In the short battle on the hillside, five or six devils who went crazy for the sake of water were wounded, and no one cared about them, and the rest of the devils rushed into the village before the last of their remaining strength was exhausted.

There was a well in the middle of a vacant lot in the small village, and the stench of feces wafted out from the mouth of the well, so that the devil could not open his eyes.

collapsed, this kind of desperate despair that was close at hand could not be borne by the imperial army that claimed to be invincible in the world, and his body seemed to be instantly evacuated, and he lost his mind after falling. One of the devils howled hysterically, ripped open his own gaiters, tied his dry kettle and threw it down the well.

When the water with a slight color and adulteration was frantically poured into the devil's mouth, before it could rush into his burning throat, it spewed out, and the stench was full, and then he bent down in pain, fell to his knees weakly, vomited heavily, spasmed, and could not vomit anything. The body, which had been stripped of its full potential, could not bear it, and finally retched to the point of shock, and collapsed on the edge of the foul-smelling well, without a sound.

As a squad leader, as a second lieutenant, I had to stand up at the moment when the team suffered a heavy blow to my heart, take responsibility for the one in front of me, and rebuild confidence for the collapsed devils.

The devil lieutenant straightened up in pain, suppressed the depression in his chest, faced the stench, burst out of the green tendons on his temples, his eyes were on fire, and he once again tore open the broken gong's throat.

The Imperial soldiers are invincible! We have not failed! They are a bunch of vile cowards! They don't even deserve the qualifications of the enemy! We have to ...... Just ourselves!

These words sank like a stone into the sea, did not form any waves around them, the devils just wanted to drink water, they are not interested in knowing whether the enemy is a coward or not, what can we talk about victory without water? What is the difference between defeating oneself in this way and seppuku?

The second lieutenant's command seemed to be in danger, and he looked around wearily at the malaise and ignorance, and whispered bitterly: "Okay, let's retreat, from here to the west, a few dozen miles further, there are villages, there is a small river.

This is what the devils want to hear, they struggle to get up with their rifles, endure the pain of the blisters on their feet sticking to the village of the shoes, endure the burning breath, and begin to stagger outside the village, not wanting to wait for the order to set off.

......

Most of the pot of water rushed through his throat, Hu Yi still felt thirsty, but the kettle was twisted and put down by him, it was just the illusion of being thirsty for too long, the desert in his chest became an oasis, his muddy head gradually became clear, even the pain in his feet faded, and he had a trace of strength.

The soldiers began to speak again, whispering or giggling around, Luo Fugui and Ma Liang's third class stayed in the far limelight, a few of them were so stinky that they couldn't wash it for a while, and they were scolded angrily by Xiao Hongying's sand belt, and they were driven out of the collective of the ninth row.

Liu Jianqiang, Shi Cheng and Chen Chong came to fight, and the soldiers all shouted to beat the dehydrated dogs. Hu Yi has been silent and resting, compared to the devil in front of him, the ninth row is currently full of energy, but now it has come out of the barren mountain, and the nearby situation is not understood, if it encounters another enemy, the tired and exhausted nine platoon is not enough to see at all, and it does not even have the ability to get rid of it, which is the biggest potential risk.

The trapped beasts are still fighting, the devils can still move at present, they must continue to go west, if they have to eat them, there are too many unpredictable risks and accidents, and it is the most feasible safety plan to let them bleed a little within a limited range.

After careful consideration, the order was given. The first and ninth squads eaten, rested, and slept, and seized the time to recover their state; the fourth squad rushed twenty miles west to find a position and attacked these devils in a small ambush; the third squad advanced parallel to the devils, taking advantage of a suitable opportunity or terrain to attack and harass; and the second squad followed the enemy and herded sheep.

The participating units are the second, third, and fourth squads, most of which are recruits, which is an opportunity for long experience; they only chase twenty miles, which is within the range of the body that the soldiers can bear at present, and it is also a relatively low-risk distance range; once any unexpected enemy appears, there are squads one and nine in the recovery state available, so that they will not be helpless, and they dare not relax their nerves during the current sweeping period.

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The devils, carrying the wounded and carrying rifles, had just staggered out of the ruined village, with eleven figures behind them. The second lieutenant grabbed the telescope and looked at the target behind him, the distance was only five or six hundred meters, the eight roads that led the team were not clear in the telescope, the brim of the hat was rolled, covering his eyebrows and eyes, making the edges and corners faint, he pulled up his sleeves and held the rifle horizontally, and walked leisurely, the speed was neither fast nor pulled away.

He is the guy who keeps looking at himself with a telescope, he is the second lieutenant of the Eighth Road, he is the commander of a despicable act, he is a shameless deserter!

The second lieutenant snatched the crooked handle from the shoulder of the machine gunner who was staggering past him, and held it in his hand to shoot the jackal a mile away, and his anger almost broke the trigger of the machine gun, and he wanted to smash the despicable fellow to pieces.

The last bullet case hit the ground, and the jackal in the distance stood up leisurely with his rifle in his hand, and then the ten sparse figures behind him also carefully followed him and stood up quietly.

Blood flowed from the corner of the devil's second lieutenant's lips, bitten by himself.

A row of gunshots suddenly rang out in the woods a hundred meters away, and several devils fell on the spot, two of them still howling. Lying down in a panic, struggling to find shelter, panicking to find a target, he was so thirsty that he couldn't see the crosshairs clearly, so he simply fired indiscriminately into the woods, but the woods never returned fire, as if there was no one there at all.

Things are not people, and they can barely be used at this time, and a well changes the role of pursuit and escape. A hundred meters away in the woods, no one of the warriors of the empire was willing to rush over, neither the strength nor the desire to rush, and they didn't even want to stand up again after lying down.

Clutching the scabbard and clenching his fingers so hard that the devil second lieutenant ordered a machine gun to suppress the fire into the side woods, and the whole team continued to advance.

......

Hu Yi, who was armed with a cross-ended rifle, stopped and quietly looked at the path ahead.

"Squad leader, I'll come. Liu Jianqiang walked past Hu Yi, pulled out the bayonet behind his waist, and hung the muzzle of the gun with a click, and with another bang, the bolt pulled, lowered the muzzle, and walked step by step to the wounded soldier lying in front of him.

Hu Yi taught Liu Jianqiang the habit, and now he also wants to teach the second class recruits behind him, as the squad leader, he wants to set an example, and more importantly, he likes this feeling of unkindness. Everyone knows that Ma Liang regards Hu Yi as an idol, but in fact, Liu Jianqiang also secretly likes some of Hu Yi's characteristics, especially the slaughter of enemies.

He even unconsciously imitated Hu Yi's indifference and numbness, he thought it was very handsome, like Hu Yi, the bayonet hung diagonally to the ground, with the pace gently swinging, relaxed shoulders, relaxed arms, eyes repeatedly swept, noticed that a target was nearly ten meters away and seemed to be holding something, and the butt of the gun was naturally on the shoulder.

Smack--the devil's wounded soldier was silent.

There was a metallic sound, and the bolt of the gun brought out a bullet case with unfinished smoke, which fell next to Liu Jianqiang's feet, reflecting the copper light.

Then the bayonet hung down again, and rhythmically swayed to the first wounded, stabbed in, pumped out with a painful inhalation, and then bounced to the next.

A few wounded soldiers before entering the village and a few wounded soldiers who were injured in the woods attack just now were left behind by the devils, and they had to leave them if they didn't want to, no one had the strength to carry them again, and no one even wanted to take their guns, and a little more weight might not survive the end, not to mention that they would start to face a sneak attack on the road.

Liu Jianqiang felt very good about himself, he felt that his appearance was perfect, handsome and cool! It's a pity that there was no mirror, so that he could see his sloppy virtue and make his slaughter completely unbeautiful, not only did he not have Hu Yi's 'god', let alone Hu Yi's 'form'. Hu Yi is a cold machine, and Liu Jianqiang is more like a butcher.

Seeing the traces of imitation of the runny nose Yan zhòng, Hu Yi was speechless with black lines on his head, and the recruits of the second squad were terrified, which was completely different from shooting from a distance on the battlefield, the bloody bayonets made them dizzy, and they finally survived until the last devil wounded breathed, and then rushed over to pick up the corpses.

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It was an extremely painful march, thirsty, weak, aching, sleepy, and if it weren't for the fact that the end was water, the squad would have collapsed long ago. Their speed was as slow as an ox, and they couldn't improve at all, and they watched a small group of eight-way accompany them all the way to the flanks, constantly attacking, and once someone was injured, they would be abandoned on the spot, either by themselves or waiting for the jackals following behind them to solve it.

At this moment, they realized that once they fell prey, the imperial soldiers were also a fart, and they couldn't be deserters if they wanted to!

After marching twenty miles in a daze, and losing nearly twenty troops, the devil lieutenant's face had turned blue and purple, and he could no longer speak. The jackal was still unhurried and far behind, and he could imagine him licking the blood from his teeth triumphantly, and he was even more vile and ruthless than the jackal, because the jackal could eat after all, but he was a bloodthirsty abyss.

The devil lieutenant had a premonition that he was about to vomit blood, and he was so depressed that he wanted to cry, when suddenly the gunshots rang out again, and this time he refused to lie down with the group, he would rather be shot than imagine the wolf's grin behind him.

The gunfire came from the front, not much, only two rows of hurried shots, and then there was no more movement, and a devil was clutching his leg in pain not far away, trying to find a bandage, and no one looked at him, because he was finished.

Not long after, the second lieutenant of the devil stopped at the place where the Eighth Road was ambushed just now, and there was a broken wooden sign erected on the side of the road, on which were written three big carbon black characters: You have won!

He recognized a winning word, but he didn't want to know what it meant, and the subordinate who knew a little Chinese took the initiative to sue him.

Ahh

The wooden sign was kicked down by him, but he still refused to give up, and his shaky and weak body was still stomping on the wooden card, wanting to smash it, ignoring the fact that there was a thin rope tied to the bottom of the wooden card, and there was a pit of blue smoke in the pit on the ground.

Boom -

It's cool and autumn......