Sun Hunter

After covering Mo Ran and the others, the battle between Wang Minglong and the others was extremely fierce. The armored vehicles swept towards them unscrupulously. Their comrades fell one by one. Wang Minglong fired the last bullet and retreated with the remaining people.

After entering the dungeon, the battle above lasted only ten minutes, and about twenty comrades paid their precious lives. When they retreated to the dungeon, only five comrades were left who were all seriously injured.

They gritted their teeth and built a fortification with the corpses of the Japanese in the dungeon, in order to give Mo Ran and the others more time to evacuate. Wang Minglong felt that all the blood on his body would be drained, so he asked his comrades to help him tie it tightly with strips of cloth.

Broken left arm. Holding a gun in his right hand, he waited for the Japanese to attack.

Yamasaki was overjoyed when he conquered the prison gate. Although he paid a heavy price, he finally trapped the enemy in the prison. Now he is not in a hurry to attack because he does not want to sacrifice more soldiers. The wrong decision to attack in the early stage caused a lot of casualties to his troops.

With more than a hundred people, this was a result he couldn't accept. So he had to come up with a better way to attack the bottom of the prison.

However, destroying the Taihang Magic Sword was also a great achievement for him, because the name of the Taihang Magic Sword had spread among the Japanese army. Even the top Japanese officers fighting in China had heard about it. As long as he killed the Taihang Magic Sword, he would sacrifice hundreds of them.

A soldier's life is completely worth it, and it is entirely possible for him to be promoted to a higher rank.

Yamasaki's method was very simple: he used smoke. He asked people to light wet firewood in the entrance of the dungeon, and used a fan to fan the smoke inside. This was more effective than tear gas. Twenty minutes later, the entire prison was filled with smoke.

The smoke was so thick that even the figures could not be seen clearly. The five people covered their noses with their clothes and pressed their faces against the cold ground, but they still couldn't help coughing violently.

"Wet your clothes with spit and cover your mouth." Wang Minglong coughed and said, but the throats of the comrades were dry and it was difficult to squeeze out the spit, so they had to tear off the cloth stained red with blood and cover their mouths.

There was much less smoke, but the strong smell of blood made people want to vomit. Their eyes were so smoked that they could not open their eyes, and tears were streaming down their faces. Everyone simply closed their eyes and placed grenades beside them, ready to follow the Japanese at any time.

perish together.

Wang Minglong's ears were pressed against the ground. He could not open his eyes and could not see anything, so he could only judge the whereabouts of the Japanese by hearing. Not long after, the sound of leather shoes came from outside the dungeon door. Everyone heard it, but could

Only Wang Minglong can judge the direction and distance.

"Everyone listen to my command and throw it together." Wang Minglong said.

The sound got closer and closer, and Wang Minglong judged clearly that the Japanese had descended into the dungeon.

"Throw it," he gave the command, and five grenades were thrown forward together. The sound of the grenades hitting the helmets was even heard, followed by a series of explosions. Six Japanese soldiers wearing gas masks were thrown.

Sent to the West. The dungeon was full of smoke, and it was impossible to see what was going on below. But judging from the explosion, Yamazaki didn't feel optimistic. It would be easier to defend the dungeon if there were ammunition.

But it would take time for the smoke and clouds all over the room to disappear. He didn't want to wait any longer. He originally wanted to catch a few live ones, but now he changed his mind and ordered the Japanese to go down to the stairs and throw grenades inside as hard as they could.

More than thirty bombs were thrown, and the deafening explosion shook the entire dungeon. Wang Minglong and the five soldiers did not escape this round of bombing because they were too close to the stairs, and several grenades were fired at them.

They have dedicated their blood and youth to the battle for the rise and fall of the Chinese nation, and composed a hymn with their youth and blood.

The indifferent trap caused the souls of five Japanese soldiers to drift into the dungeon. After the smoke, Yamazaki could finally lead his troops down to the dungeon to test the results of his battle. However, what he never expected was that in addition to the five Eighth Route Army corpses in the dungeon, there were also

They were all the corpses of their own people. When he saw the tunnel, he was so angry that blood spurted out of his mouth. He immediately sent people down the tunnel to pursue him, but within a few minutes, there was another explosion and another explosion.

A Japanese soldier was killed in the tunnel, and the tunnel's mouth was also sealed.

"Ba Ge," Yamazaki screamed and vomited another mouthful of blood and fainted. Nothing went as he expected, and the Taihang Magic Sword slipped away from his eyes again.

When he woke up again, he was already lying in the hospital. He immediately ordered that the corpses of the fifty-eight Eighth Route Army and guerrillas who died in the battle of Dalao be hung on the city wall for public display. All his plans were in vain, and he was finished.

Yamazaki fell exhausted on the hospital bed. He was regretting why he didn't attack earlier. Even if he had to sacrifice a squadron to exchange for the life of the Taihang Magic Sword, he would feel it was worth it. And now all these failures cannot escape the military headquarters.

It would be good if he could not be demoted, let alone be promoted.

Mo Ran was still lying on the hospital bed at this time. Wang Yaru deliberately wanted to keep him to observe his condition. Mo Ran said that he was fine, but she refused to let him go. She had no choice but to rest on the hospital bed. He was indeed too tired, and this time he fell asleep.

All day long.

Before Indifferent came to report this experience to Deng Yun and Political Commissar Guo, Li Erbao brought bad news. He could not tolerate the corpses of his comrades being insulted by the Japanese, nor could he tolerate them insulting Wang Minglong's corpse. Their souls could not rest in peace.

Calling him, his blood suddenly rushed to the top of his head. He jumped up from the bed and ran straight to the regiment headquarters in tears. Xuelin and Li Erbao followed him closely.

Deng Yun and Political Commissar Guo also learned about Mo Ran and their outing from the side. When they learned the news about Wang Minglong, the two old leaders couldn't help crying. Wang Minglong has always been their capable subordinate. As long as he has a task, he will do it.

He was the first one to rush to pick her up, no matter how hard it was, she never said no. After fighting together for more than ten years, how could this deep love be let go. When the two of them were sad, Indifferent had already broken into the regiment headquarters.

"Captain, political commissar, I have to rescue the battalion commander. I can't let him hang there alone." Mo Ran choked up and said when he saw Deng Yun and political commissar Guo when he walked in.

"We can understand your mood indifferently. Our mood is the same as yours. We will definitely snatch back the person, but now the Japanese must want us to snatch the corpse." Political Commissar Guo pulled indifferently and said, Deng Yun looked at indifferent

He didn't say anything, because he knew that if Indifferent found out about this, something would happen again, and he guessed it.

"I don't care, political commissar, I must rescue the battalion commander. I want to bury him in the cemetery of the third battalion and let his soul be with the brothers of the third battalion. In this way, he will still be the battalion commander and he will not be alone.

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Deng Yun and Political Commissar Guo both had sore noses after talking, and Deng Yun couldn't help but secretly wiped away his tears. What a reasonable request this is. Let the souls of the sacrificed soldiers rest in peace. Who can refuse to agree to this?

Political Commissar Guo was a little embarrassed about the request, but war cannot be based on emotion, and he knew this better than anyone else.