The Eighth Route Army in the yard fought back tenaciously.

A tiger in Cangzhou was already determined to leave and shouted loudly: "Take a grenade and blow up those mud legs..."

Boom boom boom boom...

The smoke of gunpowder rushes out from the doors and windows of the house.

In the cellar.

The top of his head was trembling violently, and He Gensheng, who was lying in the cellar, woke up.

He subconsciously covered the back of his head and was about to moan, but his big hands covered his mouth: "Don't make a sound!"

He Gensheng was a little confused. From the painful voice of this man speaking, he could hear that it was a seriously injured person who had a shrapnel torn apart in his abdomen.

“Where are we?”

"In the cellar..." Another voice came from the darkness.

"Before you come, the squad leader threw us into the cellar, which made me feel the wounds tense... When I go out, I will definitely settle the score with him..." The wound, which was more than a foot long on his thigh, spoke without pause.

"I'm not nervous, let's see..." He Gensheng stumbled.

The explosion finally stopped, and the ears were still buzzing.

Before the smoke was gone, a tiger in Cangzhou shouted his subordinates to enter the yard to clean the battlefield, and pulled away the rifle from the hands of the Eighth Route Army who was lying at the base of the wall. Some of the bandits carried away the dead bandits in the yard.

The bandits were all veterans who robbed things. After a whistle, they ran north within a few minutes.

In the cellar.

He Gensheng pulled out the bandage he carried with him and bandaged the wounded.

In addition to the sound of breathing, there was peace in the cellar.

Suddenly, there seemed to be gunfire above my head.

The gunshots are getting closer and closer, and they are getting sparse.

After a while, the gunshots finally disappeared completely.

The air in the cellar is even more turbid.

More than a dozen people's breathing slowly and rapidly.

The gunshots stopped completely.

There was no movement in the room above my head.

The wounded were up and down.

I was praying in my heart, praying that the wounded staying in the village would lift the wooden board above my head, and then say, "We have won!"

"There are many people in the yard!" An injured man pressed his ear against the earth wall of the cellar, listening to the subtle footsteps.

No one dared to stand up rashly and lift the wooden board above his head.

Dawn, smoke, blood, tragic...

A voice cried outside the yard, shouting weakly: "Wuwuwu...Is there anyone...Wuwuwuwu...Is there anyone alive?"

The voice drifted into the yard and shouted loudly: "Company Commander, there is still..."

"Where?" Luo Fugui's angry voice spread: "Living?"

"One, two, three...eighteen...company commander, all of the eighteen corpses were our wounded..."

"Grandma, have you seen He Gensheng?"

"I guess...in the house...that's his cowhide medicine box..." The soldier raised his hand and pointed to the house where the roof was blown down. There was a white circle of red cross on a Japanese medicine box that was crushed by the beam at the door of the house.

The warrior pointing at the box couldn't help but scream: "Wow..."

The roof collapsed and pressed the cellar to a solid extent.

The conversation in the yard did not reach the cellar.

At the entrance of the village, the correspondent wiped his eyes dry and cried red: "Report to the battalion commander, more than 100 wounded people in the village, and none of them are spared!"

Luo Fugui and his soldiers almost turned the village upside down.

Countless bodies of wounded people were carried to the entrance of the village to dry the food.

"Wuwuwu...Is there anyone...Wuwuwuwu...Is there anyone alive?" The unwilling warriors were still shouting everywhere in the village...

He appeared next to the fire at the wellhead. However, there were still screams in the village from time to time, which made Hu Yi a little puzzled. Finally, the soldiers who silently covered the body of comrades with white cloth heard the banging sound in the room...

"There is a cellar!" A warrior wiped his tears and rushed into the ruins frantically.

...

Is there any good people in troubled times? It’s hard to say.

Lao Liu didn't have the heart to reminisce about Zhang Xiaodao: "We and you, the Eighth Route Army, have always been in trouble with the water of the well. If you want to forgive others, please forgive me!"

Zhang Xiaodao hesitated for a while: "You appear here in the middle of the night, so you have to say, right?"

"Everyone is their own master. If you have the ability, you can stab me in the chest now!"

A darkness came in a hurry and muttered in a low voice next to Park Buhuan's ear.

Park Buhuan pulled the rifle from the warrior next to him, pulled out the bayonet and put it on with a click.

With a puff, the bayonet stabbed into Lao Liu's abdomen: "You really think I don't dare to stab you?"

Zhang Xiaodao looked at Lao Liu lying on the ground in a daze...

Another bayonet stabbed Lao Liu into Lao Liu's back, and Lao Liu's eyes were full of disbelief.

He swallowed his last breath with his eyes wide open.

There is no sound.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Xiaodao looked angry and pulled out the shell gun and pointed it at the I-say Buhuan.

There was a rustling sound, and more than ten rifles pointed at Zhang Xiaodao.

"Half an hour ago, 182 wounded soldiers in the Ninth Battalion were killed!" Park Buhuan's face was gloomy: "If it weren't for seeing you being with Yang, I'd stab you together!"

"Why?" Zhang Xiaodao slowly pressed the trigger with his index finger.

"The miscellaneous messes on Cangzhou Road attacked the wounded village! We sent the wounded personnel No. 216 to the rear, and thirty-four people survived!"

Plop...

The former elder brother sneaked into the Sick Soldier Village of the Ninth Camp?

Zhang Xiaodao's head buzzed, and the mullet in his hand was raised flat and the shell gun was hung down.

The index finger slowly relaxed, and felt the overpower of both legs. He Guan was angry and attacked his heart. His eyes turned pale and he fell to the ground.

...

Looking at the corpses on the ground on the food drying ground, Xiao Hongying's heart trembled and her eyebrows were tugged into a ball.

Judging from the appearance, she is on the verge of explosion at this time.

No matter who it is, the team that finally gathered together was attacked by bandits and suffered heavy casualties!

This matter is definitely not over!

Except for He Gensheng and the dozen wounded soldiers who were buried in the cellar, all died.

Although most of them are recruits.

But the backbone veterans lying on the ground can support one by one at any time as long as there are people!

The soldier who was digging a hole next to him came to carry the person, and Xiao Hongying finally slowly returned to normal from anger to extreme dullness.

He raised the rifle in his hand and prepared to fire the gun to see off the sacrificed soldiers.

"Stop!" Li Xiang, who had been standing next to the girl, was so tired that he could only open his eyes occasionally. When he saw the girl raise his gun, he quickly pulled the rifle: "The Japanese are not far away... Let's leave when the body is restrained..."

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"Everything will be said to wait until the battalion commander's eye injury is healed..."

Bodies were carried into a large pit dug out from the east of the village.

Around the pit, soldiers standing were filled with soldiers with flat chests, black cloth wrapped around their arms, and military caps under their armpits.

Tears filled my eyes.

...

In the green gauze tent, the sound of messy footsteps sounded.

The vanguards lead the way, and a large number of people accompany them.

Cangzhou Yihu walking in front of the team's real name is Zhao Haichen. He was originally a member of the Northern Anti-Japanese United Army guerrillas and was well versed in the guerrilla tactics of the anti-Japanese team.

Unable to stand the pain of being driven away by the Japanese in the north by the ice moon and snow all day long, he left the team and secretly returned to his hometown to join County Mayor Wang.

Originally, he planned to find the Eighth Route Army to join the army again, but unexpectedly, the Eighth Route Army did not pay any attention to him who came back from the north and even wanted to investigate his past.
To be continued...