Groups of neatly-organized troops were advancing towards Gaoyou in columns. Under the flags fluttering in the wind were thin and resolute faces, and their steps were sonorous and powerful.
Although the cotton military uniforms worn by the officers and soldiers were sewn and crudely re-dyed with Japanese and puppet military uniforms, they were uniformly worn on the guerrilla officers and soldiers, which gave them a more heroic aura.
The energetic military appearance, uniform 38-type rifles, horse-drawn infantry artillery, and light and heavy machine guns on their shoulders showed that they were well-equipped.
If it weren't for the green looks on the young faces of these officers and soldiers, acting company commander Luo Feng, who was squatting under a lee wall in tattered clothes, would have undoubtedly thought that what was passing by was a regular army.
However, the waving flag let Luo Feng know that this was not a regular army, but a guerrilla force like them. However, Luo Feng was also very shocked that a guerrilla force was so well-equipped.
You know, there are dozens of guerrilla forces, Zhongyi Rescue Corps, and Security Brigades in northern Jiangsu and central Jiangsu. Most of the troops don't even have equipment, and they don't even have food to eat.
The guerrilla force in front of them, which had moved south from northern Jiangsu, was not only able to eat, but also had so many Japanese-style weapons and equipment that Luo Feng, the acting company commander of the first guerrilla force, was jealous.
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Seeing these troops with high morale walking past him, and then looking at his bloody and tattered military uniform, Luo Feng felt uncomfortable in his heart.
Luo Feng and the others were almost made dumplings by the puppet troops who were on a hunting mission, but fortunately they were saved by Yang Ling's Lieyan Special Forces Brigade.
After the Lieyan Special Operations Brigade rescued Luo Feng and others, they only left some fried rice and medicine with them and left in a hurry, because their advance troops heading south still had missions.
Now Luo Feng and the other five or six survivors of the first guerrilla force are all sitting under the wall next to the street with scars all over their bodies. They are extremely weak and their wounds are festering.
When Luo Feng and others broke through to this village, there were still more than thirty brothers. Unfortunately, after the battle with the puppet troops who surrounded them, there were less than ten survivors, which can be said to be a heavy loss.
More importantly, they now have nowhere to go. As their troops have been dispersed, in the areas behind enemy lines that have fallen, the Japanese and puppet troops are arrogant and domineering, and plainclothes traitors are rampant. He knows that once they fall into the hands of these people, they will
It's impossible to survive.
The sun was obscured by cold and heavy clouds, and a cold wind blew along the street, making Luo Feng, who was covered in tattered clothes, shiver.
He looked back and saw a few surviving brothers who were extremely weak. Although he wanted to plead to join the guerrilla force in front of him, he still felt unsure.
If they were intact and capable of fighting, he would have full confidence in joining this army. Unfortunately, they were now covered in scars, and no army would want them to be such a burden.
Because in order to restore their combat effectiveness, it not only requires medicines, but also people to take care of them. This is a very loss-making business. No army would be so stupid to accept them. At most, they can be given some food and let them find it.
own troops.
This is also what most of the lightly and seriously injured soldiers who were scattered on the battlefield were most afraid of. They were not afraid of bloody battles with the Japs. What they were most afraid of was being abandoned after being injured and eventually dying in pain and torture.
There was a crisp sound of horse hoofbeats, and Luo Feng raised his eyes to see more than a dozen sturdy cavalrymen with stern eyes surrounding a thin and stern-looking officer galloping down the street.
Luo Feng was also a veteran who crawled out from among the dead. His pupils shrank, and he could tell at a glance that the dozen or so cavalrymen surrounding the officer in uniform were all veterans who had spent their entire lives fighting.
The cold eyes and the vague murderous aura are not something that a new recruit Danzi can have. It is a fierce aura that can only be obtained after killing enough people.
This cavalry team of more than ten people was Yang Ling and his guards. The general headquarters was still behind. Yang Ling, lightly dressed and Jian Cong, rushed to Gaoyou first. He also saw Luo Feng and others sitting scattered under the broken wall.
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Seeing the miserable situation of Luo Feng and others, Yang Ling frowned slightly. He didn't expect Gaoyou to fight so hard, but his speed did not slow down because he had already received the report and knew the identity of Luo Feng and others.
As the commander of the First Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Corps in Northern Jiangsu, he naturally does not need to personally settle the scattered stragglers such as Luo Feng. He has ordered the reception team and the medical team to take charge of settling these scattered stragglers and wounded soldiers.
Already.
But just when Yang Ling and the others were still more than ten steps away from Luo Feng and others, and were about to pass them, Luo Feng suddenly stood up from under the broken wall, quickly ran to the cavalry, and blocked the cavalry's path.
"alert!"
Seeing Luo Feng's strange movement, Yang Ling's guard squad leader looked stern, hurriedly reined in the reins, pulled out the shell gun from his waist, and put it on fire.
The guards behind him quickly escorted Yang Ling, who was wearing uniforms, in the middle. They drew their guns one after another and looked around as if facing a formidable enemy, fearing an ambush.
The infantry brothers from a platoon who were passing by Yang Ling and the others also reacted very quickly. They only heard a crashing sound. Before Luo Feng could react, the muzzles of at least ten rifles were pressed against his.
On the body.
Just as Luo Feng was about to speak, someone knocked him over with the butt of a gun. Then someone twisted his arms and pushed him to the ground. The scarred brothers behind him were also surrounded by guns.
Already.
Now Yang Ling is the commander of the First Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Corps in Northern Jiangsu. Although he still holds the rank of colonel, his security work has been further strengthened.
After all, the activities of enemy agents in the occupied areas are very rampant. They often attack the leaders of various troops in an attempt to paralyze the combat effectiveness of the troops.
Now the guard brothers around Yang Ling are all elites who have fought in many battles. Although Yang Ling felt that such high-intensity security work was a bit excessive, he could not withstand the opposition of his officers and had no choice but to let him be protected.
Luo Feng was pushed to the ground and had a mouth full of dirt. He almost lost his breath. The wounds all over his body were in severe pain from the violent movements.
"You are from that army, what do you want to do by intercepting us?!"
After confirming that Luo Feng had no weapons on him, he was quickly lifted up from the ground. The guard squad leader stepped forward and interrogated him seriously.
After Luo Feng turned his head and spit out the mud in his mouth, he grimaced in pain and said, "Can you relax a little, it hurts."
Luo Feng fought a bloody battle with the Japs at the foot of Gaoyou City. His body was covered in blood. Although it had condensed into blood scabs, it has now broken apart.
Seeing that Luo Feng was really in pain, and then looking at the dirty and torn military uniform on his body, the guard squad leader gave a signal with his eyes, and the two brothers who were holding him relaxed a little.
"I am Luo Feng, the acting company commander under General Ma Yuren, the first guerrilla commander. Our unit is finished. We brothers have no place to go. Please take care of us, sir!" Luo Feng looked through the people blocking him in front of him.
Several guards turned to Yang Ling, who was sitting on the horse.
Although Yang Ling was only wearing a soldier's uniform, his calm and steady aura was not comparable to that of a small soldier. Luo Feng still had this bit of discernment.