The 145th Division of the Sichuan Army was ordered to defend Guangde and fought with the Kataoka United without any follow-up troops.

During the few days of battle, Kataoka United suffered considerable casualties, but the Sichuan Army suffered even greater casualties.

Without subsequent troops to supplement and materials could not keep up, the soldiers could only fight with the enemy hungry.

On the other side of the Japanese, there were cavalry from the direction of Si'an in Changxing, and bombers in the air bombed Guangde.

Even so, the Japanese corps captain Kakuji Kakuji sent a squadron to cut off the Hiroshima Highway.

After knowing the situation, the Kuomintang army reopened this path of life for the choice.

General Rao sent telegrams to Shangfeng for help many times, but in the end he only got a sentence "There is man, and Guangde is here."

At this point, Guangde's Sichuan Army became an isolated army.

Facing the surging Japanese devils, General Rao asked his guard to find a carpet.

He sat in the dusk of the wilderness, pulled out his pistol and went to his temple. With a gunshot, the general died and the Japanese tanks entered Guangde City.

"Go home? Can we go home?"

A Sichuan soldier's chapped lips kept trembling, and his legs trembled and took a step forward.

"Sir, you said we can go home?"

Li Yunlong nodded vigorously, but the thousands of words in his heart came to his mouth but could not speak.

After a while, two words were squeezed out: "Yes!"

At this moment, all the Sichuan Army's eyes were red and they couldn't help crying loudly.

Since the outbreak of the war, more than 3.5 million Sichuan troops have come out to fight against Japan. They have left their hometowns just to resist foreign enemies.

And the most order they received was to hold on.

"Go home!" These two short words were what they wanted to hear the most, but no one had ever told them.

Li Yunlong walked up to the soldier, stretched out his hand, wanting to shake hands to express his welcome.

But when the soldier raised his right hand, except for the hollow sleeves, there was only a bandage with red blood stains.

Li Yunlong had red eyes and raised his left hand, but the same was true.

Li Yunlong took a step back and saluted solemnly: "Salute to the brothers of the Sichuan Army!"

As soon as Li Yunlong finished speaking, everyone stood up straight and gave the most solemn military salute.

The soldiers of the Sichuan Army also supported each other and stood up to give a gift.

Not long after, Tian Yu led the medical team and the people from the kitchen team to the temple. After seeing the scene in front of him, everyone was moved.

Without any hesitation, the medical team immediately began to bandage the wounds and apply medicine to treat the wounded.

The squad leader of the cooking squad even handed the food to their hands one by one with steamed buns and porridge.

The Sichuan soldiers held steamed buns in one hand and thick porridge in the other, and swallowed them voraciously.

A Sichuan soldier took two steamed buns carefully in front of Li Yunlong's aisle and handed one of the steamed buns to Li Yunlong.

"Sir, haven't asked you yet, you are..."

Li Yunlong took the steamed bun and smiled and said, "Formerly the commander of the new first regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army, Li Yunlong, the commander of the Independent Regiment of the Northeast Eighth Route Army!"

The Sichuan soldiers nodded, not too surprised.

It should be said that he didn't know Li Yunlong's name. When Li Yunlong became famous in Cangyunling, Guangde had already lost.

The escaped Sichuan Army was wandering all the way and could not know the news from the outside world.

"Brother, after Guangde was lost, have you never thought about returning to Sichuan or joining other troops?"

The soldier was stunned and his eyes were red: "I thought about it!"

"But before we came out, we swear that we would not return to Sichuan without retreating the Japanese army."

"We have lost the battle, so how can we have the attitude to go back to see the villagers."

Speaking of this, all the Sichuan soldiers lowered their heads, like children who had done something wrong.

Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang nodded slightly.

Zhao Gang stepped forward and patted his shoulder: "You are heroes, and the villagers should be proud of you!"

"You are worthy of the people, and even more worthy of China!"

Li Yunlong nodded: "What about you? Have you ever considered joining other troops since then?"

"Think about it!" said the Sichuan soldiers: "After Guangde was lost, we also encountered a national army, but they looked down on us and called us traitors and wanted to shoot us."

"Sir, if we die on the road to fighting the Japanese, we will admit it, but if we die from our own people, we are unwilling to accept it!"

"Then you didn't try to explain to the people from the National Army?" Li Wu asked frowned.

"Explain it!" Another Sichuan soldier cursed angrily: "Those turtle grandchildren shoot when they see me, and don't give us a chance to speak!"

"There is no way, we can only hide from them. When we see them, we can only hide from them far away!"

"Sir, we are not traitors, we just want to fight the Japanese!"

The "little beggar" who had been before immediately stood up and said.

Li Yunlong smiled slightly: "I know, you are all heroes."

"In this way, you can keep it here for a while. When the injury is cured, I will give you dry food and arrange someone to take you home!"

The Sichuan troops were stunned and stood up after looking at each other.

"Sir, we won't go back. We want to fight the Japanese. We want to fight the Japanese with you."

"Yes, we don't need fame and fortune to fight the Japanese, nor do we get promoted or wealth. As long as we can fight the Japanese, we can be cannon fodder!"

For a moment, all the Sichuan Army soldiers expressed their opinions, saying that they wanted to follow Li Yunlong to fight the Japanese.

Li Yunlong nodded: "I can understand your feelings, but you have been out of Sichuan for so many years, don't you miss home?"

"Think!" said a soldier: "Sir, to be honest, I have followed the troops out of Sichuan to fight against Japan since 37 years, and it has been a lot of years."

"I miss my parents and my girls, but I know I can't go back!"

"If all of us soldiers go home, then thousands of people will be homeless."

"If, I mean, if, if one day, I die on the battlefield, then my ghost will definitely go back, even if it is leaving."

"But, I am still alive now. Since I am alive, I have to fight the Japanese until I beat them out and drive them out of our China!"

Li Yunlong nodded, stood up and said, "Okay!"

"You Sichuan Army will not let down the people and the country, and I, Li Yunlong, will not let down you!"

"I, Li Yunlong, promise you that I will take you to fight the Japanese. When the Japanese are beaten away, I will send you back to Sichuan in person!"

"Thank you, sir!" Everyone, Chuan Jun, roared in unison.

At the same time, the Japanese also began to take action, and special forces were quietly gathering.

"Report to your Excellency Colonel, the Gang Village Special Agents have been assembled!"

The Japanese colonel nodded: "Yoxi, bring your things and prepare to go to Frost City!"

"Remember, don't have a head-on conflict with Li Yunlong's troops. Retreat immediately after the mission is completed!"

Chapter 737: Sichuan Army joins Li Yunlong, the ghost who is ready to move
Chapter completed!