Seeing that the situation was not going well, the pursuing Japanese retreated.
A line of sky on the mountainside to the north.
The soldiers who had not slept for two days and one night were lying on the mountainside beside a small stream with little water. They slept soundly in the sun with hats on their faces, snoring one after another.
He Gensheng followed the villagers who carried the wounded.
After blocking the attack, Wang Xiaosan yawned and lit a fire by the stream.
A piece of military uniforms and bandages were drying on a tree not far away.
The big and tall Xiong lay leisurely in the shade where the clothes were hanging: "Wang Xiaosan, you got a big deal this time..."
Wang Xiaosan had a gloomy look on his face and stuffed two more branches into the stone stove: "I'm in a bad mood, so get out of here as far as you can..."
"Your platoon only sacrificed six people and injured twelve. Our ninth company suffered more casualties than you... without showing any signs of mourning..."
"The Japs have retreated. If you are fine now, then hurry up and get those guns back..."
"We secretly used the ammunition given to our superiors. Boss Hu will have to write a report later..."
"No...you didn't seem to care much about these things before, right?"
"Grandma, I finally understand. If there are no people, no matter how much money you have, it will be useless..."
"Hey...are you aware of this?"
"Yesterday when the Japs fired thousands of cannons on the mountain ridge, I really thought we all had to hang up there..."
"So...you're scared?"
"I'm so scared. I just think it's a pity that the two hundred yuan I brought with me wasn't exchanged for roast chicken..."
"Two hundred dollars? You really have the nerve to say it."
"Don't slander good people..."
"Haha, during the ambush in the division, each of those puppet soldiers carried hundreds of pieces of money. You searched for several days and you only have two hundred pieces of money?"
"Didn't you exchange the debit notes for Li Huanzhang? Everyone knows this... and then he bought roast chicken, all of which was paid for by me, okay?"
Hearing Luo Fugui talk about roasted chicken, Wang Xiaosan, a former cook, thought of the soldiers who died under his command: "What a pity..."
"What's the pity?"
"I'm sorry it's none of your business..."
"Not to mention being pulled down..."
The two talked for a long time, but they didn't say what advantage Wang Xiaosan took...
the other side.
"Hey...Fox, can you use money to buy a gun like the one in the hands of friendly forces?"
A lazy voice came from under the military hat: "What kind of gun?"
"It's a gun that can hold eight bullets!"
The military cap shook: "I definitely can't buy it."
"I think that gun is really good. It doesn't need to pull the bolt and it can shoot far."
Hu Yi's voice gradually became quieter: "There is no need to pull the bolt on the machine gun...it can shoot farther..."
"The machine gun is too heavy, its aim is inaccurate, and its recoil is too strong..."
Hu Yi wanted to sleep: "If you have such leisure... you might as well care about why the people in your platoon haven't come back yet."
"It's not you, get that Crazy Yang away, otherwise I will definitely..."
"Stop dreaming, have you ever heard that a chicken coop can keep a phoenix?"
"Then I'll get a sycamore tree..."
"Haha, have you become more capable? You even know that the phoenix lives in the phoenix tree..."
"We have so many injured people this time, we have to find a way to build a hospital by ourselves..."
Seeing that the little girl was getting more and more ridiculous, Hu Yi got angry and said, "You don't have a fever? There are not many decent doctors in the hospital."
"Hey, don't you think Aunt Zhou..."
Bang...Pfft...a snoring sound jumped out from under the hat.
"Don't pretend to be dead..."
On a mountainside road in the south.
Ichiro Takahashi, wearing the uniform of the national army, walked cautiously with his waist bent in the shadow of the nearby mountain cliff that blocked the sun.
After turning around a cliff, he suddenly stopped and took cover.
Ever since dawn, I always felt like there was someone behind me.
Stick to the mountain wall and listen carefully to the rear.
Apart from the constant low whistle of the mountain wind, which caused the branches and weeds to rustle, no other sounds were heard.
Takahashi's mind is a little confused...
According to the raiding regulations, all units raiding the same area must maintain regular contact.
After waiting for such a long time, not even a single figure was seen on the mountain road. Takahashi was finally relieved that there should be no imperial troops to the south.
As long as you move fast enough, you won't be afraid even if someone is following you.
He has no intention of returning to the military camp!
Tubalu was so abominable that he suddenly launched a sneak attack on the elite with a shell gun.
Otherwise, even if he is in the Eighth Route Army, his unit cannot be completely wiped out with bare hands!
He knows very well that according to the rules, he must bear this responsibility!
Tubalu may not even know that the imperial army they killed... was the elite of the imperial army's elite.
Takahashi forced himself to calm down.
It's very painful to cut your belly...
There shouldn't be any problem if you refuse to commit seppuku and survive...but the consequences of that will be serious, and you will be unable to hold your head up for the rest of your life, including the Takahashi family.
With a higher education, he would not be deceived by military propaganda like those low-level soldiers from peasant families.
All that bullshit spirit is useless!
Be loyal to Tian Huang? Do you really think that someone who has inherited the Takahashi family for nearly a thousand years is a fool?
Now go back...must commit seppuku.
Otherwise, the family will definitely send someone to commit hara-kiri!
Haha, the family has long secretly pointed out the third way to the children who joined the army!
Report yourself dead in action, and then return to your country with a different identity!
Those identities have been arranged long ago, just waiting for the children of the family who encounter difficulties to use them.
However, it doesn't matter that you won't be able to show your true identity to others for the rest of your life. The worst thing you can do is go back and be a guardian for the rest of your life...
Of course, committing seppuku is absolutely forbidden, so he plans to find his cousin who owns a trading firm in the city and continue living under a different identity.
And then wait until this damn war is over.
Only by living can there be hope.
Even a noble person like him was forced to participate in the war. The defeat of the imperial army was bound to happen sooner or later.
As for those lunatics in the military, they dare to start a war on the whole world, and they really think they are invincible...
It stopped for almost half an hour.
Carefully looking back, I didn't see anything unusual at all.
Above the cliff above the high bridge.
Li Laoba was holding a branch full of branches and leaves to cover his face. He carefully poked his head out and glanced at the looming Takahashi below.
This guy's vigilance is really high. If he hadn't been quick in his movements, he would have been discovered by him long ago.
The veteran next to him asked: "Hey... I said, the Japanese army is clearly in the east, but this guy just ran to the south, and the mountains are full of Japanese soldiers, so why not kill him...
Li Laoba shook his head: "Wuliang...he is a god...why are you so anxious? Maybe the advancing team is not in the east valley..."
"Could it be that he guessed that someone was following him and ran south on purpose?"
"Do you think he is afraid that we will follow him?"
The veteran was suddenly startled: "No, I think this guy is going to run away!"
"What?"
"I heard... if a Japanese commander fails in commanding a battle on the battlefield, or fails to complete his mission, he will have his stomach cut open with a knife when he returns..."
Li Laoba was startled: "Wuliang...Grandma, I believe you, you idiot! How can a little devil be so stupid? Are you trying to deceive me again?"
"Forget it...I won't tell you this ignorant bald ass..."
"What you said is wrong...Monks are called Bald Donkeys...Taoist priests should be called..." Li Laoba suddenly stopped here.
"What's it called?"
"Real person..."
"Then...what does Niubi Trail mean?"
Li Laoba, who was holding the branch and looking down again, suddenly retracted his head and lowered his voice: "Stop talking, that guy seems to be running away..."
Veteran Youzi pinched the branch and looked around, then he looked back and thought: "It's been almost an hour. This guy seems to be waiting for something..."
"Who is he waiting for?"
The veteran suddenly jumped up: "No, the legend is unreliable, this guy is going to be a deserter..."
"What do you mean?"
"He is waiting to see if any messengers appear on the road to determine whether there is a team to the south..."
"I don't understand..."
"You teach me kung fu and I'll tell you..."
"Infinite Heavenly Lord...save the world, of course there is no problem..."
"I asked, why don't others recite Tianzun, but you keep reciting it all the time?"
"I am a poor man who is dedicated to doing good..."
"The monk only said to be devoted to good deeds..."
"Tan Yue has deep roots of wisdom..."
"roll..."
...
Zhang Weimin and his team had been running all day and night.
The team is climbing up the mountain ridge.
The leading soldier wiped his sweat and moved with difficulty along the footprints left on the mountain road.
As we were approaching the top of the mountain, a voice suddenly came from the bushes: "Stop, raise your hands immediately..."
The soldier was stunned for a moment.
boom...
A bullet hit his feet, and a puff of dust flew out...
"Three...two...one..."
The stunned guard quickly raised his hand: "Don't shoot, everyone is on your own?"
The two pointed soldiers under Gao Yidao stood up from the bushes.
One raised a rifle and warned: "Who is one of your own?
"If I hadn't looked at your dog-skin, I would have shot you twice...number?" Another man cursed and stepped forward quickly, tearing off the rifle from the leading soldier of the friendly army.
There is not just one friendly leader.
The man hiding behind immediately lay down low, revealing his helmet and holding a submachine gun in his hand: "Don't move, I will kill anyone who moves..."
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