In the direction of Highland No. 1, the battle entered a white-hot stage as soon as it began.

Today, the No. 1 Highland has become the focus of fierce competition between the guerrillas and the Japanese.

The sky is obscured by thick smoke, and the sun's light can only occasionally penetrate the thick clouds, casting mottled light and shadow on this bloody battlefield.

The Japanese launched a fierce attack from the front, and they rushed to the high ground like a surging tide.

Their goal is very clear, which is to regain this crucial strategic location, clear obstacles for subsequent offenses, and to be able to stabilize their own rear.

So the Japanese launched a charge with great utmost mercy, and their shouts of killing were deafening.

The guerrillas on the high ground have simply built multiple defensive positions under the command of Ma Sanpao.

When the enemy entered the range, the weapons in the hands of the guerrillas instantly ejected an angry tongue of flames.

Dense bullets poured on the Japanese like a storm.

The bullets penetrated the Japanese's body and splashed bright blood flowers. The Japanese who were charging fell to the ground in pain.

Their bodies twitched, and the breath of life gradually dissipated, and at the last moment of their lives, they felt regretful and felt so worthless.

Such a charge is meaningless, they are simply killing them.

But their lives have no chance to go back and forth, because their lives have come to an end.

But the guerrilla shooting was still not over, because the Japanese were constantly launching charges, giving people the impression that the Japanese were no longer paying attention to the cost.

Of course, this is not surprising. Highland No. 1 is of great significance to the Japanese. It can directly radiate the baggage troops and artillery troops behind the Japanese, including the Japanese's temporary command center.

And it can also cut off the Japanese's retreat from Dashan Bay.

So whether it is for attack or retreat, the Japanese have to take down the No. 1 Highland.

What's more, the Japanese have a crazy plan, which is to eliminate all the enemies on Highland No. 1.

Therefore, under the charge of the Japanese, the barrel of the guerrilla machine gun was hot.

The Japanese fell down like cut wheat, and their bodies became fragmented under the destruction of bullets.

On the battlefield, explosions, gunshots and shouts came one after another, and the air was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder and bloody smell, which made people feel disgusted when they smelled.

The enemy's corpses lay on the ground in a row, and their blood flowed into the soil, dyeing this battlefield, which was already full of gunpowder even more scarlet.

War is cruel. Although it is not the first time many recruits have been on the battlefield, there are inevitably gastrointestinal discomforts in such a bloody battlefield.

But they want to vomit but can't, which is very uncomfortable.

Ma Sanpao looked at the recruits retching, but instead he was laughing.

Think about it, when he first joined Chunjiang, wasn’t he so virtuous?

So he mobilized and said, "If you want to vomit, don't be shy. When you get used to vomiting, you will become veterans, hahaha!"

Ma Sanpao laughed, but he didn't expect that at this moment, the communications soldier came to the Japanese's artillery fire and said, "Captain, Leader Ye called and asked us how the battle was going on? Are there any signs of retreating? If the Japanese have no signs of retreating, let us withdraw from the battle immediately."

Of course, the Dragon Boat Festival telegram did not say so much. But as a correspondent soldier deciphered, the meaning of Dragon Boat Festival must be fully expressed.

The rise of Masanpao was so popular that he had long forgotten to retreat.

With the reminder of the correspondent, he remembered that before leaving, Leader Ye had instructed him to quickly occupy the high ground and launch artillery bombardment on the Japanese at the foot of the mountain. If the Japanese retreated, they would send them back to their hometown. If the Japanese did not retreat, he could retreat immediately.

"Damn it, I just thought about fighting the Japanese, but I actually forgot about this."

Ma Sanpao patted his head, then took the telescope and observed it carefully.

It doesn't matter when he sees it, and he is so scared that he is scattered. The Japanese were adjusting heavy artillery to aim at Highland No. 1, and two Japanese troops are surrounding them from both sides, obviously wanting to make dumplings for him.

At this time, Gao Yanan also saw the Japanese's intention and said to Ma Sanpao: "We retreat. If we are late, we may not be able to leave."

Ma Sanpao gritted his teeth, because it was really good to fight the Japanese so condescendingly.

But the lives of the brothers are even more important. He immediately ordered: "A group of people stayed to block and retreat in five minutes. I will pick you up at the foot of the mountain. The rest of them retreated with me."

After saying that, most of the guerrillas began to slowly withdraw from the battlefield, leaving only one squad to block.

The group faced several times the enemy without any fear. They still shot at the enemies below the mountain without changing their faces.

At the same time, Ma Sanpao had already brought his men to the foot of the mountain.

The vanguard troops of the right wing had arrived, less than 100 meters away from them.

But when the Japanese saw someone coming down from the mountain, they immediately shot.

The second squad was asked to take the second squad to the top, and then ordered the messengers to shout out to the mountain that a squad evacuated quickly.

But at this time, the squad no longer had the chance to withdraw from the battle.

The Japanese rushed up, less than fifty meters away from them, and now if they withdraw from the battle, the enemy will suddenly pounce on them.

The squad leader looked solemnly. Looking at his wounded comrades beside him, he resolutely said: "Those who can move will leave, those who can't move will continue to fight with me."

"Squad leader?"

At this time, more than a dozen moveable soldiers looked at the squad leader.

The squad leader smiled warmly: "I am the squad leader, I must stay."

This is a guerrilla veteran who has participated in countless battles.

But he was still a recruit at that time, and at the most dangerous time, his squad leader also said to him with a smile.

The soldiers looked at the squad leader's smile and tears couldn't stop flowing.

A wounded soldier looked at the squad leader and said, "Squad leader, you can run away without being injured, so you can leave too?"

The squad leader smiled even more brilliantly: "This is the rule of our guerrillas, the squad leader cannot leave!"

The squad leader said it firmly, but in fact, no one set such rules at all.

It was handed down by generations of squad leaders themselves.

Although they can leave and have reasons to leave, they do not want to leave their wounded comrades.

"As soon as I ordered, no one was injured! Let's go! Let's go!"

When they saw the soldiers not leaving, the squad leader roared. Because there was not much time left for them, the enemy at the foot of the mountain was approaching. If they did not go down, the large army might suffer the greatest losses.
Chapter completed!