The soldiers on both sides are fearless at this time, the difference is that the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, Zhuang Ding, and the militia are not prepared to leave any way back for themselves, the will of the Jedi is a little stronger than that of the devil, and the hatred is more terrible than the fearlessness generated by greed!

"it! Hu big mouth! Lao Tzu is no more! Next year, I'll burn a paper paste for Lao Tzu's daughter-in-law! The words fell, and with a bang, the grenade and the devil fell together!

"The third! What a hoop! Wait a minute! "A bayonet stabbed the devil in pair, and he swallowed his breath when he grabbed the devil's neck!

"Captain Yang! Don't forget to send a letter to my mother! My home is in Pingshan??????" Before he finished speaking, four bayonets stabbed into the body almost at the same time!

Yang Bangzi listened to these words, the bullets whistling in his ears seemed to be surprisingly quiet, his eyes were hot, his head was lowered, he waved his hand back, and said in a low voice: "Reserve!" Above! Mid lane! ”

The soldiers of the two groups rushed down the steps from the gate of the compound one after another, and soon dispersed and disappeared into the misty smoke, and the Czech machine guns on both wings and the rifles made by Qijiu and Hanyang were still fighting back, indicating that there was a top on that side, and there was no one left in the middle of the two groups!

After the reserve team went up, there was only one courtyard left in Zuihou that had not been broken through by the devils, and the devils who had fought too hard with machine guns and grenades were temporarily suppressed.

Qing Shui was not far behind the attacking troops, and he used his binoculars to see the eight roads coming out of the small platform in the middle to reinforce him, and said in his heart, your reserves are finally used!

He immediately ordered to send a squad of ordinary soldiers from Zuihou who was following him to the middle! Tell the commander in front that even if you use a human pad, you have to attack the courtyard of the small mesa!

And tell the heralds to run back to the wall, and tell the artillerymen who have finished firing the shells. Grab all the weapons you can find. Even if you choose from the bosom of the dead. Run here! It's all pressed to the middle!

Qing Shui personally commanded the mortar, which still had a few shells, and blocked the gate of the small terrace with a short range of hanging fire, he was worried that there was still a reserve liliang of the Eighth Road there, and wanted to use artillery fire to increase the chances of his subordinates to win the assault!

At this time, the battle had only been more than twenty minutes, and the casualties of the enemy and us were almost equal to the sum of the first three battles!

The attacking forces of the devils, at the expense of personnel, used nearly half of the casualties to capture almost all the defense lines defended by the eight routes. As for the Eighth Route Army, the eight groups used for the first line, and now the rest together are not enough for the heads of the two groups.

The left and right flanks were forced to retreat to the middle, and with the courtyard wall and the reserves that came up with reinforcements, there was a draw with the devils for the time being, and only one of the three machine guns was still usable, or the soldiers kept watering, and the red-hot barrels were still usable, and the two machine guns fired hundreds of rounds in one go, and the barrels were bent!

The devils have also sobered up a little from the initial frenzy. There are dead people all around, so keep an eye on it. Therefore, instead of using the method of people to put people up, they began to use the old routines, machine guns and grenadiers to suppress, and the infantry tactical maneuver used grenades to pull out the fire points of the eight roads.

This can be regarded as giving the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army in the courtyard a chance to breathe, and they didn't take a few breaths, the part of the artillery that the devil transferred up has arrived, and this guy is also a second pole! There is no tactical literacy of the infantry, holding all kinds of guys is, staring at the big eyes, just one word! Above!

The barrel of a machine gun in Zuihou was finally burned red, the machine gun was dumb, and the devils swarmed up from behind the bunker with a scream! The three courtyards guarded by the Eighth Route Army have become battlefields of hand-to-hand combat again!

The two sides hit the courtyard from the courtyard wall, and from the courtyard to the backyard wall, the advantage of the devil in numbers will be revealed, and it is completely the method of squeezing people and pushing people to squeeze out the eight roads!

It's about to retreat to the backyard wall! More than a dozen soldiers of the Eighth Route Army are ready to pull grenades, or simply pounce on them and fight one by one! At this moment, a warrior's back was held up by a large and powerful hand! Looking back, three strands of long hair and white hair! Mr. Guo, who was fluttering in white, appeared by the courtyard wall!

Yang stick didn't stop it at all! He gritted his teeth and looked at the battlefield, his soldiers and devils fought together, falling down one after another, his lips were bitten, but he couldn't move, the commando behind him was the only hope for whether he could completely defeat the devils today, and he couldn't throw himself into it too early! Wait!

At this moment, several people flashed around him at once! The first one was dressed in a white robe, and the back few were all in black clothes and black pants, so I didn't have to think about it, I also knew that this was Mr. Guo and his guards.

When the old gentleman went down the steps, he turned around and smiled at Yang Bangzi, and the hand holding the knife arched slightly, turned around and ran forward in great stride.

How can this go out and pull it, just now the devil was still shooting at this courtyard, specifying that he suspected that there were eight roads here, and he couldn't move! Yang's mouth opened, but it was still closed, and his hand stretched out, but it still retracted! Endure! Wait!

Seeing that they were about to drive out the eighth road, the devils were screaming excitedly, and suddenly their eyes lit up, ho! The crane-haired white-clothed old man paced out from behind Balu steadily, his left hand was gently raised, stretched out to his chest, and his right hand was pulled, and it was cool and cool, and a treasure knife as cold as autumn water came out of its sheath!

On this bloody battlefield, there are dead bodies and stumps everywhere, and there is such an old gentleman with fairy wind and bones, and the white-clothed Shengxue is no less than a ray of sunlight shining through the gloomy sky, and the devils are silent in an instant! Look stupid!

Say it's too late, then it's too soon! Mr. Guo lifted his breath, shook the knife in his hand, picked up the knife flower, and walked with the sound of the wind, like a dancing white practice, pressed towards the devil!

Slashing left and right, the knife does not leave the body, the feet are chained, the movement and kicking, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight devils are cut and kicked away! When the little devil understood, this is not the character in the painting, it is the master of death, and when they dodged to block, the four black-clothed men behind also rushed over with knives, and clicked, this is all about chopping melons and vegetables!

This also complains about the little devil, how big a yard can be, a guy jumped in with a lot of people seventy or eighty people, crowded all over Dengden! Someone's blade wiped over and tried to hide, but he couldn't hide! If you understand, hurry up and run over the wall! One of them took the lead and retreated, and there was a second and a third!

The more than ten eight-way couldn't squeeze in front, so they used bullets in the back to shoot at those who jumped over the wall and wanted to run, one shot at a time!

The middle line battlefield, which was in danger a few minutes ago, was turned the tide by Mr. Guo! And that's not all! hugged this yard, the old gentleman was still unsatisfied, and chased the fleeing devil's butt for two more streets!

In the middle, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, who were fighting both wings, also boosted their morale, and took the opportunity to counterattack the devils in front of them out of the two streets, and suddenly restored the front line to before the war!

The devil also transferred a lot of people on the left and right sides to the middle just now, and seeing that this has laid a barrier for Zuihou, he was disturbed by a white-bearded old man! The Japanese soldiers who have been fighting hard for a long time, this will be to take a mountain of gold and put it in front of them, and they really have no strength to fight anymore, they are discouraged, and it is not easy to get together again!

Qing Shui stood on the courtyard wall behind him and saw the scene that happened in front of him! Seeing that the middle lane was falling short, and the entire front was about to fall into the point of collapse on the whole front, Qing Shui had no choice but to give an order to let the death squad go up!

He took a herald's rifle, squatted on the courtyard wall, aimed at his soldiers for a few seconds, and with a snap of his fingers, a bullet bit Mr. Guo's leg like a silent poisonous snake.

Originally, Qing Shui was aiming at the old man's heart, and before he was about to shoot, he remembered that the old man went to the banquet in the cave, this old man was still very old, and he and the prince were able to set up a table of wine and food for the two subordinate prisoners, just for this, Qing Shui also wanted to give the old gentleman a life and catch him alive.

The bullet hit Mr. Guo's knee below, hurting the bones, and then haode body, the vital parts of the legs supporting the body couldn't support the gun, one stumbled, almost fell, and the guards behind him hurriedly held on. (To be continued......)