Su Yan and the others thought that they would not be able to escape the devil's grasp, but at this critical moment, who knew that suddenly something happened to their ears.

Before they could react, the ghost soldiers who rushed towards them with their teeth and claws had all fallen in a pool of blood, and those who were not dead were still struggling and fluttering, and they couldn't survive.

Su Yan turned her head to look, and in the smoke of gunpowder, a group of guerrilla officers and soldiers covered in gray dust and blood stains were rushing over quickly, and the leader was Yang Ling, the commander of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps that she had seen at the head of the world.

Yang Ling also noticed Su Yan, with short black ear-length hair, tears still lingering on her dusty face, and a pair of big eyes looking at her, revealing a surprise of being in a desperate situation.

Yang Ling only glanced at Su Yan, and now he didn't have time to catch up, so he quickly moved his gaze to the male reporter who was shot in the leg.

"Medic, medics, bandage this gentleman, leave a squad to treat the wounded and escort them out of the city! The rest of me followed. ”

After shouting behind him, he immediately led his brothers to quickly cross Su Yan and them, and pounced on those devils who were shot and fluttered on the ground.

Seeing Yang Ling directly rushing towards the devil, Su Yan came back to her senses, turned her head to look, and Yang Ling, who had just saved her, coldly ordered: "Don't leave any of them, kill them all!" ”

"Huh! Clear! ”

Xue Liang's bayonet stabbed, streams of blood rushed out, and between the scarlet, the female reporter Su Yan couldn't help but close her eyes, not daring to look at this bloody scene, but she had no reason, and felt a burst of happiness in her heart.

Yang Ling quickly disappeared into the street with the brothers, and the brothers of the remaining class quickly bandaged the people who had been injured by the devil's bullets on the street, and beckoned the people who were hiding to carry them out of the city with the door panels.

"Sir Yang, they won't be in danger, right?"

Reporter Su Yan was urged by a brother to hurry out of the city, he looked back at Yang Ling and the direction in which they had disappeared, and became worried about Yang Ling and them.

"Don't worry, the bullet that wants to kill our chief hasn't been made yet." The brother blurted out.

After hearing this, the frightened Su Yan couldn't help but almost laugh, and asked curiously: "Who said this, bullets don't have eyes on the battlefield, how do you know that the bullet that killed your commander hasn't been made yet?" ”

"We said it personally from Chief Yang." This brother glanced at reporter Su Yan and complained: "You reporters don't want to die, the devils have all called, and you dare to stay here in such a mess, if we don't kill you back, your life will definitely be gone." ”

"Let's go, send you out of the city, we still have to follow our Chief Yang to kill the devil." The brother urged impatiently.

When Su Yan and the others were escorted out of the city, Yang Ling had already led his brothers out along the streets and alleys.

The battle in the city was fierce, and the first battalion commander blacksmith, the deputy captain Zhang Liechen, the fourth battalion commander Liu Zhi and others were all blocked in the city by devils.

Countless chaotic devil infantry squads and infantry detachments are constantly interspersed and infiltrated, occupying the commanding heights and trying to divide and surround and eliminate the guerrillas in the city.

Although the guerrilla troops in the city rushed left and right, the little devils had purposefully seized some commanding heights, and they could control a large area with a single machine gun, which made the guerrilla brothers in the city fall into a passive state, and the situation became more and more serious.

"Bang!"

A brother hid behind the ruins and pulled the trigger across the smoky street.

A ghost soldier who was flying over the rubble was immediately hit by the impact of the bullet, and immediately fell to the ground spasmodically.

"Boom!"

The brother pulled the bolt of the gun with a bang, and as soon as he exited the cartridge case, he heard a boom, and a grenade landed less than a meter beside him and exploded.

The scorching wave of air immediately overturned the brother, and the shattered rubble and debris covered the brother with dust, and the brother's head hung limply and died.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu!"

A brother rushed from behind him and turned the brother covered in smoke and dust, and when he saw that he was out of breath, his eyes turned red.

"Puff-"

The devil's bullet struck and swept through the broken wall that had been blown out of the gap, sending a cloud of smoke and dust to the ground.

The red-eyed brother gently lowered the dead brother, and the bullet was loaded against the broken wall, taking over the blocking position.

Three more little devils jumped over on the rubble, and one of them was holding a melon in his hand.

The brother heard the sound of the devil stepping on the rubble, judged the distance of the devil, and gently unscrewed the bottom cover of the grenade in his hand.

As soon as the devils scurried under the broken wall, one of the devils was about to throw a grenade over the broken wall, when a grenade fell straight from the sky and landed at their feet.

The devil's melon grenade is relatively well-made, and it can be thrown out with a delay of a few seconds after a bump, but the homemade grenade is different, and the detonation time is shorter.

"Boom!"

In the scorching and tumbling explosion waves, the three devils who fell behind the broken wall were directly blown into the air, and then fell heavily into the rubble, one of the devils who was covered in smoke was not dead, struggling to get up.

"Poof!"

As soon as the devil struggled, a bullet flying from the wooden tower in the distance sank into his body, and the devil fluttered twice and did not move.

The guerrilla officers and soldiers trapped in the city relied on courtyards, ruins and labyrinthine neighborhoods to engage in street battles with the little devils.

Although many brothers were surrounded by devils, and the straight-line distance between them was only a few tens of meters, or even separated by several walls, they could not converge and could only spend time with the little devils in the ruins.

The little devils thought that they would be eliminated soon as they divided and surrounded these guerrilla officers, but they found that they were wrong.

Because the brothers of the guerrillas had a strong will to fight, they calmed down after being encircled, and fired at the devils who rushed in one by one, and the casualties of the devils began to increase.

At this moment, the ruins where the guerrillas and soldiers are hidden are like traps, waiting for the little devils to drill into them.

Although the devils bombarded with grenadiers, and even transferred the Type 92 infantry guns to shoot directly, even if they bombarded some courtyards where the targets were hidden, when their infantry went up to prepare to mend the knife, there were always bullets coming out from different places.

"How many more brothers do we have?"

The blacksmith, the commander of the first battalion, whose faces were covered with slimy dust mixed with blood, occupied the area of the flour mill, and had been fighting with the devil for almost an hour.

"With the stragglers we just gathered, we still have thirty-six heads, but we are facing the street with people from the third battalion, and they seem to have more than ten people." A platoon commander reported.

"Okay, let the brothers stop getting together and let people serve a pot, find a place to ambush and fight the devil by yourself, let's delay here for a while, so that more people can escape from the city." The blacksmith said murderously.