Huangweishan.

Lingqiu Cave on the mountainside.

Two soldiers walked out of the cave with a pair of stretchers.

The uneven body on the stretcher is covered with a red-soaked white cloth.

Outside the cave.

Standing a soldier with a sad face, looking at the mountains in the distance, trance.

The last line of the sun hides into the western mountain edge.

A yellow plum blossom on the epaulette attracted a butterfly to approach from time to time.

It is already commonplace to carry stretchers out from the cave, and the soldiers didn't even turn their heads.

There should be 1,233 wounded people in the cave.

Because before the corpse was carried out, there were one, two, three, and four wounded soldiers inside.

This number is easy to remember.

An officer came over hurriedly, shouting anxiously: "Roun! The big thing is not good, a large number of Japanese soldiers are sweeping over."

Tuanzhao's face suddenly calmed down, and then he turned around: "How many are there? How far is the distance?"

"One battalion of the puppet army, no less than one brigade of the Japanese..."

The group leader had no choice but to wave to the adjutant who was lying behind the machine gun at the entrance of the cave: "Immediately notify the doctor, the nurse will gather to move up the mountain..."

The adjutant had a German-style blue sky and white sun emblem steel helmet on his head, responded and stood up and ran into the cave: "Doctor, nurses gather..."

A doctor didn't even look up: "Chang your mother, haven't you seen me undergoing surgery?"

The nurses who changed the bandages, received injections, and received medicine in the cave looked nervous. They looked at the adjutant, then retracted their gaze and continued their work.

The regiment followed the order to the messenger who was covered in dry blood not far away: "Immediately order all units to hide and try not to exchange fire with the enemy..."

"Yes!" The messenger got up from the pile of disguised shrubs and ran down the mountain.

Soon, the adjutant turned back to the pedestal.

The troupe frowned: "Why, they scolded me again?"

"I didn't scold me, no one paid attention to me this time..."

The group was a little decadent and hesitated for a while: "Order the guards to gather and force them away..."

"What should the wounded do?"

"Start a gun, which can move into the mountainside defense line, and can't move grenades to guard the hole."

"We have a reinforcement camp, should we let the brothers rest..."

"I can't stand it. Even if we fight to the last one, we will die with the Japanese."

Hearing the conversation between the two, a soldier recovering from the cave came out: "It must be a death to stay here, why don't we... our guard battalion retreat first?"

The group leader glanced at this person: "Aren't you very arrogant? You don't even take our commanders seriously? You think of running away at this time?"

If that's right, I'll make a living...

The troop suddenly pulled out his pistol.

Bang...

He killed that with one shot.

The adjutant next to the regiment seat turned pale and his tone was heavy: "We can't afford to offend the bastards of the Military Control Commission..."

"At the war, our morale will die!"

The adjutant sighed inwardly: "Do you want to contact the General Staff?"

The troop retracted the gun and shook his head: "They are just one company now, and it's useless to come here."

"According to their telegram...the Eighth Route Army is active in this area."

"Haha, do you think that if I kill the bastard of the Military Control Commission, you can just mention the Eighth Route Army?"

The adjutant was stunned for a moment: "Actually, the battle between Zhongtiao Mountain is really no wonder the Eighth Route Army."

The troupe shook his military cap and said, "We are doing things too well and we are doing our own fault..."

The adjutant seemed to remember some past events and gritted his teeth: "The incident in Zhongtiaoshan is really not up to the Eighth Route Army. The superiors ignored the overall situation and first provoked trouble in Huinan to kill nearly 10,000 people. The 200,000 Central Army in Zhongtiaoshan was surrounded. He turned around and asked the Eighth Route Army to help. Think about it, our 200,000 troops are not the Japanese. The Eighth Route Army is only 10,000 or 20,000 people in Taihang. Why should he be cannon fodder for Chiang Kai-shek for nothing?"

"It's all the past, and it's useless to bring it up..."

"Those people from the Du Juntong forced them..."

The commander shook his head: "Don't talk nonsense. If we really don't want to do it, even if they put their guns on their foreheads, we can choose not to do it."

"However, during the Chinese New Year, the superiors arranged to communicate with the Eighth Route Army, and seemed to agree to our entry into the Eighth Route Army base."

"Do you think those people in Chongqing will be kind? They want us to take advantage of the Eighth Route Army General Office being wiped out by the Japanese in charge and grab territory."

"But, didn't the Eighth Route Army agree too..."

"Do you seem to think the Eighth Route Army is good?" Tuanzu narrowed his eyes and his face was gloomy: "Believe it or not, I can shoot you now on Tong Chi's charge?"

The adjutant was stunned for a moment: "You can't..."

"You're so bad... hurry up and take the doctor and nurse away, don't stay in front of me and show shame."

The adjutant, who has always been decisive in the orders of the regiment, ignored the orders of the regiment and continued to talk about the matter: "The brothers outside the mountain have heard news that a Heihu Village attacked the Japanese puppet army in Heizhugou and ambushed the Japanese puppet army...a great victory."

Tuanzu shook his head: "What is Heihu Village? That's the people from the Eighth Route Army in the North."

"How do you know?"

"There are a few rabbits next to my doghouse. Don't we find out clearly?"

"But we are not dead yet, so they will grab the territory."

"Don't be slow here, send the doctor and nurse away."

"But there are Japanese puppet troops everywhere in the mountains. Where can I send them?"

The group was speechless and breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as you don't stay here, let it go to fate..."

"How to deal with the division headquarters leaving so many guns and ammunition."

"Immediately arrange for someone to dig a hole next to the cave and bury it."

"Buried?" The leader was stunned for a moment. This was the emergency backup military supplies that the 27th Army had finally saved.

"The Eighth Route Army will definitely come here, and only they may dig a hole to bury the corpses of their brothers, just treat it as a favor to them."

"What if they didn't find it?"

The group leader said firmly: "No, they will definitely find it..."

The adjutant shook his head, and there was only one reinforced guard battalion in the field hospital, with more than 500 people.

Guns and ammunition are sufficient food.

However, with a battalion, it is impossible to be a squad's opponent in a squad.

He looked up at the Xiyangguang Yu Hui.

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There are still insects in the valley.

Wang Yinzhi hid among the thorns, covered Liu Manhe's mouth with one hand, and warned: "You must not cough, you can hold on..."

Liu Manhe had a fever and his head was not very good. He endured the discomfort in his lungs. His head was held in his arms by a woman, and the faint fragrance of orchids penetrated into his nostrils.

Blood seemed to be burning.

The puppet army has passed through the canyon.

Perhaps because of the fear of being attacked by the Eighth Route Army on the ridge, a large number of Japanese behind them set aside.

The footsteps were rushing.

The moon had risen, but the Japanese did not stop at all.

I don't know how many people there were, and the enemies passing through the canyon for at least two or three hours.

The enemy's team is still passing by.

The Japanese did not have the attack on the Eighth Route Army guerrillas on the mountain ridge, and the Japanese did not seem to want to make trouble, and ignored the Eighth Route Army rushing up the mountain ridge.

Wang Yinzhi thought silently, there must be two or three thousand people...

At this time, no matter who makes any noise, no one in the valley can escape from the sky.

The original plan to pull the wounded up on the ridge after dark was so I had to give up.

The terrifying footsteps finally drifted away.
To be continued...