Bright sword, I have a red police base car

Chapter 22 Veteran
In less than half an hour, Chen Hai and others returned to the camp with their mules, horses and carts.

Chen Hai: "Report to the chief! All 13 devils have been killed! 12 mules and horses and five carts were seized, two of which were loaded with fodder for mules and horses, and the other three were probably used by the devils to load shells. There are We can feed this horse for a few more days!"

After listening to Chen Hai's report, Zhang Shijie said: "The mules and horses will be brought directly to the base space in a while. The feed can last for a few days. When the feed is gone, kill them and put them in the refrigerator as meat for war!"

"Yes! Chief!"

On September 1938, 9, two days had passed since the encirclement time scheduled by the Japanese army.

Matsushima Youemon, who had just been ambushed by the 13rd Battalion of the 3th Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, sat on a stone beside the mountain road with a face full of gunpowder.

"Your Excellency, Captain! Captain Sakata sent a telegram asking for the current location of our department, and the captain also said..."

Seeing the faltering look of the messenger, Matsushima Youemon asked: "What else did you say, Captain? Please speak directly!"

"Your Excellency, the captain, said that no matter what situation you encounter and what difficulties you have, if you can't reach the predetermined location before noon tomorrow, then please kill yourself by harakiri to thank Heavenly Locust!"

"Order the troops to stop resting! All combat troops abandon all loads except weapons and ammunition, and march towards Majiayao at full speed!"

"Your Excellency, captain, what about the supply squadron?"

"Don't worry about the supply troops! All combat troops move forward! The supply troops carry important equipment and materials and move forward at full speed! Remember, this is the death order given to us by the regimental commander. If we have not arrived at the scheduled location within the specified time to complete the encirclement , then everyone in our Songdao brigade will commit seppuku to thank Heavenly Locust!"

"Hayi! Come and wash Masida!"

The 13rd Battalion of the [-]th Regiment of the Eighth Route Army withdrew from its position after completing the blocking mission, assembled towards the regiment headquarters, and prepared to give the Songdao Brigade the final blow before the headquarters retreated.

And now Matsushimaemon looked desperate.

There has been no news from the artillery team in the rear, and it is estimated that there is a lot of bad luck.

The four infantry squadrons and the supply squadron suffered heavy casualties, and the cavalry squadron also lost more than half.

The Songdo brigade, which was originally strengthened to more than 1300 people, now has less than 700 people left.

Although the 13th Regiment of the Eighth Route Army also suffered heavy losses, the 13th Regiment perfectly achieved its tactical goals, allowing the Songdao Brigade to be pinned down in the deep mountains, and a gap appeared in the perfect encirclement circle that the Japanese army thought was perfect.

At the same time, Zhang Shijie also took it with him.The action team and the Red Police soldiers sent back from the base in the past two days, a total of 60 people, pursued the Songdao Brigade along the mountain road.

Majiayao, the ambush position of the 13th Regiment of the Eighth Route Army.

The first battalion and the second battalion, which have completed the segmented blocking task, are building the last ambush position planned by the 13th regiment in Majiayao.

In fact, at this point in the battle, both the Eighth Route Army and the Japanese Army have already understood that there is no such thing as an ambush in any deployment now.

On the first day, the Japanese army experienced two rounds of ambushes by the action unit led by Zhang Shijie and the first battalion of the 13th regiment of the Eighth Route Army, losing nearly 400 people.On the way the next day, I encountered a blow from the 13nd Battalion of the [-]th Regiment.

This made the Japanese army understand that it was impossible to walk down this mountain road safely.So when the Japanese army was marching on the third day, as long as they felt something was wrong, they began to use mortars for fire reconnaissance.

This also led to heavy losses in the Third Battalion of the 13th Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, which was ambushed at the end.

Therefore, when Head Song of the 13th Regiment gave the order to build the position, he basically did not follow the way of ambush operations.Instead, positions are built in the way of positional warfare.

"Head, head, the third battalion is back."

Hearing the guard's report, Head Song and Political Commissar Zhu hurried out of the headquarters, seeing that the third battalion, which originally had nearly 400 people, now has only more than 200 people and half of them are injured, which made them feel very distressed.

Head Song asked anxiously: "How is the situation of the troops?"

"The devils have learned a lot this time. Now they will use mortars to conduct fire reconnaissance when they encounter a possible ambush. Our ambush troops were attacked by the devils' intensive artillery fire when they were about to open fire! Nearly 200 people were killed or injured! We After the comrades were shelled, all the wounded gritted their teeth and endured the pain so that they were not discovered by the devils. Even several soldiers died of pain! Thanks to these soldiers, we can eliminate more than 100 devils .” The third battalion commander said, tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"They are all good comrades! The motherland and the people will never forget them!"

At this time, an explosion from a mountain not far away interrupted the conversation between Commander Song and the Third Battalion Commander, followed by intensive gunfire after the explosion.

Head Song and others set up binoculars to follow the flames of the explosion, and found that the one that was exchanging fire was the guard post stationed by the first squad of the regiment's guard company.

"Send two scouts to see what's going on!"

"Yes!"

41-year-old Xu Zhong is a veteran of the Red Army who participated in the Long March. He could have been a company commander. He felt that he had no culture and ability, so he volunteered to be a soldier in the guard company of the 13th regiment of the Eighth Route Army.

At this moment, he was hiding behind a big rock on the top of the hill where the guard post was, avoiding Japanese bullets.

"Uncle Zhong! The squad deputy and Li Dashuan died! The squad leader's arm was also blown off by the devil's mortar! What should we do?!" The recruit named Liu Ming asked Xu Zhong loudly.

Seeing the comrades hiding behind the bunkers raising their guns to shoot at the Japanese army from time to time, Xu Zhong thought for a moment and said to Liu Ming: "Liu Ming, you and Zhu Zi will take the squad leader to retreat first! Go and report to the regiment leader what happened to the devils. The situation. Let’s stop the enemy first and buy time for the first battalion and the second battalion!”

"Old loyal uncle, I will not withdraw! I will also fight devils with you here!"

"Don't fucking talk nonsense with me! How many days have you and Zhuzi been in the army?! Let me tell you boy! There is a mission to let you go down. We are guard posts. If we find the enemy, we must report the situation to the regiment leader in time, and the squad leader The injury is not serious, and if you take it off a second earlier, you will have more hope of surviving! Do you know?!"

"But……"

"But what is it? I am a party member! You are a recruit, what qualifications do you have to fight devils with me?! Get out of here!"

After hearing Xu Zhong's almost humiliating words, Liu Ming took another kick from Xu Zhong, and then retreated towards the regiment headquarters with another recruit named Zhuzi and the injured squad leader.

Looking at the backs of the three of them going away, another soldier said to Xu Zhong: "Old Uncle Zhong, it is hard for you to keep these two children alive."

Xu Zhong shook his head and said, "The hope of living must be left to young people, they are only 15 years old!"

"Hey, it's okay, I'll be with you if I die or not!"

Xu Zhong looked deeply at the old soldier who was about to raise his gun to shoot, and said he was a veteran, but he was only 21 years old!

Liu Ming and Zhuzi helped the injured squad leader to the foot of the mountain when they heard more intense gunshots from the top of the mountain.Liu Ming turned around crying and shouted to the mountain:
"Old Uncle Zhong! You must come back alive! I still want to hear you tell us the story of the Long March!"

(End of this chapter)