Zhao Hong led the Eighth Route Army to block the attack of the devils in the area that had just entered the city. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In less than ten minutes, a devil charged up, and the battle line of Fuling City was almost extremely compressed, if Zhao Hong could not hold it, or could not hit the devil hard, then the forty-second army would be devastated.

On the other hand, the army on the Devil's River drove straight down, and although there were three cannons standing on the side of the Wujiang River in Fuling City to block the Devil's warship, it did not achieve the expected effect.

The devil warships fired wantonly on the shore on the river, and the devil soldiers landed and rushed up from the shallows.

The morale of the soldiers on the position was high, and they shot wildly at the devils, blocking the devils.

Bullets hit the mud of the shallows like big raindrops, sinking into the river and splashing a little bit of waves.

The high-speed guns on the devil's warship bombarded the shore position, and more than a dozen shells hit the position like a trapped beast.

The front of the position had collapsed, the scattered mud and sand were falling all over the sky, the temperature in the air had risen sharply, and the soldiers on the position had gradually decreased.

The devils killed by the soldiers lay on the tidal flats, and the blood flowed clearly one by one, flowing into the water of the Wujiang River.

The guns of the warships were constantly sounding, the guns of the devils were incessant, and the soldiers rolled down one after another.

The soldier who had not yet suffocated was killed by the devil who rushed up, and blood was splashed all over his face.

The devil licked the blood on his face with his tongue, extremely vicious, and full of animal appearance.

In less than half an hour, the devil soldiers rushed to the position under the cover of the warship.

The sound of the fight was piercing, the smoke had not yet lifted, and the ground was sporadically lit with the embers of shells.

The sound of broadswords and slashing mingled with the tearing sound of the soldiers, and the Chinese soldiers fought the devils with the last glory.

Soon, the smoke from the position cleared, the position became quiet, and a smoke-filled ravine fortress was full of corpses.

Blood stained the earth, and the mudstone particles were condensed into a deep red by the blood, and they were crystal full.

Broadswords standing in the ground could be seen everywhere on the battlefield, and the blood was not dried on the smooth surface of the blade.

"Double-check!" The devil officer who took the lead ordered.

The devil soldiers wore big hats and sneakily wandered around the position with bayonets.

"Poof!"

The devil soldier inserted a bayonet into the body of the soldier who fell to the ground, ensuring that no enemy was left alive.

After cleaning up the battlefield, the devils who landed on the shore launched an attack from the flank, and cooperated with the frontal assault troops to attack the defensive position guarded by Zhao Hong's troops.

Zhao Hong did not panic, showing the qualities that a veteran should have, and commanding the battle without being surprised.

The two sides are in a stalemate, falling into a stage of equilibrium between you and me, and the pace of the devil's attack is blocked.

After a morning of fierce fighting, the devil soldiers were also a little tired, and they could not reach the best state in terms of mental or physical strength.

Kameda is a veteran soldier, and this is not good news for the attacking side, and if it drags on, it will result in heavy losses.

Then he ordered "All withdraw!" ”

After receiving the order to retreat, the devil temporarily withdrew from the field of vision of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

It's too late to relax, hurry up and clear the battlefield and restack the bunkers.

The devil retreated to the team and sat on the ground to rest, he had already prepared food, and the logistics troops sent it up, and the Eighth Route Army team did not have such good conditions in this regard, and he quickly bit a little bit with a little dry food to satisfy his hunger.

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The five hundred devils led by Liao Changsheng were very relaxed, there were no defenders along the way, and they entered Fuling City directly from the valley.

When Wu Mingyi received the news, he was very panicked and annoyed, and he forgot about this inconspicuous battle-ready place.

"Who brought the soldiers?" Wu Mingyi asked.

"Commander, it's Liao Changsheng!"

Hearing this news, Wu Mingyi breathed a sigh of relief, he was really lucky, and immediately ordered, "Don't worry about them, cooperate with Liao Changsheng!" ”

Wu Mingyi is equivalent to handing over Fuling's heart to Liao Changsheng, and at this moment, he can only believe in him unconditionally.

Liao Changsheng took the devil to directly attack the logistics troops of the 42nd Army, Wu Mingyi greeted him in advance, and immediately evacuated when Liao Changsheng shot him.

After a few gunshots, the 42nd Army gave up all the logistical materials.

Liao Changsheng rushed into the material warehouse with the devil, "Brothers, eat as you like, you're welcome!" ”

If you want to take advantage of the devil, you have to give them some benefits, and the devil eats without worry.

After eating, Liao Changsheng said again, "The frontal gunfire has stopped, let's rest!" "Pretending to see if an enemy is coming, I closed the door to the warehouse.

The five hundred devils around him were all lazily lying on the sacks containing grain, enjoying the leisure between the truces.

slept directly into the evening, and was awakened by the cannon sound of the devil in front of him.

"Hurry up, hurry!" Liao Changsheng first woke up the five hundred devils, and then asked the devils to put on the uniforms of the national army.

The devil doesn't know what he means? "What does this mean?" he asked. ”

Liao Changsheng explained solemnly, "We wore enemy clothes to blend in, so that the enemy could not tell the difference, and then quietly annihilated them!" ”

With such a huge team, fools can see the clues, and what is even more ridiculous is that these devils actually believed it and willingly put on the military uniform of the national army, as if they had endless exploits beckoning to them.

Everything is ready only to the east wind, and Liao Changsheng has an important factor in this plan, that is, to make the devil unable to distinguish between friend and foe.

Only when the night is completely shrouded, even if the devil's flashbang can light up the battlefield, but it can't shine a clear picture of the person's face, not to mention that the devil he brought has already put on the uniform of the national army.

When the time comes, watch the devils kill each other!

"When are you leaving?" The devil lieutenant who followed Liao Changsheng asked.

"Wait!" Liao Changsheng looked at the hazy sky, it was not the time.

The sunlight completely left the ground, "Go, quick!" Liao Changsheng rushed directly to the frontal battlefield with five hundred devils.

The devil was attacking violently, Zhao Hong found the soldiers who suddenly appeared behind him, Liao Changsheng ran in front and shouted, "Rush~"

The voice was very familiar, and Zhao Hong suddenly recognized Liao Changsheng and understood his tactics.

"Withdraw, withdraw immediately!" Zhao Hong ordered.

The soldiers were puzzled, but could only obey the order, and after the Eighth Route Army retreated, they fired fiercely at the devils.

Liao Changsheng also shot at the devil, and suddenly so many national troops appeared, and the charging devil was confused.

A random shot, in the dark of the night, it is not clear who is who? Dense beams of light flew everywhere.

The devils disguised as the national army and the charging devils rushed up, and the devil lieutenant who followed Liao Changsheng felt that something was wrong, and when he looked back at Liao Changsheng, there was no one left.

The charging devil was kept in the dark, not knowing that he was desperately shooting his compatriots.

After a while, two-thirds of the five hundred devil soldiers were reimbursed, and the devils who charged also suffered heavy losses.

At this time, Liao Changsheng and Zhao Hong led the Eighth Route Army to rush up again.

The devil fled in defeat!