The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

A devil soldier Cao wiped the blood from the bayonet on the dead guerrilla officers and soldiers, his face full of disdain.

"Anyone who opposes our Great Japanese Imperial Army will end badly!"

A devil pointed a gun at the guerrilla officers and soldiers fleeing in the distance, and pulled the trigger as he spoke.

"puff!"

The dull sound of bullets piercing the flesh sounded, and the running guerrilla officers and soldiers staggered, and after running a few steps, they fell straight down.

These groups of devils seemed to be playing instead of chasing them. They calmly shot and killed the fleeing guerrilla officers and soldiers.

The officers and soldiers belonging to the third detachment of the guerrilla column are complex, including regular army soldiers stranded behind the enemy, as well as members of the original local security regiment...

They were originally mixed into a guerrilla detachment, and they were fine on weekdays, and they could show some strength under the command of an officer.

But at this moment, the army is defeated like a mountain. The sacrifices of the officers, those who ran away, and those who were captured were captured. They are like headless flies. There is no courage to turn back and fight, and all they can do is run for their lives. up.

They are a microcosm of the guerrilla troops sent by the Chongqing side to fight guerrillas behind the enemy lines. They are used to fighting frontally.

Facing the absolute superiority of the Japanese army, these guerrilla officers and soldiers guarding the towns behind the enemy will naturally be defeated one by one, so that the nearly one million Chinese officers and soldiers sent to the enemy's rear will be exhausted in just a few years.

If it's on the frontal battlefield, it's okay for them to fight for every inch of ground with the devils. After all, there are many troops fighting together, with a unified command system and logistics system.

However, in the enemy-occupied areas behind the enemy, they are distributed in various towns and counties, and they are still fighting positional warfare. Without support, they will inevitably fail.

But now the Chinese army has several army groups behind the enemy lines, and each operation requires a whole battalion. Officers and soldiers have not yet adapted to real guerrilla warfare.

The pursuit troops of the devils and the puppet army were chasing all over the mountains and plains, while the disgraced Zhang Liechen and the others ran for their lives in haste.

"Catch up! I want to live and die!"

Zhang Laizi, the battalion commander of the puppet army, was so exhausted that he was out of breath, but the guerrillas had already failed at this moment, so he still had scruples, and those who led the puppet army to pursue were more fierce than the devils.

Most of these puppet troops are local idlers and bullies, and those who are greedy for life and fear of death. How could they let go of this good opportunity to make meritorious deeds at this moment.

Zhang Liechen, the acting leader of the third guerrilla detachment, was shot through his calf, blood soaked his trousers, he was carried on his back, and under the cover of a group of officers and soldiers, he fled in panic.

Gunshots kept coming from behind. Fortunately, they were familiar with the local terrain and ran out for more than ten miles. With the help of the cover of reeds, they got rid of the pursuers.

They hadn't stopped since they broke through from Qinghe Town, their legs were as heavy as lead. Seeing that the gunshots were far away, they found a forest to stop and rest.

Although the escaped pursuers broke out alive, but after counting the number of people, the third guerrilla detachment with nearly a thousand people, in just a few hours, there were less than 200 people left, and the life and death of the others were unknown.

And these people who broke out were also covered in mud and gunpowder smoke, bloodstained and looked quite embarrassed, limp on the ground, where there was still half of the fighting power.

The third guerrilla detachment, which was originally strong and strong, has now turned into this miserable appearance. Zhang Liechen's face is ashen. He has lost the stronghold of Qinghe Town. The loss is so heavy. How can he face the chief of the ninth guerrilla column without being shot It's no wonder.

These guerrilla detachments have all divided their own guerrilla areas, and he would not be able to save face if he was asked to go to a friendly detachment, and even if he went, he would be considered a hostage, and he would not be reconciled.

Zhang Liechen, who was still high-spirited a few hours ago, suddenly realized that there was no place for himself in the huge enemy rear.

"Sir, what shall we do?"

The fight was so miserable now, not only did they run out of ammunition, but because of the urgency of breaking out, they didn't bring anything. At this moment, the officers and soldiers who were hungry, tired, and scarred were extremely confused.

Zhang Liechen also didn't know where to go now, the soldiers were gone, the town was lost, and he didn't dare to go to the officer.

"Either, or we surrender..."

Seeing the hesitant Zhang Liechen, a platoon leader made such a suggestion in frustration.

After all, people need to eat and drink. Now that they have been kicked out of the town, they have no place to stand. If they work like this, they will starve to death if they are not discovered by the puppet army.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

When the other platoon leader heard the suggestion of surrender, he flew into a rage and rushed over to slap him.

"It's not like you don't know that we have a blood feud with the little devil. You actually want to be a traitor. I won't kill you!"

The platoon leader with an angry face threw the platoon leader who made the suggestion to the ground, waved his fist and smashed it down.

Naturally, the platoon leader who made the suggestion would not just be beaten in vain, and roared angrily: "I am also doing it for the sake of my brothers, and I can still find a way to survive by surrendering! We have nowhere to go now, and we can't just starve to death here Here, wounded brethren, they have no medicine and will die!"

"I don't care what your reason is, if you want to be a traitor!"

The two blood-stained platoon leaders wrestled together angrily, while the people around them hung their heads, and they didn't even have the strength to persuade them to fight. They all looked at Zhang Liechen, waiting for him to make up his mind.

"Enough! Stop it for me!"

Zhang Liechen's leg hurt so much that he grinned. At this time of distraught, the people in the team were not united, which made him very angry.

Although he lost the battle, Zhang Liechen still had a sliver of prestige after all, he shouted coldly, and the two people who were wrestling with each other separated unconvinced.

"Although I, Zhang Liechen, are down and out now, I am a Chinese. Even if I die, I will not be a dog for the devils! If anyone dares to surrender again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Zhang Liechen had spoken, and those who had these thoughts had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​surrender. After all, they knew that Zhang Liechen always said what he said.

"Captain, where shall we go next?"

Since they can't surrender, the real problem has come. Now that their nests have been taken away, where to go has become a problem.

Zhang Liechen also frowned, he was stunned for a while and said: "Go to Xiaowangzhuang to settle down first, and then make plans."

I can't go back to the town, so I can only go to the countryside to avoid the sharp edge of the devil soldiers.

Text Chapter 723 Traitor

At dusk, Zhang Liechen and his group of ragged and defeated soldiers arrived at Xiaowangzhuang in the countryside, and they finally found a place to stay due to their scars.

Xiaowangzhuang is located in a hilly area, with fields on three sides, and a stretch of swampland on the other side to the west, with only a few dozen households.

More than 200 guerrilla officers and soldiers who had been defeated lived in the Zhuangzi, and the Zhuangzi, which was originally small, was packed to the brim and became noisy.

The injured acting detachment leader was disheartened at the moment, and he didn't have the heart to take care of the soldiers under him, so he took a few officers to live in the compound of rich man Liu in the village.

"Hey, isn't this Chief Zhang? If there is a mistake, please forgive me."

As soon as Zhang Liechen and the others entered the yard, the owner of the yard, Liu Liang, greeted him with a smile all over his face. Seeing the bruised Zhang Liechen, they were also taken aback. Did they lose the battle?

Liu Liang knew Zhang Liechen and the others. After all, their little Wangzhuang was under the jurisdiction of Qinghe Town, and he had even visited this Chief Zhang in the town.

"I don't want to go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. Qinghe Town has been taken away by devils. Let's stay with you for a few days. Please forgive me for disturbing you..."

Although Zhang Liechen was injured and looked weak, he was considered an orthodox military officer after all, and he spoke with dignity.

In the past, Zhang Liechen wouldn't have looked up to a wealthy rural landowner like Liu Liang, but now the situation is stronger than others, so he can only settle here temporarily and find a way out.

"Mr. Zhang, what are you talking about? It's too late for me to welcome you. Mr. Zhang, please come inside—" Liu Liang was taken aback for a moment, and then warmly greeted Zhang Liechen and the others to enter the room.