Finally, Fan Zhu retreated to this small high ground first, and saw that there were only more than 120 people left in the team. Fan Zhuxian ordered the troops to stop, shoot at the enemy, and suppress the pursuing enemy first. Looking to the northwest, two teams of devils have surrounded them, and then looking to the southeast, the roundabout devils have already occupied the southeast area with the speed of the wheels of the car. If you want to get out of the encirclement of the devils again, under the empty plain in broad daylight, it is no longer possible, and you can only rely on this small plateau to compete with the devils.

Fan Zhuxian ordered the troops to immediately build fortifications and fight to the death with the devils. The soldiers did not have shovels to dig fortifications, so they had to use bayonets, but fortunately it was all sandy land, and bayonets dug through the sand quickly. The sand was dug up by the bayonets, and the sand splashed and dusty, and soon dug into one-man bunkers.

In the distance, the big bird looked at this small high ground with a sneer, and shouted wildly: "With this small high block, can it be used as our shells!" The samurai of the Imperial Japanese Army, dealing with these Chinese people, were merciful, they all died, and not a single living person remained. These days, we are too angry, according to the words of the Chinese, this is also called angry out, we cannot let the Chinese bully us Japanese. ”

The Japanese troops surrounded this small high ground in an orderly manner, and more than a dozen mortars were also set up, firing shells at the small high ground, which was again shrouded in fire and smoke.

Fan Zhu first hid in a single bunker, and when he saw that more than 20 people had been killed or injured by this burst of shells, he couldn't help but sigh for a long time: "What the devil is relying on is relying on fierce firepower." It would be nice if we also had mortars now, Liu Zhiyuan had a mortar battalion, but unfortunately, he ......was not there."

The devils began to attack, and a squadron of the enemy in the northwest rushed up, and when they reached a place forty or fifty meters in front of them, Fan Zhuxian shouted: "Fight-" Machine guns, rifles, and grenades were thrown at the devils together. The enemy in front fell, and the devils in the back rushed up again, regardless of life or death, and they were about to rush to the front. Fan Zhuxian roared, snatched a machine gun, and fired at the devil "suddenly......... suddenly".

More than a dozen devils rushed into the small high ground, and a dozen warriors jumped up and fought with the devils with bayonets. Sun Sanmin's company commander held a bayonet forward, and a "yah-" stabbed at a devil. The little devil flicked the bayonet with his bayonet, and tried to pull it over, but the forward knife was empty, and he drew the bayonet back, and then there was another piercing "Ahh The devil hurriedly flicked again, and pulled the bayonet back forward, and there was another piercing "ah-" sound, but this knife was solid, and he used all his strength. When the devil pulled the bayonet again, he did not move it, but was stabbed forward in the chest, and when the bayonet was withdrawn, he twisted it again, and suddenly the wound increased, and blood splashed out at once.

Other soldiers were not so sharp, and in the sound of steel clashes with devils, Chinese soldiers continued to fall.

Fan Zhuxian held the machine gun, still suppressing the enemy behind him, "Tutu Tu Tu ......" The devils in front fell again, but there were still more than two dozen devils who rushed into the position again. More than two dozen fighters jumped to their feet, stood on the rifles of their bayonets, and rushed into the enemy group at once, and began a white-knuckle battle......

Zhao Farong brandished a shell gun, and when he saw which soldier couldn't withstand it, he gave the little devil a shot. The little devil adheres to the fighting rules, and would rather die than withdraw the bullet rather than shoot cold.

Sun Sanmin's second company commander Liu Darong's bayonet was also superb, even stabbing and plucking, even swinging and smashing, killing two devils one after another, and rushing towards the third devil.

This little devil is very strong, half a head taller than ordinary little devils, and he is a tall and strong man in the dwarf country. Liu Darong gave him a bayonet first, and this devil used a bayonet, and Liu Darong found that the bayonet he dialed back was very powerful and sharp, which showed that he had really encountered a strong enemy. This little devil gave Liu Darong another stab, but Liu Darong found that when he turned back this bayonet, it was already very difficult, and if he continued to fight like this, he would be very dangerous and passive.

Liu Darong pointed at his stomach, and with a swing of the bayonet, it was obvious that there was going to be a puncture, and this little devil was also ready, of course, he had to use a bayonet, and then he would stab him back. When Liu Darong aimed at his stomach, he shot him in the stomach with a move of his right index finger, and because the distance was too close, the one shot pierced the devil's stomach, and the blood flowed out at that time. The devil was still unconvinced, and scolded: "Baga, your real soldier is not, you can't shoot, you can't shoot." "I was seriously injured, but I still stabbed hard, but I didn't shout, because after all, I was broken, and I couldn't shout if I wanted to.

Liu Darong's body flashed, dodged the bayonet, and with the help of the devil to withdraw the bayonet, he was about to stab him again, and this little devil was also ready, so he was about to use the bayonet. Taking advantage of this time, Liu Darong not only did not move forward, but took a step back, took the opportunity to withdraw the bullet, loaded the bullet, and then asked for another stab towards the devil. This removal, loading the bullet was carried out in a very short period of time, and it was the simplest and most familiar action of Liu Darong after thousands of drills.

This strong but stupid devil really thought that Liu Darong was about to stab again, and then Liu Darong shot him in the chest again. This devil was still not convinced until he died, and grunted: "Your ...... It's not ...... that really military people"

The devils finally retreated, and there were only forty or fifty people left on the positions of our army, and most of them were hung with flowers. Fan Zhu first looked at the soldiers and encouraged them passionately: "Chinese gentlemen, we are all men, we are all warriors, no matter what, we must not let the little devils see our jokes." In this life, there are people who live to be seventy or eighty years old, and there are those who die just after birth, no matter what, it is also a lifetime. Do we want people to think about us, or do we want people to scold us! It's up to us to see our own table! Let's talk about it, are we willing to be an upright Chinese!? ”

Angry roared loudly: "Yes! The wounded closed their eyes and spoke weakly, but from their hearts a strong voice sounded: "Yes! ”

Fan Zhuxian yelled: "Okay, then it's up to us to see our own watch." God is watching us! History is remembering us! ”

The enemy began to shell again, and the "boom, boom, boom" shells accurately hit the small high ground, and bursts of "boom, boom, boom" explosions were heard, and the small high ground was suddenly in flames again, wolf smoke rose everywhere, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The devil soldiers began to charge again, the bayonets on their rifles flashing in the sunlight, and the devils of more than one hundred and seventy people rushed up, shouting and showing their bushido spirit. They hated to swallow the last few dozen people on the small plateau that remained in one gulp, venting their hatred for the people of China, and venting their shame and hatred for the heavy losses that caused their Japanese soldiers.

The captain of the Big Bird Wing looked at this qiē happily, brandished his command knife and shouted: "Aren't you tough, I see how tough you are, this time I will finish you all!" All of them are dead, dead ......"

The Japanese squadron was about to rush to the small high ground, and it seemed that the Chinese army on the small high ground was about to fall into a catastrophe. The charging Japanese army was even more fearless, relying on superior artillery support, relying on the strength of the crowd, relying on the spirit of bushido, it seemed that they had all the advantages that should be taken......

But at this moment, the captain of the Big Bird Wing only felt that a cannonball fell a few dozen meters behind him. "Yaga, how did you hit the cannon!" Another shell fell in front of him, "Yaga, it's a mistake." Big Bird scolded, but it seemed that something was wrong. Where is this shell, how did it hit here, weird. ”

But just when he felt puzzled, it was too late, dozens of shells fell, and there were fires and patches of smoke around him, "No, this seems to be the enemy's...... The cannonball......" There was another cloud of golden light in front of him, and in the golden light, he seemed to see himself in the dazzling and dazzling sunlight, respectfully accepting the award from His Majesty the Emperor, who smiled slightly and pinned a "Military Medal of the Great East Asian War" symbolizing high honor to his chest.

Otori was flattered and wanted to make a ninety-degree bow to the emperor, and he bent down and slowly bent down, but it was difficult, difficult to straighten up, very difficult...... Suddenly, a cloud floated in the distance, and his body became very light and light, like a big bird, as the white cloud slowly drifted into the distance, drifting away......

Just when the captain of the Big Bird Wing was shot and shattered, the mortar position of the devil was also shelled, and more than a dozen mortars were blown into the sky, followed by the squadron of the devil's attack, and hundreds of shells fell down, like a cloud covering the devil's head, and it was difficult to linger away.

"Boom-" "Boom-" "Boom-" The effective killing range of each mortar shell is at least 12 meters, and if 100 shells fall within a radius of 100 meters at the same time, how many dead ends will there be for the Japanese troops to hide? Even a fool can figure it out. The attacking Japanese troops were suddenly attacked by mortar shells, almost devastating, that is, they were not dead, and their ears were also deaf, and they only felt that the battlefield suddenly became very, very quiet, so quiet that there seemed to be no sound at all.

What's going on? Their minds felt blank......

In the distance, Liu Zhiyuan and Han Xing led a fresh army of hundreds of people to rush to this side, and the devils wanted to stop them, but wherever there were devils' guns, the mortar shells hit wherever they went, and the devils' mortars were all dumb, so they could only suffer from the shells of 10 detachments. Moreover, there are dozens of machine guns in front of Liu Zhiyuan's camp to open the way, which is really a death encounter, a death encounter, where can it be stopped.

The devil suddenly felt it at this time, what about his firepower advantage? Where is the advantage in firepower?

Soon, Liu Zhiyuan and Han Xing led the mortar battalion to rush to Fan Zhuxian's small high ground. Liu Zhiyuan saluted Fan Zhuxian and said, "Commander Fan, we're late." Han Xing also took Commander Fan's hand, looked at Fan Zhuxian up and down, left and right, and said, "Commander Fan, you're okay!" ”

Fan Zhuxian felt a little bit of the rest of his life after death, as if he was in a different world, and took Liu Zhiyuan and Han Xing's hands and said, "It's not late, it's not too late, why are you here?" How it came. A little later, I'm afraid we won't see each other again. ”

Sun Sanmin crawled out of the pile of dead bodies and said scoldingly: "Secretary Han, Director Han, why did you come!" I really thought that this went back to Lord Yama to report, who knows, Lord Yama didn't take me in, saying that you Han Xing wouldn't let me go. ”

Han Xing was speechless, the battlefield after the fierce battle had already swept away the humor, and the battlefield was really a miserable scene.

There are only more than 30 people in Fan Zhuxian's commando team who can breathe, and there are also many seriously injured and lightly wounded. The positions were lined with the corpses of Japanese soldiers, the corpses of our troops. Extending to the front of the position, along the way there were also lying on their stomachs with crooked corpses, yellow and yellow, and most of the devils were killed by mortar shells, the corpses were really mutilated, missing arms and legs, very bloody.

Looking at the living devils, they are really lost and depressed, and they can't form an army, they see that if they continue to fight, there is no misery, only worse, they have long lost their fighting spirit, and hurriedly carried the body of the dead wing captain Big Bird, hurriedly climbed into the car that had not been blown up, and headed towards the county seat of Puxian.

The two armies fought, and the greatest sorrow was that the Lord would be beheaded, and the Japanese army was unlucky.

Although the ambush battle at the head of the stone tomb turned into a victory, it was also a tragic victory, and the price was indeed very expensive.

Liu Zhiyuan asked the demonstration to say first: "What should we do now?" ”

Fan Zhu thought for a while and said, "Let's stop and then bury the bodies of the martyrs." ”

When the nearby village saw that the battle was over, the village chief led some people to come over to help and bury the bodies of the martyrs together. Fan Zhuxian personally watched the burial of the remains of the martyrs, and from time to time dressed the martyrs, put on hats, and wiped their faces, and he said to Sun Sanmin: "Bury the little devils too, so that the dogs will eat the cats." ”

Sun Sanmin scolded: "Why bury them, I won't bury them." ”

Fan Zhuxian sighed and said: "People die like lights going out, they are not people, we are still people, let's carry it out!" ”

Sun Sanmin scolded and had no choice but to direct the body of the devil to be buried again.

Commander Fan and his troops were stationed in Shizhuang Village, six or seven miles south of Shijiaotou Village, to observe the enemy's movements in Pu County. At this time, it was a little empty, and Fan Zhuxian asked, "The Battle of Xuzhou has just ended, why did you get to me so quickly?" ”

Han Xing said to Fan Zhuxian: "Liu Zhiyuan can use the art of flying clouds and fog, where can it be rare to live Liu Zhiyuan in this distance!" ”

Liu Zhiyuan shook his head and said, "Isn't this all thanks to you, the secretary of Han University, the director of Han University." So, I told me about transporting troops by car.

Fan Zhuxian listened to the narration of the two and sighed: "It seems that my thoughts can't keep up with the form." In the future, it will be the world of you young people, and you will have to be counted on to fight! ”

Han Xing immediately picked up the conversation and said, "Commander Fan, where did he go, if it weren't for your old leaders to grasp the general direction of the struggle, we wouldn't know where we'd got. ”

Fan Zhuxian said: "To make a long story short, let's talk about it, and now the devil has returned to Pu County." What are you two going to do? ”