Chapter 244: Retreat to Northern Anhui

On the earthen road from Guanqiao Town to Xinbian River, Qiao Anbang led the Second Tank Regiment to head north quickly. Along the way, he saw many defeated rogue soldiers and sanchangs along the way, but he did not encounter any small infiltration troops disguised by the Japanese. Because when the defeated soldiers saw dozens of huge steel beasts suddenly appearing in the dark, before the Tiger Ben Army tank soldiers gave orders, they threw the guns in their hands to the ground, knelt on the ground, raised their hands to beg for mercy.

Qiao Anbang did not look down on them. Most of the 59th Army and the 40th Army were recruits. It can be seen from the psychological endurance of the wanderers who encountered that they were the recruits of the 59th Army and the 40th Army.

The reason why Qiao Anbang did not look down on them is that these recruits have only been a few months since they were recruited to the battlefield. Judging from the situation of the 59th Army and the 40th Army themselves, these recruits will never squander bullets without any scruples when training like the new recruits of the Hu Ben Army. They have not even fired a few bullets, so they can imagine their combat effectiveness.

In addition, Pang and Zhang's troops did not have as well-equipped equipment as the Hu Ben Army and improved sufficient logistics supplies. It was reasonable for them to react like this.

As the saying goes, sharpshooters are all fed by bullets. They are also recruits. The Hu Ben Army has regular training, sufficient ammunition is available, and nutritious food can supplement the food they need for training. Everyone's body is gradually becoming stronger.

In the battle sequence of the Northwest Army, these miscellaneous troops are definitely the kind that grandma doesn't love grandma and doesn't love them. The supplies allocated by superiors have been deducted from their personal pockets layer by layer, and there are very few that can really be reached by them.

Their recruits can only eat two meals a day, and they are not done, so they can't eat enough, let alone sufficient ammunition for training. It is a miracle that such troops will not collapse when they go to the front line without any touch.

By asking about the defeated soldiers, Qiao Anbang learned that the current situation was that both Zhang Zizhong's 59th Army and Pang Bingxun's 40th Army had been dispersed by the Japanese infiltration troops. In addition, it was late at night, and the contacts that each unit only saw gradually became chaotic.

"Military throne, you will be in Guanqiao Town when you walk forward." The reminder of the tank leader at the front of the intercom was heard.

"I know, keep moving forward, join the first regiment to meet the 65th Army," Qiao Anbang was in a heavy mood. He did not meet Zhang Zizhong and Pang Bingxun, so there were only two possibilities: either they were destroyed by the Japanese army or they were separated.

"Yes!" the captain responded loudly.

The night was so beautiful that after radio contact with the tank regiment, Qiao Anbang learned some of the latest battle situations. In order to chase and annihilate the ** who retreated from Xuzhou as much as possible, the Japanese army worked tirelessly to send a large number of pursuit troops to pursue the battle overnight.

Liu Ruming's 65th Army suffered heavy casualties. Although he broke through the encirclement from Xuzhou, he was also pursued by the Japanese pursuing troops. He was eventually caught up by the Japanese in Tongshan County and surrounded in Tongshan County. Fortunately, the Tiger Ben Army's armored regiment arrived in time and rescued the 65th Army.

After obtaining this information, Qiao Anbang immediately ordered the troops to accelerate their advance and assisted the first tank regiment to cover Liu Ruming's troops' retreat to northern Anhui.

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"Military throne, be careful!" In a wheat field southwest of Guanqiao Town, more than ten ** soldiers were carrying a stretcher and advancing in the field path. The leader was Zhang Zizhong, the commander of the 59th Army, and the person lying on the stretcher was naturally Pang Bingxun, the commander of the 40th Army.

Pang Bingxun's abdomen was hit by shrapnel from a grenade and was seriously injured. The two men's direct military troops were left in the melee.

Zhang Zizhong walked at the front of the team with a pistol in his hand, his vigilant eyes constantly observing the surroundings.

"Military, where are we? Have we arrived in northern Anhui?" An adjutant following Zhang Zizhong asked, panting, holding the helmet above his head.

"Not yet. If we want to reach northern Anhui, we at least have to cross the Xinbian River and continue moving forward." Zhang Zizhong said, waved his hand.

"Yes!" the adjutant responded loudly.

At this moment, two gunshots came from the night behind. Zhang Zizhong's expression changed when he heard the sound and suddenly turned his head and said, "No, it's the sound of the 38th Daqiao. The Japanese are catching up with you, leave quickly!"

The group carried Pang Bingxun and walked forward quickly, but carrying a person weighing more than 200 pounds. It is easy to imagine how difficult it is to speed up. Moreover, these soldiers have been running around for several days and their physical strength has been severely overdrawn. The reason why they can hold on until now is entirely due to their strong willpower.

With a "boom", a soldier carrying the stretcher was exhausted and fell to the ground. The entire stretcher fell to the ground, and the other three soldiers also fell down.

The severe pain made Pang Bingxun groan. Zhang Zizhong hurriedly walked over and helped the exhausted soldier up and took over a corner of the stretcher. Seeing this, the other three soldiers did not dare to neglect them, so they quickly lifted the stretcher up.

"Let's go!" Zhang Zizhong whispered, then took a big stroll forward.

Pang Bingxun lay on a stretcher and listened to the gunshots coming closer and closer, and said weakly to Zhang Zizhong beside him: "Old Zhang, okay, don't be damn, let it go... let me down..."

"Stop talking nonsense, Pang Clee, save some energy and live a little longer. I will bring you to northern Anhui. Qiao Anbang has some medicines and military doctors under his command. They will definitely be able to save you!" Zhang Zizhong gasped and shouted in a low voice.

"Old Zhang, I am Pang Cruel, I am grateful for your feelings. But if you take me like this, no one can escape! Put me down and leave me a grenade. I want to avenge my chief of staff!" Pang Bingxun coughed twice and said weakly.

"Nonsense, there are not many old men in our Northwest Army. I will never leave you behind. Leaving you alone here can avenge you. As the saying goes, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. As long as you, Pang Cruel, don't die, we can still reorganize the army and fight again and fight back to Xuzhou to relieve the shame of this battle!" Zhang Zizhong gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice.

"Baopa!" The gunshots were getting closer and closer, and the Japanese on the other side also found the traces of Zhang Zizhong and the others, and were chasing them quickly.

"Military throne, the Japanese are catching up." The adjutant said anxiously.

"How many?" Zhang Zizhong asked loudly without looking back.

"I guess there are more than a dozen!" the adjutant replied as he turned around.

"A dozen little Japanese? I'm raising a bitch. I'm really bullied by a dog! Stop! I'll chop these ten little Japanese first, and then let's go on the road!" Zhang Zizhong ordered, and more than ten soldiers stopped and put Pang Bingxun and the stretcher aside.

Zhang Zizhong inserted his pistol into the holster, slowly pulled out a ghost-headed machete from the adjutant, and said coldly: "Brothers, let the Japanese taste the sword technique of our Northwest Army!"

The other soldiers followed suit and pulled out the iron sword on their backs, then went down with their slanted swords, staring coldly at the black shadows that flashed from time to time in front of them.

As the distance approached, the dozen Japanese pursuers also discovered the situation here and immediately stopped shooting, retreated the bullets in the gun chamber, and then led by a Japanese leader Cao, howled towards Zhang Zizhong and the others.

Zhang Zizhong suddenly put the ghost-headed machete in his hand and roared angrily: "Brothers, rush for me! Chop these *** bastards!"

"Run!"

"Kill!" More than ten Northwest Army soldiers shouted in unison, holding up the iron sword in their hands and rushed towards the Japanese with Zhang Zizhong.

"Kill!"

"Bang...sharp" the two sides quickly approached, and for a moment, the sound of shouts of killing and the collision of weapons rang out one after another.

"***, die!" Thinking of his comrade-in-law who died tragically under the Japanese sneak attack, General Zhang Zizhong was filled with anger. His sharp ghost head machete cut off Huashan with a force and chopped down the Japanese soldiers in front of him.

"Puchi!" With a sound of "sharp ghost head machete, the Japanese soldiers and their guns cut into two pieces.

"Ah!" Another Japanese man was anxious when he saw his companion being hacked to death with one move, and roared and rushed up with a 38 rifle.

"Hmph!" General Zhang Zizhong snorted coldly and waved his sword to meet him.

"Cangzi" General Zhang Zizhong's ghost head machete horizontally, and immediately knocked the 38 rifle stabbed by the Japanese infantry, then raised his right foot and kicked the Japanese soldier's chest. The Japanese soldier suddenly screamed and retreated to the ground.

General Zhang Zizhong practiced martial arts since he was a child. His kick just now came out with resentment and his legs were very strong. He directly kicked the Japanese soldier's ribs a few times. After he fell to the ground, the Japanese soldier began to curl up his waist and scream in pain.

General Zhang Zizhong took the ghost-headed machete and walked up quickly, holding the knife high with both hands, and stabbed it down suddenly: With a "puff", half of the sword of the ghost-headed machete instantly pierced the front chest of the Japanese soldier lying on the ground, and blood splattered General Zhang Zizhong's face.

General Zhang Zizhong suddenly drew his sword with a stern expression, turned around and looked around. He saw that more than ten Japanese soldiers had been cut down to the ground by his own side, but none of them were killed or injured. He couldn't help but raise his sword and roar.

"Secretary, retreat quickly." The adjutant walked over with blood all over and whispered.

"Yes!" Zhang Zizhong nodded, waved his hand and said, "Bring the Japanese weapons and keep moving forward?"

Just as Zhang Zizhong finished speaking, more dense gunshots rang out in the distance, and the bullets flying in the dark were as dazzling as a meteor.

"Oh no, it's the Japanese again!" Those who can survive until now are veterans, and they are so familiar with the sound of the Japanese 38th Gallery and the Wavy Light Machine Gun.

"There are also wicked light machine guns!" The adjutant and another soldier whispered vigilantly.

"Pick up weapons and prepare for battle!" Before Zhang Zizhong finished speaking, he bent down and picked up a bayonet 38 rifle. With a machine gun, the other party naturally could no longer engage in hand-to-hand combat.

More than ten Northwest Army soldiers bowed their heads and picked up guns, and then followed Zhang Zizhong quickly to a small ditch where the sky was bowing. The two soldiers also dragged Pang Bingxun and his people and stretchers into the ditch.

Lying in the ditches, General Zhang Zizhong observed the front with a torch. Wherever his eyes reached, the Japanese's crooked machine gun sprayed out flames intermittently. However, judging from the Japanese's targetless point shooting, they were not sure about the specific situation here. Maybe they just heard the sound of fighting here and rushed over.

"Brothers, please be careful. Don't shoot first. Put the Japanese closer before firing! Try to kill one Japanese in the first round of shooting," General Zhang Zizhong couldn't help but instruct him in a deep voice when he saw that the Japanese had half a team.

No one spoke, but they firmly implemented Zhang Zizhong's order until the Japanese barely entered within fifty meters, and they did not shoot a single shot.

Since there was no movement here suddenly, the Japanese soldiers had stopped shooting and had several flashlights shining back and forth.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed Japanese soldier discovered more than a dozen corpses lying in front with the help of a flashlight, and ran over in shock. The other Japanese soldiers behind him also ran up quickly.

Obviously, these Japanese were in the same group as those killed by General Zhang Zizhong and others. When the Japanese saw the corpse on the ground clearly, they began to cry and howl.

Seeing the opportunity, General Zhang Zizhong immediately ordered: "Fire!" After saying that, he pulled the trigger first. The 38th cover emitted a "bang hook" and a hot bullet accurately hit the Japanese soldier not far away. The Japanese soldier fell straight to the ground in an instant.

Almost as General Zhang Zizhong fired his gun, more than a dozen other Northwest Army soldiers also opened fire, "Bang bang bang bang bang bang..." A row of bullets roared at the Japanese crowd not far away. Although it was night, because the distance was too close and the Japanese stations were relatively dense, the Northwest Army soldiers almost hit the guns first in random shooting.

Dozens of Japanese devils fell down one third, but obviously these Japanese devils were well-trained. The remaining Japanese devils fell to the ground, especially the Japanese in front who directly turned over their companions' bodies and used their bodies as cover to start shooting and counterattack.

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Under the cover of the light machine gun of the crooked bar, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers had already jumped up from the ground, and quickly touched General Zhang Zizhong and the others. General Zhang Zizhong touched two grenades from the waist of the soldiers who died beside him, pulling the strings and saying sternly: "Grenades, blow them to death!" After speaking, he swung his right hand and threw the squeaking grenade in his hand.

Several other soldiers followed suit and pulled the grenade and threw it out.

"Swoosh swish swish swish..." Several grenades roared towards the dozen Japanese, and exploded violently. "Bosh bang...Bosh bang" The fire suddenly appeared, and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were immediately bombed to most of them, and the remaining Japanese were also killed by subsequent bullets.

"Puff..." Amid the fierce gunfire, General Zhang Zizhong's adjutant was shot in the head and fell backwards straight.

"Adminton Wang!Adminton Wang!" General Zhang Zizhong pulled out his pistol and shot, while trying hard to shake his subordinates who had been following him for many years.

"Security, please retreat quickly, the three of us will cover you to retreat!" The only three remaining soldiers shouted at General Zhang Zizhong in desperation.

"Don't talk nonsense! I, Zhang Zizhong, will not leave my soldiers behind. Today, how magnificent can we brothers go to the national crisis and sacrifice our country for their lives?!" Zhang Zizhong shouted loudly with a stern expression.

"Long live the Chinese nation!" General Zhang Zizhong shouted loudly at the top of his lungs.

"Long live the Chinese nation!"

"Long live the Chinese nation!" The three soldiers' eyes were red and roared in unison.

"Bagaya Road! Rush up and kill them all!" The Japanese squad leader waved his command knife in a panic and ordered his subordinates to make a final sprint.

General Zhang Zizhong led the last three subordinates and was about to rush up to fight the Japanese for the final decisive battle. At this moment, a sound of tearing the oil cloth out of nowhere sounded: "Dadada...Dada..."

In the scorching and dazzling tongue of flames, the Japanese soldiers who had just stood up and prepared to charge were shot and fell to the ground. General Zhang Zizhong and the three soldiers were extremely surprised. Looking in the direction of the tongue of flames, they saw several tank chariots rumbling towards them, and the machine gunners on the tank were firing desperately.

Under the strafing of several machine guns with extremely fast firing rates, more than 20 Japanese soldiers were quickly massacred.

When the gunshots stopped, an armored vehicle rushed from a distance. Before the armored vehicle could stop, Qiao Anbang kicked the door open, then walked towards this side with great strides, and asked loudly as he walked: "I am the Lieutenant General Qiao Anbang, who are you from?"

General Zhang Zizhong remembered Qiao Anbang's voice, and heard him report to himself, and immediately said happily: "General Qiao, I am Zhang Zizhong!"

"Brother Xunchen, is it really you?" Qiao Anbang was also very happy. After saving Liu Ruming's 65th Army, he was leading his troops to return south. When he heard the gunshots here, he ordered a platoon of tank soldiers to come and check the situation. He never thought he would meet Zhang Zizhong here.

"Well! It's me!" Zheng Xin said with tears in his eyes. It is difficult for people who are not in the scene to understand the joy of surviving the disaster.

"Brother Xunchen, are you okay?" Qiao Anbang stepped forward and supported Zhang Zizhong and asked, looking up and down.
To be continued...