The flames are raging, rushing to three feet, the black smoke is billowing, galloping high, more and more magnificent, under the gray sky, the contrast is extremely distinct, like a pencil landscape painting with a heavy brush, like a beacon fire!

The scorching heat forced Hu Yi to slowly retreat on the highway, and after retreating for a long distance, his face was still hot, and the mud on his chest was losing its moisture, and some pieces were falling. The heat was so hot that he was forced to shiver in the cold, and forced Hu Yi to retreat again, and the mud-stained raincoat actually dried.

Quietly enjoying the scorching heat, he was now in the mood to take out his pocket watch and look at it, in the middle of the road, under the thick black smoke, immersed in the rhythm of the watch hands.

The entire nameless bridge was burning, and even the motorcycles crooked on the bridge were roaring.

Not far to the east, a truck was parked on the road, its doors wide open, its windshield riddled with bullet holes, blood dripping from the bottom of the cab to the road, and gasoline running out of gas through the gaps at the bottom of huge fuel tanks. A little farther away, a truck slumped in the mud under the road. Of the original three trucks, only the farthest away god technology at the back escaped.

The only surviving devil driver, struggling in the mud near the truck, kept climbing, but he couldn't get an inch away from hell, and he didn't even notice that one of his feet had been stuck in the mud by the roots, and he continued to climb, tearing up the grass he was holding and picking out his bloody nails.

Tian Sanqi lowered the bayonet that was still bleeding, walked in the mud step by step, and approached the goalmate who had long been soulless.

The moment the bayonet was raised high, Tian Sanqi fell, fell in the mud and turned around, Shi Cheng was actually behind him, and spread his hands apologetically at him.

The devil who had just experienced the nightmare before death could breathe again, and the fear was hurried, and the mud Balu figure who saved him under the bayonet was like a god of light in his eyes, making him teary-eyed, completely oblivious to the fact that the fallen Balu was frowning strangely.

The rescuer bent down and pulled the roots of the tree under the mud hard, freeing the devil's sprained ankle, then pulled the devil by the neck and dragged the devil to the truck next to the road.

The devil said something incoherently, probably words of thanks, but he couldn't understand it, so he had to speak his own words to himself.

"What's the name of your village? It's far from here, isn't it? The company commander said that your village is on the other side of the sea, but I haven't even seen the sea. The rescuer said this, and continued to hold the devil by the neck, dragging the devil to continue walking in the mud and continuing to walk towards the highway. The devil didn't understand what the savior was talking about, so he had to continue to say his own gratitude for the grace of not killing in a trembling tone.

"Our village is not close to here, of course not as far as your village, and there is no sea, so poor that there are only green mountains, and in the summer...... The mountain is beautiful, especially the fields on the hillside......"

The rescuer muttered to himself all the way, and finally dragged the devil onto the road, dragged him to the truck, and then let go of his hand, and let the devil fall crookedly on the road. He looked at the tank, which had stopped flowing gasoline, and drew his bayonet and stabbed it further down the gap, and the gasoline began to flow again.

Raising his hand to the west of the road, fifty meters away was a raging black rise: "That stream is not too far, as long as you can run there, jump into the water, you can float back to the village." Be brave, you can do it. ”

Gasoline, gestures, and unintelligible words made the devil very confused, until the savior suddenly poured gasoline into the back of his neck.

Heart-rending howl!

Frightened, Xu Xiao, who was leading the snot bubbles, rummaged in the cab of a certain truck, and the bear rushed out to look at it, a burning devil, burning on the road, burning and staggering towards the burning bridge in the west, burning and howling, Ren is also terrified of the bear that is used to seeing life and death, and can't help roaring: "Shi Cheng I X your grandmother! How many do you want to die of disgust! Oh, I ...... it."

The stumbling on the highway becomes a struggle on the road, like a dance on the road.

Xu Xiao stretched out his head from under the bear's squeaky nest and couldn't close his mouth covered with biscuit dregs; Tian Sanqi sat in the mud under the highway, with a rifle in one arm and a knee in the other; Li Xiang only glanced at it, and continued to be busy tinkering in the cab of the truck; Hu Yi finally closed the pocket watch in his hand, turned his head and looked coldly at the road behind him, until the shell gun in Ma Liang's hand went off, the burning quieted down, and continued to burn on the road, rising a new column of black smoke.

......

The battle continued to the east until the devil Shaozuo sent people to copy the upper and lower reaches of the nameless stream, and the eight roads on the other side of the bridge fled eastward without a trace.

At this point, the wreckage of the wooden bridge is still blazing, and although it has not collapsed, it cannot be counted on. A few dozen meters east of the wooden bridge, two trucks were also burning, all the black smoke swirling together, obscuring a large area of the sky above.

A devil officer stood beside Shao Zuo and wanted to ask if he wanted to organize a team to extinguish the fire on the bridge, but when he saw Shao Zuo's gray and white gloomy face, he didn't dare to ask.

Shao Zuo is depressed, it is impossible to reach the destination on time, it is not a problem that the convoy can't pass, but the problem that the Eighth Route is ahead, the problem that the Eighth Route has a lot of troops, and the problem that the sky is about to get dark, and the night will become a paradise for those shameless Eight Routes, unless the army is no longer marching and is stationed on the spot.

Looking at the wreckage of the motorcycle burning on the bridge and the wreckage of the two trucks burning on the road on the other side, Shao Zuo suddenly stretched out his chest and raised his head to the sky and shouted angrily: "Why can't you give me a few more! Why do you want me to lose to your stinginess! Are you happy? Say you're happy! Noble fool! Woo-"

The devils who were wading under the wooden bridge to cross the river were stupid, and their supreme commander, Lord Shaozuo, actually knelt on the muddy waterfront and began to grieve and be angry, and the hysterical state was more like crying bitterly.

The convoy also arrived, the motorcycle that burst the cylinder was thrown on the road, and now it is three motorcycles and five trucks, and a group of eight roads that once blocked the front of the convoy did not linger for long and hurriedly fled south, and the convoy did not dare to move, until the puppet army in the rear followed and continued to set off.

The leader of the convoy jumped out of the cab, hurriedly ran to the burning bridge to see the situation, and then came to see Shao Zuo, but unfortunately Shao Zuo didn't say a word, he looked depressed, and began to go into the water with the troops with his saber, and the captain on the shore had to stand up and face it, and ordered the heavy machine guns, mortars and all kinds of ammunition in the car to be unloaded, and changed to manpower to carry them on foot, motorcycles and trucks turned around and returned to the city.

The haze that shrouded the sky seemed to have faded a little, and the western horizon actually faintly revealed a bright sunset, which should have made the devils and puppet soldiers on the march happy, but unfortunately none of them were in the mood to be happy now, because the east was becoming more and more obscure, and there were eight roads waiting to accompany them on the night journey. It was destined to be a late march, and perhaps they were going to lose the whole night.

The long road is long in the wilderness, the marching devils and puppet armies are long in the long road, the burning is still burning, and the black smoke is rising......