PS: I'm so tired - I seem to have forgotten the update? In other words, few people should read my book, and the update will be late.........

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Although the puppet army was more than twice as large as Yan Hanshui's men, they were also crushed by the anger of these people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoA soldier was hit by two bullets and pulled a grenade while holding the enemy before he died. A soldier's stomach was penetrated, but he also bit the neck of the puppet soldier opposite, and the blood broke his face. Although Wang Haifeng doesn't have any martial arts, he has a lot of strength. A big knife flung in, cutting the puppet army into the desert and fleeing, and no one even dared to stay in front of him.

His clothes were like blood, but his eyes were still very fanatical. In front of such a group of soldiers with revenge and fanaticism, the puppet army completely collapsed. Nearly 80 people were hacked to death, and the rest of the weapons were lost and ran down the hillside.

Yan Hanshui saw this situation and shouted, "Pick up the weapon immediately, and come back!" Don't chase! Trumpeter, trumpet! "Yan Hanshui's subordinates also have such a similar signal soldier, so they quickly remembered the call to retreat on the battlefield.

It's a pity that there are still a few, and they really kill the red eye. He chased after him, and then died at the gunpoint of the Japanese soldiers. The rest of the people gradually got out of the madness, and when they heard Yan Hanshui shouting again, they immediately picked up their weapons and ammunition on the ground and ran back desperately. Yan Hanshui had already seen it in the distance, and more than two hundred people rushed up. And there are less than fifty people who have returned to the edge of the cold water alive. Yan Hanshui gritted his teeth: "Are all the grenades buried?" ”

Tu Yu nodded: "Give up the second line of defense so soon?" ”

"They're tired..."Yan Hanshui pointed at Wang Haifeng and the others. They themselves were able to kill more than thirty people, but they hacked to death more than eighty people on the other side. But now, they're almost all gasping for breath. Despite their physical exhaustion, they managed to rescue more than 60 young and old, including more than 40 women and girls. Of course... These poor women didn't even have clothes, and many people hugged their heads and cried when they saw the smoke and cold water. Yan Hanshui had no choice but to pull out some puppet army corpses on the spot, and first find clothes for these people to change and put on.

The youngest girl seemed to be only seven or eight years old, and she was covered with her coat: "What a bunch of beasts! Good.... Fall back! Tu Yu gritted his teeth, and just before the second team of the puppet army arrived, everyone left the place. Out of the weapons, they took nothing with them. There was even some of the stuff I just ate, corn and sweet potatoes. Those puppet soldiers were very happy to come. Almost completely accepted a line of defense, and even a lot of food.

The people who had retreated to the last line of defense, that is, at the gate of the cottage, gasped. Then he said a few words to one of his men, who immediately ran to a hidden place and lit a few gunpowder fuses. The leads were buried in the ground, and they were covered with heavy stones, so that they would not be injured by mistake. So the puppet army didn't know all this at all, and the more than 200 puppet troops were still cleaning up the spoils, not knowing at all that a catastrophe was coming.

There was silence for about five or six minutes, and above the battlefield, there was a huge explosion. Even if they were already dozens of meters away, the group of people in Yanhanshui felt that an invisible shock wave was crashing towards them. Qingdai, who was relatively weak, sat directly on the ground, and many people pulled each other to barely fall. Where the second line of defense was, a black smoke rose up. Although no mushroom cloud has formed, it is clearly a large explosion point.

The puppet army who was still celebrating the counting of the spoils of war just now didn't even shout. There was an explosion at that distance, and even if he wasn't dead, he would probably be half-crippled. At least that kind of sound, Yan Hanshui felt that those who survived were afraid that their eardrums would not be guaranteed. The Japanese soldiers and instructors at the foot of the mountain scolded one by one for a long time. Everyone could see that those 200 people would not survive. It has been almost two days since entering Liangshan, and the casualties have reached about 1,000. There were more than 3,000 of them in total, and most of the rest were besieging the mountain where Qian Kun was originally located.

With this casualty ratio, if it weren't for the Japanese father behind the puppet army, it would have collapsed a long time ago. But even so, the morale of the puppet army is getting lower and lower.

Now there are more than 700 puppet troops and 70 or 80 Japanese troops left, and the Japanese soldiers and instructors are obviously impatient. More than 1,000 people hit a hill with several hundred people, killing and wounding more than 500 people. I found an interpreter, and more than 100 people were transferred to see where the second line of defense had passed through the explosion, and how many people were still alive. Then I looked at the time, and that's it for today. But it can't be cheap on the side of the cold water, so soon more than a dozen mortars were dropped.

Those puppet soldiers found less than twenty living people in the ruins. Of these living people, only five were still conscious, and two could still hear voices. Everyone was bleeding, their ears, nose and eyes were all inflicted internal injuries by the powerful explosion and impact. Of these living people, more than half of them were blown up into madness.

There were even a few vocal cords that were damaged, and their mouths were full of blood foam, and their limbs were constantly grasping something. The more than 100 puppet soldiers were so shocked by this scene that they were about to pee their pants, but under the strong threat of the Japanese army, they had to watch the mountain here.

At night, mortars continued to attack the hills. And in the distance, riding three mountains, it seems that a fierce battle has also broken out. Wang Shun and the rest of Qian Kun's men stayed here, and they swore to live and die with the mountain. After all, the mourning soldiers will win, and those bandits who are determined to die have abandoned their cowardly and timid style in the past. Even in the middle of the night, a death squad of dozens of people was dispatched to rush the puppet army camp with explosives. Beacon fires were lit on both sides of the mountain, and both the smoke and cold water and the other side knew that the other party was still insisting.

The shelling continued almost all night, and the sound was so loud that it was not far from the mountains or the mountains, so that you could not even think about resting properly. In the early morning of the third day, it came in a cloud of gunsmoke. Yan Hanshui found Tu Yu, and the two of them took out the backpack in the storage space. Then I took out dozens of bags of instant noodle seasoning packets, and I just made noodles in the morning. It is a big iron pot boiled, and there are a few pieces of fat in it that can be regarded as a meal for the soldiers.

Yan Hanshui thought about it for a while, and directly threw these seasoning packets into a few cauldrons. A peculiar aroma immediately attracted all the soldiers, whose noses had never smelled this mixture of meat and oil and salt. Yan Hanshui laughed: "I've eaten a full meal today!" As long as we hold on to this day, the guerrillas will probably be able to assemble a team to rescue us. If you can't hold on, then be a full ghost, and we'll die here together! After speaking, Yan Hanshui first filled a big bowl.

"This taste is really nostalgic..."Yan Hanshui smiled and asked all the soldiers to line up to eat. What the? Some people say that in general, novels are the last to eat by the leader? Nonsense.... Do you let a group of girls eat at the end, it's not a privilege, that's how it should be. A group of people laughed, and they didn't know how many of them would make it through the day.