The 145th Regiment of the 25th Division was the last to withdraw from the position, and they were the troops guarding the flanking positions.

Their regiment suffered more than half of their casualties. Since reinforcements failed to arrive in time, they could only retreat under the unified arrangement of the division headquarters.

Because they were afraid that the Japanese army would discover the retreat, they naturally became more careful when retreating, and they would not reveal light or make loud noises.

But even so, it is impossible for hundreds of people to marches in the dark night without making any sound. There are rustling footsteps, the sound of weapons collisions, and occasionally soldiers slipping on the mountain road.

The entire 17th Army fought against the Japanese army in Gubeikou this time, and the National Government issued a death order to resist the Japanese army outside Gubeikou.

You should know that the Great Wall line is the gateway to North China. If the Great Wall line falls into the hands of the Japanese army, then the Japanese army can have a glimpse of Peking.

In the eyes of someone from the National Government, the three eastern provinces and even the four eastern provinces can be lost. After all, that is not his own territory, but if the Japanese army attacks Peiping, it will threaten his own safety.

How could the 17th Army, as the direct unit of the Nanjing government, not be able to sacrifice one's life or death?

But isn't this the case with war? It's not that you can win if you are not afraid of death. The entire 25th Division on the front line of Gubeikou has suffered heavy casualties. Even though you know that it will be useless to resist, you can only withdraw and preserve your strength for the 25th Division.

No matter what happened in the future, the 25th Division was defeated this time, and the 145th Regiment naturally also defeated the battle.

Although they are now retreating to the Nantianmen, thirty miles south from Gubeikou, the line of the Great Wall was finally lost. In other words, the longest mountain that has protected the Central Plains since ancient times was lost. The dead were determined to kill the enemy but were unable to serve the country. How could the survivors not be in a heavy mood?

In this heavy atmosphere, the troops had been marching for more than an hour. The soldier at the end of the company at the end of the 145th Regiment couldn't help but look back at the dark twilight when he followed the troops.

The night was dark and it was pitch black everywhere, and the mountain had long melted into the darkness.

The reason why he turned around was just thinking about those who had already died. Their ranks were now only one class left.

Although he has no culture, in two days, those who were so vivid in front of him were separated from his yin and yang. How could he not feel sad?

But just as he turned around, he suddenly heard some sound behind him.

No way? He heard the sound behind him, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

When he evacuated from the position, he was the last person. How could other sounds appear behind him?

Haunted? But the soldier's first thought when he heard the voice behind him, but then he denied his opinion.

Before he joined the army, he really believed that there were ghosts in this world.

But after he experienced the war, especially after this battle with the Japanese army, he no longer believed that there were ghosts in this world.

If there are ghosts in this world, then there are no ghosts floating around on the wing positions he has participated in the defense in the past two days!

Thinking of this, he stopped his steps and listened again. This time, he was right, there was indeed footsteps behind him.

Didn’t the Japanese catch up again?

Thinking of this, he quickly turned around and trotted forward.

It was just that he ran a few steps before colliding with the person in front of him.

"What are you doing? You're so frivolous!" The person who was hit whispered to him.

That was a platoon leader in their company and the highest commander left in their company.

"Platform Commander Sun, listen, there is a voice behind you! Could it be that the Japanese were following you?" The soldier quickly reported in a low voice.

When the platoon leader Sun heard what he said, he stopped and began to listen. Sure enough, he heard the vague sound of footsteps on the mountain they had just walked not far away.

"It's okay, it must be the sentry from Maoershan who is back!" The platoon leader Sun guessed, and then he scolded the soldier and said, "Where did the Japanese devils come from? Look at those little Japanese dare to fight us at night?"

"Oh," the soldier responded and stopped talking, so he followed the troops and continued to move forward.

He knew about Maoershan because when he was guarding his position these two days, he also heard gunfire coming from the direction of Maoershan.

He knew that when he was about to fight, the regiment sent a checkpoint consisting of seven people to the direction of Maoer Mountain.

But those seven people were not from their company.

Just before dark, he saw soldiers secretly heading towards Maoer Mountain, which was to greet the people who were looking for the checkpoint to retreat.

Since the platoon leader said he was his own person and that this was true, the soldier felt relieved and then walked with the large army at night.

As the team moved forward, the footsteps behind us became closer, but at this time the soldier felt something was wrong.

He thought something was wrong?

He suddenly felt that the footsteps were wrong. This was a mountainous area. When walking, it was a mountain road, and sometimes it was inevitable that the mountain road was a stone.

Different shoes make different sounds when walking on the mountain road.

For example, the shoes worn by the soldiers of the 145th Regiment were all rubber-sole shoes. The shoes were quite comfortable to wear, very light, and the soles were soft and hard, and there was a rustling sound when walking on the mountain road.

But now he heard the "dang" sound of footsteps behind him, as if the sound of metal colliding on a stone slab.

Although the sound was not very loud, he dared to confirm that it was definitely not the sound of rubber-sole shoes stepping on the stone.

"Platform Commander Sun, it's not right!" The soldier greeted the commander again.

"What's wrong?" the platoon leader Sun asked with some displeasure.

"If you listen to the sound behind you, why don't I hear it like the sound of our shoes stepping on the stone?" The soldier quickly reported.

"Huh?" When the soldier said this, the platoon leader Sun stopped and began to listen.

After listening for a while, his face changed slightly in the darkness.

We can't blame this soldier for being too careful. The "dangdang" sound mixed with the footsteps he heard was definitely not the sound that the soldiers of their 25th Division could make.

That sound is more similar to the sound of leather boots with heels stepping on a stone.

But at first he judged that the soldier who was catching up with him was the one on the mailing card of Maoershan, which was wrong!

There were 7 people in total, all of whom were ordinary soldiers, so how could anyone wear leather boots?

Thinking of this, the platoon leader Sun was alert. He whispered to the soldier, and he accelerated his pace.

The footsteps behind the army did not stop, but they still rushed forward, and at this time the soldier had already lifted up the rifle in his hand.

It’s better to be careful when fighting life and death!

A few minutes later, a sudden shout came from the sound of chasing footsteps behind him: "Stop and don't move! If you dare to move, shoot us! Which part of it?"

The footsteps behind this silence came to an abrupt end, and then someone replied loudly: "Don't shoot yourself!"

"Who is your own person with you?" someone shouted again in the darkness.

When my own people heard it, they felt a big smell in their accent!

The 145th Regiment belongs to the 25th Division, and the 25th Division belongs to the 17th Army. Most of their troops come from the south.

The accent of southerners is naturally different from that of northerners. They call grandma "lǎilǎi" and drinks "drinks" and urine, which is normal.

There is nothing ridiculous about this. China has too many populations and many dialects!

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, we are from the Northeast Army!" At this time, someone from the people behind answered loudly, but it was Wang Laomao's voice. Shang Zhen and the others finally caught up.

Shang Zhen and the others are very lucky.

They came over from the flank position, and just as the 25th Division had already evacuated the position, they were not trapped in the double-team between the enemy and us.
Chapter completed!