In the morning, the sun was already warming.
Originally, a small mountain village that even salesmen rarely visited was already bustling with people. The 145th Regiment of the 25th Division, which had withdrawn from Gubeikou, was temporarily stationed here.
"Liu Debiao, wait for me." A person shouted from behind.
When the man named Liu Debiao turned around, he saw seven or eight people coming from behind, and he knew the leader. That man was Wang Wu, the platoon leader of another company, and his fellow villager.
"What happened last night?" Wang Wu caught up with Liu Debiao and asked.
"Ah." Liu Debiao responded, "When our regiment retreated last night, a group of Northeastern Army men followed behind."
Liu Debiao and Wang Wu were fellow villagers and not in the same company. Although one was a platoon leader and the other was a soldier, their personal relationship was fine.
"From the Northeastern Army? Were there people from the Northeastern Army around when we were fighting? Why didn't I see them? Didn't they even change their numbers?" Wang Wu asked in surprise.
"Yes, you don't know. I was right in front of them when I asked them yesterday." Liu Debiao explained, "They just ran back from the defeated battle in Rehe. The entire army organization was disrupted. How could there be any What's the matter of changing the number? I heard that a brigade was directly established, but now it doesn't even have a number."
"A bunch of miscellaneous troops who lost the battle." Wang Wu understood after hearing this, okay, and the faces of the soldiers who followed him also showed disdain.
Their 145th regiment belongs to the 17th Army, which is an elite unit of the Central Army. As soldiers of the elite unit, Wang Wu and others certainly have reason to despise the Northeastern Army, not to mention that what they despise is the Northeastern Army in Rehe, which has many heavy smokers.
The Northeastern Army is a miscellaneous army to begin with, and the Northeastern Army in Rehe can be said to have the worst combat effectiveness among the entire Northeastern Army. Who told them that the chief officer of the Northeastern Army in Rehe, the Chairman of Rehe Province, let the common people sow smoke and become soldiers? There are also many people who smoke cigarettes.
How could Liu Debiao have thought that Shang Zhen and the others had been separated from the main force not long after the September 18th Incident but fought all the way back.
"What are you going to do?" Wang Wu asked again.
"The regiment leader who joined our company just now said that since they also beat up the little Japanese, he would also let them have a full meal." Liu Debiao explained.
"After fighting like that, how can I have the nerve to eat?" Wang Wu scolded.
He was completely unaware that not only the Northeastern Army had lost the battle, but their 25th Division had also lost the battle this time.
As far as the current situation is concerned, Japan is small but strong, while China is large but weak.
The war is not just about who has the largest population. Japan has become a quasi-industrialized country. To paraphrase a later saying, the Japanese army’s current aircraft, artillery, tanks, and warships are actually a dimensionality reduction strike against the Chinese army.
But who cares about the soldiers? As far as China is concerned today, any army that has not participated in the Anti-Japanese War or has participated in the Anti-Japanese War is qualified to despise the Northeastern Army. Who told the whole world that the Northeastern Army would not fight without a fight? What about those who returned?
"Hey, you can say this as a platoon leader, but I can't." Liu Debiao smiled, but he did not scold along with Wang Wu, even though he could not think highly of the Northeast Army.
"By the way, your company commander was also killed this time. Now that you can be the company commander, you will be a full-fledged commander from now on. I have to congratulate Commander Wang first." Liu Debiao added while looking around.
"Why don't we still look like that? Even though we are better than your company, there is only one platoon left." Wang Wuyan said insincerely.
That Liu Debiao laughed. Others didn't understand Wang Wu, but he understood Wang Wu. Wang Wu was a fan of officials.
And where did he see it? Before he came to the Northeast this time, he had a drink with Wang Wu. At the wine table, Wang Wujing said that their company commander was no longer good.
Liu Debiao still understands simple human relations, so how can someone who doesn't want to be a company commander belittle his own company commander in private?
So Liu Debiao said again: "You can't say that. Our regiment has suffered so many casualties this time and must be withdrawn. As soon as the new soldiers come in, won't your company be full?"
When Wang Wu heard what Liu Debiao said, he chuckled twice. It was obvious that Liu Debiao was right about what he was thinking.
But just when Wang Wugang was about to say something more, the two of them suddenly heard a woman's scream not far away!
Um? What's going on?
This is just a mountain village, with dozens of families originally. Although their group suffered heavy casualties, there are only a few hundred people left. Why are there still women screaming? Liu Debiao and Wang Wu glanced at each other and headed there. Run where the sound comes from.
And when the two of them and the soldiers ran around a farmhouse, they saw a country woman covering her mouth with her hand, but in front of her was a stack of firewood.
It's just that the pile of firewood was already very messy, as if it had been knocked down by an old sow in the countryside, but a pair of legs was exposed under the pile of firewood!
"Japanese?" Wang Wu was surprised and instinctively reached out to touch the gun.
They had just arrived at the small village behind Nantianmen last night. At this time, there were no officers and soldiers without guns, and he was a platoon leader, and he also had a cannon hanging on his waist.
Why did Wang Wu want to touch the gun? It was just because he saw that the feet of the man sticking out from under the firewood were wearing Japanese army's big-toe shoes, and the pants were also khaki.
Isn't this the standard equipment of Japanese soldiers?
"What's going on?" At this moment, a man from the other side of the firewood pile turned over and was rubbing his sleepy eyes with his hand.
Wang Wu looked at this man again, who was in his forties, but he was a Chinese soldier.
He was wearing a tattered military uniform. The cotton in the uniform was exposed. It had been smoked black by the flames of war, and there were several black stains on his body. To a discerning eye, they looked like dried blood. .
"Are you from the Northeast Army group last night?" At this time, Liu Debiao opened his mouth and asked.
"Yes, what's wrong?" The man in his forties, who couldn't tell whether he was a soldier or an officer, replied.
While he was talking, he heard the rustling sound of firewood, and there were soldiers crawling out from the other side of the haystack.
Seeing this situation, Liu Debiao understood what was going on.
Last night, the 145th Regiment walked more than 30 miles overnight and passed the Nantianmen, and the Nantianmen was already defended by the 2nd Division, also of the 17th Army.
Naturally, the 25th Division, where the 145th Regiment was located, no longer had to fight the Japanese army, so they could rest in this small village and then go back south to rest.
It was a wild night, and this small village was not big. Even if we kicked out all the people in the village, there wouldn't be enough room for them to sleep, so all the ministries were sleeping randomly in various places.
These Northeastern Army men fell in love with the family's firewood pile, so they dismantled the family's firewood pile and went to sleep immediately.
So this guy with his legs exposed from the firewood pile may not be wearing a Japanese military uniform, but it must be from the Northeastern Army.
When that group of Northeastern troops caught up, they were directly attacked with guns by those in the rear. After being illuminated by fire, the regiment leader personally interrogated them before confirming their identities.
Liu Debiao was also present at that time. He saw some of the Northeastern troops wearing Japanese military uniforms.
That group of Northeastern Army men said they ran back from the flank position after disguising themselves as Japanese soldiers.
But how could that country girl know what was going on, so she screamed like this when she saw her own firewood pile being leveled?
At this time, Liu Debiao figured it out, and Wang Wu had almost guessed it.
As soon as Wang Wu's eyes glanced at the Northeast Army soldiers who were digging out of the firewood pile, his face turned pale.
A miscellaneous army is a miscellaneous army. If you look at each one of them, they look like they have been ambushed by a defeated army. How can they have the energy to be a soldier?
At this time, he saw that the guy in the Japanese military uniform was still "pretending to be dead" under the firewood. He was so angry that he went up and kicked the guy's calf, and cursed: "What kind of military discipline is this? Give it to me." stand up!"
But with his kick, the expressions on the faces of the Northeastern Army soldiers who had come out were a bit wrong.
Perhaps in their view, when we come back from fighting the Japanese, we just sleep on the people's firewood piles. Why are you kicking them?
The soldiers of the Northeast Army wanted to come up, but they were fooled by a young soldier again.
At this time, Wang Wudu kicked the man in military uniform, and naturally the man couldn't sleep.
Then the chatter started again, and the man turned over and sat up, muttering, "This is so damn gah, I won't let you sleep anymore!"
If he sat up from under the firewood, it would be fine if there was a lot of grass roots and grass foam on his head and face, but because of his appearance, he was so frightened that the country woman who was still at a loss next to him said "Ouch" "A scream!
