A gap opened in the dam, and the full river began to overflow, and two streams of clear water gushed out from the gap. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dam was originally an earthen structure, but after the heavy impact of the shells, it began to show cracks in the shape of a spider's web.

Liao Changsheng looked back, frightened, too late to sigh, and hurriedly continued to shoot at the devil's artillery.

It's just a few tens of meters away from being able to touch the devil.

A devil artilleryman once again held on to a cannonball, ready to advance into the chamber.

Zhang Ersil quickly followed, and the bullets flying out of the muzzle of the "bang" hit the infantry cannon, and the devil artillery dodged by inertia.

Zhang Ersil and Liao Changsheng are in a race against time and must stop the devils from continuing to bomb.

"Boom!"

The cannon made another desperate sound, and a cannonball rubbed the air and sparked and smoke towards the dam.

"Boom!"

The dam, which had already cracked, was hit violently again, and the earth and rocks of the dam began to collapse, and Liao Changsheng watched as the flood water poured out.

The devil did not give up, and continued to push the shell into the barrel, Zhang Er calmly fired a shot, killing the devil artillery at the maximum distance.

Liao Changsheng also killed two at a distance of nearly 100 meters.

The last devil artilleryman bared his teeth and grinned, and Zhang Erdu's shot hit him, and the bullet got into the devil's abdomen.

Blood spilled from the devil's mouth, and the cannon was still activated, "Boom! "The last shell slammed into the shattered cannon.

This cannonball slowed down several times in Liao Changsheng's eyes, and his vision followed it closely, but there was nothing he could do.

Liao Changsheng's eyes turned to despair, and he did not succeed in stopping the devil's plan.

The dam collapsed, and it was swallowed up by the flood in an instant, and the flood rolled away, out of control, like a dragon.

Liao Changsheng's eyes instantly turned into an ocean, and the flood devoured all obstacles with a thunderous roar, and the tree trunks and stone piles were all destroyed in an instant.

Liao Changsheng slammed his fist into the trunk of the tree, and there was endless guilt in his heart.

The only hope now is that Zhu Cheng has evacuated to the safe area with the 211th regiment.

On its way, the flood swept away the houses with fear from the eyes of the residents, the clear water of the river stained red by the washed away mud, and the torrent was full of tree trunks and weeds, and the corpses of villagers could occasionally be seen washed away.

"Big brother, what now?" Zhang Ersil rushed up and asked.

The brothers watched as the roaring monster was helpless.

"Hold your troops and wait for the flood to subside and immediately support Commander Zhu!" This is the only thing Liao Changsheng can think of in this irresistible situation.

"I hope Head Zhu has been evacuated safely!" The brothers next to him could only pray like this.

However, how can the strength of a regiment be completely withdrawn in just half a day?

"The torrent is coming, run quickly!" The soldiers stationed in the 211th Regiment roared as they looked at the torrent that was frantically attacking.

Half of the soldiers of the 211th Regiment have been evacuated, and the remaining half are being evacuated.

However, it was such a coincidence that the torrent came quietly, and the soldier threw away everything on his body, and ran away for his life.

The torrent followed their heels, and the soldiers ran and fell, rolled on the ground, and then were covered by the torrent.

If it was a normal flood, the soldiers could still hold their breath and struggle in the water, but the torrent carried a huge amount of mud, so that the soldiers had no chance to resist, and their whole bodies were wrapped in the torrent as if they were condensed and could not move.

"Run!" Zhu Cheng roared from a high place, looking at the innocent soldiers who died, he couldn't bear it, and he was heartbroken, it was a soldier he brought himself, and he was by his side like his own family.

No matter how strong he gritted his teeth, he couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes, and the full drips fell to the ground.

The soldiers ran so exhausted that they could not see any hope, and some of them were tired, they stopped, stretched out their hands towards the flood, and waited for it to take itself.

In an instant, there was no figure, one after another, and the strength of nearly half of the regiment was consumed like this.

The granaries and ammunition depots of the 211th Regiment were all washed away, and a division of tigers became lost dogs in half a day.

One can imagine Zhu Cheng's current mood, he constantly scolded himself for being an incompetent general in his heart.

The torrent flows into the Wujiang River, the water level of the Wujiang River rises significantly, and the turquoise water of the river is also dyed red by the mud swept by the torrent.

Two hours later, the flood waters receded.

"Rescue the wounded!" Zhu Cheng ordered sadly.

The soldiers began to search for their living brothers in the places where the torrent passed.

The flat bank of the river was uneven, and it was the lying soldier, whose whole body had been covered in mud and turned into a mud man.

The soldiers struggled to find a brother who might survive, but the result was always so cruel that it was unacceptable, and there was no survivorship.

Nearly 1,000 people were lifeless, lying quietly on the banks of the river, some of them washed into the Wujiang River, and they didn't know where to go.

One by one, the soldiers carried the bodies of their comrades ashore, their hands and feet numb, which was more painful than watching their comrades being torn apart by shells on the battlefield.

Hundreds of corpses were carried out of the mud by the soldiers.

"Buried it!" Zhu Cheng ordered that all these soldiers be buried on the side and a wordless monument was erected for them to commemorate these soldiers.

"Let's go, immediately support Captain Zhu!" Liao Changsheng watched the torrent retreat, and led the brothers of the assault company to hurry towards the station of the 211th Regiment.

He knew that now Zhu Cheng needed himself and needed an assault company.

After running non-stop for twenty miles, I could see from a distance that a huge team of devils was rapidly advancing towards Qingyang Town.

At this time, Liao Changsheng couldn't bear it at all, and he panicked, and Kameda's combo made people unprepared.

"Hurry, you must meet Captain Zhu in front of the devil!" Liao Changsheng ordered to speed up the march again.

Now the 211 Regiment is in the midst of water and fire, and the pressure of the devil army is even worse, Liao Changsheng must be the one who sends carbon in the snow to help Zhu Cheng escape from this crisis.

"Captain! Ten miles away, the devil's troops were found! The communications soldier reported in a panic.

"How many people came?" The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and truly describe their current situation.

"A piece of black and blue!" The communications soldier lost some confidence and whispered.

"Copy guys, we'll send a hundred percent to the dead brothers in this Qingyang Town, fuck the little devil!" Zhu Cheng showed the momentum of a general who was pressed in front of him by Mount Tai and his face did not change.

The devil's military cart dragged soldiers and artillery along the road, shaking the valley.

"Kameda Daisa, the sentinels at the front have come to report that more than half of the 211 Regiment has lost more than half of its troops, and the ammunition depot has also been washed away by the flood!" The devil soldier reported.

"Yo Xi, pass the order, go full speed, kill and change!" Kameda wore a mustache and was very satisfied.