The sun rises again.

Huangweishan Field Hospital.

Surrounded by mountains.

It's like a paradise.

The sporadic gunshots sounded around them broke the tranquility.

There are too many wounded people in field hospitals and they cannot be transferred at all.

Outer west.

On the ridge.

A dirty figure hurried into the temporary command center in disguise and saluted the soldiers lying behind the fortification: "Report to the battalion commander, the defense line has been contracted, and the vanguard of the puppet army coming from the north has reached the first line of defense, and the brothers responsible for the outer line of defense in the north have been fired..."

The battalion commander with a dark face looked at the map in front of him, and his face became more and more gloomy: "The Japanese puppet army headed straight to our hospital. It seems that this place has been exposed long ago..."

The officer next to him looked pale: "Every division is sending people to us, and I can't hide it from the Japanese!"

The battalion commander turned around: "Continue to reconnaissance..."

The horse-faced company commander whispered: "Oh, why don't we..."

The battalion commander's face became even more gloomy and stared at the horse's face: "Qin Laoer, do you want to surrender to the enemy in the face of the battle?"

The company commander Ma Fang was shocked: "How is that possible! I mean... Before the Japanese have joined the siege, we still have time to run west now..."

The battalion commander's tone was cold: "Behind us, so many brothers are lying in the cave. Let them go away at this time? Are you still an individual?"

"One division of our more than 6,000 people is fighting only a few hundred numbers left to move, so we have to keep a seed..."

"Stop talking, as long as we can defend this ridge, the Japanese will not be able to surround the hospital..."

"Battery Commander...the Third Battalion Commander and others ran away..." The company commander was a little unwilling.

The battalion commander said in a stern tone: "Whoever says escape will be corrected on the spot!"

The observer next to him held a telescope and looked at the ridge to the west across the valley, shouting: "Report, northwest direction... a group of... guerrillas... Eighth Route Guerrillas!"

The battalion commander grabbed the telescope again and looked at his subordinates waving the signal flag on the west mountain Liangshan: "Eighth Route Guerrillas? How could there be Eighth Route Army in our defense area? Ask them...how many people are there?"

"No more than one hundred..."

"Strange, don't they know that a large number of Japanese puppet troops were sweeping in the mountains and coming up to die?"

The order was sent, and the scouts ran up the ridge one after another, and the reconnaissance spoke first: "Report to the battalion commander, something is wrong, a large number of Japanese soldiers came to the south, cutting off the traffic line in the west..."

The messenger gasped: "Report... the guard battalion urgently, abandoned the second line of defense, and all retreated to defend the hospital..."

The battalion commander's heart was sinking. He actually only had more than a hundred people under his command, so it was impossible to guard against the entire Western Front.

The organization has long been in chaos, and he, as the battalion commander, is the company commander!

The Japanese are here. If they give up the formation and retreat, the western defense line will collapse immediately, and the situation will be even more serious. Moreover, there are too many people in the division hospital and are too concentrated. If the Japanese planes bombard it, there will be no room for them to move around.

...

In the deserted valley.

The mountain people are busy.

After digging out the pit, throw bags of grain into the pit with a tent at the bottom, and then cover the top with a grease cloth covering the soil.

Then cover the mossy side of the stone upwards.

Other people were cutting down shrub branches and pretending to be weaving rings.

On the ridge next to it.

Hu Yi put down his telescope.

The telescope cannot see far from the mountain.

An hour ago, a gun suddenly rang in the Huangwei Mountain area in the southeast.

Then, the buzzing Japanese plane appeared in the distance.

The soldiers who had dispersed the reconnaissance did not return.

The old bandit Qi was a little confused: "Can they be the guys from the Second Battalion also took a fancy to Huang Weishan and started fighting with the defeated soldiers in the mountains?"

Xiao Hongying put down the telescope that looked at the plane hovering in the distance: "It's not a big deal, the gunshots are too wide, and there are only one hundred people in the second battalion. He doesn't have that great ability at all..."

Luo Fugui suddenly spoke: "Boss Hu, why not go back all of them. There are defeated soldiers everywhere in and outside the mountains. If Huangweishan is so easy to establish a mountain and a village, those defeated soldiers will definitely take the lead..."

The faint gunshots in the distance suddenly became dense, followed by the sound of a violent explosion of the hand bomb...

The old bandit Qi suddenly spoke: "No, there are mortars...the distance is no more than ten miles!"

Hu Yi's fingers swiped back and forth on the map.

After a while, scouts from all directions returned to the ridge and pointed to the map to tell us what they had found.

Hu Yi quickly marked the map, suddenly closed the map and stood up, and ordered: "All gather together, disguise, go east, go!"

...

Huangwei Mountain has been surrounded.

Guns and cannons were ringing, and the sound was deafening.

Balls of smoke churned and filled the hillside.

More than a hundred puppet troops stood on the gentle hillside.

Guarding supplies.

Everyone, including the civil servants, looked up at the battlefield not far away in fear.

The eyes followed the plane in the sky, and the plane with plaster was like an eagle catching a chicken in the sky, diving back and forth and dropping bombs and strafing.

The fake company commander was mixed with feelings.

The Imperial Army did not let its Imperial Army take the lead for the first time, and this seemed to be worthy of happiness.

It is not shameful to be suspected by the Imperial Army of his combat capabilities.

Besides, fighting this kind of tough battle is something that the Imperial Army can do.

In the distance, another bomb dropped by the plane collapsed from its hiding place and threw it high.

The puppet soldiers with tingling scalp were muttering.

Surprise: "This one must be flying higher than the guy who just exploded..."

Sighing: "These people are really strong and will never surrender if they fight to the death."

I had an idea: "If you vote for the Japanese, you can save your life. At worst, you can be scolded by others. The Imperial Army was so angry that it was not as good as a turn. I would probably have to... use crutches when I go to the underworld."

Contempt: "These idiots are so stupid."

Unfortunately: "Even if you don't want to surrender to the Japanese sincerely, wouldn't it be enough to find another opportunity to run away in the future?"

Sarcastic: "Why are those elm-wood heads not enlightened?"

To reason: "It's a dilemma of loyalty and filial piety. Isn't it beautiful to have my body taken it from my parents at all. Put down my gun and raise my hand and escape this disaster first?"

Confused: "Hey, why didn't the Imperial Army let us capture prisoners this time?"

Darkness: "Hehe, isn't it more beautiful to collect the corpse later?"

Looking forward: "Hahaha..."

Two brigades, nearly two thousand Japanese soldiers were divided into multiple routes, and Japanese soldiers were waving signal flags everywhere on the ridges.

There are yellow figures in every valley.

The aircraft dives and drops bombs, strafuses the defenders' cluster firepower, the mortars remove heavy fire points, and the grenade launcher attacks the cover.

Light and heavy machine guns suppress, infantry fire accurately, and then maintain the rhythm and advance step by step.

The bayonet stabbed the corpses on the ground one by one.

Don't make a rash move, don't intersperse.

The soldiers who resisted tenaciously quietly fought back.

Panic roars and screams sounded in pieces.

Another mortar shell filled the cannon barrel, and the gun tower was out of the borehole and smashed into the smoke that had not yet dissipated in the distance.

Boom boom boom boom...

Three shells landed around the mortar, and the landing point was no more than ten meters away from the mortar seat plate.

The mortar tube that fell to the ground was covered with blood and muscle tissue.

The machine gunner suddenly lay behind the Maxim heavy machine gun. The soldier in the smoke next to him immediately stepped forward, pulled the machine gunner away, and another person came up to start tidying up the sail cloth ammunition belt.

The flames flashed again at the trumpet of the machine gun, and the bullet link was pulled for more than half a meter...

Boom boom boom... Four or five grenades hit the heavy machine gun hard, and the machine gun team was silent again.

Then someone took over again...

The light machine gunner, who was still moaning, was moved away, and the women in white nurse's uniforms moved the wounded to a stretcher and carried away.

The light machine gun shook twice and then fired again.

More than ten steps of bullets roared again.

The soldier hiding behind the stone held a rifle probe and aimed and shot.

Then he pulled the bolt and fired another bullet. With a whistle, a bullet would drill into the soldiers' heads.

I no longer have the heart to consider the issue of death and immortality, but the difference between early death and late death.
Chapter completed!