The Eighth Route Army in the courtyard fought back tenaciously.
Cangzhou Yihu had already given up and shouted loudly: "Throw a grenade and kill those mud-legged people."
Boom boom boom.
Smoke billowed out from the doors and windows of the house.
In the cellar.
The violent shaking on the top of his head woke up He Gensheng, who was lying in a coma in the cellar.
He subconsciously covered the back of his head and was about to moan when a pair of big hands covered his mouth: "Don't make any sound!"
He Gensheng was a little confused. From the pain in his voice, he could tell that he was a seriously injured person whose abdomen was torn open by shrapnel.
"Where are we?"
"In the cellar." Another voice came from the darkness.
"Before you came over, the squad leader threw us into the cellar, causing my wound to stretch even after it was stitched. When I get out, I will definitely settle the score with him." The man with the wound on his thigh, which was more than a foot long, spoke without pause.
"Let me see where it's stretched," He Gensheng said.
The explosions finally stopped, but my ears were still ringing.
Before the smoke cleared, Cangzhou Yihu ordered his men to go into the yard to clean the battlefield, and took away the shelled rifle that fell in the hands of the Eighth Route Army at the base of the wall. Some bandit soldiers carried away the bodies of the dead bandit soldiers in the yard.
The bandits were all experts at robbing things. After a loud roar, they ran northward within a few minutes.
In the cellar.
He Gensheng pulled out the bandage he brought with him and bandaged the wounded man's wound.
Except for the sound of breathing, the cellar was quiet.
Suddenly, there seemed to be gunshots ringing overhead.
The gunshots were getting closer and closer, and becoming more and more sparse.
After a while, the gunfire finally disappeared completely.
The air in the cellar was murky.
The breathing of more than a dozen people gradually became rapid.
The gunfire stopped completely.
There was no movement in the room above.
The wounded were in a state of confusion.
I was praying in my heart, praying that the wounded who stayed in the village would lift the wooden board above their heads and say, "We are victorious!"
"There are many people in the yard!" A wounded man put his ear against the earthen wall of the cellar, listening to the subtle footsteps.
No one dared to stand up rashly and lift the wooden board above their heads.
Dawn, smoke, blood, tragedy
A voice cried outside the hospital, shouting feebly: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
The voice floated into the yard, followed by a loud call: "Company Commander, there are more here"
"Where?" Luo Fugui's angry voice spread: "Alive?"
"One, two, and thirty-eight company commanders, the eighteen corpses are all our wounded."
"Grandma, have you seen He Gensheng?"
"I guess that's his cowhide medicine box in the house." The soldier raised his finger and pointed to the house whose roof was blown down. A Japanese-style medicine box at the door that was crushed by the beams had a white circle and a red cross on it.
The soldier pointing at the box couldn't help shouting: "Wow"
The roof collapsed, crushing the cellar.
The sounds of conversations in the yard did not reach the cellar.
At the entrance of the village, the correspondent wiped his eyes red from crying: "Report to the battalion commander, there are more than a hundred wounded in the village, and currently, no one has been spared!"
Luo Fugui and his soldiers had almost turned the village upside down.
The corpses of countless wounded were carried to the entrance of the village to dry out food.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
, appearing next to the fire at the mouth of the well. But there were still screams coming from time to time in the village, which made Hu Yi a little puzzled. Finally, the soldier who was silently covering the body of his comrade with a white cloth heard a banging sound in the room.
"There is a cellar!" A soldier wiped away tears and rushed into the ruins frantically.
It’s hard to say whether there are good people in troubled times.
Lao Liu had no intention of reminiscing with Zhang Xiaodao: "We and you, the Eighth Route Army, have always been in harmony with each other, and we must be merciful and merciful!"
Zhang Xiaodao hesitated for a long time: "You show up here in the middle of the night, you have to say something, right?"
"Everyone is his own master. If you have the ability, stab me in the chest now!"
A darkness rushed over, whispering next to Pu Buhuan's ear.
Pu Buhuan easily pulled the rifle from the hands of the soldiers next to him, took out the bayonet and put it on with a click.
With a pop, the bayonet pierced Lao Liu's abdomen: "Do you really think I don't dare to stab you?"
Zhang Xiaodao stared dumbfounded at Lao Liu who was lying on the ground struggling.
Another bayonet stabbed into Lao Liu's lower back. Lao Liu's eyes were full of disbelief.
He took his last breath with his eyes wide open.
No sound.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Xiaodao's face was filled with anger. He drew out his shell gun and pointed it at Bu Huan.
There was a crashing sound, and more than ten rifles were all pointed at Zhang Xiaodao.
"Half an hour ago, one hundred and eighty-two wounded soldiers of the Ninth Battalion were killed!" Pu Buhuan looked gloomy: "If I hadn't seen you with the man named Yang, I would have stabbed you together!"
"Why?" Zhang Xiaodao's index finger slowly pressed the trigger.
"The bastards on the Cangzhou Road sneak attack on the wounded soldiers' village! We sent wounded No. 216 to the rear, and thirty-four survived!"
Plop.
The old eldest brother made a sneak attack on the Ninth Battalion Wounded Soldiers Village?
Zhang Xiaodao's mind was buzzing, he raised his arm and lowered the shell gun in his hand.
The index finger slowly relaxed, and he felt the strength in his legs. He Guan was so angry that he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
Looking at the corpses on the ground on the grain drying ground, Xiao Hongying was trembling in her heart and her eyebrows were knitted together.
Judging from the appearance, she was on the verge of breaking out.
No matter who it was, the team that had finally gathered together was attacked by bandits and suffered heavy casualties!
This matter is definitely not over!
Except for He Gensheng who was buried in the cellar and the dozen or so wounded, all died.
Although most of them are new recruits.
But those few skeleton veterans lying on the ground can support each platoon at any time as long as there are people!
The soldiers digging the hole next to him came over to lift people up, and Xiao Hongying finally returned to normal from the extremely angry and sluggish state.
He raised the rifle in his hand and prepared to fire a shot to see off the fallen soldiers.
"Stop!" Li Xiang, who had been standing next to the girl, was so tired that he could only open his eyes occasionally. When he saw the girl raising the gun, he quickly grabbed the rifle and said, "The Japs are not far away, waiting to restrain the body, and then we can leave."
"I can't swallow this breath"
"We'll wait until the battalion commander's eye injury heals before we can talk about anything."
The bodies were carried one by one into the large pit dug in the east of the village.
The pit was surrounded by soldiers with flat chests and military salutes, their arms wrapped in black cloth and their military caps tucked under their arms.
Eyes full of tears.
In the green gauze tent, there was the sound of messy footsteps.
The leading soldiers cleared the way, followed by a large number of people.
Cangzhou Yihu, who was walking in front of the team, whose real name was Zhao Haichen, was originally a guerrilla member of the Northern Anti-Japanese Alliance and was well versed in the guerrilla tactics of the anti-Japanese forces.
Unable to bear the pain of being chased by the Japs all day long in the ice, moon and snow in the north, he left the team and secretly returned to his hometown to join County Magistrate Wang.
He originally planned to find the Eighth Route Army and join the army again, but he didn't expect that the Eighth Route Army didn't pay much attention to him when he came back from the north, and even wanted to investigate his past.
In anger, he left the Eighth Route Army again and found connections to join the county security brigade.
After several raids, his many years of battlefield experience came to the fore and attracted the attention of County Magistrate Wang.
Originally, County Magistrate Wang had no plans to reuse this outsider.
Later, when the Eighth Route Army came calling, he planned to use cash to prepare a hidden move to leave an escape route.
He was looking for candidates and preparing to secretly recruit a team that would directly take orders from him.
Suddenly it occurred to me that Zhao Haichen would fight guerrillas. Wouldn't he feel sleepy and meet the pillow?
With the care of County Magistrate Wang, Zhao Haichen quickly became successful in the security brigade.
He has been promoted to the position of captain of the fifth squadron of the security brigade.
"Get rich!" A bandit soldier looked at the well-maintained shell gun in his hand and couldn't put it down.
"I didn't expect that the wounded on Tubal Road would have so many good guns!"
"If it weren't for the fact that most of the Eighth Route Army was wounded, it would have been difficult for us to succeed."
"Shit, if it wasn't for Cangzhou Dao to take the blame, a bag of arsenic would have done the trick."
Zhao Haichen looked proud: "Hey, Tubalu is nothing, I can destroy his entire group by myself!"
The subordinate smiled flatteringly: "Brother Cangzhou Yihu is not calling for nothing!"
"Our eldest brother is a hero. I think a few days ago, we killed more than a hundred Eighth Route guerrillas in a sneak attack. This time we killed almost 200 more." There is no shame in flattering your eldest brother.
"As long as these bad guys are killed, this area of the canal will be our brother Wang's territory from now on. Whoever's woman he likes will be the best."
Snapped.
"Brother." The speaker covered his face and knelt down directly, with a horrified look on his face: "I was wrong, brother, please spare me, I don't dare to do it anymore."
"Do you still remember what I said? Those who commit adultery will die!" Zhao Haichen's proud smile suddenly darkened.
"I'm just saying, I've never been strong, and I just visit the brothels on weekdays."
"Break off a finger!" Zhao Haichen pulled out a sharp short knife and looked around: "Listen carefully, if anyone can't control that guy in his crotch, I'll cut it off for him."
(End of chapter)
