.

The Eighth Route Army led by Liu Biao, as well as some of the guerrillas led by Zhao Tie, began to chase the enemy's tail and bite constantly.

The enemy behind the palace was weakened and frustrated by a rash return attack, and with heavy losses, it was finally difficult to resist the pursuit of the confluence.

But the difference in strength made Liu Biao and Zhao Tie not dare to chase too hard, seeing that they were not far from the enemy's brigade, they hurriedly stopped and continued to keep their distance.

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The stormy slap hit the devil officer staggering, and the freshly bandaged wound on half of his face oozed blood again, and the pain made him almost faint, but he stood up again, bowed his head and subconsciously said, "Hayi, Haii!" ”

The devil commander glared at the fierce eyes, temporarily restrained his hand, and shouted: "Lost your troops and fled in embarrassment, you have lost the face of the Empire's * soldiers." ”

"Hello!" The devil officer has nothing to justify, only repeats this.

"Shame, running away in embarrassment, it's really a shame for the * soldiers of the empire!" The devil commander roared, raised his hand high, hesitated, and waved violently, "In the face of unfavorable circumstances, it is the duty of the samurai to fight to the death, and to raise the soul of Yamato, and to serve His Majesty the Emperor." ”

"Your Excellency." The devil officer's face was distorted, and he didn't know if it was pain, or shame or sadness in his heart, "I am willing to apologize for my sins with death-"

The devil commander waved his hand and interrupted the devil officer's words, "The enemy chasing after him is just a miscellaneous army, how much strength can it have?" Your task is to keep them on guard, to force them not to approach them, rather than to chase them down and try to destroy them. ”

After a pause, he continued: "Underestimating the enemy's situation, not thinking about things, and taking improper measures will be taken advantage of by the enemy and cause such a fiasco. Are you worthy of the fallen Imperial warriors? ”

At the mention of his dead companions and men, the devil officer hung his head, sad in his heart, and a few tears rolled down his cheeks.

After a while, the commander's face was grim, his head was held high, and he shouted: "They have all become gods, why do you want to be depressed and depressed? ”

The devil officer suddenly raised his head and looked at the commander, his face was already distorted, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Your Excellency, please allow the lowly to take the crime and make meritorious service, and the lowly duty will definitely avenge the imperial warriors who have become gods, and use the head of the Zhina people to sacrifice their heroic spirits!" ”

Several other devils also raised their heads and looked at the commander when they heard the news, their eyes were full of desire to fight again, and their whole bodies seemed to have been burned with hatred.

The devil commander felt the burning gaze of the devils, nodded appreciatively for their strong morale and strong desire to fight, and said in a deep voice: "It is necessary to avenge the fallen imperial warriors, but not now. Not to raise troops out of anger, nor to dispatch when the situation is unclear, the art of war of the people of China is still very desirable. ”

After a pause for a long time, seeing that the devils all lowered their heads, the devil officer continued: "Now, our most important task is to return to the county seat as soon as possible, and surround and destroy the enemies attacking the county seat, not to entangle here. As he spoke, he slammed his palm downwards as if he had cut off his enemy's head.

"Hello!" The devils stood up and bowed their heads, awe-inspiring to obey orders.

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