under fire

Chapter 159
"If you don't go, you have to go. Pack up your things quickly, see if you can send a clear code, and report the situation to the teacher!"

"Okay, you're watching!" The dejected braid stood up and trembled: "Send the report immediately, Hao Yun, you idiot, hurry up and help put the antenna up!"

Finally, I remembered that when I sent a telegram, I had to send some kind of report or order: "Fox, tell me, what do you want to send?"

"You let the radio soldiers think for themselves, even if they are plain codes, they must also carry code words!" The tricks that Hu Yi learned in the martial arts hall finally came to some use.

Hearing what Hu Yi said, the girl finally understood that the radio station seems to be not easy to control, and not just anyone can play it.

Naturally, we should develop our strengths and avoid weaknesses. The strengths of course are to learn how to employ people. If you don’t know how to do it yourself, you have to learn. Of course you have to learn what you like, but if you don’t like it, such as culture, you can let others learn it. For example, Li Xiang is a good comrade-in-arms.

Of course, it is even more important to accept the hearts of those who have already entered the Jiulian. Seeing that someone like Tang Dagou can pull people, it also shows that the class should not be easy, because I have never seen Tang Dagou do things that are disadvantaged, although he often Suffering because of bad mouth.

As for the gang of half-immortals, so far, it seems that no useful people have been found. However, based on her feelings for Hu Yi, the girl basically has expectations for the people who surrendered to the national army.


The crowd in line moved forward slowly. On the edge of the cliff stood a young man, pulling a startled mule with all his strength. The young man's big and black eyes shone brightly in the setting sun.

Behind him, people crowded and roared.

"Those with guns stay, those without guns, jump off the cliff!"

A man with the appearance of a leader, with a hoarse voice moving around, his shouting affected the people around him, and soon turned into the roar of countless people, rolling through the chaotic crowd like a wave.

A young girl strapped a red snare drum around her waist and stepped up to the edge of the cliff.

The devils chasing behind stopped howling, and in front, there was a large group, no, it was a large, incredible crowd!
Like a group of suddenly silent beasts, bloodthirsty eyes, showing fear.

The gunfire stopped.

The chasing battlefield became silent in an instant.

The mountain wind whistled sadly between the cliffs under the setting sun.

Hovering at the bottom of the deep valley.

The Eight Routes who were being chased looked pale.

With tears in our eyes, we encouraged each other.

holding hands.

Looking into the dark valley, bottomless.

Pounce on the almost vertical cliff, the earth.

One after another.

The ravine resounded with the sound of objects falling and hitting the ground.

The tragic roar echoed in the valley.

Incessantly.

The eyes of jumping off the cliff are absolutely determined.

Elegant scholar.

Young and immature girl.

Mother who is pregnant with Liujia.

A young man with no fluff on his lips.

Honest and honest workers.



When they chose dignity, they chose death. With unwavering eyes, they chose calmly.

The sobbing could not be stopped.

No one raised a hand in surrender!

Now, the ghost captain in the middle of the team, his expression changed from happy to ferocious, and finally, it turned into fear.

The desperate Balu took the initiative to die in the setting sun and the mountain wind. Men, women, young and old, with hatred eyes, told their reluctance to the world. No one chose to give up their beliefs in order to survive.

A nation that is not afraid of death is impossible to conquer. The captain was a little shaken, the hand holding the command knife was shaking, the knuckles exposed from the damaged glove were white, and the veins were trembling.

The front, back, left, and right infantry held their guns, watching the eight roads rushing towards the cliff, the muzzles of their guns drooped slowly, and they fell silent.

The devils are still some distance away from the cliff, and there are at least nearly a thousand people on the eight roads who are cornered!The black crowd huddled together, and the people behind turned their heads and remained silent.

Perhaps it is hoped to use flesh and blood to block bullets for the people behind him.

After breaking the eight roads, lying on the ground, a wounded soldier raised the muzzle of his gun with difficulty, and before he had time to fire, a devil pulled the trigger first.

The soldier's body trembled violently, and he fell backwards.

The rest of the people may have a bullet in their guns, and there are hundreds of devils in front of them, lying on their stomachs, meaningless.

Slowly got up, stood up straight and stepped back step by step, leaning back against his comrades, and finally stopped.

In order to attract firepower, the team at the back of the break blocked the enemy with difficulty along the way. However, the number of people was too small, and they were crushed by the devils all the way. less.

As the ace unit defending the Eighth Route Army headquarters, the Secret Service Regiment originally had enough ammunition to cover aircraft units, logistics, and schools. They originally had the opportunity to go over mountains and mountains to avoid the raids of the devils. In order to protect the staff of the headquarters, they chose to stay, even if it was a ten thousandth. Whenever there is an opportunity, the task of covering must be completed, and the sufficient ammunition that was once proud to be envied by the brother troops is almost exhausted.

The fighting time was too long, and the shoulder sockets where the steps were touching had already become numb, not to mention repelling the devils, or stopping the devils from advancing, it was difficult to take a step.

It's a pity that the devils came prepared and advanced gradually in all directions. The Taihang Mountain was difficult to travel, and it also prevented the troops who entered the plain from returning to help!

Although the depths of the mountain are large, there are cliffs everywhere. There are not many roads to walk, and there are even fewer roads for nearly a thousand people, most of whom are old and weak civilians.

Although I heard that reinforcements were coming from the south, there were too many evacuated people and the speed was too slow to join the reinforcements.

Where there is a road, there are devils. On the planned evacuation route, a devil team suddenly appeared at a fork in the road, making everyone's hearts sink. The soldiers who were investigating in front automatically became a blocking force.

There was a large group of devils in front and behind, and the large group of people had to turn to the mountain road next to it. The rugged trail in the mountain was very narrow, but unfortunately, there was no danger to defend.

Blind sky, no miracles,
It is only 30 meters away from the most unarmed Eighth Road. The closer the devils are, the more frightened they become.

Lying on the ground were the soldiers who died earlier, not many with guns, gray and ragged, with a disheveled face, no panic on their faces, but with hatred, they calmly faced the devil soldiers pressing up.

After continuous battles, more than half of the staff was reduced, and the rest were so exhausted that they could hardly lift their heads. The gentle and gentle people were pale and trembling, holding a rifle that was not used to picking up from the hands of the sacrificed soldiers.

There was no bullet in the gun, and the bayonet was no longer shining, bent and deformed, and covered with crooked and black blood.

At this moment, there are still babies crying in the crowd.When the Eighth Route Army, which served as a cover mission, was no longer able to protect these unarmed people, the devils pounced on these unarmed people like a pack of hungry wolves.

Along the way, the male students and teachers of Luyi began to fight the group of butchers in every possible way, and all they could rely on was their thin flesh and blood.They just wanted to use the "human wall" formed with their lives to buy a short time, and to buy even a minute for their sisters to escape the pursuit of the Japanese army.

However, she (he) has been driven to a dead end, and there is no room for maneuver and no chance of escape.

The people who were being chased tidied up their clothes, calmly, faced the cliff, and threw themselves on the ground.

In the deep valley, the dull sound of bodies falling and hitting the ground echoed continuously
　This section is an excerpt from Chasing My Soul, History of the Eighth Route Army, and Memoirs of Marshal Liu.

　　
　
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