On Mawu Mountain.

Wang Ye, Wei Dayong and Fan Guangou were closely following the movements in Datong City through the telescope.

It was about 11 o'clock late at night, and it was pitch black and silent. Suddenly, dense gunshots and explosions sounded again, and red lights produced by the explosion continued to bloom.

As soon as I saw the movement, I knew that it was the Japanese tank firing cannons.

"Captain, the Japanese attacked again." Wei Dayong said, "This should be the last attack."

Wang Ye remained silent, holding his telescope in his hands, looking at the Datong City chassis burning in the war.

Although it is at least ten kilometers apart, since there is no blockage in the middle, you can clearly see the red light blooming in Datong City, and you can also hear the faint sound of gunfire.

The gunshots lasted for half an hour and gradually became sparse.

Then, the city of Datong returned to peace again, and the fire gradually went out.

Wang Ye raised his wrist and looked at the Panerai luminous watch, but he saw that the hour hand was just pointing at zero.

A new day has arrived. In a few hours, the sun will rise from the east again, and the whole world will wake up from its sleep again. However, including Liang Gang, more than 7,000 officers and soldiers of the 94th Brigade of the Central Army could not wake up again. They have been sleeping in Datong forever.

Wang Ye couldn't help but sing his favorite song.

"Maybe I say goodbye and will never come back. Do you understand, do you understand?"

"Maybe I'll fall and will not rise again. Do you still have to wait forever?"

"Maybe my eyes can't be opened anymore. Do you understand my silent feelings?"

"Maybe I'll sleep forever and can't wake up again. Do you believe that I've turned into a mountain range?"

As we sang, tears quietly slid down. Fortunately, it was because of the dark night that Wei Dayong and Fan Guangou were not discovered.

But in fact, Wei Dayong and Fan Guanyou have also been infected by Wang Ye's lyrics. When they think of the cruel fact that more than 7,000 officers and soldiers of the 94th Brigade of the Central Army died for their country, they can't help but burst into tears.

Fan Guangao couldn't even control his emotions and started sobbing in a low voice.

Fan Guangou sobbed and asked, "Chief of Staff, what song is this?"

"The blood-stained style," said Wang Ye, "a very good song that people can never forget once they hear it."

Wei Dayong turned his head, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes without any trace, and choked, "Captain, I really don't know that you can sing, and you can sing so much... I want to scold people."

Wang Ye sighed, "If you want to cry, just cry."

"I don't cry." Wei Dayong said, "It's just a pity."

Why is it a pity? Of course, it is a pity for the more than 7,000 brothers from the Ninety-Fourth Brigade.

"Yes, it's a pity." Fan Guanyou also sobbed, "Why don't they break through?"

"Because they are soldiers." Wang Ye said with a serious face, "Soldiers must obey orders."

"Can you obey this confused man Chang Kaishen's orders?" Fan Guangu's face turned red with anger.

Wang Ye said: "Chang Kaishen is a fool in our eyes, but in the eyes of more than 7,000 officers and soldiers of the 94th Brigade of the Central Army, it is not. He is their leader."

While we were talking, gunshots suddenly sounded in the wilderness ahead.

Immediately afterwards, a starry skylight lit up and was approaching quickly towards Mawu Mountain.

"Captain, there is something wrong!" Wei Dayong said, while raising his telescope, and then said again, "It seems that the cavalry of the puppet Mongolian army is chasing someone."

Wang Ye has also seen this scene through a telescope.

Although the light was not good at night, the puppet Mongolian cavalry could still be seen clearly while playing torches.

Wang Ye said in a deep voice: "It should be the remnants of the 94th Brigade of the Central Army who broke out. Let's go down to Mawu Mountain to pick them up! Hurry up!"

...

Liang Jun turned around and shot while galloping.

About a hundred meters behind him, a pseudo-Mongolian cavalry was dismissed.

Although the war horses were running at high speed, Liang Jun, who had grown up on the horse's back as a child, still easily found a balance on the bumpy horse's back, so the hit rate was very high.

The puppet Mongolian cavalry also shot back, and bullets whizzed across Liang Jun's ears from time to time.

The distance of one hundred meters was a bit far away for the cavalry of the puppet Mongolian army. Although these guys grew up on horseback like Liang army, they used bows and arrows.

But Liang Jun started playing fast guns since he was seven years old.

So this is not a fair contest, but a dimensionality reduction strike.

Liang Jun clamped the horse's belly with his legs, freed up his hands, first pulled the bolt and pulled the shell, then pushed the bullet into the chamber, and then turned around and shot again. After the gunshot, another pseudo Mongolian cavalry was dismissed from his horse a hundred meters away.

The pseudo Mongolian cavalry was frightened and furious, and fired again to respond.

Liang Jun sneered, pulled the bolt back out again, pushed the bounce into the chamber and then pulled the trigger.

However, this time, no gunfire sounded, but only a crackling sound of empty warehouses and no bullets were heard.

"Fuck!" Liang Jun swears, stretches out his hand to touch the canvas bullet bag on his chest. After touching it, he finds that the entire bullet bag is empty and there is no bullet.

Liang Jun could only carry the rifle back on his shoulder.

Liang's army stopped shooting, and the puppet Mongolian cavalry behind him immediately became excited.

"He has no bullets!" a company commander of the pseudo-Mongolian cavalry shouted, "Catch the alive, don't kill them!"

The puppet Mongolian cavalry who were chasing all over the mountains raised their guns and stopped firing at the Liang army, but they soon discovered that this was a delusion.

Because Liang Jun's riding skills are more superb than them.

After chasing for a long time, the distance between the two sides not only did not approach, but continued to widen.

The company commander of the puppet Mongolian army led the team immediately became anxious and shouted sternly: "If you can't catch the living, you will die!"

The puppet Mongolian cavalry once again pressed down the muzzle and fired at Liang Jun and his mount. From time to time, bullets squeaked and roared past Liang Jun's ears. Liang Jun pressed his body to the lowest point, almost close to the horse's back.

Doing so can minimize the area of ​​the body's bullet-in, making it less likely to be shot.

However, the war horse could not reduce the area of ​​the bullet. As the puppet Mongolian cavalry was desperately fired, a bullet finally hit the left hind leg of the war horse.

If you only hit the buttocks or legs of the horse, or even the abdomen, the horse will not fall to the ground immediately and can still run for a long time until the blood flows completely.

But once a bullet hits the leg bone, it will fall to the ground instantly.

Unfortunately, Liang Jun's war horse was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground with a sad neigh. Liang Jun on the horse's back was also heavily lifted to the ground.

Dozens of cavalry and puppet Mongolian army rushed over like a tide, surrounding the Liang army.

Liang Jun removed the rifle on his shoulder again, put on a bayonet, and prepared to fight with the pseudo-Mongolian cavalry, but the pseudo-Mongolian cavalry just circled his lantern and did not get close to him rashly.

Just as Liang Jun was hesitating whether to launch an attack on his own initiative, gunfire suddenly rang out.

The puppet Mongolian cavalry surrounding the Liang army's carousel fell down instantly, and the remaining puppet Mongolian cavalry were also stunned in an instant. What's going on? Who is shooting a gun?

It was not until the second row of guns fired that the puppet Mongolian cavalry woke up as if they were dreaming.

And accompanied by gunfire, the sound of horse hooves sounded from the woods ahead.

"Company Commander, we are ambushed!" a puppet Mongolian cavalry shouted.

"Retreat quickly!" The company commander of the puppet Mongolian army pulled his horse and turned around and ran back. The remaining dozens of cavalry and puppet Mongolian army cavalry also scattered and ran away in a blink of an eye.

However, Liang Jun turned his gaze to the group of cavalry that suddenly appeared.

This group of cavalry had a total of about a hundred cavalry and soon arrived near.

One of the cavalry stopped and asked, "One of the Ninety-Fourth Brigade?"

"Liang Jun, the captain of the Jiaolong Squadron of the 94th Independence Brigade of the National Revolutionary Army." Liang Jun agreed and asked again, "Which unit belongs to you?"

The man said: "The captain of the Wolf Warrior Brigade of the Northwest Column of the Eighth Route Army, Wang Ye."

"Wang Ye, are you Captain Wang?" Liang Jun saluted, "I have long admired Daming."

Wang Ye waved his hand and asked again: "Where are your brigade commander and other brothers?"

"They..." Liang Jun immediately said with red eyes, "I, the only one with my brothers, was ordered to break through. Others, including the voyage, have already died in their country."

Wang Ye had actually guessed that this would be the case.

But after suddenly hearing this, he sighed.

At this time, Fan Guangou returned and said, "Chief of Staff, the large group of people from the puppet Mongolian cavalry are coming."

When Wang Ye looked up, he saw that thousands of pseudo-Mongolian cavalry had already been attacking. If he was entangled, it would be troublesome.

Wang Ye said at the moment: "Liang Jun, right? Come with us."

After saying that, Wang Ye turned around and shouted: "Monk, bring a captured war horse over."

During the fire exchange just now, dozens of pseudo-Mongolian cavalry were killed and more than twenty war horses were seized.

Wei Dayong immediately led a black war horse over and threw the reins to Liang Jun.

Liang army turned over and followed Wang Ye and the others into the forest. When the large group of puppet Mongolian cavalry arrived, the Eighth Route Army had already disappeared on the spot, and only dozens of cavalry and puppet Mongolian troops were left.

...

No. 11, Tieshizi Hutong, Peiping.
To be continued...