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

Many of these devil infantrymen couldn't swim, and the rainwater on their cotton coats became extremely heavy. Many of the devils who were exhausted fell into the river and drowned alive in this night of fleeing for their lives.

The Pingshan Brigade has been defeated across the board, and the desperate Brigade Captain Ping Shanjing has tasted the taste of failure. He is sitting in a farmyard in Daqiao Village in disgrace at the moment, feeling very annoyed.

If he was able to fight steadily all the way during the day, even if the Chinese troops of the Northern Subei Corps could fight, it would be almost impossible to eat his entire team.

However, he was irritated by the blocking of the Chinese army layer by layer, and he directly pressed the whole line, deployed all the troops, and did not leave any reserve team.

When the two sides were in hand-to-hand combat, he still wanted to crush the opponent with absolute strength, but the opponent's combat power was too tenacious, and the way of fighting with life and death caused them heavy losses. Thinking of those Chinese officers and soldiers who rushed up with grenades, everyone The corner of Captain Hirayama Takashi's mouth twitched, with lingering fear in his heart.

Facing the style of play of the Chinese officers and soldiers, it is impossible for the devils to distance themselves. The two sides have already stuck together in a melee.

Captain Hirayama still overestimated the combat effectiveness of his troops. This group of soldiers and supplementary soldiers was no longer the brave Japanese imperial army. They were worse than the security division. a notch.

It was the underestimation of the enemy all the way that led to the current disastrous defeat. Hearing the wailing and pain of the wounded soldiers who were leaning against the fire around them with missing arms and legs, the captain Hirayama Jing's mood was extremely complicated.

"Report to the captain... We still have 110 soldiers who can still fight, and the rest are immobile wounded, and we lack food and medicine, I'm afraid we won't be able to survive tonight..."

The report of the staff officer who was ordered to go to the village to count the casualties made the captain Jing Hirayama, who was already in a bad mood, feel even more depressed.

Because of their desperate forward attack, except for the bullets and the rifles in their hands, all the backpacks and sundries were left in the starting camp.

But the defeat prevented them from going to the camp to get these things in time, and now they retreated all the way to this village. Their stomachs were already growling after a day of hard work, and now they were suffering from hunger and cold, and they were really desperate.

"Ignore the wounded, and distribute the food found in the village first, so that the soldiers who can fight will replenish their strength."

Now that the wounded are ignored, the soldiers who can still fight must be kept fighting.

Although the captain Hirayama gave the order, the staff officer with blood on his face did not leave, standing there hesitating to speak.

"Execute the order." Seeing that he was standing still, the staff officer and captain Hirayama Takashi softened his tone and added: "The Xishan Brigade is already on the way to reinforce, as long as we persist until dawn, the wounded can be treated, so Now the most important thing is to maintain the combat effectiveness of the soldiers who can fight, and we can only rely on them to survive until dawn, so giving them food is our only choice now."

"Captain, we didn't find a grain of grain in the village..." The devil's staff saw that the captain, Jing Pingshan, had misunderstood him, and explained.

"What? No food?" Captain Ping Shanjing frowned. This was not good news.

The devil's staff officer continued pessimistically: "We searched every place, but we didn't find a grain of food."

Seeing the dejected staff officer, the leader of the devil's brigade, Jing Hirayama, turned livid and punched the table in anger: "These damned Chinese people!"

The ghost soldiers have become accustomed to the strategy of supporting war with battle. When they go out to fight, except for some daily supplies, most of the supplies are collected on the spot.

When the devils cross the border, the pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks fed by the local people will be wiped out every time, and the food will also be plundered by the devils.

Sometimes the common people will resist. After all, in this era, it is no different to take away food and food. Sometimes the vicious and violent devils will be provoked and massacre the village. In order to cover up the evidence, they will burn the village to death Ashes, completely wiped off the map.

This is also the reason why many areas became deserted after the war, because even the villages were burned to ruins after the devils burned, killed and looted.

This area has become Yang Ling's preset battlefield, so the villages near the road were evacuated in advance, and the walls were cleared.

Now the little devil doesn't want to eat chicken, duck and fish, and he can't find a grain of food. This makes Ping Shanjing, the leader of the devil's brigade who retreated to the village and is about to defend, very angry.

Now that they had nothing to eat or drink, and were surrounded by Chinese troops from the Northern Subei Corps, Captain Ping Shanjing, who thought he was standing guard and waiting for help, suddenly found out in despair that they would starve to death if they could not wait for reinforcements.

"You can't stand still!" This was the first thought of King Hirayama, the leader of the Devil's Battalion, after learning that there was no food in the village.

With no food and ammunition running out, it would be a matter of time before such a dilapidated village was wiped out.

Therefore, it is necessary to break out of the siege at night while the troops are still fighting. Otherwise, when the Chinese officers and soldiers of the Northern Subei Corps pull the cannons over at dawn, they will die.

"Report to the captain. Chief Gaoyou Sano has already called back, telling our department to stand on the line of defense and wait for reinforcements." At this time, the devil's messenger rushed out of the house and reported happily.

Captain Hirayama of the Devil's Battalion no longer had the idea of ​​defending himself, and now he was only thinking about breaking through the siege and returning alive, so he had to admit the fact that he was defeated.

"Call back, our unit was besieged by the main force of the Chinese army. More than half of the squadrons were lost, and it was difficult to sustain. We have decided to break out in the direction of Gaoyou, and we hope to send troops to respond..."

"Hi Yi!" The ghost messenger immediately turned and ran back to the room where the telegram was sent.

The devil's captain, Hirayama Takashi, was planning to rally his troops to fight back, maybe he could save the defeat, but now he can only go back alive to explain.

"Notify the troops immediately, gather all the ammunition, and break out to the south in an hour!"

"Hi Yi!" The devil's staff also knew that staying here would mean death, so he had no objection to the decision to break out.

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The two houses in Daqiao Village were ablaze due to the impact of the fighting, and the orange flames were flying wildly in the night wind.

The remnants of the devils, covered in blood and scorched faces, sat weakly at the shooting points, deeply depressed, and had long lost their previous arrogance. Although they endured the heat waves that rushed over from time to time, they did not have the energy to fight the fire.

They have already received the order from the captain of the battalion, Takashi Hirayama, and they will break out after a short rest to recover their strength. The Japanese officers are sharing the ammunition equally.

The day and night fighting made the devil soldiers consume a lot of ammunition, and there were only five bullets left on each devil soldier. Of course, there were bayonets covered with blood and dust that could be used as weapons.

The lightly and seriously wounded of the ghost soldiers were even more miserable. Although the medical soldiers tried their best to bandage their wounds to stop the bleeding, but there were too many wounded and insufficient medicines, so they could only watch the wounded wailing and moaning in pain, unable to do anything.

Guizi private soldier Suzuki Takeshi was very lucky. He escaped to this village with a group of rout soldiers by mistake. He met the captain Hirayama Jing and the others. in one breath.

Suzuki Takeshi was so silent that he put on his leggings to prepare for the breakout, and the painful howls of those devils and wounded soldiers came over from time to time, filling the village with a low mood. After all, no one can be happy after such a defeat .

Suzuki Takeshi wants to go home very much now, facing the shivering cold, he especially misses his warm hometown, but in this turbulent battlefield, all longing is a luxury.

When the remnants of the devils were preparing to break out of the encirclement in the village, they heard that a group of devils had been surrounded, and more and more officers and soldiers of the Northern Subei Corps came to reinforce them from everywhere.

"The other devils are out of bullets. This devil's firepower is still very strong. We can't attack after several attacks. There must be a big fish inside..."

The veterans in the reserve battalion were lying behind the field ridge covered with weeds, analyzing with reason.

These veterans are the backbone of the reserve battalion transferred from the main battalion under the Subei Corps. They are responsible for training the reserve battalion on weekdays, but now they are appointed as officers.

"Platoon leader, what is a big fish?" The immature recruit Danzi in the reserve battalion was full of doubts.

The veteran, who was spitting, looked like he had seen the world, raised his hand and knocked on the recruit's head, and scolded with a smile: "It's really a bumpkin who has never seen the world, even the big fish don't know."

"Big fish is the top official of the devil. If you catch the top official of the devil, you will get rich..." The veteran platoon leader seemed very excited.

"Listen to me, all of you. When I call in later, I will see a devil wearing a Nizi army coat and white gloves. I will snatch it from me no matter whether he lives or dies. If he is lucky enough to catch the devil's captain, the reward will be Ours." The veteran carefully urged the brothers of the reserve battalion who surrounded him.

"Platoon leader, don't worry, we promise to be the first to rush up!" These brothers in the reserve battalion all promised eagerly.

Now this group of devils has been surrounded by them in the village. Although the brothers have been repelled several times, they know that with so many troops around, the devils can't escape.

Now surrounding the village, there are both brothers from the reserve battalion who came for reinforcements, and officers and soldiers from the main battalion who are red-eyed. Everyone is staring at the village, ready to rush up and tear a piece of flesh from the devil to vent their hatred .

"The devil set up two light machine guns and a grenadier group on the bottom of these two slopes. The little devil's marksmanship is accurate. Let's go up one by one. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen bloody ones came down." ..."

The battalion commander Zheng Gang, who was preparing for the first battalion, was lying behind a pile of withered grass, pointing at two gentle slopes hundreds of meters away, almost gnashing his teeth.

Next to Zheng Gang, Yang Ling, the commander of the North Jiangsu Corps, was close to the line of fire even though his arm was still wrapped in a bandage around his neck.