The Japanese lieutenant who gave the order to retreat was unexpectedly hit by a shelling before leaving. The disgraced lieutenant lost his troops and his nose was crooked with anger. He always felt uneasy and had not forgotten the outflanking team on the west road.
He ordered another second lieutenant under his command to take a squad of Japanese soldiers, gathered thirty or forty puppet troops, and trotted all the way to the Western Front to meet them.
Panting, the team kept heading south, first meeting the three-wheeled motorcycle that had escaped from the squadron headquarters.
Through the second lieutenant's binoculars, he saw from a distance that the guerrillas in the south were already cleaning the battlefield. Several guerrilla chasers were chasing the motorcycles with their legs swinging. They stopped after seeing the large group of people. Several of them were on guard, and one turned and retreated. It looked like they were going to move reinforcements.
The second lieutenant put down the telescope, slapped the Japanese driver off the motorcycle with a palm on his face, and roared in bird language: "Baga, how could this happen?"
The driver got up from the ground, stood at attention, and said with red eyes: "The detour team on the west route was ambushed by the despicable guerrillas. Second Lieutenant Uesugi Yusei was in charge of the command. The sergeant who took over the command was killed. The entire Uesugi team did not retreat. All the warriors were wiped out..."
The second lieutenant was so angry at these bastards that his forehead was smoking: "Are you all blind? Didn't you see the retreat order signal flare sent out by the headquarters?"
"The second lieutenant wanted to bring back the attacking warriors from the front, but we didn't expect the guerrillas' firepower to be far beyond our imagination..."
An observer on the side interrupted the conversation between the two: "Your Excellency, Second Lieutenant, the enemy is chasing us again!"
The second lieutenant turned to look at the guerrillas with a ferocious face, and found a group of guerrillas under the cover of night, following the guerrilla who ran back and turned back again.
The second lieutenant looked at his subordinates. They saw a squadron of the Imperial Army, and the anxious eyes of the Imperial Alliance Army who were following... They couldn't count on it at all!
It was getting dark, and it was the first time he encountered such a vicious guerrilla force. If he continued to entangle them, he was not sure that he would be able to escape unscathed.
Immediately roar: "All retreat!"
After a while, the second lieutenant, who only received three Japanese soldiers, got on his motorcycle and turned around with forty or fifty people.
Ran north.
...
Gao Yidao personally led the leader to chase the Japanese motorcycles, and finally watched the Japanese and puppet troops disappear northward.
In the current situation, it is really difficult to pursue.
He gave no further orders to continue the pursuit. The charge just now was so fierce that most of the soldiers could no longer keep up with their physical strength.
A group of people slowly returned to the open area. Gao Yida went to the wounded who were being bandaged. He squatted down and asked one of his squad leaders: "Is everything okay?"
The squad leader twisted a smile that was uglier than crying: "Hey, battalion commander, our squad killed three Japs this time. It's just that a few recruits didn't cooperate well during the charge, and the Japs' bullets took a bite."
"Take good care of your injuries. After you recover, I will let you lead a platoon!" Gao Yidao nodded. There were not many large-scale charges like this. It was normal for the soldiers to not cooperate well with each other.
The soldiers nearby watched Gao Yidao leave nervously, and immediately gathered around the injured squad leader and said complimentary words: "Hey, our squad has done a great job this time!"
"Shut up. Our class lost three brothers in this battle. We must find a good cemetery for them..."
"Squad leader, I heard... from the Ninth Battalion that this area is completely flat and there is nothing good about it. However, the Feng Shui of the woods to the south is better..."
"Then take them over there and bury them. Remember the deeds of the brothers clearly. When the time comes, report them as martyrs to the regiment!"
Lying on the stretcher next to him was a recruit covered in bandages. This honest peasant boy usually excelled in stabbing training. He had been on the battlefield before, but he had never experienced such a bloody scene with bullets flying everywhere. Although the rifle bullets in his hand were already loaded, he still wanted to save bullets and planned to stab the Japanese who had been shot on the ground with his bayonet. However, the Japanese who was about to die fired a grenade.
Even if he dodged quickly, he was still injured by grenade shrapnel in many places on his body. In the eyes of the soldiers of the second battalion, he probably would not survive the night.
A friendly military doctor accompanying the team was performing an operation on this man. Judging from his quick movements, perhaps, even with such a serious injury, there was still hope of survival.
The busy military doctor suddenly raised his head and asked the surrounding Second Battalion soldiers: "Who among you...has type A blood?"
The soldiers around were stunned and immediately shook their heads. It was not that they were unwilling to donate blood, but that they really did not know what blood type they had...
But in the blink of an eye, the soldiers all gathered around, talking all over the place: "Just whip me..." "I have a lot of blood..."
Gao Yidao, who was looking at the military doctor with half-squinted eyes, immediately stretched out his hand to pull away the surrounding soldiers, stretched out his arm and said calmly: "I am O-type, whip me...!"
After saying this, Gao Yidao's mood suddenly seemed much better.
The military doctor nodded and immediately took out the blood transfusion equipment...
After a while, Gao Yidao, who looked a little pale after donating blood, covered his left arm and left, heading south.
In the south, Ma Liang and his men were supporting six wounded soldiers who had been bandaged and were preparing to leave.
Eight naked Japanese soldiers lay face down on the ground, with nothing left except their crotch cloths.
Gao Yidao took a rough look at Ma Liang's team and saw that they only had seven more 38-level caps. He knew that they didn't get anything this time and he was in a better mood!
Ma Liang looked at Gao Yidao with a dark face. He was indeed in a bad mood.
When cleaning the battlefield, except for killing the few Japs closest to them, seizing a few rifles, and grabbing a watch and a Southern pistol from the dead Japs second lieutenant, the rest were cleaned up by the Second Battalion. It can be said that all the work was in vain. field!
The Japanese ran away with a motorcycle, leaving behind two crooked machine guns and two grenade launchers, all of which fell into the hands of the Second Battalion.
The only thing that made Ma Liang feel good was that there was no charge this time, and at least a dozen Japanese were killed! Six people from the two platoons brought by his men were seriously injured, three were shot in the arms, two suffered penetrating wounds from bullets in the chest, and one was shot in the face. Whether he survived depends on luck.
Gao Yidao looked at Ma Liang and deliberately suggested: "I said...each of you has two wheels, should you pursue it?"
Ma Liang retorted: "I thought you were here to comfort us!"
Gao Yidao showed a rare calmness: "Sixteen people from the second battalion died, and twenty or thirty were slightly or seriously injured. How many casualties are there for you guys? Do you want me to express my condolences to you?"
Ma Liang originally thought he would fight a tough battle with the Japanese, but he never expected that Gao Yidao's charge with the Second Battalion would be so fierce and fast.
Knowing Gao Yidao's virtues, he didn't bother to pay attention, and imitated Hu Yi's tone: "Haha, I didn't receive this order. Besides, it's almost dark, I have to go back and give the order!"
Gao Yidao was stunned for a moment: "Give me the damn order, you Nine Battalions are as courageless cowards as Hu, get out of here!"
Ma Liang knew that Gao Yidao was going to eat alone, so he didn't care. He turned around and followed the big dog carrying the second lieutenant's command knife. The soldiers carried the wounded, and the group of people went directly to the east.
Gao Yidao, who was left behind, seemed to suddenly realize something, and immediately turned around and returned to the second battalion.
...
In the open field, it was so dark that it was almost impossible to see faces.
A fire was lit on the ground, and Hu Yi stood in the open field, looking at the lively girl with a bandage on her head not far away.
"Damn mule, what are you pretending to be? Hurry up and count the number of prisoners. Didn't you see that it's already dark?"
"Hehe, look at you, I, Luo Fugui, took in prisoners for no reason!"
There was still some dull pain in Xiao Hongying's head. He didn't care that he was a wounded person and kept picking things from the seized things, directly returning to his previous bad behavior of busy getting bullets and equipment all day long.
She said that she wanted to set up a special agent company, so she had to start saving her family from now on!
She secretly vowed in her heart that in order to equip her company, which had no character, it must move closer to the friendly forces!
As for the bandit prisoners who surrendered, she was not interested at all.
Victory means gain.
Positional warfare is completely different from fighting guerrillas. This time the price paid by the Nine Battalions was not high.
Therefore, the joy of victory filled everyone's heart.
The biggest gain came from the bandits who surrendered, so on the surface, it seemed that Luo Fugui had the greatest credit.
The security forces retreated without even organizing a decent attack. This is completely uncharacteristic of the Japanese.
After picking here and there for a long time, the girl's excitement began to fade: "Mule."
"What's going on?"
"How do you think the friendly troops' artillery fires so accurately?
"They have artillery...of course they can fire accurately."
"That prodigal son of Wanbaoxi has used up all the artillery shells supporting the friendly forces again!"
"If you hadn't been shot, Li Xiang would have been reluctant to shoot all the shells..."
"Hey, what does this have to do with me?"
At this moment, Luo Fugui had no intention of quarreling with the girl: "Well, it really has nothing to do with you... Half of the artillery shells supported by the friendly forces were given to Gao Yida, and they seemed to have not fired a single one..."
"Hehe, Gao Yidao probably plans to stay..."
"This positional battle doesn't seem to be difficult at all!"
Luo Fugui finished searching the last puppet corpse on the ground and curled his lips: "No difficulty? If Boss Hu and I hadn't suppressed the Japanese machine guns, those security forces might have rushed into our trenches long ago..."
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