The explosion of the mortar seemed to be near, bounced around the house, filled with dust, and the fire from the fire at the entrance of the village shone in through the shooting holes opened on the wall, leaving behind beams of light. In the house, there was nothing to see, and I could only feel endless darkness and shock.

The house that Luo Fugui and Hu Yi chose, which looked quite solid, was made of rocks and had two machine guns, which were considered heavy firepower points. Once fired, the Japanese would focus on taking care of the target.

The Japanese mortar fired, so it will definitely continue. There is not much room for extension in the small village. The Japanese infantry will definitely attack immediately after the artillery bombardment. Hu Yi did not hesitate and immediately ordered: "Retreat!"

As for whether all the people by the river have crossed the river, it is no longer important now.

A machine gun must be left, and at least it will be blocked by the Japanese for a few minutes. If everyone lets ducks run away in a swarm, the Japanese will rush forward, and once they are bitten, no one can escape.

It seemed unrealistic to let Luo Fugui stay. Hu Yi's retreat immediately made Luo Fugui magnify it excitedly to the entire mountain village.

The order was like a pleasant note. Hao Yun, who had been struggling, was overjoyed. He pulled the girl over and carried her shoulders and ran out of the back door, and ran straight to the river. He ignored the dizzy face of the door frame when he was out. Company Commander Hongying was cursing. Tang Dagou then pulled up the crooked machine gun that the little girl had dropped, followed closely, and flew over the Li Xiang grenade position where the guy was holding the wounded.

There were actually guys running faster in front of him! Tang Dagou glanced at him. Under the faint light of fire, it was the group of subordinates he had recruited. Unfortunately, there were a few missing and he couldn't care about it.

The mule who went out the door paused and felt that Boss Hu had not moved yet. He had been with Hu Yi for so long. No need to think that Boss Hu, who is stupid, would probably be a hero to block the attack again.

I just don’t have a memory. Can a machine gun stop the Japanese? I won’t do this if I die! I don’t look at the number of Japanese behind me. There are many large pieces. No matter how awesome the machine guns are, they can’t sweep so many pieces.

Time is fair. If you run first, you will have a chance. If you hesitate, you may lose the opportunity and it will be fleeting.

The Japanese mortar adjusted the shooting parameters and fired again, and the infantry scattered line followed. The infantry cannon combined with Malu'er's skill, and the grenade launcher was even more unwilling to fall behind and used his energy to open fire.

Two mountains are sandwiched by one river. The mountain village at the bay is adjacent to the river and the other is backed by the mountains.

In the narrow ravine, the Japanese attack was quite organized, with a combination of infantry and artillery, with clear layers and rapid pressure. The only thing that made the lieutenant dissatisfied was that the lack of the two-wing terrain was that the best skill was that it could not be performed without the terrain of two wings.

Until now, on the Eighth Route Forces position, except for six grenade launchers and three machine guns and sporadic rifles, they didn't even see a single Eighth Route Force. Is that a rat?

Mortar shells kept hitting into the village, and there were two loud noises.

Although the grenade launcher sounds smaller, it is more dense.

Flying stones and broken wood were everywhere, and the horizontal curve collapsed with arcs. The stones fell rapidly. The thatched pads slowly swallowed. Some of them had not yet fallen, but were raised high again, continuing to spread among the rainy soil and gravel.

The ground was trembling again and again, and a layer of floating ash burst out, and the roof was trembling again and again. With the sound of falling, dust flowed into a waterfall, falling gray on the curly brim of the hat, covering Hu Yi's shoulders at the same time.

The fire in front was still burning, and the room with the door open began to fill the room.

A grenade hit the wall of the house, the stone-built wall was immediately knocked down, the thatched roof collapsed immediately, and the dust in the house was all raised, and the room that had lost the roof was still the house. There were two guys one mile and one outside, and there was no light inside, and their ears were buzzing, and they could no longer hear the groans of the wounded, or even the explosions could not be heard.

The world seemed to have stopped. It seemed that after a long time, Hu Yi, who was huddled in the corner of the table, chair, bench, and built in the corner of the wall, felt that someone was on his arm.

Hu Yi stopped coughing, and was pulled out by a pair of big hands, pushing and pulling away the broken beam beside him, and asked hoarsely: "Boss Hu, can you still breathe? Run away quickly, why are you stuck? How can you be so damn!"

A big hole was pulled out of the thatched roof, followed by a choking sound, followed by a mule's anxious and gong-like voice: "Boss Hu? Are you dead, aren't you?"

Hu Yi's hearing was affected and he didn't hear what the mule was saying clearly. He shouted in a voice that he couldn't even hear: "Take the machine gun away!"

"You can still yell, just be fine if you can't die." The mule smiled. In the dark night, in the flashes, her face was black and numb, and her gray-headed and bloated face.

Hu Yi was hit by the falling stone again on the shoulder. Fortunately, he built small fortifications with tables and chairs in the shooting position early, otherwise, he might have finished playing now.

The two of them retreated north with help.

The Japanese shelling stopped.

The mule was shocked and the Japanese stopped the cannon. Then the infantry must have been pressed up and they had to run away quickly!

Hu Yi was carried on his shoulder by a mule. As soon as he turned around a room, a few Japanese had already rushed through the open land and arrived in front of the fortifications set up by Hu Yi earlier.

There was no one in the machine gun position. Two Japanese crawled over the ruins and fired at the machine gun position that they had observed earlier under their feet. Looking at the big hole, I have to admire the good luck of the Eighth Route Army. The wall collapsed and the roof was not dead!

Several other Japanese attacked the escaped shadow and kept firing and pulling the bolts. While running quickly, they did not hit the target of rushing left and right in the dark night.

Hu Yi felt pain all over his body. Every bone and every joint was painful due to the impact of the mule's rapid running. He couldn't help but curl up every finger, and even his head began to hurt slightly.

He hated escaping and hated him deeply!

However, the ghostly Japanese were behind them, not ten or eight, but in groups, like ants, which was a kind of powerless regret. If there were ten or eight machine guns, no armored vehicles, and no heavy artillery, they would not be afraid at all.

The only regret is that when I was at the mountain pass, I ignored that the Japanese could climb mountains. Otherwise, no matter how many Japanese were, they would not be able to climb mountains, so I would not have to flee in such a panic.

The Japanese could also come up with a cliff that was perpendicular to the ground. In fact, it was not unexpected. The mountains were not a Jedi. The Ninth Company had only a few people and did not dare to disperse. The Japanese flipped up, and they were expected, but also expected.

Amid the gunshots like beans, the whistling of bullets came from his ears. The mule rushed into the darkness without hesitation, passing through the smoke of gunpowder. The sweat beads flowed from his head flowed out of the black lacquered face, and the ugly face could no longer be seen. The smoke spreading slowly in the sky choked into his lungs. He coughed desperately in the smoke, and he cursed again: "X your Japanese ancestor! Your grandmother, I'm just remembering it for you... Let's take a look..."

In the ditch.

The two people who were bombed were once the national army. They originally lived a beautiful life of being able to receive two oceans even if they were deducted from military pay. After fighting a few battles, they became public security forces and then became the Eighth Route Army. At this time, the Eighth Route Army slowly woke up.

In the dark night, the Japanese did not notice him for the time being, so they hurriedly leaned into the dark night. Groups of Japanese soldiers walked through the roads between the houses in the village with torches. The occasional birds' singing sounds were filled with indifference.

Life is important.

The heart suddenly accelerated and almost came out of his throat. The injured brothers had been carried away. The movement of the moment was naturally mistaken for being a martyr. No one had time to touch whether his chest was still beating.

I deserve to be unlucky.

Several Japanese kicked open the door, and the only complete house in the village became a temporary battlefield hospital.

The medical soldier followed into the house and bandaged the wounded Japanese soldiers carrying in under the lit torch.

The houses in the mountains were not very good, with gaps everywhere in the walls, and light leaked out from the gaps.

A ray of light leaked into the Eighth Route Eighth Route's eyes, who had no time to escape, moved carefully, merged with the darkness, and touched the grenade that was still hanging around his waist: Fortunately, the remaining two were still there, pulled one out, and slowly unscrewed the back cover.
Chapter completed!