Chapter 48 Chapter 44 Devils Retreat

After an hour of fierce fighting between the two sides, the devils of the two squadrons were firmly pressed at the bottom of the mountain, unable to move an inch.The devils suffered heavy casualties in the rounds of charges, and there were snipers among the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side, and the devils fell one by one on the mountainside.Matsumura Ichiro had lost his patience, he held the command knife and ordered all the troops to charge.He wanted to completely wipe out the group of Chinese on the opposite side, the traitor stepped forward to please him and handed him a cigarette: "Taijun, don't worry too much, the Chinese on the opposite side will be wiped out by the imperial army in a short time. They're just dying right now."

Ichiro Matsumura looked at him with a cigarette in his mouth in a leisurely manner, and said angrily: "The imperial army is fighting to the death, why don't you rush?" The traitor was anxious: "Taijun, I don't know how to fight!" "If you don't know how to fight, you have to fight. The imperial army is fighting. You are here to watch the excitement. You have a very bad conscience." Ichiro Matsumura stared. "But Taijun, I really don't know how to fight." When the traitor had seen such a tragic battle, his calves were a little weak, forcing him to fight would be his life, so he dared not go up.

Matsumura Ichiro was about to draw out his knife to scare him, when a communication soldier ran up: "Report to the squadron leader, the two squadrons chasing * prisoners of war are now surrounded by the Chinese army in the area of ​​Nantang Town. Army, quickly lead the two troops to reinforce, and violate the military law." "Eight grids!" Ichiro Matsumura said, "This small army is the protagonist of this battle." A team leader reminded: "Matsumura-kun, this is an order from the team leader!" "I know!" Matsumura Ichiro roared, and the last round of attack was also defeated. Dozens of ghost corpses were lying here and there on the mountainside.The two sides were completely at a stalemate, and the fight was nothing more than delaying time and disobeying the commander's order.But Ichiro Matsumura was not reconciled to such a failure.He wanted to meet the commander of this small Chinese army so much, so he ordered the traitor to go forward and shout: "Squadron Captain Ichiro Matsumura asked me to ask you, what is the name of your commander? It belongs to that unit."

Mu Liangfeng didn't mind giving his name at all: "Your grandfather, I am Mu Liangfeng of the 4th Company of the National Army's 98th Division Secret Service Regiment." The traitor turned around to speak back to his master, and at this moment, Meng Zi's rifle fired a bullet, killing this scum to the bone. Matsumura Ichiro didn't care about the life and death of this lackey at all, he only remembered this name in his heart, this was the greatest humiliation he had suffered since he entered the Chinese battlefield, and one day he would tear this Chinese soldier surnamed Mu to pieces.Then he ordered the soldiers to pack up the bodies of the fallen soldiers, and change lanes to help the two squadrons trapped in Nantang.

Seeing the devils retreat, Mu Liangfeng felt puzzled: "Why did the devils retreat?" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.The second squad leader said: "Could it be that we are afraid of being beaten?" "Nonsense!" Mengzi glared at the second monitor. Mu Liangfeng counted the number of people in the platoon, 4 were killed, 2 were seriously injured, and 24 were slightly injured.More than half of the more than 30 brothers who were rescued from the prisoner-of-war camp and voluntarily stayed to fight in the war were killed or injured.His heart was extremely heavy, looking at the sleeping faces, the eyes of Mu Liangfeng who had gone through the test of blood and fire were moist.

"The teacher told us a word before. That sentence is that loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains. Why do you need to return the corpses wrapped in horse leather? Let's bury the brothers who died in battle! Then take the wounded and go on the road." At this time, the people from the bottom of the mountain also climbed up the mountain. More than a hundred men, women and children silently helped the soldiers bury the fallen soldiers. Some women and old people could not help but burst into tears. "Folks, how is the situation in the village?" No one spoke.Mu Liangfeng ran down the mountain with a few people, and saw a dozen corpses of villagers at the entrance of the village, covered with only a short straw mat, with a row of pale feet exposed, Mu Liangfeng again I couldn't help it anymore, I squatted on the ground and buried my head in sobs. I was the one who made this bunch of innocent folks suffer, and they came to help them before they even took care of their loved ones' funerals.

"The devils surrounded the village before dawn. When the villagers heard that the devils were ambushing you, they rushed out to report to you, but they were all killed." An old man with a white beard walked out of the village slowly. "Master." Mu Liangfeng wiped away his tears: "We are the ones who made the villagers suffer." The old man sighed, and a line of tears flowed down his cheeks, only to hear him groan: "Everyone is responsible for the national crisis." He turned around and walked slowly into the village.The sun was at noon, and the lazy sunlight shone on the lonely back of the old man, making him look sad.

The villagers next to him looked sad: "The old man just now is called the third master, and his two sons are all lying here." "Platoon leader, the brothers are all buried!" Agui stood beside Mu Liangfeng and reminded him softly. "Brothers, follow me on the road to kill the devils and avenge the villagers!" Mu Liangfeng picked up his gun. The brothers shouted together: "Kill the devil and avenge the folks!" The sound soared into the sky and lasted for a long time... At noon on this winter day, a group of Chinese soldiers were walking on a high hill, surrounded by thousands of miles of rivers and mountains covered in blood.