The sunset is like blood, the setting sun is like crying, dyeing the sky a tragic red.

The fierce battle between the heroes of the Ma Family and the Japanese army had just ended. The battlefield was filled with thick smoke and pungent blood, as if even the air had solidified at this heavy moment.

Around the surroundings, scorched earth is everywhere, devastated, and fragmented scenes.

The corpse was everywhere, some soldiers held guns tightly, their fingers were twisted due to excessive force, and there was still an unyielding light in their eyes.

The Japanese army lying on the side had a distorted face, revealing the pain and despair before death.

The two form a sharp contrast.

The guerrilla soldiers died to the point of death and fought for the country and nation, even if they were sacrificed, they were full of righteousness.

On the contrary, the Japanese invaded them like thieves and robbers, so before death, all they left were fear and regret.

Nearly five hundred Japanese devils fell to various places within a radius of one kilometer, and their blood soaked the entire earth.

In the distance, a few sporadic gunfires sounded occasionally, and it was the guerrillas who were cleaning up the battlefield and they were making sure that every Japanese were dead.

"Comrades, hurry up and clean up the battlefield and put the bodies of their brothers, too......"

The Dragon Boat Festival wanted to bury the sacrificed soldiers and the heroes of the Ma Family Ji. But I didn’t know if the time was too late.

But even so, they cannot be allowed to lie with the Japanese, and they must keep their bodies away from the Japanese.

However, they were short of staff. There were more than 200 guerrillas during the charge, and after a big battle, the guerrillas could still fight less than 100 people.

The heroes at the Ma Family Ji were even more miserable, and less than fifty people could stand. The head of the Zhao Family Zhao Wuling died in battle. Little Zhuge and Liu Jinbiao were injured.

Ma Hu was also injured. He was shot in his left arm and was slashed by the Japanese bayonet in his waist. At this moment, he was sitting on a stone and bandaged the wound by Ma Xiaoyan.

This battle was a heavy loss.

But at the same time, they opened up this last escape channel.

The Dragon Boat Festival has no time to evaluate whether the battle is worth it. Perhaps, they have suffered a significant loss at this time. But what if they retreat? The enemy reinforcements arrived, they may have suffered greater losses.

So this battle is really impossible to evaluate, so it can only be left to future generations to evaluate.

And at this moment, Tang Jiujiu arrived with his men.

She looked at the blood-covered Dragon Boat Festival, and tears were about to flow out.

Dragon Boat Festival smiled foolishly: "Don't cry, they are all from the Japanese."

Tang Jiujiu burst into tears and smiled, hugging Dragon Boat Festival tightly, as if she could run away with her hands.

When everyone saw this scene, they all smiled comfortably.

The Dragon Boat Festival is fine, this may be the most celebratory thing in this bloody battle.

Injuries, medical soldiers, etc. also joined the cleaning battlefield, including some wounded soldiers who can move, and also helped.

After cleaning, I found that the Japanese left them many good things, including more than 30 vehicles of various types, including mortars, mountain cannons, and grenade launchers, with no less than 30 doors.

There are more than fifty heavy machine guns, rifles and pistols, and countless machine guns.

But the most is ammunition. The five Japanese trucks were filled with arms, with more than 200 shells in a single shell, with no less than 50,000 machine gun bullets, and far more than 100,000 rifle bullets.

There are thirty boxes of grenades, at least five or six hundred. And it is not counted as searching from the Japanese.

There were about ten boxes of explosives, and the guerrillas made a lot of money in this battle.

The soldiers and Dragon Boat Festival were both very happy because next, they no longer needed to hike through the vast grasslands.

With trucks and enough gasoline, they will be able to reach their destination for the trip tomorrow at the latest.

At this moment, Ma Ping'an also showed a long-lost smile.

The sacrifice of the soldiers made this old underground party feel sad from the bottom of his heart.

Although he seemed to be fine on the surface, he didn't know how many tears he had shed behind his back.

But looking at the corpses of the Japanese and the captured weapons and equipment, I felt that these were worth it. After all, weren’t they just holding guns to join the army to kill the Japanese?

At this time, they won a great victory, so what can I feel sad?

He was about to discuss with Dragon Boat Festival and buried the bodies of the soldiers temporarily placed on the east side of the battlefield and the heroes of the Ma Family Ji, but at this moment, Jiang Li hurried back with his people and reported:

"Report to Leader Ye, the Japanese were found two kilometers east of us. They were hiking towards us on foot, and it was estimated that there would be an infantry squadron and a company of puppet troops."

Before Jiang Li finished speaking, Gao Yanan also brought the people back and reported: "Leader Ye, there was a Japanese mechanized infantry regiment five kilometers west of us, and it was obvious that the troops of a brigade were around."

The Dragon Boat Festival looked solemn. With their current situation, let alone a Japanese infantry brigade, even one or two infantry squadrons would be difficult for them to defeat them in a short time.

And by then, the Japanese will probably gather more and more.

So Dragon Boat Festival took a look at the bodies of the soldiers and could only bear the pain: "The health team will immediately take the wounded and evacuated first. The heroes from the Ma Family Ji will also hand over your wounded and take them away by the health team.

Didn’t the Japanese leave so many trucks? Let those who can drive, and the injured take the bus.

And the others, see how many cars can be started, follow me and once the Japanese catch up, let them taste our anger!"

As he said that, Dragon Boat Festival smiled cunningly at the seized mountain cannons.

It is impossible to take all of these mountain cannons away. But he can give them to the Japanese.

As for whether the Japanese can handle it, it depends on the Japanese's luck.

Everything was carried out according to the Dragon Boat Festival orders. Tang Jiujiu, Gao Yanan and others drove the wounded and the medical soldiers to evacuate first. However, Dragon Boat Festival, Ma Hu and others drove the rest of the vehicles to Stone City with mountain cannons.

Although the south wall of Stone City has collapsed, the east wall and the west wall are still there.

The Dragon Boat Festival pulled all four mountain cannons to the city wall on the east side.

But at this time, the Japanese on the west side arrived first, and they gathered in Shitou City less than 600 meters.

Ma Ping'an was guarding there with his men. Eight mortars lined up in a row and had already aimed at the Japanese, just waiting for the Dragon Boat Festival to give orders.

The sound of Dragon Boat Festival was soon heard from the radio station: "Don't wait for the battle here, you're ready and start immediately. The sound of cannons on your side will lead the Japanese on my side. Haha!"

The end of the voice is the Dragon Boat Festival sneer.

The Dragon Boat Festival, which lost its comrades, didn't know how to vent its grief in its heart at this time, but he didn't expect the Japanese to come to him.
Chapter completed!