"Yes, I just joined the army. I heard that their troops were heading to Luodian in Jiading County." Speaking of this, Lin Xiaohe looked worried.

"How could he join the army? How could he join the army? He is still a student." Zi Su didn't want to believe this reality or accept this reality. She whispered softly, as if she had a magical disease.

Seeing Zi Su's appearance, Lin Xiaocheng, Zhao Jianmei, and Lin Xiaohe were all a little surprised. Lin Zhentang, Cao Yougen, and Bai Wan looked at each other.

Suddenly, Zi Su woke up and asked seriously: "Doctor Zhao, the newspaper said that a large number of Japanese reinforcements appeared in Luodian. Why do you want him, a student doll, to go to the front line?"

Zisu's tone obviously had a sense of blame, and he stared at Zhao Jianmei.

Hearing Zi Su's words, Zhao Jianmei's face showed a look of worry, and she didn't know how to answer, and she was speechless for a moment.

Hearing Zi Su's blaming and looking at her aggressive eyes, Lin Xiaohe felt strange in her heart and said in a stiff tone: "This is Yang An's own choice, and we have nothing to do."

After saying that, even Lin Xiaohe herself didn't know why she said this. Afterwards, she realized that it was Zi Su's excessive concern and "forced" her to say this.

"Is it his own choice?" Hearing Lin Xiaohe's words, Zi Su felt a sense of loss. Zi Su's tone also weakened, and she couldn't help but ask softly.

"Yes, he followed the troops of the 11th Division of the National Army to Luodian. You can't see him today." Suddenly, he thought that Zi Su's trip was entirely to see Yang An, and Zhao Jianmei said lightly.

"Oh, it's really a pity." Zi Su sighed.

Zhao Jianmei and Lin Xiaohe saw disappointment in her eyes.

"Zi Su, thank you for coming to see us!" Zhao Jianmei thanked.

"It's good to see you here if you haven't seen Yang An." Feeling Zhao Jianmei's sincere gratitude, Zi Su said with a smile.

"Doctor Zhao, your own clinic has been closed, and the whole family is here to treat the wounded soldiers. This is the most respected person in this era. Alas, I am not a real Chinese, and I didn't expect to leave Shanghai so soon." Zi Su looked at Zhao Jianmei and the other two with praise in her eyes. When she spoke, she immediately lowered her eyebrows and looked dim.

"Zi Su, don't think so. No one wants the country to suffer from war. You are also the victim of this war. It is not convenient for you to be alone in Shanghai. All your family has gone to the United States, so of course you have to go to the United States."

Hearing this, Zi Su felt a little relieved. She greeted everyone and turned around and left alone. She did not stop the rickshaw immediately, but walked away. Before she left, Zhao Jianmei and Lin Xiaohe still saw loneliness in her beautiful eyes and slightly frowned eyebrows, as well as hidden deep worries.

Zi Su was walking aimlessly on the street market. Hearing the dull sound of cannons from afar. Thinking of Yang An on the battlefield, he walked step by step, and his worries deepened bit by bit.

In Juyuanqiao Town, the Japanese army, compressed in a corner of the western end of the town, started a crazy counterattack with the help of air firepower support.

The four-eyed platoon leader fell on his back and felt aching in a room. His butt fell so hard that he could not stand up for a moment. The rain of tiles falling from the sky caught him off guard because of the wooden components in the room. No matter how he avoided, his body could not move. He could only wave his arms and try to block the tiles that hit his face. After a "clang, clang" sound, some broken tiles hit his body and face. His cheeks were scratched by a not-so-large broken tiles, and his face was so painful.

Yuan Qifu touched his face, looked at the blood on his hands, and cursed hatefully: "Damn it, Japanese devils! Fortunately, he didn't smash his glasses."

Then, I felt a little lucky because my glasses were still intact.

Soon, blood was covered with half of his face. The four-eyed platoon leader tried to get up, once, twice, and the third time, finally got up with difficulty. He took two strange steps and picked up the mid-formal rifle. He felt that the stinging pain from the vertebra behind his butt was unbearable, so he lay on the rafter leaning on the ground, stretched his left hand and gently touched the tailbone, rubbing it from light to heavy, "Ah--", the stinging pain came again, and the four-eyed platoon leader shouted.

The four-eyed platoon leader wanted to relieve the sting as soon as possible by rubbing it, and rub it from light to heavy again, "Ah--" and shouted loudly again.

"Platform leader, are you injured?" Qin Weihua appeared in the ruins and asked with concern.

"Fortunately, I fell off the roof, a little bit of a word." The four-eyed platoon leader said, covering his pain.

Qin Weihua came over from the ruins, and two soldiers outside looked around alertly.

The four-eyed platoon leader heard the sound of fighting from the street behind him, and suddenly remembered Yang An and shouted in surprise: "No, Yang An is still there!"

After saying that, the four-eyed platoon leader stood up, and drilled on the other side, shouting: "You all follow me, hurry up! Follow me!"

At this time, the four-eyed platoon leader stopped again, took out the bayonet, installed the bayonet on the rifle. After installing the bayonet, he continued to drill forward. Suddenly, his feet became weak, his body shook, or he was pulling the tailbone. His whole body twitched like cramps, and he screamed: "Ah---!"

Qin Weihua rushed over, supported the platoon leader, and said, "Plane Commander, if you are injured, please stay here. I will take my brothers over here and I will definitely bring people back with you!"

The four-eyed platoon leader saw Qin Weihua's firm eyes and nodded and said, "Okay, you go first, I'll come after the break, so you must pay attention to safety."

On the street, Japanese soldiers counterattacked with no chance, rushing towards the national army like a tide. In the face of the strong counterattack of the Japanese army, the national army briefly retreated at the beginning. However, how could the brave soldiers of the National Army be willing to hand over the place they had desperately taken back to the Japanese?

Soon, the soldiers of the National Army fought like a tide. After a round of battle, the two tides gathered together. The National Army soldiers fought head-on with the Japanese counterattacking and began close-killing battles.

The soldiers of the 11th Division were well-trained. Although they were weaker in assassination than Japanese in their assassination skills, they did not allow any intimate assassination momentum. The soldiers from both sides looked for one and fought together.

As soon as the two sides contacted, a soldier from the Kuomintang and the Japanese died together. Both sides pierced the opponent's chest with a bayonet. A trace of blood hung on the tip of the sword shining with cold light on the backs. The violent pain twisted the faces of the soldiers of the Kuomintang, and their brows were squeezed tightly together. The soldiers of the Kuomintang were bitten again and shouted loudly: "You little Japanese, come on!"

By shouting, he pounced forward, and the bayonet showed a longer part behind the Japanese. The Japanese grinned, blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. He smiled strangely, and suddenly rotated the gun surface hard. The bayonet rotated in the opponent's chest. The soldiers of the Chinese army widened their eyes in an instant and fell to the ground with the Japanese unwilling to do so.

Soon, the advantages of Japanese soldiers' assassination techniques appeared. The streets were covered with blood, and the bodies of soldiers on both sides were everywhere, but most of them were soldiers of the National Army.

A Japanese soldier's sergeant found a thin-bodied sergeant, and a sprint came to him. The sergeant of the sergeant skilled in stabbing the flash of cold light. When the Japanese soldier saw that his opponent's movements were so proficient that he was almost instinctive, he knew that he had encountered a tough guy. His face darkened, and he retried the bayonet and another sprint.

The National Army Sergeant used another move to prevent stabbing, but found that a cold light flashed and did not touch the opponent's bayonet. It turned out that the opponent was using a false move and was testing. The National Army Sergeant immediately recovered the bayonet and prepared to prepare for counterattack.
Chapter completed!