Please remember the domain name of this site, or in: -Piao Tianwen-

Many refugees waiting for the bridge to cross the highway were shouting and shouting to the west bank of the bridge. The spy soldier had a gun in his hand, but he did not dare to shoot randomly. Zhang Dali held the machine gun tightly and cursed in a hurry: "It's so ***! I can't tell which Japanese are!"

At the critical moment, Dong Limao led Zhao Yong's main attack platoon to arrive, and he shouted to the refugees rushing forward: "Everyone is down! Leave down quickly..."

The scorching bullets flew past Dong Limao. The refugees running in the front heard his shouts and crawled on the ground one after another. The people behind were swept down a large area by the bullets shot by the Japanese. (_Book & Book & Bar)

When Dong Limao saw that he could no longer hesitate, he ordered Zhang Dali and others to say: "Shoot at those who hold guns!"

Zhang Dali roared: "Brothers! Don't let the Japanese rush up! Beat the Japanese gangsters who are raised by the bitch..." The machine guns in his hand were from the military police platoon of the guard bridge, and the firepower was very fierce. Once the strafing began, the posture was like destroying all the objects in front of him, and roaring, and a string of bullets flew towards the Japanese suicide squad that was rushing up like locusts.

The military police platoon led by Luo Yongshan had never fought any battles. They were so scared that they shrank their heads and did not dare to show their heads. However, Luo Yongshan was still a man. He was holding a light machine gun in his hand, standing on the side of the road, grinning and howling, and shooting at the Japanese who rushed forward.

Dong Limao was really surprised when he saw Luo Yongshan's desperate attitude. There were men who were not afraid of death from the spy brother Lian. He didn't want this warrior to disappear in front of him. He rushed forward and pressed Luo Yongshan to the ground.

Luo Yongshan struggled and wanted to stand up, shouting, "I want to fight with these bastards!" He was angry because he saw many refugees dying under the Japanese guns.

Dong Limao pressed Luo Yongshan tightly to the ground and shouted to his ear: "Save your life and kill the Japanese!"

Luo Yongshan seemed to come to his senses, looked at Dong Limao with tears in his eyes, bit his lower lip, nodded vigorously, and without saying a word, he put the machine gun on the ground and started firing again.

Nakamura Shunxiu looked at his suicide squad members rushing forward in the rain of bullets. He seemed to be infected by the blood that was ready to die. He actually held a bayonet with a bayonet rifle, howled and took the lead to rush towards the bridgehead.

"Erzhao! Did you see it? Kill the one who took the lead!" Dong Limao shouted to Wang Jigui.

Wang Jiagui had already aimed, and Dong Limao's words had just finished speaking, and the sniper rifle also fired. Half of Nakamura's head was blown away by Wang Jiagui's bullets. Not only did it not fall, but he ran forward a few steps with half of his head, and then suddenly crawled on the ground and died.

Liu Yudong's reconnaissance platoon seized the commanding heights on the roadside in time. Just after Nakamura Shunxiu was shot and killed by Wang Jiagui, hundreds of Japanese Japanese relied on the cover of several machine guns to rush towards the bridgehead on the west bank of the bridge. He shouted: "Get to death for me!"

The Japanese seemed to be determined to occupy the bridge, and they didn't care about Liu Yudong and the others on the mountain by the road. Even the Japanese were too lazy to fight back to the mountain. The one in front fell down, and the one behind stepped on the dead body and continued to rush forward.

As a suicide squad, Dong Limao secretly admired this group of Japanese devils. The leader was gone and he still had such courage. This is the most talented Japanese devils that Dong Limao had ever seen since he traveled through time. None of them was afraid of their heads, but they all took the lead.

In fact, when Toshihide Nakamura selected suicide squadrons, he made it clear to everyone that when he arrived at the edge of Huitong Bridge, no matter whether he was in command or not, he had to rush to the bridge to prevent the Zhongzhao from exploding the bridge. Japanese soldiers had very strong execution of the orders of superior officers, otherwise they would not be able to show off their martial arts in front of 400 million Chinese. Since they could occupy most of China, there must be their best. The suicide squadrons selected by Toshihide Nakamura were among the elite elites under Sakaguchi. Almost all of them had participated in the "September 18" and the "Nanjing Massacre". Everyone was carrying a lot of Chinese blood debts. Their bravery and courage were no less than that of Nagatoshi Massacre.

The spy company had more than 100 numbers and Luo Yongshan's platoon. Less than 200 people had to deal with hundreds of suicide squads in the Japanese fast column, and it was a face-to-face exchange of fire. The degree of tragicity can be imagined. The military police of Luo Yongshan's platoon had no combat experience. Most of the people followed the refugees to the east bank of the bridge, and were almost killed by the Japanese suicide squad. At the same time, the refugees on the bridge were also shot by the guns.

The scorching bullets like locusts were shot at the refugees who crossed the bridge. Many people were shot and fell into the middle of the river, and some were squeezed off the bridge.

Zhang Zuwu saw this scene from a window of a house in the east of the bridge. He was anxious and said to himself: "Come across the bridge quickly... Dong Jiacheng, please withdraw me..." His hand tightly grabbed the detonator pressing device and was ready to detonate.

Liu Yudong's reconnaissance platoon played a considerable role. Dozens of them shot at the Japanese who were screaming in the highway on the mountain, and threw down grenades. At this time, he didn't care whether there were any refugees on the road or innocent refugees, and they were shot and killed and killed on the road with the Japanese.

Just when more than half of Nakamura's suicide squad had been eliminated, Dong Limao heard the rumbling sound of tanks. He looked up at the winding highway and saw more than a dozen tanks with headlights on and rushed down from above. He called out a secretly, and looked at the bridge behind him. There were still half of the people on the bridge that had not been completely passed, so he could not wait any longer. If he fought hard like this, the brothers of the spy company would be in trouble once the tank arrived.

Zhang Zuwu also saw the light of the tank and heard the very special rumbling sound. Seeing that the people on the bridge were about to pass, he wanted to wait until all the people on the bridge came before detonating the explosives, but he was worried that if he waited, the Japanese tanks would fire at him. If he died, no one would detonate the explosives under the bridge. When he was in a dilemma, the tanks on the road opposite the river fired at the tiled house on the east bank of the bridge. Several shells fell around the tiled house where Zhang Zuwu was. He thought to himself: Can't wait any longer! He moved his hand and pressed it hard.

The explosive device, however, did not explode immediately. Zhang Zuwu thought there was something wrong with the lead and planned to run out of the room and use a backup fuse to detonate. When placing the explosive, Zhang Zuwu made two preparations to be on the safe side. One was to detonate the explosive device with a detonator. This detonation device used a dry battery, and the second preparation was to place the original fuse, which needed to be ignited with fire. But he stepped out of the room, and was first stabbed by a dazzling orange-red light so that his eyes could not be opened. Then there was a loud bang, and the ground under his feet was trembling, throwing him high into the air.

Dong Limao was planning to ask the spy soldier to withdraw from the battle. When he ran to the east bank of the bridge, he suddenly heard a few explosions from the east bank. He thought that Zhang Zuwu had already blown up the bridge. When he looked back, he saw that the bridge was still fine, but two houses at the east end of the bridge were blown up. So he said to Zhang Dali and Gou Hao beside him: "Tell brothers, prepare to evacuate!"

Zhang Dali asked: "Company Commander, where are we going?"

Dong Limao was about to speak and retreat to the east bank of the bridge, with a loud bang, and even the west bank of the bridge could feel trembling. Dong Limao and the spies were so shocked that they couldn't help looking back. The Japanese devils in front of them also stood there blankly and looked towards the east bank. The whole world seemed to be frozen, and everyone turned their attention to the bridge.

A huge fireball rose from the east end of the bridge, and dazzling arcs and bursting flames illuminated the canyon and the river more than day.

Immediately afterwards, a huge explosion and violent air waves threw one end of the east side of the suspension bridge high, and then slowly fell from mid-air like a broken toy, falling into the river water below the canyon, splashing high water columns.

Dong Limao smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, and then he realized why his great-grandfather could not return to the mainland. As soon as the bridge was broken, the only way to retreat was to rely on the cover of the night to enter the mountains. What fate would it be? I'm afraid that the great-grandfather at that time was also very confused.

Dong Limao looked at the Chongshan Mountain on the east bank, which was connected to nothing in front of him. It seemed like the sudden disappearance of the bridge made him fall into the river with the bridge, and said blankly: "Escape to the mountain..."

In addition to Dong Limao's mood, the Japanese devils' ambitions were also the ones who had not yet been eliminated. The bridge that had not yet been eliminated disappeared from their eyes. They seemed to have lost their physical spiritual pillar and became crazy, killing people when they saw them, venting their ambitions with refugees who had no time to cross the bridge, and joining the massacre, and rushing to the tanks.

The refugees who were screaming in all directions began to run to the mountains beside the road, and some jumped directly into the river. Fortunately, the sky was already dark at this time, otherwise more people would die.

This time, more than 10,000 people died at the anger of the Japanese.

Dong Limao, the spy company, and Luo Yongshan, under the cover of Liu Yudong and others, successfully evacuated the west bank of the bridge and entered the forest.

When Zhang Zuwu woke up from a coma, it was already late at night. He was shaking his mouth, nose and ears and bleeding from the huge explosion. He was thrown into a small wood on the east bank of the bridge. When he opened his eyes and heard sporadic gunshots from the other side of the river, he struggled to stand up from the ground and walked to the shore of the bridge head that had been blown out of recognition. He looked at the other side blankly. Suddenly, a sour tears still flowed down, muttering: "Brother Jiacheng, I'm sorry for you and the brothers of the spy company..." He thrust and knelt on the ground with both knees, as if he was doing something for him to apologize to Dong Limao and the spy company who had not evacuated back to the east bank. He thought that the spy company and Luo Yongshan and others had all died in battle.
Chapter completed!