Although he had already attacked the village, Tsukada was not satisfied at all. He had learned from the officers under his command that nearly a hundred imperial soldiers had been killed in the first two waves of attacks, and more casualties were injured in the Imperial Army. A small village, a new company of the Eighth Route Army that had only been formed for a short time, actually caused such great damage to the troops he commanded, which no one would have thought of.

I originally wanted to fight a beautiful battle before General A of the Xiugui team arrived so that he could see him differently, but he didn't expect that the battle would be like this. No matter whether the battle ended up being wiped out, he would not be able to take credit anyway. Thinking of this, Tsukata would be very angry and even had the idea of ​​transferring it out, even though he had just been transferred to the provincial capital security headquarters.

Fortunately, the battle is about to end. No matter what, this battle is a victory, so the casualty rate is higher. Tsukada put down the telescope in his hand, waved his hand in white gloves forward, and said coldly: "It's over!"

With his order, another wave of Japanese and puppet troops who had been ready to go behind him rushed towards Xiaowangzhuang like a tide. After fighting in Xiaowangzhuang for so long, Tsukada did not use too much force to attack. Including the troops that had just been attacking, he still had more than half of the troops outside the village that were not used. The resistance of the Fourth Company was not strong, but the strength of the two sides was really not proportional, so after the hard battle and bloody battle, it did not cause fatal damage to the enemy.

There were already enemies in the village who were stalemate with them, but now there were more bullets in them than their guns. There was no more battle. Seeing the continuous flow of enemies into the village, Liu Yunbiao and Zhao Dachun looked at each other and made a decision, which was to withdraw from the village, break through the encirclement to death, and use the lives of everyone left to protect Xiaole and rush out.

Without Rong Xiaole making any statement or allowing her to react, Liu Yunbiao slashed her on the back of her neck with a knife and was knocked out on the spot.

"Dachun, protect me and take the instructor out." Liu Yunbiao took off his shirt, tied Xiaole behind him, tied her to his back with clothes, grabbed a rifle with a bayonet, got up and rushed to the back of the village. Several soldiers in a row tacitly protected him.

"Second row, hold on for two minutes first." Zhao Dachun's heart seemed to be bleeding. He knew very well that this seemingly short two minutes was enough to kill everyone in the second row here.

The soldiers who stayed really tried their best, but facing tens of times their enemies, they could not handle them with just one word of trying their best. In less than two minutes, the Japanese and puppet troops rushed in front of them, and the battle immediately turned into flesh-and-hand combat.

Liu Yunbiao carried Xiaole on his back and, under the escort of a row of soldiers, rushed towards the line of defense that had been occupied by the Japanese regardless of his own safety. Warriors fell down along the way, but he could not stop. After so many years of life and death, he deeply understood that he could never stop. Once he stopped, there was no possibility of rushing out. Therefore, although the veterans who followed him and Xiaole from Erma Mountain fell one by one on the way to charge, he did not look back until he suddenly felt like a mosquito bite on his thigh, and his whole leg was numb and unable to exert force. He fell to the ground with Xiaole. He realized that he had been shot. He struggled to climb behind a bunker and found that his whole right leg was already wet and injured.

The word "death" is not a big deal for Liu Yunbiao. He has never been afraid of it whether he was in the national army, in the Erma Mountains, or now he has become a member of the Eighth Route Army. But today, he is really a little scared because he knows that once he dies, Xiaole will have to die here too.

She was still so young, she had not been with her beloved, and had not truly appreciated the beauty of the world. How could she die like this? Liu Yunbiao was extremely unwilling to accept her heart and forced herself to get up, but there was a tie behind her and she was injured again. How could she get up? She struggled with her hands and feet and ground. Suddenly, she felt something moving behind her. She turned her head and saw that she was untiing her clothes. This fall woke her up.

Liu Yunbiao did not stop her from doing anything because he knew very well that he had been injured, and carrying her on his back would only implicate her. With Xiaole's skills, he shouldn't have knocked her out.

"Xiaole, listen to me, I will attract all the enemy's firepower later, and you can take the opportunity to rush out." Liu Yunbiao reminded him, while untied his leggings and wrapped his thighs that were still surging out blood. Seeing that Xiaole snatched the straps in his hand to help bandage, he continued: "Don't worry about us, rushing out is the best result. Remember to avenge us in the future."

The wound was wrapped tightly and beautifully by Xiaole with leggings, especially the last knot, which was tied into a beautiful bow by her. Even if it was Officer Chen, she might not be able to wrap it so beautifully. Hearing his words, Xiaole just smiled slightly, then touched Liu Yunbiao's rifle from the ground, pointed at the enemy outside the village, and acted to stand up.

If Liu Yunbiao couldn't see what she was going to do in this action, then he had eaten for so many years. Before she could completely get up, she pulled her to the ground and shouted in an almost roaring tone: "What are you going to do? You're going to die, our old army, our Ermashan, and our fourth company are all over. The teacher will not be able to rest in peace, Mr. Guo will not rest in peace, and even Wu Fei will not forgive me, do you know?"

This is the first time Xiaole has been yelled like this since she was a child. She was really confused and sat on the ground.

After yelling this sentence, Liu Yunbiao ignored Xiaole who was shocked, snatched the gun from her hand, staggered and stood up, took a deep breath, and used all his strength to rush out of the village. He wanted to exchange his life for Xiaole's life. Although he knew that doing so might not succeed, he would not be willing to do it without trying it.

Just when Liu Yunbiao was about to sacrifice his life, when Xiaole stubbornly got up and followed him, a loud military trumpet suddenly sounded on the fierce battlefield, and the Eighth Route Army charge that he was most looking forward to at the moment.

Like Liu Yunbiao, Zhao Dachun, who was determined to die, thought that the second row would all be sacrificed in Xiaowangzhuang. Suddenly, he heard an extremely familiar charge sound from behind the village. He knew that reinforcements had finally arrived.

The Independent Group had only one small trumpet. It was originally brought by Jiang Ming, the second company chief, when he was transferred to the group leader Shi, but later, Hu Heng had somehow gotten it into the company.
Chapter completed!