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

The devil soldiers fell to the ground in groups under the whistling of bullets. Although the devils behind were still screaming and rushing out, it was only in vain.

Faced with such a dense firepower net, the devils who rushed out were quickly torn to pieces by the bullets, and then curled up in various postures and fell down in a pool of blood.

This was not a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre. More than 100 devil soldiers were all brought down before they had rushed 50 meters.

And when the sudden battle broke out in the south, there were also intensive gunshots in the north, and the leader of the devil's battalion, Jing Hirayama, who was trying to break out of the encirclement, was also blocked by the firepower net.

The village has been besieged by the officers and soldiers of the North Jiangsu Corps, and heavy troops have been deployed in every direction. The little cleverness played by the leader of the devil's brigade Jing Shan is not enough.

Captain Ping Shanjing of the devil brigade stumbled and ran, but the howling bullets quickly found him. A bullet hit the bridge of his nose, and a bloody hole was blasted across the bridge of his nose.

The impact of the bullets made the leader of the devil's battalion, Hirayama Admiration, fall down in the ditch beside the road, and the devil's staff officers who tried to pull him were also smashed into air leaking sieves by the bullets.

"Brothers, go ahead!"

Seeing that the devil soldiers had been hit by bullets and could not stand up, the officers and soldiers of the North Jiangsu Corps jumped out of the hiding place with their bayonets straight, and rushed up from all directions.

There are only a few dozen families saying that the small village is not big, but it has been completely controlled by the brothers, completely annihilating this group of stubborn devils.

"Search everywhere carefully! Don't let a devil go!" Although the devil was almost killed as soon as he broke through, the red-eyed brothers from the Subei Corps still wandered around the houses with bayonets, looking for the devil to live.

"Report, more than 50 corpses of devil wounded soldiers were found in the village..."

Soon, the brothers found the wounded devil soldiers in a yard, but they were all dead, and everyone was stabbed to death by bayonets.

"The little devil is really a two-legged beast, even his own wounded soldiers."

Seeing the wounded devil soldiers who were still bleeding, Zheng Gang, the first battalion commander of the reserve battalion who led the team into the village, couldn't help cursing.

When the devil soldiers broke through the siege, in order to avoid being dragged down by the wounded soldiers, and worried that they would eventually fall into the hands of the guerrillas and some military information would be leaked, they killed them.

But what Ping Shanjing, the captain of the devils, didn't know was that he soon went to see the king of hell along with the wounded soldiers who he ordered to be secretly executed.

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"Send people overnight to find the wounded from the battlefield and send them down for treatment. In such a cold weather, brothers who are injured can't last long..."

With the last wave of recalcitrant devil soldiers completely wiped out, the Subei Corps won a complete victory, but Yang Ling, as the commander, did not relax at all.

He knew how this battle was fought. It was completely fought by the brothers who were not afraid of death. In the core area of ​​the battlefield, it had become a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

He was very worried about the safety of those old brothers. Yang Ling didn't know what happened to those brothers who followed him in the bloody battle, but as a commander, he couldn't show it even if he was worried.

"The first battalion and the second battalion each sent two companies to set up security positions to the south to cover and clean up the battlefield. Let the local militia arm the task of cleaning up the fleeing devils and stragglers, and gather the chasing troops as soon as possible."

This was a big battle. Although the Northern Subei Corps had won a decisive victory, there were still many fleeing devil stragglers at large, and all the troops had dispersed to chase them out.

But Yang Ling knew that the crisis was not resolved. In the direction of Gaoyou in the south, the devils had gathered heavy troops. The devil's infantry brigade was only the vanguard of the devils.

But he also hoped that the vanguard could survive this bloody battle, scare the devils in Gaoyou, prevent them from acting rashly, and give the Subei Corps a chance to breathe.

Fighting in the enemy's rear is very difficult. The troops have to fight bloody little devils to seize the living space. Because of the dangers, they have to tense their nerves all the time.

Now that the Northern Subei Corps has controlled the battlefield, it would be good to hand over the stragglers who escaped from the devils to the local militia.

If the Chinese officers and soldiers were defeated and dispersed to break through, most of them would survive, but the little devils did not have such good luck.

Because the little devils are an invading army, their evil deeds of burning, killing and looting are hated by every Chinese. When the devils are in groups, no one dares to offend the majesty of the devils.

But once the little devil is alone, he will quietly become a missing person, because in the land of the Chinese, even those unarmed common people dare to attack the devil's stragglers.

And after these ordinary people work together to kill the devil's stragglers, they will usually keep their bloody handprints and keep silent for a lifetime for fear of revenge. Therefore, it is not only the army that fights the devils. But no one knew it, and it became a secret they guarded all their lives.

Now Yang Ling has sent Zhang Baozi, Xiao Yan and other local militiamen back, and they are waiting in the direction of the devil's retreat. With rewards for killing the enemy one by one, Yang Ling believes that if the devil's stragglers want to escape back to Gaoyou, it is better It is still difficult to ascend to the sky.

"Telegram the news of Jieshou's great victory to the theater command and deputy headquarters. The officers and soldiers of our North Jiangsu Corps fought bloody day and night to wipe out a brigade of devils!"

Now that we have won, there is no need to hide it, and we must announce it openly, so as to boost the morale of the soldiers and civilians in the occupied areas!

Annihilating a full brigade of devils is an unprecedented victory. At least it can reverse the situation in the enemy-occupied area in a short period of time. Under the premise that the devils can't figure out the situation, the devils dare not act rashly and win for the guerrilla troops. Time to recuperate.

Fighting in the enemy's rear is sometimes not only the lack of ammunition, but also the most difficult thing to gain a foothold. Now that Jieshou's peripheral victory has enabled the Huaiyin base in northern Jiangsu to develop steadily, all arsenals and clothing factories It can develop rapidly without being affected by the flames of war.

As long as they survived this period of time, the Subei Corps, which rolled out of the bloody flames, will be a powerful force that makes devils terrified after replenishing ammunition, supplies and soldiers.

Of course, the Subei Corps is lucky, it can fight stronger and stronger, and it can wipe out the devils to win the space for survival and development.

But many guerrilla troops sent to the enemy's rear were not so lucky. Facing the joint strangulation of the Japanese army, puppet army, local gangs and other forces, they had to fight again and again.

Many troops will disappear after fighting, because the troops lacking weapons and ammunition have been fighting at high intensity and cannot be replenished, no matter how strong they are, they will be exhausted.

This is also the reason why the nearly one million guerrilla troops sent by the Chongqing side to the enemy's rear disappeared after just two years, because many of them were wiped out in isolation and without support, and there were no bones left.

The folks who have been waiting for the news at Jieshou have been looking forward to it all day, and their eyes are fixed on the battlefield in the south where the artillery is rumbling.

These civilians stayed to help build the fortifications and trenches in order to be able to eat the gruel provided by the Subei Corps every day, but now they are extremely worried about the officers and soldiers of the Subei Corps who lined up in the cold wind to go to the battlefield, because as a The Chinese, in their hearts, hope that their army can win.

No matter what their impression of the Chinese army was, and no matter whether they cursed the retreating troops in private, when the devils came to fight, they still sincerely prayed for their own army and secretly cheered for them.

The battle started from last night to now, from dark to dawn, and then to dark again. Standing at Jieshou, you can overlook the thick and thick gunpowder smoke on the southern battlefield, which lasts for a long time.

But civilian husbands are not soldiers after all, they are not allowed to approach the battlefield, they can only wait for news in the back with fear

When the brother who had won the victory galloped back from the battlefield on a fast horse and was about to announce the news that the Northern Subei Corps had wiped out the invading devils and won a big victory. This brother saw a scene that he will never forget in his life.

In the cold and windy field outside Jieshou, peasants with sickles and sticks in their hands are trudging towards the battlefield. The mighty darkness covers a large area. Everyone has panic on their faces, but their steps are unusually firm. Because all the troops were pressed up, and no one prevented them from approaching the battlefield.

When they heard the sound of horseshoes in front of them, the peasants with all kinds of cold weapons in their hands stopped in unison, full of vigilance.

With the help of the light from the torches, they saw the brother on the horse, covered in dirt, broken and bloodstained. Seeing this brother's appearance, the peasants' hearts sank to the bottom of the valley. They thought they had lost the battle ahead.

"Boss, are you defeated? Where did the devil go?" A middle-aged man in the lead cautiously asked when he saw the brother coming on horseback.

"Who are you?" Seeing these peasants with sickles and sticks in their hands, the brothers who came back to report the victory were full of doubts.

"Boss, we are also Chinese. You are fighting the devils in front, so we can't sit idle and watch the show! Now that you are defeated, it's time for us!" A dark-skinned man shouted proudly.

"That's right, we're going to fight you all, we are all Chinese men who are not afraid of death! There are no cowards in Chinese!" The crowd shouted loudly.

Seeing these passionate and courageous folk husbands, the eyes of the brothers who came back to report the victory were moist. For the first time, he felt what it means to be united and what it means to be united!

These peasants knew that the sickles and sticks in their hands could not fight against the devil's machine guns and cannons, but they came resolutely, they no longer cowardly retreated, they came out bravely!

Looking at these peasants who were yelling at each other and about to go to the battlefield, the brother wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Fathers and folks! Our North Jiangsu Corps has not lost the battle! We have won! We wiped out a brigade of devils, and I am coming back to report victory!"

The voices of the brothers who reported victory echoed in the cold wind, making the footsteps of the peasants who already had the heart to die stagnate.