Japanese Major Higashikata Shotaro's expression became more and more impatient. From time to time he lowered his head to check the watch on his wrist. The hands were still turning rhythmically. A full two hours had passed, but the Chinese troops that had harassed them never returned.
Did not appear again.
Did they withdraw? Or did they discover the trap they had set? Major Shotaro Higashi didn't know, but based on his understanding of the commander of this defeated army, he was not only decisive and sharp, but also cautious. If he felt that there was danger, he would definitely put oil on his feet.
He immediately ran away without fighting, as cunning as a fox, but Higashishotaro was still waiting, hoping that the fox would bite the hook.
Time passed minute by minute. The long and meaningless waiting not only made Major Shoutaro Higashi impatient, but also the Japanese soldiers hiding in ambush around the camp complained endlessly. The ground was hard and cold, and the cold wind kept blowing along their collars.
After pouring it into their clothes, their hands and feet were already numb from the cold.
Lying still for a long time made the thighs of many Japanese soldiers numb and stiff. In addition, after chasing Yang Ling and others all day, they were sleepy and tired. Many Japanese soldiers lying on the ground began to fight with their eyelids, and they began to fight unsatisfactorily.
Drooping and drowsy.
The atmosphere in the wilderness where the cold wind was howling was strange. The Japanese camp where the tents were standing was completely silent. There was not even a snoring sound. There were only a few Japanese sentries holding 38 rifles shaking and looking around. They secretly cursed the defeated troops in China's attack.
Not coming yet.
During the torturous waiting, Major Shotaro Higashi fell asleep while sitting on the bed, leaning on his saber. His body slipped and almost fell to the ground. He opened his eyes and looked at his watch. It was almost midnight, and there was nothing outside yet.
movement.
Higashikata Taro frowned, could it be that China's defeated troops really left?
He called a Japanese second lieutenant who was shivering from the cold into the tent and asked: "Is there any movement among the Chinese?"
The Japanese second lieutenant shook his head. He was also very puzzled. The Chinese soldiers hiding in the dark would harass them every half an hour, but now three hours had passed, but there was no movement. Their ambush
It also became a decoration, which made him depressed.
After thinking for a moment, Japanese Major Shotaro Azuma stood up and took a deep breath: "We can't wait any longer. Let each squadron withdraw immediately and sleep."
Waiting aimlessly is torturous and painful. Higashi Shotaro is no longer prepared to wait any longer, because he knows that the soldiers are exhausted, and if they cannot get a good rest, tomorrow's pursuit will be greatly compromised.
"Sir, what if they come to harass me again?" the Japanese second lieutenant asked with a frown.
Major Shotaro Azuma replied categorically: "They probably won't come back in the middle of the night. They have been running away all day and are equally exhausted."
The second lieutenant nodded in agreement with the analysis of Major Shotaro Azuma. After all, the physical strength of the defeated Chinese troops was limited. They were tired from chasing for a whole day. The Chinese people should not be much better. The attack in the first half of the night had already surprised them. If the next
If they attack again in the middle of the night, they will not have the strength to escape tomorrow.
The Japanese soldiers who were ambushing in the darkness around the camp all retreated to the camp according to the order and began to rest. After working hard for most of the night, they were as tired as dogs. They lay down and fell asleep.
Although Major Higashi Shotaro judged that Yang Ling and the others would not come again, the security of the camp was still raised to a higher level, with a full infantry squad on standby.
Major Higashi Shotarou also put on his clothes again and went to bed. He felt very aggrieved by Yang Ling and the others' torment. In addition, he was tired from the journey and soon fell asleep.
Yang Ling was wrapped in a torn army blanket and lay sleeping lightly in the withered grass. The howling cold wind woke him up from the cold. When he opened his eyes, he didn't know when the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed, revealing the stars.
He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was already two o'clock in the morning. He originally wanted to rest for three hours before attacking the Japanese soldiers, but he never thought that he overslept. Several other brothers were also fast asleep. They
The days are really tiring.
"Wake up, wake up, get up." Yang Ling went over with a gun and patted them awake one by one.
Liu Yidao wrapped himself in an old cotton coat and began to work. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and raised his head and asked Yang Ling: "Batalion Commander, what time is it -"
"It's already two o'clock. Wake up and wake up. Let's go beat up the Japanese a few more times to prevent them from sleeping peacefully."
After Yang Ling and the others checked their weapons and ammunition, they quickly and quietly walked towards the silent Japanese camp.
What Yang Ling and the others didn't know was that it was precisely because they overslept and delayed the estimated time that they avoided the door of hell.
Soon, gunshots were fired again in the silent night. Grenades were thrown from several directions in the Japs camp. Fires rumbled and some Japs let out shrill howls. It was particularly frightening in such a night.
"Withdraw!" Yang Ling still implemented the harassment tactics and retreated as soon as the Japanese were awakened. He was not willing to fight or fight head-on. Anyway, he just couldn't let the Japanese sleep comfortably.
The Japanese soldiers grabbed their guns and got up angrily. Their good temper was worn away by repeated attacks. They couldn't see Yang Ling and his men, and they fired in anger into the surrounding wilderness, bang.
There was a loud banging sound, which made me feel a little bit angry.
"Hey, battalion commander, I'm afraid this Japs is going to be pissed to death." Hearing the dense and messy gunshots behind him, Liu Yidao grinned, showing his big white teeth, and laughed.
Someone gloated and echoed: "We have to make the little devils sleepless and see if they still have the strength to chase us tomorrow."
"Batalion Commander, should we go back to sleep or continue fighting?" Someone looked at Yang Ling and asked.
Yang Ling heard the gunshots coming from the Japs camp and said maliciously: "Let's go back in ten minutes. Even if we can't kill or injure them, it's okay to disgust them."
Now Yang Ling is really confident. Anyway, the main force of their defeated troops has withdrawn to a safe place to rest. They don't have to worry about revenge from the Japs. Moreover, the Japs have a large number of soldiers and a lot of baggage, making them the best living targets.
With the cover of the night, as long as they were careful, they could harass the Japanese camp unscrupulously in order to achieve their goal of tiring out the Japanese soldiers.
Facing the behemoth of the Japs Brigade, Yang Ling didn't have such a big appetite to eat, but he could still tear off a piece of meat with sporadic beatings. Even if a piece of meat couldn't be sizzled, it would be so disgusting that they couldn't sleep.
Yang Ling and the others spent the whole night tossing around the Japanese camp, and then they evacuated at dawn. This Japanese soldier was tortured to a terrible extent by them. The Japanese soldiers who were tortured over and over again had dark circles under their eyes and looked haggard.
And the Japs Major Shotaro Higashi, who had not slept all night, even had his eyes red and swollen. It was unclear whether he was angry or lacked sleep.
"Start immediately! Pursue!" Japanese Major Higashikata Shotaro couldn't wait to vent the anger in his heart, and the rout of troops in front was the best target to vent his anger. Now that it was dawn, the initiative had been restored.
In their hands.
The exhausted Japanese soldiers hurriedly went on the road and rushed towards Yang Ling and his group of defeated troops, hoping to avenge their previous humiliation.
As for Yang Ling and the defeated troops, they had a good night's sleep and their physical strength had been fully restored. When Yang Ling and the others withdrew, they started a new day's retreat.
Yang Ling and the other assault team members enjoyed the best treatment. They traveled on horseback and could keep up with the pace of the team.
While Yang Ling and the others were fighting for their lives against the pursuing Japanese troops in the southern Jiangsu Plain, Lao Yanqiang, who had been injured and withdrawn from the field hospital for wounded soldiers in the suburbs of Nanjing, was living an unprecedentedly comfortable life.