On the day of General Zhang's death, the 13th Division of the Japanese invaders also broke through the rest of our 33rd Group Army, and the encirclement on the southern front was immediately broken.

The 31st Army in the north attacked southward, surrounded Yamawaki Masataka's 3rd Division, and then divided it. Commander Tang commanded the troops to launch a non-stop onslaught on the devils, and for a moment there was a great posture of completely annihilating the Third Division.

This time, it scared Sonobe and Ichiro very much. The old devil urgently dispatched aviation troops, caught up all the planes that could fly in the sky, and desperately wanted to pull his precious third division back. If there was an accident in the Third Division, he, the commander who had only just taken office, would be considered the end of his life. No one could afford to bear the heavy responsibility of the defeat of the Third Division.

Although he had used his best strength, he still had too few heavy weapons at hand. These dozens of tanks of the devils are not decorations, and the devils who played with their lives poured out their blood and launched a group charge with the tanks. The sky is dark and overwhelming, and there are planes that can't be driven away, and there are groups of tanks underground, so they just drive forward, and Commander Tang only sighed when he looked at the sky.

Look at the cooked duck, it's about to fly! The devils of the Third Division have long lost their morale, but now it is time for life and death. Although the devils don't have much spirit to fight, let them run behind the butt of the tank, they will always do. Don't dare to fight in close combat, put the gun from a long distance, and the devils can do it.

Knowing that they would die if they stopped here, the devil officers of the 3rd Division used their command knives to force their soldiers to rush forward one by one. Don't rush? Which one is slow, just stab him and see if he still rushes?

Behind him is a bloody lesson, the devil soldiers are forced to be helpless, and they don't dare to resist them, if they run slowly, they will be stabbed, so they simply close their eyes and let them out! Holding the 38 big cover with a desperate howl, he rushed up with his head down.

With tanks in front of him and planes escorting him overhead, even if Commander Tang wanted to keep this devil, he had no way to do it when he had too little heavy artillery at hand. Order the troops to put their guns as far as possible, so that all the large and small artillery in the group army will pour all the shells into the devil without reservation!

The devils of the Third Division braved the bullets and shells flying all over the sky, and after paying a heavy price, they really escaped from Commander Tang's tens of thousands of troops! When they met with those two divisions again, more than half of the devils who were lucky enough to survive shed tears of excitement.

General Zhang was martyred, and the commander of the war zone and the chairman of the Chongqing Committee were greatly shocked, and the chairman ordered the Fifth War Zone to take back General Zhang's body at all costs.

The task of retrieving General Zhang's body eventually fell to the 38th Division. Huang Weigang, the commander of the 38th Division, has always been a soldier under General Zhang, and General Zhang's position in his heart is like that of a brother. As soon as he heard the news of the general's sacrifice, Division Commander Huang wanted to lead the whole division to fight the devil desperately, but before he could charge, the order from the war zone came down, asking him to immediately lead his troops to snatch the general's body back, saying that this was a strict order from Chairman Chongqing!

Although he didn't know why this task fell on his head, Huang Weigang didn't hesitate at all. The generals who came out of the Northwest Army had a habit of keeping a short spear team in the troops. This force can be at the company, battalion, or regimental level. The 38th Division has such a pistol battalion, and the death squad that Huang Wei just wanted to pick was ready to choose from here.

The pistol battalion is full of veterans who have been in the army for more than three years, and each of them not only has good marksmanship, but also has work on them, which can be regarded as the absolute elite of the army.

"Brethren! The commander was killed by the devil. I'm going to take you all to get the commander's body back today! Not all of the brothers who go back this time will come back, and I Huang Weigang will be the same. Which brother wants to go, say to himself! ”

Division Commander Huang stood in front of hundreds of soldiers in the pistol battalion, and his voice was trembling. He was angry, why was he not in front of the commander when he died? If there was his 38th Division, how could he snatch the commander back! The killing of the army commander is a great shame for the entire 59th Army and the entire 33rd Group Army, and it is a hatred that is not shared by the sky!

"I'll go!" There was no one to lead, everyone raised their right arms, and everyone's faces were filled with deep sadness.

"Well, the brothers are all good!" As soon as Huang Wei shouted, he reached out and began to undress, took off his shirt and pants, until he was left with a big pants. His heart is hot, and when he puts on his clothes, he feels uncomfortable, and he just wants the night breeze to blow well.

"Let's go!" Huang Weigang snatched a Czech light machine gun from the soldier next to him, and just like that, holding the machine gun and shirtless, he led hundreds of heroes to disappear into the night.

That night, Huang Weigang of the 38th Division led a 600 death squad to attack the Japanese camp at pumpkin shop. They were not here to attack the enemy camp, but to get back the body of their commander.

The devil buried General Zhang on a small hillside, and there was a wooden sign erected in front of the tomb, which read: The tomb of Zhang Zizhong, the general of China.

Before coming out, some intelligence officers told Huang Weigang the exact location of General Zhang's tomb. When the devils buried General Zhang's body, they didn't do any special secrecy work. Since the chairman of the committee has personally ordered the grave, it is not easy to find out the exact location of the grave? In this way, Master Huang can be regarded as prepared.

It's one thing to look at it on a map, it's another thing to actually walk around. This is not a deserted wilderness where no one is around, there are military camps with devils stationed nearby! Since Master Huang is here, he has put everything out of the way! All these hundreds of brothers in the pistol battalion are willing to die!

First approached quietly, and as soon as the devil found out, he immediately opened fire here, and moved after the fight. In this way, these hundreds of people made a fuss in the devil's camp!

Killing and killing, rushing and rushing, finally rushing to that soul-breaking hillside. Looking at the sign erected by the Japanese, Huang Weigang, a seven-foot man, cried loudly! The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, just because he hasn't reached the sad place. In front of the army commander's grave, Division Commander Huang could no longer control his emotions.

"Divisional commander, divisional commander, let's go back and cry again. Quick, dig out the commander, we're going back!" The pistol battalion commander who had been with him for eight years was crying and persuading his division commander, and the gunfire behind him was loud, and the brothers of the pistol battalion were using their flesh and blood to block the devil's crazy attack.

"Commander, big brother! Brother is here to take you home! Huang Wei just cried and stepped forward, kicked down the tombstone in the devil, took the sapper shovel handed by the soldier and began to excavate.

In the face of the crazy attack of the devils, the fighters of the pistol battalion did not retreat an inch. Behind them is the body of their commander, and they have no way to retreat!