After many days of burning, killing and looting, the Japanese invaders who entered the mountains to suppress the bandits were exhausted and finally decided to end the campaign. All units began to withdraw from the mountains and return to their territories, and the Japanese invaders in Meixian were no exception. At the same time, the news of the Japanese retreat was also received by the various units of the Eighth Route Army.
Hao Ping and the third company were the first to return to Dabei Village. After many days of dealing with the enemy, the third company had lost 30 to 40 people. They were exhausted, but in good spirits. Although they failed to lead away the main force of the Japanese in Xinghua Village, they at least took away a squadron and some puppet troops. The fact that the third company was able to return basically intact was enough to make Ding Deyi overjoyed. He didn't say much, only praise.
This morning, Gao Yidao checked the sentry posts as usual, then wandered to the edge of the playground to watch the new recruits of the second company training on the playground. Yesterday, Hao Ping came back, and when he saw Gao Yidao, he kept talking about how he led the third company to evacuate Xinghua Village, how he attacked Shuxia Village at night to save Officer Su, and how he cleverly maneuvered to lead the Japanese to wander around in the mountains. Gao Yidao almost shrunk his head into his neck. Hao Ping was openly talking about his third company, but Gao Yidao felt that he was secretly comparing it with what happened to the second company in Wuming Village. Isn't this just embarrassing!
Therefore, Gao Yidao's already dark face became even darker. Standing at the edge of the playground, the more he watched the training of these new recruits, the more he disliked it. He was ready to pick out a few typical ones and give them a good beating. Just as he was about to speak, a fast-legged man ran up to him panting and said, "Company commander, company commander, the first company is back!"
Gao Yidao was stunned: "First company? How far is it?"
"We'll be at the west end of the village soon."
"Hurry up and report to the political commissar!" Gao Yidao ordered Kuai Tuer and ran to the west end of the road. When the third company came back yesterday, he used the excuse of being on sentry duty to not go to pick him up. The second and third companies always secretly encouraged him to go to pick him up. But the first company was different. The commander of the first company, Wu Yan, was always silent and cautious in what he said and did, so Gao Yidao had a good opinion of him, not to mention that the regiment commander was with the first company.
In the distance, a team appeared on the road and got closer and closer. Gao Yidao, who was standing on the side of the road, couldn't help but frown deeply because he smelled a bloody smell.
Before the 1st Company set out this time, it had always been the biggest card in the independent regiment. With a strength of nearly 200 people, it was at least a reinforced company. But now, fifty or sixty wounded soldiers were carrying more than ten stretchers, walking silently, walking very hard and very slowly, because some of the bandaged wounds were still bleeding. They had already seen the sentry of the 2nd Company and the 2nd Company Captain Gao Yidao waiting on the roadside, but no one spoke.
"What the hell are you still standing there for! Go and carry the stretcher!" Gao Yidao yelled at the dazed sentry from the second company beside him, then he strode forward and ran towards the skinny Wu Yan who was walking in front of the team.
Wu Yan's body was already bandaged in four or five places, and was covered in blood and mud. It was so dirty and torn that it was almost impossible to tell that it was not a military uniform. When Gao Yidao reached him, he still did not stop and continued to move forward with difficulty, as if he saw nothing.
Gao Yidao looked up at the team behind him, then grabbed the zombie-like Wu Yan and asked anxiously, "Wu Yan, what's wrong with you? Where's the leader? ... Say something?"
Wu Yan's dry and cracked lips twitched a few times, and he finally spoke weakly: "I'm sorry, Commander. I'm also sorry for the company." After the voice, the weak Wu Yan finally collapsed and fell quietly...
Ten miles south of Dabeizhuang, on the roadside, an old soldier from the second company and a new recruit were standing guard.
"Is our leader going to be okay?"
"I don't know. The people in the first company said that the regiment commander fell off the cliff and was seriously injured, so they sent people to carry him directly to the division hospital."
"Ah... This company is really miserable. Not a single person is not injured!"
"You think this is miserable? When the company commander led us to counterattack... Hmm? Someone is coming!"
"It seems to be Class 9?"
"That's right! It's them. Boy, I'm telling you, you are not allowed to say hello to Class Nine, and you are not allowed to have a good face to Class Nine, in the future. Do you hear me?" From a distance, a little kid with pigtails could be seen wandering around. There was no need to guess who the man in the tall military uniform was. When he was in the artillery tower, he almost got beaten to death by him. He still hates him till now, so the old soldier set rules for the new recruits on the spot.
The 9th squad came back, and after the bodies of the detective team filled the pit, they were able to move calmly, and then took advantage of the night to quietly walk out of the enemy-occupied area and return to the mountains to the west. Originally, Officer Yang wanted to go north and escort Doctor Zhou directly back to the division, but Hu Yi did not want to take an unfamiliar road and did not accept it. Officer Yang and Doctor Zhou followed him to the independent regiment.
Ma Liang was still immersed in excitement. He kept recalling the battle under the setting sun, and thought of the battle on Bald Mountain by Captain Wang of Qingshan Village. He finally understood why the Japanese dared to attack our army with more people even though they were so few. The same was true this time, but the roles had changed. It was the Ninth Squad that had fewer people but still launched the attack.
Two sentries were standing on the roadside ahead, with their legs apart and bayonets hanging from the muzzles of their guns, shining brightly. They looked extremely arrogant, as if they were afraid that others would not know that they were soldiers from the second company.
In fact, soldiers usually do not wear bayonets, they are all kept in scabbards. On the one hand, it is for safety reasons, for fear of accidentally hurting others or themselves; on the other hand, it is because the length of the gun has increased, making it inconvenient to carry and use; and the most important point is that a rifle with a bayonet cannot be accurately shot at long distances. The change in the center of gravity of the gun will cause the resonance of the barrel to be changed during shooting, thereby causing ballistic deviation.
Hu Yi looked at the two gleaming bayonets, and a black line appeared on his forehead. He thought that only Gao Yidao could do such a thing, letting his soldiers show off their power and play with their hearts, raising the flag with cold light. If it was Ma Liang who was running his nose and pulling this egg, I would definitely kick them. Thinking so in his heart, his face was still cold, and he walked over woodenly, although one of the sentries looked familiar, as if he had known him under his fist.
The two sentries stood very majestically, but their faces looked unhappy. One was looking at the distant mountain, and the other seemed to be looking at the blue sky, neither of them was looking at the people passing by.
The people in the 9th squad knew what was going on, and they had gotten used to it, but Yang was really confused. Independent Regiment, what is going on? This 9th squad is ridiculous enough. Now, we are at your gate. The sentry is the facade, right? Then what is the facade of your independent regiment? Are you sick? They didn't even say hello. Who do they dislike
Xiao Hongying didn't care about that. She stopped when she reached the sentry and waved her hand to Zhou Wanping: "Auntie Zhou, you and Fox go first." Then she called to Wu Shitou: "Silly boy, you stay with me."
Seeing that they had all passed by, Xiao Hongying reached out and pulled the sentry who was still looking up at the sky: "Hey, hey, little whore, do you want a box gun? Take any one you like!" Practice makes perfect, and even if her head was broken, it would not stop the wicked girl from doing business.
"Hmph—" This was the reply from the sentry of the second company, who continued to look up at the sky without changing his gaze.
Xiao Hongying shook her braids and blinked her eyes: "Oh, you are capable. Once you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again. Once you enter the village, everything will belong to Li Suanpan from the supply department. Forget it! Stupid, let's go."
The sentry was already on the verge of losing his temper. It wasn't the first time anyway. He glanced sideways and saw that Hu Yi and the others had already gone far away. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and said to the little girl unhappily, "Speak clearly first, don't make it too dark!"
It was something that couldn't be kept anyway, so I'd exchange it for whatever I could get, which was better than handing it over to the supply department for nothing. The little girl didn't say anything more: "Hand in a grenade, and you can pick any gun you want, and the bullets are extra. Isn't that cheap enough?"
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