Captain Pei looked serious.
Bian continued to break roads, lay mines and shoot black guns, successfully delaying the Japanese march south.
But the Japanese and puppet troops reacted, and the heavy firepower from the armored vehicles' light and heavy machine guns and the puppet army's rifles made it impossible for the soldiers in the green gauze tent to raise their heads.
The soldiers hiding in the green gauze and firing black guns began to suffer casualties.
Moreover, as time goes by, the casualties gradually increase.
In just half an hour, more than ten soldiers died, and more than 30 casualties were seriously injured and unable to move.
The old Chinese medicine doctors who accompanied the team had no other options except bandaging the wounded and applying herbal medicine to the wounds.
Injuries to arms and legs are not a big problem as long as the blood vessels are not broken.
But after being injured in the summer, infection became the biggest threat to the soldiers.
No one knows whether he can survive it.
A large group of Japanese reinforcements heading south was unexpectedly blocked by a small group of Tubal soldiers.
It was too risky to continue marching in the dark, so the Japanese captain decided not to rely on armored vehicles or cars.
He believed that it was impossible for Tubal Road to set up large-scale ambushes on all roads in the plains.
Immediately ask one of his squadron leaders to escort the heavily loaded vehicles and armored vehicles to take a detour.
The other Japanese and puppet troops only carried guns and additional ammunition, and all ran forward.
As a result, the efforts to dig trenches and cut off the Tubal Road were in vain.
Using the little trick of hiding in the green gauze tent to create an ambush, the imperial army led by the puppet troops would no longer suffer losses.
The sound of dense footsteps sounded on the road, and the torch-bearing puppet army marched southward.
The Imperial Army Brigade was behind, and the pseudo-regiment leader, who was forced to be the vanguard by rifles and machine guns, had no choice but to order his men to run ahead and act as cannon fodder.
Being able to be the leader of a group, he naturally has a few brushes. As he jogged, he told the adjutant: "Hurry up and explain carefully to the brothers. Before the Eighth Route Army has fired, no one should shoot blindly into the green gauze tent."
The adjutant was worried: "If we step on the landmines planted by the Eighth Route Army, we will still have brothers with broken legs and arms."
"It's unfortunate. Don't you know how to let them take the road?" The pseudo-regiment leader immediately gave instructions: "The Eighth Route is short of supplies, so it is impossible to lay landmines all over the road."
The guard platoon leader next to him rolled his eyes and lowered his voice: "Captain, how about we send two brothers to discuss with Tubal Road?"
"How to discuss?" The puppet leader did not get angry. It is not easy to be a puppet army because they have family members and roots.
"Think about it, let's give the devil a heads-up. The ones who were hurt the most are our brothers, and the ones who died the most are also our brothers. Moreover, this time we followed the devils and beat up the Eight Route Army, and those Eight Route Army will use their usual method: settling accounts after the fall. .”
"Since you're bringing this up, do you have any good ideas?"
"I think it's safer to have two boats these days. Give them some bullets, what do you think?"
"Then you take the two brothers over and tell them not to attack me, or else I will be violent and I will be scared!"
"Captain, don't worry, I promise to complete the mission!" The pseudo-guard platoon leader immediately prepared to arrange people to work.
The adjutant's mind was spinning quickly and he quickly added: "Also, let some of the brothers enter the Qingsha Tent later."
"Why?"
The adjutant looked cautious: "You are stupid. If we are the vanguard and all brothers are intact and no one is reduced, how can we explain to the imperial army?"
Pseudo regimental leader: "Yes, the Japanese have military police and military doctors. If we have only one corpse and no wounded, we can't hide this."
The pseudo-guard platoon leader thought of a way out: "At worst, I'll ask the brothers to drill a few holes in their arms and legs."
The adjutant had already thought of a solution: "Hey, I have a good idea."
The pseudo-captain stopped and said, "If you fart, let it go."
"Just ask a few trustworthy brothers to go to the Eighth Route and bring their wounded people into different clothes."
"High, really high!" The pseudo-regiment leader immediately looked at his subordinates with admiration and said in a sarcastic tone: "It seems that you usually deal with the Eighth Route Army."
The adjutant who usually hung out with the regiment leader didn't care: "From what you said, the regiment leader teaches well on weekdays."
The guard platoon leader nearby was used to this scene.
He quickly dispatched more than 20 close confidants, and after the pseudo-captain deliberately concealed his explanation, he quickly got into the gauze tent.
The long-distance march is a test for these puppet troops who usually have lax training.
The conversation between the leader and his confidants will naturally not be spread everywhere.
Ordinary puppet soldiers are still on tenterhooks.
Because when walking on the road at night, you may get shot by a gunman, or your legs may be blown off by landmines.
Some smart people left the team directly and went into the green gauze tent to become deserters.
The idea is similar to that of the pseudo-captain.
The guard platoon leader quickly rushed to the front line.
Tuba Road on both sides of the road still keeps throwing grenades on the road.
Even the sound of landmine explosions was heard every now and then.
The guard platoon leader immediately ordered everyone to get down and fight back, and gunfire rang out from time to time.
The exchange of fire between the two sides was extremely fierce.
Moreover, the puppet troops carried the wounded back from time to time
The Japanese captain behind him was in a restless mood.
Unfortunately, the progress is very slow, slightly faster than a snail.
Fortunately, those coming from Tubal Road must be the main force, and the sound of gunshots and bullets whizzing could be heard endlessly.
Along the way, I saw more than ten corpses of the Imperial Association Army lying on the roadside.
There seemed to be more than 20 injured people on the roadside in front.
Fortunately, the imperial army suffered no losses.
I thought that the Imperial Alliance Army was quite brave in fighting.
Unable to depress their hearts, they immediately ordered military doctors to treat him and reward the fallen Imperial Army soldiers after they returned.
It seemed inappropriate to think of the rule set by the headquarters that the Imperial Army should not carry more than thirty ammunition.
He once again ordered his men to replenish ammunition for the Imperial Army in front.
Japanese military doctors squatted on the side of the road and performed operations on the injured Imperial Army soldiers.
The team is still moving forward, and the surgical operations are naturally not as detailed as those performed on the Japanese.
Let a few Imperial Army soldiers help suppress the struggling wounded.
The scalpel opened the wound casually, and the cameraman directly pulled the shrapnel out.
Little devil, I'm going to fuck your grandma. The wounded man yelled.
The Japanese military doctor is well-informed, and of course he can understand the meaning of the little Japanese in the mouth of the wounded.
He didn't think about anything else, he just smiled mischievously, stretched out his hand and pressed on the wound until the wounded man rolled his eyes.
Then he pulled out the bandage and wrapped it quickly.
Follow to the next one.
This surgery is quite easy. It doesn't need to be like surgery on Imperial Army soldiers, and you also need to consider the feelings of the wounded.
You might even get beaten by the wounded
The Japanese team did not stop advancing.
Soon, the wounded lying on the ground could only see the backs of the Japanese rear team.
Several dark figures emerged from the green gauze tent beside the road.
The wounded who were placed on stretchers on the road were carried into the green gauze tent.
As soon as the wounded man woke up, he heard the familiar humming sound of the wounded man behind him, and suddenly asked: "Gouzi, can you stop humming?"
Gouzi stopped humming and answered: "Brother Manniu, did you think he was a Japanese soldier who just performed surgery on us?"
"Haha, you still call him a Japanese brat."
The puppet soldier following behind answered: "That little devil is at least thirty years old, and his grandma is seventy years old and gray-haired. How can you do this?"
"What's your surname, brother?" The wounded man may have forgotten the pain, or he may be numb from the pain and no longer groan.
"We meet each other by chance and part ways in a blink of an eye. Why bother asking for names?" How dare the puppet soldiers tell each other their real names.
The wounded man said angrily: "When a man enters the world, he will not change his surname in work, and he will not change his name in office."
"No, no, no, no. After we say goodbye this time, I will walk on my single-plank bridge and you will walk on your Yangguan Road. Don't say you know me when you see me in the future."
"I said, it would be great for you to follow us and fight the Japanese. Do you have to be a puppet soldier and have your spine stabbed?"
"Don't talk nonsense. You've been a member of the Eighth Route Army for so long, but you haven't seen your family live well, and they were beaten so badly by the imperial army."
"Let the Japanese be used as cannon fodder, as if your life is not miserable!"
"It's not easy to live these days, and it's even harder to live."
"I can't tell, but what you say is pretty good."
(End of chapter)
