Captain Pei's face was serious.

Bian Xu buried mines and shot black guns through the road, successfully delaying the speed of the Japanese march south.

But the Japanese puppet army reacted, and the heavy machine guns of the armored vehicles and the dense firepower of the puppet army rifles made the soldiers in the green gauze tent unable to raise their heads at all.

The soldiers hiding in the blue veil and fighting the black gun began to suffer casualties.

Moreover, as time goes by, casualties gradually increase.

In just half an hour, more than ten soldiers were sacrificed, and more than 30 injured were injured and unable to move.

The old Chinese doctors who accompanied the team had no more ways than bandaging the wounded and applying herbs to the wound.

It is not a big problem to have an injury to the arms and legs as long as the blood vessels are not broken.

However, injuring in the summer, infection became the biggest threat to the soldiers.

No one knows whether he can survive or not.

...

A large group of Japanese soldiers who were reinforced to the south were actually blocked by a small Tu Eighth Route Army.

The risk of continuing to move in the dark night was too great, and the Japanese Captain decided not to rely on armored vehicles or cars.

He believed that it was impossible for Tujia Road to set up large-scale ambush on all roads on the plains.

Immediately let my subordinate squadron leader guard the cars and armored vehicles loaded with baggage.

Other Japanese puppet troops only brought guns and replenished ammunition, and all ran forward.

In this way, the digging of the trenches and broken roads on Tuba Road was in vain.

The little trick of hiding in the green gauze tent to fight ambush, the imperial army led by the puppet army will not suffer any further losses.

The sound of footsteps sounded on the road, and the puppet army with torches advanced southward.

The Imperial Army Brigade was behind, and the pseudo-sponsor who was forced to be a vanguard by a rifle machine gun had no choice but to order his men to run in front as cannon fodder.

Of course, he can be the leader of the group, so he also has some brushes. While jogging, he explained to the adjutant: "Hurry up and explain carefully to the brothers. Before the Eighth Route Army fires, no one can shoot in the green gauze tent..."

The adjutant was worried: "If we step on the landmines buried by the Eighth Route Army, we will still have brothers who have broken legs and fewer arms..."

"Unfortunate and tragic, don't you know to let them walk on the side of the road?" The fake regiment commander immediately gave an instruction: "The Eighth Route Army lacks supplies and it is impossible to bury mines all over the road."

The platoon leader next to him rolled his eyes and lowered his voice: "Captain, why don't we send two brothers to discuss with the Tujiao Route Army?"

"How to discuss?" The puppet regiment commander did not get angry. It was difficult to be a puppet army because they had family members and roots.

"You think, let's take the lead of the Japanese. The one who hurts the most is our brother, and the one who dies the most is our brother. And this time, the eighth Route Army will beat the eighth Route Army hard. Those eighth Route Army will also use their usual means: settle the accounts after autumn."

"Since you mentioned this...what do you have any good ideas?"

"I think that these days, I'm going to be on two boats...it's safer... I'll give them some bullets, what do you think..."

"Then you bring the two brothers over and agree to them, don't attack me, otherwise I will be afraid of me if I act ruthlessly!"

"Don't worry, commander, I promise to complete the task!" The pseudo-guard platoon leader immediately prepared to arrange people to work.

The adjutant's mind was turning quickly and quickly added: "Also, wait a moment, let some brothers enter the Qingwei tent..."

“Why?”

The adjutant looked cautious: "You are stupid. If we are pioneers, our brothers must be clean and unabated, and no one will lose their lives, how can we explain to the Imperial Army?"

The pseudo-sponsor: "That's right, the Japanese have military police and military doctors. If we have a body and no wounded, we can't hide this matter..."

The pseudo-guard platoon leader came up with a trick: "At worst, I can ask my brothers to drill a few holes into their arms and legs."

The adjutant had long thought of a solution: "Hehe, I have a good solution."

The fake leader stopped: "If you have farts, let it go..."

"Isn't it enough to let a few trustworthy brothers go to the Eighth Route Army and change their wounded men's clothes and carry them over."

"Gao, really high!" The pseudo-sponsor immediately looked at his subordinates with admiration, and said in a sarcastic tone: "It seems that you have dealt with the Eighth Route Army a lot..."

The adjutant who usually hangs with the leader of the group doesn't care: "It depends on what you said, the leader is teaching well on weekdays."

The platoon leader next to him was used to this scene.

He quickly drew out more than 20 confidants, and finished the explanation under the intentional cover of the fake group leader, and quickly got into the gauze tent.

Long-distance marching is a test for these puppet troops who are usually lax in training.

The conversation between the leader and his confidant will naturally not be spread everywhere.

Ordinary puppet soldiers were still worried.

Because walking on the road at night may lead to black guns or a landmine may cause leg blowout.

A smart man directly left the team and went to the green gauze tent to become a deserter.

It's similar to the idea of ​​the fake leader.

The guard platoon leader quickly led the way to the front line.

Tujia Road on both sides of the highway continues to throw grenades on the highway.

Even the sound of mine explosions sounded one after another.

The platoon leader of the guard immediately ordered everyone to lie down and fight back, and gunfire sounded from time to time.

The firefight between the two sides was extremely fierce.

Moreover, the puppet army carried the wounded from time to time...

The Japanese captain behind him was in a bad mood.

What’s unhappy is that the speed of progress is very slow, slightly faster than the snail.

Fortunately, the Tujiao Route Army must be the main force, and the sound of bullets whistling is endless.

Along the way, I saw more than ten bodies of the Imperial Army placing on the roadside.

More than twenty injured people, and there seemed to be still on the road ahead.

Fortunately, the Imperial Army did not lose.

I thought the Imperial Army was quite brave in fighting.

They could not feel cold, so they immediately ordered the military doctor to treat him well, and the dead Imperial Army returned and rewarded him after he returned.

It seems inappropriate to think of the rule that the Imperial Army should carry no more than 30 ammunitions formulated by the headquarters.

He ordered his subordinates to replenish ammunition for the Imperial Army ahead.

...

The Japanese military doctor squatted on the side of the road and performed surgery on the injured Imperial Army.

The team is still moving forward, so the operation is naturally not as detailed as it is for the Japanese.

Ask several Royal Army troops to help suppress the wounded who are struggling desperately.

The scalpel casually cuts the wound, and the camera pulls the shrapnel outward.

Japanese devils, my grandma... the wounded cursed.

The Japanese military doctors are knowledgeable and of course they can understand the meaning of the Japanese in the wounded.

I didn't think about anything else, just smiled badly, stretched out my hand and pressed it against the wound until the wounded rolled his eyes.

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This operation is quite easy, and it doesn't require surgery on the Imperial Army soldiers, but also needs to consider the feelings of the wounded.

There may even be a blow to the wounded...

The Japanese team did not stop moving forward.

Soon, the wounded lying on the ground could only see the back of the Japanese back team.

Several black shadows emerged from the green gauze tent on the side of the road.

The wounded person who placed the stretcher on the highway was carried into the green gauze tent.

As soon as the injured person woke up, he heard the familiar humming sound of the wounded person behind him and suddenly asked, "Dog, can you stop humming?"

The dog stopped humming and continued: "Brother Manniu, I just had surgery on us and it seemed like I was a Japanese?"

"Haha, you're still scolding the Japanese devils for his grandma..."

The puppet army following behind him answered: "The Japanese are at least thirty years old, and his grandmother must not be seventy years old and eighty-year-old white-haired. Can you do this even?"

"Brother, your surname?" The wounded may have forgotten the pain, or the pain is numb and he stopped humming.

"Everyone meets by chance and gets farewell in a blink of an eye, why bother ask for your name..." The puppet army dared not tell the other party his real name.

The wounded said excitedly: "A real man goes around the world, never changes his surname, and never changes his name..."

"No, no, after we leave this time, I will walk on my single-plank bridge, you will walk on your Yangguan Road, and don't know me if you see me in the future."

"I said, how good is it for you to follow us to fight the Japanese? You have to be a puppet army and let someone stab you in the backbone?"

"Don't talk about these useless things. You have been an Eighth Route Army for so long, but you haven't seen your family live well, and you've been beaten so miserably by the Imperial Army."

"Let the Japanese be cannon fodder be like you are not living a miserable life!"

"It's not easy to live these days, and life is even more difficult."
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