Beidian.
"Who... stop..." followed by the sound of a gun bolt.
People on the road immediately squatted down: "Don't shoot, it's us, from Hongsha Village..."
Not hearing a familiar voice, the soldiers who were on guard alone for the first time panicked. Some didn't know what to do: "What are you doing here?"
"Uncle Qiao asked us to come here, for what purpose...I don't know..."
The other party revealed his identity. He had no idea who Uncle Qiao was. The soldier asked again: "Are you guerrillas?"
This is a strange question. Even if I am not a guerrilla, I will definitely say that I am a guerrilla...
"Are you the Eighth Route Army?" The leading middle-aged man was speechless: "We are the militia of Hongsha Village!"
"You are finally here!" The guard post stood up from his hiding place: "Where are Uncle Zhao and the others?"
Uncle Zhao?
A group of militiamen and villagers were a little confused, and a figure from behind quickly stepped forward: "My name is Qiao Erdan. My uncle asked me to go to Hongsha Village to call for help. He told me to rush directly to Beidian. Before I arrived at Hongsha Village, I met someone Uncle Liu, um, my uncle and the others haven’t arrived yet?”
The middle-aged man who had been watching coldly stood up and said, "Comrade, old man Qiao asked his nephew Qiao Erdan to ask us to organize thirty militiamen to go to Beidian with the villagers. What on earth are we going to do?"
"Then you wait here until Uncle Zhao and the others arrive!" No one in front of him knew anyone, and the guard post did not reveal other information rashly.
Under the moonlight, he could see clearly that six of these men were carrying rifles with large barrels that should have old sleeves.
Most of them held red tassel guns in their hands, and some even carried hatchets.
"My surname is Liu, and they all call me Uncle Liu. There are loud gunshots here. Are you being chased by the Japanese?"
Don't ask, I won't tell you if I haven't seen Uncle Zhao...
Uh...okay...
Not long afterward, a group of figures hurriedly appeared. Seeing the gun tips and muzzles pointing at him on the ground, they were so shocked that they almost fell over.
Under the moonlight, a man shouted happily: "Uncle Qiao, why did you get here?"
"Uncle Liu? Why are you so fast?"
"Hey, you didn't let the cock crow three times before you arrived like this. Hehe, I arrived early. What's the mission?"
"Hey, Brother Zhao, it turns out to be you. Didn't everyone in your village move?"
"Don't waste time... Leave three people behind... lead the way to pick up people from other villages... Everyone else should follow me..."
"What's going on..."
"Carrying the wounded?"
"What, it takes so many people to lift a wounded person?"
"Don't ask about this matter. Hurry up. The comrades of the Independent Regiment... are blocking the enemy. They have to... carry out the wounded before dawn..."
"Then we have to hurry up...hey, are all the wounded in your village?"
Uncle Zhao, who was panting while trotting, said, "I said...can you...don't make me talk..."
"How far is it?"
"Five miles..."
"It takes about half an hour to walk on the five-mile mountain road!" Uncle Liu thought in his mind: "Hey, how many enemies are coming?"
Uncle Zhao really didn't want to talk: "I'm not sure..."
"Then... we have so many people here, it's time to beat him like a bitch!"
Uncle Zhao directly ignored the energetic guy's muttering.
Seeing that Old Zhao didn't reply, Uncle Liu turned to look at Old Man Qiao behind him: "You...are all empty-handed?"
"Didn't Liu Erxi tell you? I told you not to bring anyone with you..."
How is it possible to fight the Japanese without bringing a guy with you!
This time we are going to help carry the wounded!
Let’s discuss something. I won’t do the lifting of the wounded. I will lead the militia to fight the Japanese later, and you can lead the villagers to help the Eighth Route Army carry the wounded!
"We're here, can you just listen to the arrangements of the comrades from the Eighth Route Army?"
"Hehe, that's fine, anyway, even Lao Song has to give me face!"
"Tch, Captain Song will give you face? Didn't he just have a meal at your house? You've been bragging about it for almost half a year!"
...
The penetrating injury to the arm has been bandaged.
The wildfire is still spreading up the mountain ridge.
Hu Yi wiped off the blood on his hands when he covered the wound just now, took out his pocket watch, and looked at it by the firelight: half past four!
When the rooster crows three times, the sky becomes white, and the mountainous areas get bright early. It will be bright in an hour at most.
No more gunshots came from down the hillside.
From time to time someone would carry boxes of bullets with crooked handles. Or they deliberately walked past him carrying three or four strips or three or eight large caps on their backs.
Hu Yi had to nod to every warrior who came over.
The initial severe pain at the wound has passed.
But as long as you nod your head and move your body a little, the pain will still come.
Maybe, I won’t be able to touch a machine gun for half a month!
These blind guys were shot in their arms, and these idiots seemed to think they wouldn't feel any pain...
Why don't you just stay here and help me...
Without Luo Fugui, the Nine Battalions seemed to clean up the battlefield much faster.
"Report, the group of Japs chasing the mule south has turned around and is coming again, two miles away..."
Only those who have talent have a position!
Where there is life, there is hope...
Embarrassingly, Li Xiang's platoon that carried out the ambush also suffered heavy casualties, with only a dozen soldiers left who could walk on their own.
Now he has less than two platoons of combat-ready personnel!
Moreover, many were lightly wounded.
Now the bullets for the shell guns have basically been used up, and the Yin Japanese have no capital left.
Even though he knew that not many Japanese were coming, he did not dare to face the Japanese again.
The Ninth Battalion has a lot of machine guns, currently close to twenty!
It's a pity that when fighting in the mountains, you can't defeat the Japanese with more machine guns. You can't always use machine guns to suppress them.
What is needed more is precision shooting, not suppression.
It seems that the usual training is not reasonable...
There are at least 50,000 rounds of rifle bullets brought back to the base this time!
No matter what, you have to find a way to get more from your superiors!
The last time I went to the division to study, so many Japanese machine guns were captured, and the superiors had to express their gratitude no matter what.
As for borrowing the mortar shells... the worst thing is that they will be returned to the superiors later...
Hu Yi was suddenly startled. He... seemed to be getting closer to the thoughts of those students...
Withdrawing his thoughts, he put the pocket watch in his hand back into the ditch and looked up to the south.
Even if...with all the remaining troops, it is very possible to defeat the group of Japs following.
However, the Japanese reinforcements from the valley to the east came over, and none of the seriously injured people in the village could escape. The many guns and ammunition that the Ninth Battalion had finally accumulated, including the bullets to be transported back to the base, would eventually fall into the hands of the Japanese: "Withdraw first In the village!”
Leave a squad to harass along the way,
As soon as Hu Yi entered the village, Xiao Hongying came over excitedly: "Fox...Uncle Zhao and the others are back..."
Uncle Zhao? Who is Uncle Zhao?
Oops, I forgot to tell you that he is the traffic officer who stays in the village...
Not a liaison?
"Anyway, I mean...hey, are you injured?"
No, I was bitten by a Japs bullet...
A bite? Xiao Hongying didn't believe it at all, her big eyes rolled around, she raised her hand and poked with her index finger...
Hu Yi almost fell over and took a breath of cold air: "Auntie, I finally understand that the name of the wicked girl is not in vain..."
"Hehe, as long as no bones are hurt..."
The village was in chaos.
A middle-aged man came to Hu Yi: "Report to the leader, Liu Laogen, commander of the Hongsha Village Soldiers of the Pingshun Guerrilla Detachment, is reporting to you..."
Hu Yi was stunned for a moment. This... must be the first time someone calls himself the chief...
The chief...seems to be different from the chief.
Hu Yi, commander of the ninth battalion of the Independent Regiment...what did you just say?
Reporting to the head, Liu Laogen reports to you...
Hu Yi nodded: "Hurry and carry the wounded out of here!"
"I demand a fight!"
"You... want to participate in the battle?" Hu Yi was stunned for a moment.
"Yes, please approve the chief..."
Perhaps the word "chief" stimulated Hu Yi. Hu Yi didn't know if it was because of the lard that he actually agreed. He turned to Wang Xiaosan and ordered: "Take them to replenish some ammunition..."
Liu Laogen said with a shy face: "Commander, can you add some guns?"
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