"Okay, then we will fight hard, and we will fight for you for an hour!"

Platoon Commander Yue roared, and the soldiers in the entire platoon also roared in unison, and everyone's faces were full of determination.

They knew that they would be torn to shreds by that whole wing of Japanese troops, and they were afraid, but they would never back down, because they understood that this was their mission!

Some people even feel that maybe they have been waiting for this moment since they were born.

Qiu Qianyu carried Political Commissar Deng, opened his mouth and wanted to say take care, but in the end he didn't say anything, and then turned around and strode away, but when he left Hunyuan City, his eyes were red and tears were dripping.

"If you're afraid, go away......"

Platoon Commander Yue watched Qiu Qianyu carrying Political Commissar Deng running in the wilderness and walking away, and only after a long time did he turn back and smile at the trembling militiamen: "Scared? ”

The militiamen grinned, but their faces were uglier than crying.

After all, they have only been a militia for a few days, but now they have to drive ducks to the shelves to fight with the little devils, and they are also a wing of Japanese cavalry, they can't be afraid of it, and now they haven't been scared to pee their pants, which is already a miracle.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, who isn't afraid of death?"

Platoon Commander Yue said with a smile: "But we have an old saying, death is lighter than a feather, and there is also heavier than Mount Tai, at this juncture when the country is ruined, it is heavier than Mount Tai to die for the country and the nation!" ”

"Yes, yes, heavier than Mount Tai......"

"Anyway, living people are not like people and ghosts, so it's better to fight with the little devils......"

Some of the militiamen screamed by the neck, but many more hung their heads and their eyes flashed like frightened rabbits.

"If you want to go, you can go, no one will blame you, you should ......"

Platoon Commander Yue said, and roared: "Those who are not afraid of death, who want to contribute to our compatriots and our children and grandchildren, follow me - let those little devils see, we Chinese, not all of us are afraid of death, and we also have backbone......"

With that, he raised his arms and shouted and rushed towards the low city wall.

"Come on, let the little devils see, they are all big men, not they can bully if they want to!"

"It's all two shoulders and a head, who's afraid of whom......"

Dozens of soldiers roared in unison, staring at the blood-red eyes and rushing forward with Platoon Commander Yue, their roars were full of wild power, and people couldn't help but boil their blood.

"Mom. Yes, Lao Tzu fought with them! ”

Thirty or forty militiamen screamed and roared, brandishing pikes and darts after them, their blood-red eyes and veins on their necks exposed, like a flock of mad beasts.

There were also many militiamen who quietly retreated, as if they wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into, because they found how humble and small they were at this moment.

Even if they keep telling themselves that they are not afraid of death, they just don't want to die, but these can't convince themselves at all.

The rumbling hooves were like a mountain and a tsunami towards Hunyuan After all, the entire small county seemed to be trembling.

I don't know how many people screamed and closed the doors and windows, hid under the beds and shivered, begging the Bodhisattva to bless them to live.

At the head of the city, Platoon Commander Yue and those soldiers and civilians looked at the Japanese cavalry swept over like a dragon, their eyes were round with anger, and their teeth were gritted loudly.

It wasn't until they reached a few hundred meters outside the city that the Japanese cavalry slowly stopped, and a translator rode forward and shouted: "Listen, the people in the city will hand over the high-ranking officials of the Eighth Route from Yan'an, and spare you from death, otherwise you ......will be killed."

"Dream - if you want to kill us, then come......"

Platoon Commander Yue and dozens of soldiers and militiamen screamed in unison, and someone pulled the trigger fiercely, and the bullets whistled and grazed the interpreter's body, frightening the other party to get off the horse and run away with his head in his arms.

"Baga, since you don't eat and drink in the toast, then don't be polite to them!"

The cavalry wing commander Yamano smiled evilly, slowly pulled out his saber and pointed forward: "Give you twenty minutes, step on Hunyuan - kill ......"

Boom, boom......

More than a dozen mortars opened fire in unison, and the machine guns kept strafing, and half of the source trembled in the smoke of gunpowder.

"Kill ......"

With a wild roar, hundreds of war horses slowly accelerated under the cover of guns, like a rumbling train, ruthlessly crushing towards Hunyuan......

Qiu Qianyu was running wildly, and he jumped over, his eyes staring at the lonely mountain in front of him, as if no matter what was in front of him, he couldn't stop him from approaching the lonely mountain. The sound of gunfire behind him, he didn't seem to hear it at all, didn't look back, didn't hesitate, just every time the gunfire sounded, his eyes became a little redder, because he knew that Platoon Commander Yue and the others would probably die one more.

His breathing gradually became heavier, as if he had just been fished out of the river, he was tired, but he still persevered.

"Ah......h

Political Commissar Deng groaned, woke up from a coma, and after a short period of confusion, he knew what was going on, and said in a muffled voice: "Qianyu, let me down!" ”

Qiu Qianyu didn't seem to hear it, and continued to run forward, although Commissar Deng's body was getting heavier and heavier for him who was exhausted.

"Don't worry, I'm not going back......"

Political Commissar Deng listened to the sound of guns and cannons in the rear, and said sadly: "Platoon Commander Yue and the soldiers are desperately covering me to go, I won't waste their kindness, let me down, I can go myself......"

Hearing this, Qiu Qianyu let him go and said in a trembling voice: "They said they would fight for us for an hour......

"A whole wing of cavalry, they have a platoon, it is simply impossible to hold out for an hour - let's do it as soon as possible!"

Political Commissar Deng said, tightened his belt, and strode forward and ran wildly, a small man, but with the momentum of a tiger out of the cage, not like he was running for his life, but like he was hunting.

Sichuan Tiger ......

Qiu Qianyu remembered for no reason what people said about the Sichuan army, the Sichuan army is often malnourished and very small, and the political commissar Deng is also a Sichuan person, with a short stature typical of the Sichuan people, but he is also the same as other Sichuan troops, brave and fearless.

The small size of the body cannot hide the strength of their spirit at all.

In the direction of Hunyuan, by a small river, the soldiers of the reinforced battalion were drinking water by the river, panting violently, everyone was sweating, as if they had just been fished out of the water, everyone couldn't help but look at the direction of the stretcher, their faces were full of worry.

Because they found that their regiment commander may have been really crushed by his injuries this time, and he hasn't woken up for several hours, and he hasn't stopped talking nonsense all the way, saying anything like mobile phone or satellite positioning, they can't understand it at all.

They are even worried, those things may belong to the Hades Palace, the head of the regiment, has he already arrived in the Netherworld at this time?