readx; The pock-faced sergeant neatly straightened the belt of the "flower mechanism" and set off. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Liu Sihaiyang also seized the time to pick a hidden firing position for himself -- behind a pile of broken bricks and tiles on the floor slab on the second floor. In order to prevent the target from being exposed, he also took off the steel helmet on his head and gently placed it behind him.

Soon, the low roar of the engine and the huge sound of metal grinding and crashing came from the south along the road below. This voice Liu Sihaiyang is not unfamiliar with - it is said that the movement of the eight shells of the Iron Armor King himself.

He had heard it in the wild. In the streets of the city today, the sound is even more harsh as if it had been amplified by a trumpet.

Liu Sihaiyang frowned, temporarily took his eyes off the door and crosshair of the Zhongzheng rifle, and looked at the people around him.

He saw that the captain officer had crouched his stout body behind a remnant window. The window frames and lattices of this window were blown away, and only a rough outline remained.

Two wooden-handled grenades were held in the captain's large, swarthy hands. The body of the grenade was a little disproportionate to the size of his palm, like two fritters being pinched in the hands of a gluttonous guy.

Liu Sihaiyang took his gaze back. He tried to calm his mind and concentrate on the road.

The earthy yellow figure finally appeared on the other side of the road.

At the forefront were six of his own spearheads. They were divided into two rows, one in front and one behind, with three people in each row. In their hands, the slender 38 large cover and the bayonet with the head of the spear, looked like six spears from a distance.

In the middle of the first row, the soldier also carried a small plaster flag on his rifle.

Pulling some distance behind them, two khaki-hulled chariots drove one behind the other.

Behind the chariot was a platoon of infantry. They lined up in two columns, one on the left and one on the right, and marched on both sides of the road. The procession stretched out far like two slender yellow eels, and it was impossible to see how many people there were.

Liu Sihaiyang noticed a situation:

The first chariot in front, with the lid on its turret lifted. A charioteer in a round hat leaned half of his body out of the turret.

The soldiers marched along both sides of the road.

He said that he was holding a 38 rifle in his hand and carrying a backpack behind him. Their gait looked very tired, and a few of them looked thinner, swaying as they walked.

"These guys aren't iron-clad either." Liu Sihaiyang thought in his heart while observing, "After so many days of fighting in Linnan Town, I can't get tired." ”

The tracks of the iron-hulled chariot ran over the smooth asphalt road. The face of the soldier on the chariot was covered with oil, and the half row of teeth that emerged from his grinning mouth looked very white. His face underneath the black chariot hat was filled with pride.

The arrogance on this guy's face touched Liu Sihaiyang. He planned to "treat" this kid first with his first bullet.

He brought his right hand to his mouth, gently blew on his right index finger, and then calmly rested his index finger on the cold trigger.

The procession of the person was silently moving down the road. The six spearheads who walked in front had already passed in front of the ruins of the two-story building where Liu Sihaiyang was hidden.

Liu Sihaiyang aimed at the guy outside the turret of the chariot, and at the same time took out part of his energy, paying attention to the code of the captain's officer's order.

Finally, he heard a slight "whoop" from the pile of rubble beside him—a small piece of tile flying from the captain's officer's hand.

Very quickly, Liu Sihaiyang finally corrected the pointing of the crosshair and the connection of the door, and then inadvertently gently pulled the trigger.

Due to the relatively close distance, Liu Sihaiyang could almost feel that the metal projectile flying out of the chamber of his gun flew straight into the slightly open mouth of the charioteer

The small head, wrapped under the chariot's hat, was instantly shattered by the energy transmitted by the bullet. The charioteer leaned out of the turret and leaned back sharply, then slipped limply into the turret like a candy man roasted by fire.

Immediately following Liu Sihaiyang's gunshot, the first grenade flew out of the captain's officer's big hand. It made a short arc in the air, and then flew accurately into the ranks of the infantry, and exploded as if no one was around.

Driven by this grenade, a similar arc was thrown from other rooftops and two-story buildings on both sides of the road. On the dark gray asphalt pavement, huge gray-white flower buds bloomed in an instant.

Probably due to panic, some of the wooden-handled grenades were thrown down prematurely. They smoke from their buttocks, like some golden chipmunks with their tails lit, bouncing and tumbling on the asphalt before turning into a cloud of scorching air and fragments.

The explosion of the grenade drowned out the sound of the firing of the "flower trap". The six soldiers who walked in the front seemed to have been stung by a swarm of hornets, scattered with a bang, and then staggered and paralyzed. The soldiers on the road were stunned by this sudden blow. However, with their good combat qualities, they reacted quickly -- they all looked for objects that could be used to cover themselves and prepared to counterattack.

At the same time, the thin brown rope that quietly extended from the black car moved violently like a revived loach.

The silver-gray car, which was lying lifeless on the side of the road, was instantly reshaped by the shock wave of the grenade explosion in the car.

The two doors on the left side slammed away from the body, flying out like two flat-shaped cannonballs. One of them slammed into the bodies of the two soldiers.

The glass on the windows shattered into countless small sparkling flakes that shot out at a high speed.

A part of the metal surface on the body of the car was torn apart by a powerful shock wave. The fragments of metal, like fragments formed after the explosion of a grenade, scattered in all directions, and many of them pierced sharply into the body of the soldier not far away.

After the soldier on the turret of the first chariot was knocked down by Liu Sihaiyang's first shot, Liu Sihaiyang quickly pushed the second bullet and searched for the next prey. The grenades thrown from the hands of the brothers exploded one after another on the road, forming clouds of gray soot. This somewhat interfered with Liu Sihaiyang's line of sight. Under such circumstances, it is very difficult to tell who is the official by the attire of the soldiers on both sides of the road.

In the puffs of smoke, Liu Sihaiyang's eyes caught an earthy yellow figure - this guy had a small flag in his hand.

That's probably the commander's flag -- Liu Sihaiyang judged it this way. As soon as the thought came, the crosshair and the door on the rifle in his hand also arrived. After the gunshot, the little flag disappeared in the smoke and dust.

When the third bullet was pushed, Liu Sihaiyang swept it with the afterglow of his eyes. He saw a gray-blue figure leap out of the rubble by the side of the road and pounce on the first chariot. The figure moves quickly and swiftly, like a running hare in the winter wilderness.

After a loud explosion, the heavy body of the chariot collapsed on the asphalt road.

When the second chariot saw that its companion in front of it was not moving, it quickly reversed. The machine guns on its turret were firing blindly in front of and behind it, apparently trying to provide as much fire cover as possible for its infantry mates.

At this moment, another gray-blue figure jumped out of the road and ran towards the iron-clad king.

Regrettably, the brother's movements were slow and decisive. A soldier near the second vehicle fired a shot from his 38 rifle with speed and accuracy.

The Chinese soldier, holding a bundle of grenades in his arms, stumbled and threw himself on the asphalt.

After knocking down three targets in a row, Liu Sihaiyang changed positions with his rifle and quickly released the remaining two bullets in the magazine.

After the five rounds of one magazine were empty, he quickly pressed another bullet into the magazine, and was about to fire again, when he suddenly felt someone push him.

He turned his head to see that it was the captain's officer, who was as strong as a bear—he had just finished throwing the grenade in his hand, and waved his arm and shouted at the brothers around him, "Withdraw!" Remove! ”

Liu Sihaiyang felt a little pity in his heart: his shooting position was very advantageous, and if he gave him a little more time, he could completely knock down a few more soldiers.

Somewhat reluctantly, he put away his Zhongzheng rifle and prostrate himself backwards for some distance, then got up from the floor, hunched his waist, and jumped from behind the ruins of the second floor with the group.

The last thing that caught Liu Sihai's eyes was the wreckage of the car. The original silver-gray body has now become a charred and blackened frame. Black smoke was constantly coming out of the broken hull, as if moaning

After withdrawing from the ambush site, Liu Sihaiyang and his brothers occupied a four-story hotel and continued the fight.

He said that he surrounded the hotel, but he could not attack it, and he suffered heavy casualties.

When the second half of the night came, everyone began to break through separately. Liu Sihaiyang and Sergeant Pockface all the way, and there were two other people. In the darkness of the night, they exchanged fire with their sentinels. After rushing through the opponent's battle line and hiding in a small alley, Liu Sihaiyang found that only the pock-faced sergeant was left beside him.

Mazi Face is very familiar with the terrain of Linnan Town. Liu Sihaiyang followed him and groped his way forward in the dark. In the night of Linnan Town, there are fires burning everywhere. The night wind brought the sound of wailing people, accompanied by sporadic gunshots.

After walking a distance, a tall castle tower appeared not far away. Sergeant Maziyan whispered to Liu Sihaiyang that it was the only way out of the city.

When he arrived nearby, Liu Sihaiyang was dumbfounded—the city gate was tightly controlled by himself. Not only the city gates, but also the city walls on both sides were the sentry posts of the army.

Sergeant Pockface wasn't the slightest bit alarmed. He took Liu Sihaiyang out of the city gate, and then approached the city wall in a secluded place. Walking a little closer to the wall, he stopped in an overgrown place. After looking around for a while, he led Liu Sihaiyang into the grass.

In the grass, there is a deep hole.

The two men felt their way into the hole and crawled forward in the darkness. Mazi whispered proudly: "Our battalion has conducted exercises here before. I'm familiar with this area. This cave is said to be a tunnel in ancient times and leads to the outside of the castle. ”

Through the ancient, dark tunnels, they reached the outside of the city.

After quietly touching the Yangtze River, the two of them searched along the river for a long time. However, not a single small boat was found that could carry them across the river.

And by this time the dawn was silently approaching.

There was no way, so the two of them had to turn back from the river. Sergeant Mazi said dejectedly: "Let's find a place to hide first, and then find an opportunity to cross the river"

Liu Sihaiyang nodded helplessly.

Sergeant Mazi looked at the terrain in the twilight of the sky, identified the direction, and led Liu Sihaiyang to the northeast.

They came to a secluded wilderness with a slightly dilapidated temple. The temple is small, with only three rooms in total, but a large garden. The garden is full of pomegranate trees.

The two did not go through the main gate, but climbed over the wall and entered the garden. Sergeant Maziyan whispered to Liu Sihaiyang that this temple was called "Yongqing Temple", and one of his uncles and brothers was a monk in the temple. He asked Liu Sihaiyang to cat first in the garden, and quietly walked towards the main hall of the temple.

Liu Sihaiyang took off the formal rifle from his shoulder and sat down leaning against a pomegranate tree. Tiredness immediately enveloped him. He felt chills all over his body, shivering, and his throat and eyes were dry and painful.

After a while, Sergeant Pockface returned, followed by a middle-aged monk with a small basket in his hand.

The monk looked at Liu Sihai and gently recited the Buddha's name. Then he took the two soldiers to a hidden hole in the garden, and told them to hide in it.

When he left, he left the small basket behind, which contained a few steamed buns and a pot of cold water.

Liu Sihaiyang and Sergeant Mazi hid in the cave for a day. Liu Sihaiyang felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker.

In the evening, the two prepared to leave for the river to look for an opportunity to cross the river. As soon as he got out of the hole, Liu Sihai's head was dizzy, his legs were weak, and he fell into the garden.

The pock-faced sergeant touched Liu Sihaiyang's face - it was so hot that his hands were hot. He hurriedly dragged Liu Sihaiyang into the cave, and then ran to the temple to find his uncle and brother.

The middle-aged monk entered the cave, looked at Liu Sihaiyang's complexion, and took his pulse, saying that he was sick because of overwork, cold invading the body, and external wind evil.

Liu Sihaiyang's illness lasted for three days and nights, and only gradually got better on the fourth day.

On the evening of the fifth day, he said that he did not want to delay. He and Sergeant Mazi said goodbye to the monks in the temple and went to the river to find a way to cross the river.

Not long after walking, the surface of the Yangtze River in the moonlight appeared in the distance. This is a river bay with a gentle current.

In the night sky, the moon disappeared into the clouds again.

The two men walked towards the river. Liu Sihaiyang suddenly felt that the ground under his feet was so soft?

Sergeant Mako-faced beside him suddenly snorted in horror, and then quickly fled to the back.

Liu Sihaiyang looked at him in confusion. Distracted, he tripped over something under his feet.

He struggled to get up. At this moment, the moon poked its head out of the clouds again. Through the hazy moonlight, Liu Sihaiyang recognized that what tripped him was a dead man's thigh.

He looked at it more closely, and found that what he was walking under his feet was a special layer of ground, a layer of "ground" made of corpses.

has fought so many battles, Liu Sihaiyang is no stranger to corpses. But on such a quiet night, suddenly finding himself in the midst of so many corpses, Liu Sihaiyang couldn't help but shiver.

When they came back to their senses, the two of them checked in the moonlight and found that most of these corpses were ordinary people wearing civilian clothes, and there were also many Chinese [***] people wearing military uniforms.

The corpses of the servicemen, without exception, were tied with ropes. A long thin rope tied each person's arm, and then the next's arm.

Obviously, these people were taken prisoner and then killed by themselves.

In the moonlight, the layers of corpses spread out into the distance, like a swamp of death.

Obviously, a few days ago, Yue himself killed a large number of Chinese not far from here, on the banks of the river upstream. The corpses of the dead, down the river, converged together in this gentle river.

The two of them stood in the darkness for a while, and the pockmarked sergeant said in a trembling voice:

"Let's change places"

Several people continued to walk north.

Suddenly, a large white lamppost appeared on the riverside in the distance. Sergeant Pockface looked at it with wide eyes and said in a low voice:

"Our team will either be scattered or withdrawn across the Yangtze River, it is impossible to have so many searchlights on this side of the river."

Liu Sihaiyang nodded in agreement. He understood that it could only be his own searchlight. The fact that so many searchlights are gathered together indicates that there is a large army of people there.

Because of this hostile situation, Sergeant Mazi took Liu Sihaiyang out of the river and climbed towards a hill. If you follow the mountain road, you can avoid encountering the devils by the river in front of you.

They stumbled on the rugged mountain road. The pillar of light of his searchlight by the riverside became clearer and clearer on the left side of their route. And Liu Sihaiyang gradually distinguished, from the direction of the searchlight, there was a dense sound of footsteps, as if there was a large crowd of people, moving along the riverside. In the cold night, the river breeze blew faint cries and scolding.

At this time, the two men had climbed to the top of a small hill bag. They stopped, bent down, crawled towards the northern edge of the mountain, and then peered through the cracks in the rocks in the direction of the Yangtze River, which stretched from the foot of the Shogunate Mountain below them to the banks of the Yangtze River. At this moment, the gorge is brightly illuminated by the searchlight of the person. Under the miserable white light, there was a large group of black and oppressive people, moving slowly. Because it was far away, it was not clear who it was.

Sergeant Pockface raised the binoculars on his chest, observed for a while, and scolded in a low voice: "Little devil, our people are being held!" ”

Liu Sihaiyang grabbed the telescope from his hand. Through the barrel of the telescope, he saw that the black and oppressive flow of people was composed of Chinese who were tied. These Chinese, with their hands tied behind their backs, were tied together in rows and rows!

(To be continued)