The shells fell, the middle of the houses collapsed, the sawdust splashed, the smoke of the fire rose, and the county town was filled with smoke under the bombardment of the devil's shells, and there was no life at all. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Liao Changsheng glanced at it, and the remaining soldiers around him squinted at the battlefield full of fireworks.

Sweat and blood were mixed on their swarthy faces, and they adjusted their guns, and they couldn't see any expression except for some fatigue.

The second line of defense is a mixture of gunpowder and blood, which is pungent and unpleasant.

Perhaps now everyone believes in the word fate, and their final fate is to wait for the devil to come again.

Liao Changsheng stood up, slowly passed by the soldiers, smiled at each soldier, and gently patted the soldier's shoulder.

"Good work!"

The word doesn't sound so glorious or admirable, but rather comforting.

The soldiers didn't have much to say, adjusted their rifles, and pulled out a little dry food from their broken uniforms to replenish their strength.

The black gunpowder mixed with red blood, and the rough and peeling fingers put the dry food in his mouth.

Chew it, chew it, the more you chew, the more vigorous it becomes, reluctant to swallow it, and the saliva secreted should quench your thirst.

"Sir, the devil team from the north has entered the city!" A soldier ran over and said.

"Okay, hard work!" Liao Changsheng was very calm.

"Come!" The soldiers held each other and stood up by the hand.

"It's time to let it out!" Muto commanded in the middle of the military vehicle.

The devils attacked again in the second direction without slowness, and the devil team from the north also surrounded them.

The brothers calmly opened their guns, and the bullet sank through the smoke-filled battlefield into the devil's body, and the devil fell to the ground.

Halfway through the shooting, Liao Changsheng's gunfire stopped, and the soldiers followed suit.

He was almost surrounded by several 38 large cover rifles, and the last struggle was to no avail.

Occasionally, two soldiers with grenades on their bodies died with a few devils, and with the sound of explosions, everything that could be seen in the eyes was wiped out.

The sky in the county town was shrouded in black smoke, and suddenly it fell silent, and the soldiers were captured by the devils and walked through the miserable battlefield, painful to the heart.

Stepping over the corpses of his own companions, the soles of the cloth shoes on his feet stained with their blood.

All the officers and men of the 137th Regiment used their bodies as bullets from the devils, but this line of defense was fragile and was ruthlessly destroyed by the devils.

Liao Changsheng and the remaining thirty or so soldiers became the trophies of the devil's victory.

"Let's go, let's go!"

The devil held a gun and kicked the soldiers towards the devil's camp, Liao Changsheng looked back and saw that the entire county town was flat, there were no buildings, and the embers and black smoke burning in the rubble were gradually extinguished and drifted away.

"Your Excellency, a total of thirty-three prisoners!" The devil who took the lead walked up to Kameda and reported.

Kameda didn't show much interest in the captives, but the man with his head and chin held up spoke of his bestiality.

"Hahaha!" Kameda stood in front of Liao Changsheng, dancing with his hands, and the joy in his heart was difficult to describe in words.

"Kameda-kun, why are you laughing?" Muto also got out of the car, walked over, and said, "Who is he?" ”

"Partisan captain, no, what should I call you? Liao Changsheng. Kameda scoffed.

"Shw! You are Liao Changsheng, someone dragged it down and shot him. Muto ordered, saying that in his opinion, if this man is not eliminated, he will definitely become a disaster.

Two devil soldiers came up and escorted Liao Changsheng.

"Let go of your hand, Lao Tzu will go!" Liao Changsheng followed the devil and walked a few steps.

"General, you can't cheapen him like this, he can bring shame to our third division!" Kameda said bitterly.

"What do you mean?"

"Torture him, make him worse than dead, make him kneel at the feet of our empire." Kameda had a treacherous expression.

"Then I'll leave it to you!" Muto didn't show much interest and walked back with his back.

Kameda dragged Liao Changsheng back by the collar, and said pretendedly, "Please, beg me to let you go!" ”

Liao Changsheng glanced at it obliquely, and there was no humanity in his eyes, "What the fuck are you?" Poof. ”

A mouthful of blood sprayed on Kameda's face, and a little bit of it flowed into Kameda's eyes.

"Yaga!" A resounding slap slapped Liao Changsheng's face, and the five finger prints were clearly visible.

"I'm not a thing, I'm an Imperial soldier!"

I thought that my words would be able to scare these captives, but instead they were ridiculed.

"Hahaha, you're really not a thing!" The soldiers scoffed.

"Baga, fight!" Kameda blushed with rage.

The devil holding the captives struck the soldiers in the abdomen with the butts of their rifles.

The soldiers bent over, blood dripping from their lips as if they had vomited, and some tears welled up in their eyes.

Despite the pain, the soldiers still had smiles on their faces, and this smile meant mockery in Kameda's eyes.

Being looked down upon by captives is simply a shame for your own life.

Kameda clutched his bayonet tightly and leapt into it, when he suddenly stabbed one of the captives.

The bayonet sank into the soldier's abdomen, and the soldier suddenly opened his mouth wide, and Kameda continued to stab it hard, and pulled it out with a knife, and the soldier fell to the ground, tilted his head, and died.

The captured brothers were furious, struggling with their hands bound, carrying the devil with their feet, but they were quickly suppressed by the devil.

"Roll them all!" Kameda put the bayonet into the scabbard, glanced at Liao Changsheng before passing by, and said, "The general of the defeated army, torture you to death!" ”

Liao Changsheng and the captured soldiers were escorted down by the devils.

…………

Wu Ting woke up on the boat, felt her body shaking, and took a closer look at herself floating on the river.

"Why am I here?" Wu Ting asked puzzled.

Jin Pengfei was a little sad and did not answer Wu Ting's question.

"Why am I here? Liao Chang won? Wu Ting asked, pulling Jin Pengfei's clothes.

"Sister Wu Ting, you'll be in Fuling soon, you better rest and rest!" Jin Pengfei replied in a deep voice.

Wu Ting was disappointed by the answer she heard, which meant that the devil had occupied Wulong, and in the end he still didn't hold it, and Wu Ting blamed herself for not being capable.

"Is Liao Changsheng still alive?" Now Liao Changsheng's information is particularly important to Wu Ting, Wu Ting's heart is heavy, standing on the bow of the boat, tears drop down in the Wujiang River, rippling a little ripple.

"I don't know!" Jin Pengfei's answer was full of sadness.

Wu Ting felt that her heart suddenly emptied, and she stretched out her hands and slowly fell into the river.

"It can't be like this, Sister Wu Ting!" Jin Pengfei hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him back, "Brother Changsheng may still be alive, he asked me to protect you!" ”

From Jin Pengfei's words, Wu Ting knew that all this had been arranged by Liao Changsheng a long time ago, but her ability to survive made Wu Ting feel that Liao Changsheng was very cruel, obviously taking away her feelings, and letting herself live alone, sitting on a small boat, motionless and watching the river linger.