The first thousand one hundred and seventy-first chapters
"Quick, run faster!"
There was a roar of artillery in the northwest of Baoying, and a large group of guerrilla officers and soldiers in ragged uniforms were running towards a village without any formation.
"Boom!"
The Japanese's shells seemed to have eyes. From time to time they flew over from a distance shrouded in gunpowder smoke behind them, and landed among the running crowd. With a roar like cracking gold and cracking rocks, from time to time someone screamed and was shot high up.
It exploded to the sky.
Many people were torn into pieces of flesh and blood by the tyrannical force of the shells before they even landed, covering the running crowd like rain. Everyone's body was covered in mud, dust and blood, making them look particularly embarrassed.
Faced with the shells that kept exploding around them, they did not dare to stop and collect the corpses of the bloody brothers who were bombed. They could only grit their teeth and run towards the distance desperately, because they knew that the brothers behind them could not withstand it.
how long.
Behind them, on the battlefield filled with choking gunpowder smoke, gunshots like exploding beans continued to ring out. It was the covering troops from behind who were blocking the little Japs.
At this moment, a large number of little Japs were pouring in from all directions like a tide. Some were attacking the covering troops behind them, while others were taking detours to try to block their retreat.
The little devils' mopping-up and suppression operations against the North Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps have lasted for a week. At the beginning, the guerrilla brothers relied on the vast space of the guerrilla zone to carry out dispersed guerrilla operations.
But the Japs were so insidious that they could not catch up with the elusive guerrillas, so they actually threatened the lives of ordinary people and even bloodbathed several villages.
Many of the officers and soldiers of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps were local disciples. Wherever they could bear it, they came out from their hiding places to beat the Japs in an attempt to lure the Japs away and prevent them from harming the local people.
It's a pity that this was originally a trap for the Japs. They had been waiting for the guerrilla officers and soldiers for a long time.
As soon as the guerrilla officers and soldiers came out, they were surrounded by Japanese soldiers. Feeling that something was wrong, the guerrilla officers and soldiers had to rush left and right to break out of the encirclement.
However, the Japs are powerful and have an absolute advantage in military strength. It is not that easy to break out of the Japs' encirclement.
What's more, the little devils are also shrewd. They set up a series of traps. They did not kill the small groups of guerrillas who surrounded them, but used them as bait to attract other guerrillas to come to the rescue.
Under the continuous trap of the Japanese, many scattered guerrilla companies in the situation were constantly involved in the battle, and then they were surrounded by the Japanese, and the situation deteriorated sharply.
When the battalion commanders of each battalion realized that something was wrong, the dispersed companies under their command had been divided and surrounded by the Japs.
They couldn't just watch their troops being wiped out by the Japanese. After all, they were all brothers fighting side by side in the trenches.
Although they knew it was the little devil's plot, the battalion commanders had to lead people to rescue them. However, the little devil was very strong, and it was not that easy to rescue the people.
When the blacksmith, the commander of the first battalion, took two companies of brothers to rescue people, he opened a hole in the Japanese encirclement and rescued a company that had suffered heavy losses from the encirclement.
But when they retreated, they suddenly found that they were trapped in a larger encirclement by the Japanese.
The blacksmith has been leading his brothers to fight left and right for a day, breaking through two blockades of the Japs one after another. Unfortunately, the Japs are like candy, clinging to them and unable to get rid of them no matter what.
As time went by, the blacksmiths and the others, who had been fighting fiercely for a day, could be said to have made no progress at all. They had been fighting and breaking through, and they were already exhausted.
But they didn't dare to stop, because once they stopped, more little devils would surround them, and then they would really have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.
"Quick, enter the village!"
The blacksmith and his group were running panting, and soon they saw a small village with only a few dozen tile-roofed houses in front of them. The blacksmith waved his hand and led the people towards the village.
Although the river network in Baoying is dense, most of the areas are flat areas with no obstructions. On such a battlefield, being chased by the superior Japs, it can be said that the guerrillas have no advantage at all.
This is also the reason why it is always difficult for the guerrilla brothers to escape from the siege of the Japs, because the Japs have a wide field of vision and can know which direction the guerrillas are running.
Moreover, the Japs have already deployed heavy troops in this area, including several infantry brigades. It can be said that important bridges and strongholds are all under their control.
As long as they determine which direction the guerrillas are running, the Japanese can call the troops in front to intercept them. Under such encirclement and interception, the guerrillas are indeed like trapped animals, and it is always difficult to break out of this cage.
The blacksmith, the battalion commander, was panting and rushed into the village with a group of running brothers. A few hundred meters behind them, the brothers covering the back were also chased by the bullets of the little devils.
Running over here.
"Quick, machine gun, cover brothers!"
The blacksmith, the commander of the first battalion, was covered in sweat and smoke mixed with dark gray. Without taking a breath, he ordered his brothers to immediately build cover.
Compared to the cover positions established in the empty plain areas relying on shallow ditches and field ridges, it can be said that the houses in this village allowed the brothers to finally find a decent bunker.
With the help of several brothers, the machine gunner quickly climbed up to the roof and set up the machine gun. All the brothers holding rifles also relied on the walls and windows to move their rifles out.
They all pressed the few remaining bullets into the magazine, and then panting heavily, they watched the brothers at the rear being chased by the Japanese.
"Gou Sheng! Take a few brothers to the village and tell the people to hide at home and not come out. Bullets don't have eyes!"
The blacksmith, the commander of the first battalion, leaned against a broken wall and glanced at the brothers who were retreating. He expected that the battle was about to start, and shouted behind him.
"Yes!" The adjutant named Gou Sheng grabbed his shell gun, stood up from his hiding place, ordered a few brothers and headed towards the village.
"The second platoon will go to two squads to set up defenses on the other side. Let's hold on until dark and then break through!"
The blacksmith and the others have been fighting against the Japs for a whole day, and their physical strength has been greatly exhausted. Now they really can't run anymore. Rather than being wiped out in the empty wilderness, it is better to rely on the village to persist until dark, and then think of a solution.
While the blacksmiths and others were nervously setting up defenses in the village, dozens of brothers from the rear were also desperately withdrawing towards the village.
"Puff puff!"
A large number of Japanese soldiers were chasing them. Bullets were flying across the sky, splashing the soil behind them. From time to time, stray bullets flew into the crowd and penetrated their bodies, spraying out blood mist. Some brothers fell to the ground.
"Quick, run fast!"
Seeing these brothers being chased and beaten by Japanese bullets, the hearts of the breathing brothers who had already entered the village were in their throats.