Liao Changsheng kept shaking his head, unconscious, and the frontal defense line was broken through by the devil's shells. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The stumps were scattered nearby, and several remnants crawled powerlessly.

"Big brother, you're okay!" Zhang Er asked anxiously.

Liao Changsheng stared straight at the rushing devil in front of him, and the bullet flew through the black smoke that rose from the explosion of the cannonball, and flew past Liao Changsheng's ear.

"Let's go, let's go!" Zhang Ersilly helped Liao Changsheng to retreat to the team next to him.

Coupled with the support of the throwing canister, the charging devils were like bamboos, and they rushed towards the town under the rain of bullets and bullets from the soldiers.

As people fell, the devil stepped over the corpses of his companions and rushed into the town at a faster pace.

"Grenades!" Captain Zhou roared.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army took out their grenades, pulled out the fuse and threw them out, the grenades swirled in the air, fell to the ground and exploded in the eyes of the devils.

"Boom!"

Clouds of black mist rose from the ground, scattering with the debris that had been lifted, and sparks splashed in all directions.

The running devils were rushed away horizontally and vertically, lying on the ground in different postures.

The flesh and blood on his face were flying, scorched and black, and the devil lay on the ground and shot at the soldiers with the 38 big cover in his hand.

"Bang bang bang!"

The bullets in the town are intertwined, and you don't stop coming and going.

The two squads of devils who followed behind quickly entered the town as well, hiding in all corners and firing at the Eighth Route Army and the assault company.

The bullet rubbed into the air and sparked, brutally sinking into the soldier's body, and falling to the ground with the force of the bullet's thrust.

There are fewer and fewer brothers fighting around, and the devil's throwing canister is still whizzing in midair.

Bursting waves of air whirred through the town's lanes.

The raging fire that ignited the house was also blown by the air waves and swayed in the air, and the fire flew wildly.

The soldiers struggled in the difficult battle, their whole bodies tensed, and they did not dare to have the slightest sense of relaxation.

Liao Changsheng was lying in Zhang Ersil's team, feeling that his limbs were a little weak, and he wanted to get up to resist, but the wound on his thigh emitted a severe pain, which was unbearable.

A bloodshot began to emerge from his ear, and Zhang Er looked back after shooting.

"Brother Changsheng, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Ersil is very anxious, but he can't leave now.

"You, and you, send Brother Changsheng to treatment!"

The two young men put down their guns and helped Liao Changsheng to the old Chinese medicine doctor's house at the end of the street.

The soldiers who had just been bandaged hurriedly came out again, braving the artillery fire to meet them and fight the devils.

At this time, two huge cannonballs fell into the sky and fell vertically to the old Chinese medicine doctor's home.

Liao Changsheng's pupils were dilated several times, and the sound of hissing was drowned out by the sound of explosions.

"Boom!"

The old Chinese medicine doctor's home was instantly moved to the ground, and thick black smoke rose up.

Liao Changsheng's mind was full of the kind face of the old Chinese medicine doctor, and slowly drifted away with the black smoke.

"Company Commander Liao, you stay!" The words of the old Chinese medicine doctor were still echoing in his ears, and the rickety back of the farewell assault company in the middle of the night was all turned into ashes.

Liao Changsheng was in pain, which exacerbated the pain at the wound.

The devil rushed into the devil with an unstoppable momentum, and after a scorching confrontation, the devil's firepower completely suppressed the Eighth Route Army and the assault company.

The soldier had been devastated by the bullets, and one familiar face after another had fallen to the ground.

"Withdraw! Retreat all! "Captain Zhou can't hold it anymore, and if he continues to fight like this, the soldiers will be wiped out.

The soldiers began to retreat, and the remaining ranks were less than twenty people, which was very miserable, and the ground was full of soldiers' corpses, and there was no chance to take another look.

The devil didn't want to let them go, so he took advantage of the situation to pursue, and the 38 big cover bullets went away.

The retreating soldiers were also killed by three, and fell to the ground in a staggering manner.

Captain Zhou glanced back, there was no movement, and continued to retreat with the soldiers.

"Brother Changsheng, let's go!" Zhang Ersil caught up and helped Liao Changsheng to run backwards quickly.

The devils were in hot pursuit, bullets striking the soldiers' footsteps.

I thought there was no way back, just when the soldiers didn't know how to deal with it?

Suddenly, a lot of Eighth Route Army troops appeared from the fields on both sides, shooting at the devils.

"Reinforcements are coming, reinforcements from the fifth detachment have arrived!" A smile appeared on Captain Zhou's dark face, looking forward to the stars and the moon finally coming.

"Fight~" Zhao Hong, the captain of the fifth detachment, rushed forward with his soldiers, and when he saw the arrival of reinforcements, the soldiers under him also followed, and quickly shot the devil to death.

The fifth detachment fought super strongly, counterattacked in the face of the devil's artillery fire, and drove the devil back to the town.

The devils who were tired of fighting were obviously no match for the Eighth Route Army in terms of physical strength and concentration.

Soon the charging devils were shot one by one and fell to the ground, and the devils began to flee in embarrassment towards Kameda's large army.

"Yaga Road, where did so many enemies come from?" Kameda has been observing the battle through the telescope.

After the Eighth Route Army drove the devil back, it did not pursue the devil, "Withdraw!" "Captain Zhao will accept it when he sees it.

The Eighth Route Army of the fifth detachment all evacuated the town and came to the side of Liao Changsheng and Captain Xie.

"Are you alright? I'm late. Captain Zhao asked.

"Captain, you came just in time."

A delicate figure in the team stepped forward, and Su Cuiliu faced the scarred Liao Changsheng, with tears rolling out of her eyes.

Liao Changsheng seems to have a hard time hearing the sounds around him, his vision is not clear, and he doesn't know what to say when he looks at Su Cuiliu? The picture of the old Chinese medicine doctor lingers.

"Changsheng~" Su Cuiliu's voice was very numb, and she kept Liao Changsheng.

"Let's take everyone to a safe area first!" Captain Zhao proposed.

Captain Zhou took everyone to the place where the people on the mountain were hiding, and the people looked at the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army affectionately.

"I'm sorry, we couldn't hold it!" Captain Zhou stepped forward and bowed and apologized.

The villagers looked disappointed, but they saw the ruined town that had been bombarded by shells, and they deeply felt the cruelty of the war.

"It's all right, young man, you've done your best!" The old man of the town stepped forward to help Captain Zhou and said.

The soldiers felt a little guilty, they were given food and clothing by the people, but they failed to fulfill their promises, and the expressions on their faces were also very lost.

"We have to retreat quickly, the devil is here, and people can't keep it." Zhao Hong was well aware of the combat effectiveness of the Third Division, and also heard the news that Muto was marching towards Fuling.

"Where to retreat?" Captain Zhou asked.

"Withdraw to Fuling first, and discuss with the 42nd Army to prepare for a decisive battle!"

"What are we going to do?" The old man of the town stood up and asked.

What should the people do? Zhao Hong didn't know either, there was no other way than to evacuate, and once the devil entered the town, he would definitely be ruined.

But it was also difficult to retreat to Fuling with so many people, and Zhao Hong finally had no choice but to say, "Follow us first!" When you get to the right place, settle down first. ”