"Huhhh...Huhh..." In the knee-deep snow and among the flying snowflakes, everyone could feel their heavy breathing. The Anti-Japanese Allied Forces retreated northward, and the Japanese were struggling to find traces of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces.

While running, the teams on both sides had dispersed. With extremely low visibility, grassroots officers tried their best to gather the troops, and could only keep the people around them from following around them.

When we meet from time to time, there will be sounds of fighting and fighting, one after another, and never stopping.

At the beginning of the sudden snowfall, Ma Qian'an was able to contact his troops. As the team gradually drifted away, and he fought while walking, fewer and fewer teams could answer calls. Ma Qian'an understood that the team had been dispersed and fortunately they all knew that they would go north, as long as they headed north, there would be hope.

The special battalion led by Ma Qian'an is a vanguard in the marching sequence. He encountered the most enemy interceptions and sieges in the continuous melee. In waves of encounters, he gradually deviated from the original direction and headed towards the northeast.

This melee was unexpected, completely disrupting Ma Qian'an's retreat route and dispersing Ma Qian'an's troops. But as soon as this encounter came, it went quickly.

An hour later, the special camp completely left the enemy. Unfortunately, the map was lost due to the sacrifice of the correspondent carrying the map. Now even Ma Qian'an doesn't know where he is or where he is.

At noon, I turned on the radio and called the lost troops. Only the radio stations at the command of the 12th Detachment responded to the call. It is unknown whether the remaining radio stations were not turned on or were destroyed.

When Ma Qian'an knew that Geng Dianjun was still alive, he felt a little lucky. He knew that this kind of melee was the most dangerous. The whole army was in a mess, and the commander was in it and was very susceptible to injury or death.

There were more than 80 people around him. Among them, except for some special battalion soldiers, there were also some other team members gathered along the way. The melee made all the establishment disorder. Zhang Xiaohua was not among them, and no one knew which direction she was fighting and leaving in the battle.

The snow stopped! A strong wind blew, and the heavy snow suddenly disappeared without a trace as if it was blown away by the wind. The sun at noon suddenly emerged, hanging high in the south. The dazzling snow light made the soldiers shut their eyes involuntarily.

When they opened their eyes, they were suddenly shocked by the scene in front of them.

What was also shocked was a team of Japanese soldiers on skis not far away. The snow and wind were lost. The Japanese pursuers chased them here in a daze. They were worried that they could not find a way back. Suddenly, they saw the enemy appear, and a blank appeared in their minds.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, both sides shouted at the same time, like a stone thrown into the lake, breaking the peace and peace at once.

Raise the gun and pull the trigger at the same time.

The storm-like gunshots did not sound as expected. There were only scattered disproportionate rifles and **** fired, and the killing effect was extremely low when their hands were trembling. In the cold weather, the guns on both sides were rushing and sucking the guns into snow. They had not fired for a while. Most of the guns' bolts were frozen and could not be fired.

"Kill!" Ma Qian'an roared, took the lead in lifting his long legs, and rushed forward with the submachine gun in his hand.

You can't escape. The Japanese have snowboards. There are a few snowboards on their side that they have lost in the melee, but they can't escape. Only by facing them and destroying this group of Japanese is the correct solution.

The Japanese were not willing to be outdone, so they hurriedly threw off their snowboards, screamed and rushed over.

The well-trained special battalion soldiers did not require any commander to draw grenades while running, swivel the cover and pull fire, and threw a batch of grenades in a short time.

The Japanese followed suit and threw out a batch of grenades in the reverse direction.

Amid the rumbling explosion, a close-knit hand-to-hand combat kicked off.

A grenade exploded 5 meters in front of Ma Qian'an. The snow surface and shrapnel blew into the face. A small piece of shrapnel slashed across Ma Qian'an's cheeks, and blood gushed out, covering his chin.

"My grass!" Ma Qian'an didn't expect that the first time he was injured was a broken appearance. Although the man didn't care much about his appearance, the problem was that he didn't feel pain when he had eaten?

Ma Qian'an, with a bloody face, rushed into the enemy formation like a ferocious evil spirit. The first action was to sweep two 38 guns that stabbed him. The second action swung the wielding hand and smashed a Japanese steel helmet on the top of his head, and the third action stabbed the wielding man who had only the barrel left into the throat of another Japanese.

The three movements were too fast, and in the blink of an eye, people only saw the long spear flying into the air, broken gun parts, fragments of the steel helmet, flying brains, blood and two soft and falling bodies.

The two armies collided violently, and the sound of fighting suddenly echoed through the small valley.

The special battalion soldiers who had undergone special training were like fish in hand-to-hand combat. They used their weapons in their hands in a superb way, chopping, slashing, pushing, blocking, tying, kicking the crotch, throwing the back, twisting and wrapping, and using everything they could do, quickly killing a large number of Japanese.

After this heavy blow, the Japanese still maintained their "high" fighting enthusiasm. They would rather die together than retreat or disintegrate. This is also a tenacious elite army.

Ma Qian'an couldn't remember how many Japanese he had killed, but he only knew that he was still fighting. He roared, he slashed, he shot, he sterned his neck, his lightning-like figure swirled in the enemy formation, his thunderous roar shocked the enemy's courage, and the enemy troops around him took it away.

"Kill!" A sharp and neat thrust, and a Japanese fell down wailingly.

"Kill!" A beautiful close-fitting approached, and the sharp blade of the dagger struck the Japanese neck.

"Kill!" A very quick and powerful blade was snatched off the Japanese spear with bare hands, and then stabbed the Japanese to the snow.

Gradually, he felt that his movements could not keep up with the speed of light thinking. He was clearly staring at a Japanese man's chest, but the bayonet in his hand was inexplicably slashed. His strength continued to lose, and his movements were distorted little by little.

What's wrong with me? Ma Qian'an gasped, his chest fluctuated violently. He didn't notice that the blood had covered his whole body. He just asked himself slowly, wondering why he had become slow.

"The commander is injured!" A scream was as if he woke up the dreamer. Ma Qian'an suddenly felt the last trace of strength floating out of his body. He slowly sat down. In his blurred vision, he saw several figures rushing towards him.

Ma Qian'an was in a coma. In the coma, he felt like a small boat in the turbulent sea, throwing it to the top of the waves and falling to the bottom of the valley.

In his coma, he felt the coldness that broke through his bone marrow, the whistling sound of the wind, and the urgent shouts.

What he didn't know was that in an hour of hand-to-hand combat, he had saved more than forty Japanese devils, and the souls of more than forty Japanese devils had crossed the ocean and returned to Japan; what he didn't know was that the moment he fell, the remaining twenty Japanese devils collapsed at the same time and ran around wailing; what he didn't know was that his soldiers dragged their disabled bodies and placed him on a sled made of simple skis, dragging him to move northward and striving forward hard. He didn't even know that the surviving soldiers gave up the rest of the seriously injured due to the limited conditions, in order to take him away.

In his coma, he only felt the voice of a familiar and strange man keep ringing in his ears.

"I am Zhao Shangzhi! Anzi! You can't die! You owe me a life and haven't paid it yet. Now I owe me another one, I won't allow you to die!"

Loomingly, Ma Qian'an seemed to feel the voice crying.


Chapter completed!