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Chapter 1116 The Brothers Left Behind

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    The secret service battalion withdrew really quickly. Under the cover of tanks and trucks, the secret service battalion advanced almost at a sprint speed, and jumped out of the encirclement of the Japanese army in the shortest time, without giving the Japanese army time to close the encirclement.

    The Japanese army is also very fast, but compared to the pressure of life and death, it cannot be compared with the spy battalion. After all, the spy battalion escaped. When the spy battalion left, it was only 600 meters away from the nearest Japanese army.  Can see each other's appearance.

    Fujiki Youhei was very troubled, but there was nothing he could do. Now that he had started to catch up, he had to stick to the end. After all, the encirclement of Sangong Mountain had been broken, and it would be meaningless to arrange it again. The enemy would not be so stupid as to stay still at this time  Waiting to die on the mountain.

    The secret service battalion withdrew, and Chen Deshun observed the gap from the mountain. The Japanese army was not lying. Tens of thousands of Japanese troops chased towards the secret service battalion. Few Japanese troops remained, and the complete encirclement circle had been removed.

    This is the only opportunity, and it is also an opportunity created by Liu Yang as bait. Chen Deshun gritted his teeth: "Brothers, rush out and go to Chenyao Lake."

    Sangong Mountain can't stay anymore, the Japanese army is coming too strong, and the whole regiment can only be buried here if we persist, and the combat goal of dispersing the Japanese army has been achieved.

    If you take Chenyao Lake as the depth, you can deal with the Japanese army, because now Cao Hui has occupied Chenyao Lake. As for the original water bandits in Chenyao Lake, Cao Hui either surrendered or left, who would dare to fight the warship.

    As Chen Deshun's shout fell, the brothers who reorganized the new 188th regiment suddenly rushed out and rushed towards a gap.  Amidst the explosion, the brothers rushed out frantically.

    Although the Japanese army retreated, they left a lot of firepower and some fortifications as the basis for besieging Sangong Mountain. Unless the people on the mountain don't care about the loss, it is not easy to rush out. But Chen Deshun received Liu Yang's order, and he was unwilling to think about it.  What a loss there will be.

    If there is no artillery, it is really dangerous to reorganize the new 188th regiment. After all, even if there is a gap, the distance is only more than 300 meters, and machine gun positions have been established on both sides.  But the death harvester known as infantry.

    I don't know how many brothers were injured or fell down, but after running a hundred steps, a strong army position was hit by a grenadier, and the fire was muted with a bang.

    Those who are still panting are taken away, and those who are already dead are thrown here. The loess there does not bury people. It is not because the brothers are cruel, but because the fire people can't take care of them. They still care about the dead. In order to get rid of the large army, Chen Deshun was cruel.  He ordered a company to protect the wounded, and the large force rushed towards Chenyao Lake with all its strength.

    There were more than 500 wounded who were left behind, the strength of a battalion, and there was only one company protecting them, not a full company, but no one complained, even the wounded understood that they could only hold back.  To ensure their safety, the wounded retreated in the direction of Zhusi Lake, and only in a different direction from the secret service camp could the wounded survive.

    The secret service battalion went all the way, taking Xiaojiaoling, which attracted nearly 20,000 Japanese troops. One after the other, it was like a wolf chasing a rabbit. The secret service battalion ran fast, and the Japanese army gritted their teeth and chased them desperately.  Come out, once the secret service battalion runs slowly, there is only one result for him, and there is no other way but death.

    The tank was roaring, and Liu Yang kept telling his brothers to get on the tank or climb up to the tank to take a rest, take a breath and then run, constantly changing positions, giving the brothers a chance to breathe.

    A brother accidentally sprained his foot and fell behind in the blink of an eye. Some brothers wanted to carry him on his back, but he was rejected by that brother. There is still a long way to go.  Holding four grenades, the brother found a grave by himself, and then lay down against the grave with a machine gun in his arms.

    The same brother who had sprained his ankle had persisted for quite a while, but when he saw this brother, he suddenly jumped off the tank, refusing to persevere, because he knew that sitting there, countless brothers could not  Get rest, and eventually those brethren will have to fall behind because of exhaustion.

    Two people, eight grenades, one light machine gun, and a large 38-cap, leaned against a graveyard, and the two relaxed instead, panting heavily, lighting a cigarette while constantly pressing down on the bullets,  Looking at the brothers who were gradually going away, he waved his hand lightly¡ª¡ª

    Everyone knows that this wave of hands is the difference between life and death. Obviously, many brothers watched them with tears in their eyes, but no one stopped to persuade them. Liu Yang said many times, don't stop, don't stop.  The opportunity won by the brothers was wasted. Death is something that every Chinese soldier has to face.

      Liu Yang looked at the two brothers, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were a little sore, but he didn't say a word. The little devil's bite was too tight. If he went on like this, he might not be able to escape the spy camp. The two brothers stayed  , may slow down the little devil by many steps, perhaps this is the distance between life and death.

    The last person in the secret service battalion was also a bit blurred, and the sound of Japanese tanks could be heard faintly. It was just such a small gap. If the secret service battalion was slower, it would fall within the range of the Japanese army.

    In fact, the Japanese army also fell behind a lot of people. After more than ten miles, many people could not persist at such a fast pace. Only some people in the secret service battalion started to fall behind.  Chasing, and leaving behind the secret service battalion means death.

    "Hey, brother, are you afraid?" The elder brother squinted his eyes, sucked a cigarette vigorously, and then exhaled the smoke in his lungs, and then asked casually.

    "Afraid of a hammer, brother, I am also a veteran. I have been in the secret service camp for a year and a half. Thirty-nine people who entered the camp with me are still alive. Six of us have crawled out of the dead many times.  What else is there to be afraid of¡ª¡ª" The young brother is only nineteen years old, but he is already a veteran. After serving in the militia for a year, he was selected into the secret service battalion because of his excellence. A group of thirty-nine people came in.  Six people are still alive, but five will be left soon.

    The aged veteran laughed, but his ears kept flapping. The little devil was getting closer and closer, and he threw the cigarette butt on the ground suddenly, and stepped on it, as if he was stepping on the little devil.

    "Brother, if he died, he would have waited for me earlier, brother, I will catch up soon¡ª" the veteran said, turning over abruptly, putting the machine gun on the grave, and went downstairs to trigger the gun without looking at it.  .

    It¡¯s not that the veterans don¡¯t want to look at it, it¡¯s just that when they look at it at a glance, they are all Japanese soldiers, and the number is too many to count. In such a dense environment, if you still need to aim, then it¡¯s a ghost. As long as you dare to shoot, even the blind can shoot.  If you hit one, you might be able to pierce a string of candied haws with one shot.

    The Japanese army was careless, and did not expect that there would be enemies, because there were only three or four grave mounds here, and they could not hide many people at all, and only this one mound was a bit bigger, and the others were too small to hide people at all.

    ?The Japanese soldiers who were on their way were caught off guard. A dozen bullets knocked down and injured more than a dozen. It can be said that not a single bullet was wasted, and the crowd was too dense.

    The young brothers don't need to look at it, they put the gun on the grave, one shot for the flat chest, five bullets for the 38 big cover, and they shot out in a moment, aiming is nothing at all, even so, one shot was not wasted  Bullets, but this sharpshooter doesn't matter.

    "Kill it¡ª¡ª" The Japanese army officer didn't even take a second look, he knew that this was a small force, probably just a machine gun point, so he couldn't stop, but urged to charge instead.

    Facing the bullets, the brother had only changed three magazines, and the Japanese army had already rushed up. Grenades and machine guns greeted the graves, and they flooded the graves in an instant, almost blowing up the graves.  The two brothers would naturally die and could not die anymore, but even when they were dying, they tied all the grenades together and set up a booby trap, because the Japanese army didn't have time to stop and check carefully.

    The two sides were chasing very close, the Japanese army could see them, and they could also see the Japanese army. No matter what the secret service battalion did, it would be discovered, so even if the secret service battalion wanted to arrange something, it was too late, and there was really no time, unless  Some people go all out with the will to die.

    With a bang, more than a dozen little devils were killed on the spot, which made the Japanese army a little slower. With the graveyard as the center, dozens of little devils died tragically here, and two mutilated corpses on the other side of the graveyard  After a comparison, even the Japanese army said what it was like.

    Fujiki Youhei took a look. The soldiers in the secret service battalion are indeed very powerful, and they are not afraid of death, but is it really meaningful to die like this?  Just making the Japanese army pause for a while, maybe only three or four seconds before and after, and three or four seconds is a distance of seven or eight steps, what effect can it have.

    This is a death race. After going out for another seven or eight miles, the Japanese army began to fall behind on a large scale. Dozens of people fell behind.  Those with poor quality will not be able to keep up with such an intense advancement after all, and gradually some people will start to fall behind.

    No one said a word. Perhaps the brothers were so tired that they had lost the strength to grieve.

    Every brother in the secret service battalion who was left behind chose to stop the little devil. At most, six brothers were left behind at one time. In fact, everyone knew that there were two brothers who could still persist. They just stayed to stop the little devil.  It has very little effect.

    It wasn't that Liu Yang didn't want to arrange for people to attack, nor was it that Liu Yang wasn't cruel enough, but from Sangong Mountain to Chenyao Lake, there really wasn't a suitable place to attack.  Too many people is a waste, and the little devils pounced on them in a fan shape, and it was not something that dozens of people could stop.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)p; It's not that Liu Yang doesn't want to arrange people to attack, nor is it that Liu Yang is not cruel enough, it's just that from Sangong Mountain to Chenyao Lake, there is really no suitable place to attack.  Too many people is a waste, and the little devils pounced on them in a fan shape, and it was not something that dozens of people could stop.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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