Xiao Xiong led more than 300 special soldiers and walked quickly towards the steep mountain behind the temple. Han Feng led the Yunshan guerrillas to lead the way in front, and everyone walked together in an orderly and silent manner in the dark night.

The five old peaks behind the temple are also called five brain peaks, which are the highest peaks of Yunju Mountain. The mountains are steep and dangerous, the trees are dense and tall, hidden from the sky, and the branches are criss-crossed. Even in broad daylight, the mountain is gray, and with the fallen leaves over the years, it is especially difficult to walk in the forest. Zhenru Zen Temple was built against the back of the Five Old Peaks.

The team followed Han Feng, who was playing the torch of the oil pine, and hurried forward. Suddenly, Xiao Xiong stopped on the side of the road, he noticed that something was wrong with the situation, as if someone was missing, and he called out softly:

"Wang Xiaofei, Li Minghua, where are you?" Xiao Xiong suddenly shouted......

"Who saw Wang Xiaofei and them? Han Feng, did you see Wang Xiaofei and them?"

"No, but before the team left just now, they said that they were going to Zhaozhou Pass to have a look, and they said that they would come back as soon as they finished reading."

"Go to Zhaozhou Pass? Oops, no, these two guys ......"

Xiao Xiong "chuckled" in his heart, and knew that the situation was not good. He swallowed back the second half of his words, and now, he also knows that things are difficult to save, and the life and death of Wang Xiaofei and his brothers have to be handed over to God.

Han Feng led the Einsatzgruppen to finally walk out of the pitch-black primeval forest and climb to the top of Wulao Peak. Han Feng asked his team members to tie a long rope to the big rock on the mountain, and slowly climbed down the cliff by the moonlight, and then the team members who went down first took the people above down. Everyone slowly climbed down the cliff one by one with the help of the moonlight.

Wang Xiaofei and Li Minghua quietly left when Xiao Xiong led the team away, and they had the same idea, that is, they wanted to see the brothers who stayed behind, and to stay and fight with them.

They went to the ward for the seriously wounded and saw the four monks feeding the wounded who had just woken up. They also walked over, picked up the rice bowls with gruel on the table, and fed the wounded. When several monks saw them come in, they looked at them in amazement. The old monk hurriedly said to the two of them:

"Two donors, why are you back again? Get out of here and follow the group. ”

"Okay, we'll leave after feeding them."

When the wounded had finished eating, the two came to the Zhaozhou Pass. The wounded guards were very excited when they saw them, and they were anxious to persuade them to leave quickly and catch up with the group.

Both of them were very touched at this time, because they knew that none of the brothers who remained would survive. However, they left the hope of life to the brothers who could go, and were ready to trade their lives for time for the smooth transfer of the army.

The two men didn't say anything, just patted the brethren on the shoulders one by one, and then sat down beside them with a smile. They carefully inspected the guns and ammunition of each wounded and helped them to repair their bunkers. He also helped them open the lids of the grenades one by one, put them in front of them, and handed out food and water to everyone. Then they sat down quietly.

Today is the ninth day of the ninth month of September, and it is the Chung Yeung Festival. Looking up, I saw a half moon hanging on the top of the Goro Peak. The night is already very deep.

Li Minghua asked softly:

"Brother Xiaofei, you say, should they have already gone down the mountain, commander?"

"Almost, they're probably down the hill."

Wang Xiaofei squinted at Li Minghua for a moment, and then asked:

"Minghua, do you regret staying a little?"

"Nope! I'm wondering if the commander is leaving with his brothers, and I'm thinking about how to kill a few more devils tomorrow. ”

Li Minghua picked up a piece of cloth on the ground, carefully wiped the gun in his hand, and after wiping it, polished the bullets one by one, and then pressed them into the magazine. At this time, he already had two bullet belts on his body, and now he was ready to install a third. Looking at the calm Li Minghua, Wang Xiaofei smiled slightly.

Before dawn the next day, the devils suddenly launched an attack on the position of the Zhaozhou Pass Einsatzgruppen. It didn't take long for their positions to be blown up by the devil's shells like ploughed fields.

As soon as the devil's artillery fire stopped, those team members who were not killed quickly got out of the dirt, they shook off the dirt on their bodies, picked up their guns, and kept shooting at the devils who rushed over.

It was already dawn, and several attacks launched by the devils were repulsed. The casualties of the Einsatzgruppen are also increasing. After another round of fierce attacks by the devils, the closed door that was repaired yesterday was finally blown open again under the bombardment of the devils' artillery fire.

A wounded man crawled to Wang Xiaofei and Li Minghua, who were shooting at the devil, and said to them in a pleading tone:

"Two chiefs, you should quickly retreat, we won't be able to leave anyway. We're here to top. You go down and see if you can take more people to evacuate, leave us alone, you can go one by one. ”

Wang Xiaofei didn't say anything, they just shook the wounded man's hand tightly and withdrew from their positions. They went straight to the back of the temple.

When they came to the ward where the seriously wounded were staying, they saw that the wounded who had not seen the ward were opening the back covers of each grenade, and then took out the cable inside. Most of the wounded held the grenade in their hands, placed it on their chests, and pulled the covers up to cover them. Those who could not move asked the other wounded to tie the open grenades to their bodies with gauze and tie the strings to the bed. They did it very carefully, as if they were afraid of making a mistake. Each wounded person in the ward had at least one grenade for himself. They also pulled the grenade out of the box and put it under the bed.

At this moment, there was another fierce gunfire from the direction of the pass, and the devils began to attack again.

Although the wounded who served as a blockade at the pass fought bloodily, their resistance seemed so insignificant in the face of the devils who attacked like a tide. After a while, the devils rushed to the gate. The general trend has gone, and the position cannot be defended.

At this time, the team members on the battlefield, each of whom picked up a bundle of grenades, pulled the strings, and some bravely rolled down from the cliff and some from the wall. With a loud bang, the grenade continued to explode in the crowd of devils who rushed to the pass, and the devils were killed and wounded.

After the loud bang, the pass suddenly became deathly silent, and the fierce gunfire just now was no more. The devils finally rushed into the temple.

Suddenly, bells and drums rang out. The devils rushed to the ruins of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and they saw four monks beating the bell and drum, and the solemn bell and drum were ringing by them. They beat bells and drums while chanting "Amitabha". There was such a calm and solemn look on the faces of each of them.

The devils were shocked by what they saw, but it was only for a moment that they stabbed the four monks with their guns in hand.

The sound of bells and drums stopped, and the monks fell. However, with blood all over their bodies, they stubbornly got up from the ground, sat cross-legged, folded their hands, and recited "Great Compassion and Great Compassion Nam no Amitabha" together. Their voices started out loud and high, then they grew quieter and quieter, and finally stopped altogether. With a smile on their faces, the four monks returned west.

A devil soldier rushed at the monk again with a bayonet, Wang Xiaofei angrily shot at him, the bullet hit the devil's eyebrows, and he fell headlong beside the monks, not moving.

The other devils immediately lay on the ground, and they shot wildly towards the place where Wang Xiaofei and Li Minghua were hiding. Li Minghua and Wang Xiaofei were both sharpshooters, and they saw the feat of the monks with their own eyes. The two fought with the devil on the basis of the ruins. They were almost one shot at a time, and the guns were deadly. The devils didn't dare to look up.

Seeing this, the devils behind set up mortars and bombarded the ruins where they were hiding. Suddenly, the ruins where the two were hiding were blown up by shells, and thick smoke billowed from the rubble. Wang Xiaofei was hit by a piece of shrapnel in his leg, and Li Minghua's left shoulder was also injured

Taking advantage of the smoke from the explosion, Li Minghua hurriedly retreated to the mountain behind Wang Xiaofei with him.

As soon as the devils saw that they could no longer resist, they rushed to the row of houses with their guns in hand.

The doors were all open, and the devils saw that there were wounded people with bandages on their heads and bodies. They let out a wild laugh like beasts, and together they immediately rushed into the room, and one by one they stabbed the wounded with their bayonets.

However, before their laughter could stop, the wounded pulled all the grenades on their bodies.

"Boom", with the explosion of grenades, the entire row of houses was blown into the sky. When the smoke cleared, the original house and people were gone.

"I'm talking about you, this devil is the ancestor of eight lifetimes!"

Wang Xiaofei and Li Minghua fired at the devils who were still stunned, and with the crisp gunshots one after another, the devils were knocked to the ground one by one.

After the devils came to their senses, they opened fire on Wang Xiaofei and the others. The bullets hit the stones where the two were hiding, and the sparks kept splashing.

Suddenly, Wang Xiaofei snorted, turned over and fell to the ground. Li Minghua hurriedly climbed over, and he hurriedly helped Wang Xiaofei who fell to the ground. I saw that one of the devil's bullets hit him in the chest and drilled out of his back. Blood gushed out from Wang Xiaofei's wounds.

Li Minghua took out a first-aid kit and tried to plug the muzzle of Wang Xiaofei's body, but blood still flowed out through the gauze.

Wang Xiaofei said to Li Minghua with difficulty:

"Brother, you should withdraw quickly. Tell the commander that I'll go first. ”

After speaking, he used all his strength to push Li Minghua away, pointed a gun at him, and shouted:

"Let's go! I'll cover you. ”

Li Minghua was pushed to a stumbling point, and he turned around and ran towards the back of the mountain.