The hot sun is constantly radiating heat. There are shrubs everywhere, and occasionally there are a few locust and cypress trees that are not very tall.
The first battalion commander of the Model Regiment was holding a Cao Changjing, hiding under a locust tree, and observing.
On the road at the foot of the hillside, there were so many Japs standing in front of him. It was the first time in his life that he had never seen them before. His body was a little stiff and his muscles were contracting. He brought them with him. A team of thousands of people were lying on the hillside, and a dozen company commanders were trying hard to control their breathing.
The battalion commander felt a chill on his back. During the hurried march to this place, his clothes were soaked with sweat. It felt like they were all covered with water. A gust of wind blew by, and he actually shivered on a hot day.
The regiment got the news early in the morning: the Lucheng Japs set out from the north gate. Judging from the posture, they were definitely going to sweep again. However, the Japs coming out this time were different from some of the previous sweeps. They were all Japs, not even a security force.
The regiment leader was injured and was still in the division hospital. After receiving the news, the political commissar who temporarily acted as the regiment leader issued the order without hesitation. The second and third battalions organized the people to go into the mountains.
As the main force, the first battalion's task was to delay and block the Japanese. The correspondent began to notify the companies of the first battalion to assemble urgently. Each company rushed from its station in the respective defense area to the hillside.
There are seven companies in a battalion, plus five and a half militia companies. Each of them left some soldiers to help the people in the station move, and everyone else arrived here.
Since it is a model regiment, it is certainly not a boast. Although there are only three battalions, each battalion has seven or eight companies, leaving a lot of soldiers behind. There are still nearly a thousand people here.
The first battalion commander originally thought he could ambush the Japs, but when he looked through the telescope, he saw that the Japs had long rifles and long cannons. There were definitely over 10,000 Japs in the valley. What an ambush. Looking at the soldiers who could not have more than five bullets in their rifles at most. , the battalion commander felt cold. Except for the five bullets in most of the soldiers' guns, each soldier's ammunition bag was empty, not to mention the nervous faces of nearly half of them, carrying broadswords, hoes, and shuttlecocks.
All because in the valley at the foot of the hillside, there was a vast area of yellow. It was not like a column that I had seen before. It was just like the endless winding water of the Yellow River in the battalion commander’s hometown.
The battalion commander forced himself to appear calm and calm, and his face was even more calm, because he noticed that the soldiers around him were shivering. On a hot day, it was definitely not caused by the cold wind. He was the battalion commander and the reassurance of the whole battalion. If He couldn't keep calm, and the team, half of which were new recruits, might collapse.
Another gust of cold wind blew by, and there was a smell of urine in the wind.
The battalion commander said with a black line: "Comrades, don't be afraid. The Japs are in the valley. Ah, we are on the hillside, far apart. Wait a while and we will get closer. Pay attention to my order. Each person fires a bullet, and then Retreat eastward and into the mountains." The battalion commander began to cheer, his voice trembling.
The Japanese spearheads lined up and headed eastward, not searching the two wings at all.
The order began to be passed around, the sound was so low that I might not be able to hear it clearly, for fear of alarming the Japanese soldiers more than a kilometer away.
Several company commanders received the order and immediately dispersed.
"My dear grandma, why are there so many Japs? Now that the regiment leader and the political commissar are not here, we might as well not shoot at all. It's so far away and we can't hit. Why should we just run away? Anyway, there are no Japs. Go to our station." The first company commander suggested to the battalion commander next to him.
"Logically, the Japs should head north after passing the intersection in front, but they are still heading northeast. Could it be that they are not coming to raid our base area?" the battalion commander said with a hint of joy.
A middle-aged man's gasping voice came from behind.
"That's right. It's strange. Not only did the Japanese not surround us during this sweep, but now they seem to be lining up to take a trip into the mountains. Maybe their target really isn't us?"
"Hello, political commissar!" "Hello, political commissar!"
A flurry of voices echoed throughout the battlefield.
"Hello, comrades... Battalion Commander Wang, just give the order. The people have been moved. You are good at fighting. Whether to fight or withdraw, you make up your mind and I will take a look." The political commissar gasped.
The political commissar's words whispered into the ears of the young soldiers, and the tense atmosphere immediately eased a lot.
"Political Commissar, this is what I think. Well, there are too many Japs. We will definitely not be able to defeat them. However, since they are not coming for us, of course we don't need to stop them. We can just shoot them and run away. Japs." No matter how many, he doesn’t have eight legs, does he?”
"You figure it out, what do the company commanders mean?" The political commissar pulled out the kettle and took a large gulp of water.
"Them? They were all scared!" A bunch of cowards.
"Then, why are your legs shaking?" The political commissar was surprised.
"Lying down for too long makes me numb." The battalion commander said sternly.
"Oh." The political commissar didn't say anything.
"Hey, I think the Japanese didn't enter the village or search, so they just ran to the east. I think it would be a waste of bullets to shoot them. We can't hit them from such a distance. I think their cannons are all useless." There are hundreds of them, and we won’t be able to bear it even after one round.”
"Battal Commander, the Japanese are a little strange. They don't seem to have infantry artillery, they only have small artillery." While the battalion commander was talking to the political commissar, the first company commander pulled the battalion commander's telescope and looked at it while saying.
"There's something wrong. The Japanese are mobilizing troops without a purpose, but in the mountains to the east... we don't have a large army. I don't understand." The battalion commander scratched his head, feeling unsatisfied through his military cap. He took off his hat and shook it vigorously a few times. Sweat was like rain. The soldier lying on the ground was about to curse, but he looked back and quickly swallowed the curse words in his throat.
"Is there any news from other places?" the battalion commander asked.
"No, the correspondent sent to the north to meet the friendly forces has not returned yet. The situation is not clear. Should we fight or not?" the political commissar spoke quickly.
"Forget it, I think it's better to forget it. It's so far away. If the enemy can fire a few rounds, our casualties will definitely be heavy. However, if the enemy wants to pass by us, we have to leave some souvenirs. It will be much better for us to go to the narrow valley in front of the enemy. .”
The regimental commander is not here, and the battalion commander is slandering, "You, the political commissar, always ask for your opinion, can't you give an order?"
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Hu Yi and Political Commissar Ding chased them all the way to the mountain pass. From the telescope, they could see the hills and hills outside the mountain in the distance. The terrain was completely different from the high mountains and ridges at this location. They could already feel the plains in the distance.
"Captain Hu, not only have we lost the pursuit of Commander Ding, but the Japanese have not even seen a trace. I think it will be in vain if we continue to run." Commander Ding panted heavily and rolled his eyes at Hu Yi.
Hu Yi was a little strange. The speed of the three of them was not slow. They failed to catch up with Captain Ding. The footprints on the ground were still there. They were all military shoe prints. It was unclear how many people had walked by. The footprints were pulled upward. It's all towards the outside of the mountain.
He moved his aching shoulders vigorously, glanced sideways at the political commissar, swallowed embarrassingly, and muttered: "Captain Ding and the others are running like rabbits!"
Ding Deyi smiled: "You underestimated Ding... You underestimated Commander Ding. During the Long March, their company ran very fast, and they always attacked in front to clear the way. Hehe, but when he returned to the station, This is the closest road, and judging from his anxious look, he must take a shortcut. The footprints on the ground are still there, which means they didn't encounter any Japanese." After saying this, he continued to breathe.
