Xu Rui and Hei Qi are resting and eating in the dense forest.
After nibbling a few biscuits, Xu Rui took out the map from his bag, but after looking at the map for a long time, he couldn't determine the specific location. It was all messed up and he didn't know where it was.
However, Hei Qi asked Xu Rui carelessly: "Yingzuo, do you think that old Japs Matsui Iwane would be so angry if he knew that the young Japs had lost our independent camp?"
Although it was painful to lose a comrade, Hei Qi couldn't bear to feel it at the moment.
Feelings are a luxury for soldiers who are constantly on the verge of life and death.
"How do I know?" Xu Rui responded casually, "Why don't we catch the old devil and ask him again?"
"Okay." Hei Qi immediately regained his energy and said, "In the camp, how about going to Shanghai now?"
"Do you really dare to think about it?" Xu Rui slapped Hei Qi on the back of the head and scolded, "Hurry up and eat your food. After you finish eating, leave quickly and find the troops."
"Why are you so anxious?" Hei Qi muttered, "The little devil won't catch up so quickly."
However, as soon as Hei Qi finished speaking, a gunshot suddenly rang out from deep in the dense forest ahead.
"Devil!" Hei Qi turned over and sat up. He immediately grabbed the German-made P36 Schmeisser submachine gun placed at his feet and opened the bolt with a click.
Xu Rui waved his hand at Hei Qi and then listened attentively.
Xu Rui listened and said: "There are three Japs, no, five, and two more a little further behind. They are chasing a man. The man's footsteps are heavy, and he doesn't look like an Orion!"
Hei Qi was stunned and said: "Yingzuo, can you hear this?"
"He's one of ours! Let's go!" Xu Rui ignored Hei Qi, grabbed the Sanba Gai at his feet and ran out like a cheetah that had found its prey.
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He Shuya curled up tightly into a ball, but still couldn't stop the cold wind that blew into his arms.
Seeing He Shuya shivering from the cold, the company commander took off the torn sheepskin jacket he was wearing and handed it to He Shuya.
"Company Commander, what about you?" He Shuya noticed that after the company commander took off his torn sheepskin coat, there was a thin single coat underneath.
In He Shuya's memory, they had never been issued cotton military uniforms since they entered the customs. The tattered sheepskin jacket worn by the company commander was donated by students when they were in Xi'an.
"I'm fine. The company commander is in good health."
The company commander knocked on his strong chest and handed over the broken sheep again.
He Shuya no longer refused, because he was really freezing. He immediately took the torn sheepskin coat and put it on himself. He finally felt a little warmer, but his stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
The company commander sighed and said: "Be patient, be patient, Lao Luotuo and the others have been out for a while. It's almost time to come back. There will be food when they come back."
He Shuya was more concerned about another question and asked: "Company commander, when will we return to the army?"
Hearing He Shuya's words, a dozen remnant soldiers sitting or lying around also looked over.
"Return to Jian?" Lian Lao smiled bitterly and shook his head. He didn't know where the troops had gone. How could they return to Jian?
Speaking of which, they really lost miserably in the Songhu battle. The few Manchu divisions with roots in the Northeast Army that went into the battle were beaten to a pulp by the little Japanese in less than three days, and then they were defeated like a mountain.
He fled and fled here. The main force of the division did not know where he was, so he took the only dozen or so remaining soldiers in the company and hid in the mountains.
He Shuya looked confused and asked the company commander: "Company commander, do you think we can still fight back to the three eastern provinces?"
Hearing He Shuya mention his hometown, the faces of a dozen remnant soldiers around him showed a sad look.
I remember that before leaving my hometown, the group leader repeatedly promised them that they would return to the three northeastern provinces within a year.
But now, six years have passed. They have retreated from Northeast China to North China, from North China to Northern Shaanxi, and from Northern Shaanxi to Songhu. There are fewer and fewer brothers around them, and they are farther and farther away from their hometown.
, can they really fight back? Is there really a chance to see the elders in their hometown in this life?
"Eastern Three Provinces?" The company commander's face covered with wind, frost, and ravines immediately twitched violently. Even though a full six years had passed, as soon as he recalled that moment, the scene of infinite regret immediately appeared in front of his eyes.
It was a scene, and the scene was extremely clear. He could never forget how his old father was crying before leaving.
"Son," the old father said to him with tears streaming down his face, "remember to fight back."
The old father's earnest words are still ringing in his ears, but the company commander knows that he is afraid that he will never be able to return to the three eastern provinces in this life. Not to mention the three eastern provinces, even if he has not seen North China, East China has fallen?
Even Nanjing is about to fall to the enemy.
The company commander really wanted to tell his remnant soldiers that they could never go back, and they would never go back to the three eastern provinces.
But when the words came to his lips, the company commander abruptly changed his words and said: "Soon, soon."
As soon as the company commander finished speaking, a gunshot sounded suddenly from the front, and then a burly figure sprang out from the woods, running towards this side, shouting: "There are devils, there are devils, there are devils."
Devil..."
The next moment, another gunshot rang out deep in the jungle. The man who was as tall as a mountain immediately let out a light grunt, ran forward a few steps, and then fell down.
"Old Camel!"
"Brother Camel!"
"Old monitor!"
He Shuya and several remaining soldiers immediately jumped up and rushed forward to rescue the burly man.
"Come back! Old Luotuo is dead!" The company commander decisively stopped He Shuya and a few remaining soldiers.
As soon as the company commander finished speaking, Japs emerged one after another from the dense woods around them.
"The Japs are here, prepare to fight!" the company commander gave the order, and a dozen remaining soldiers picked up the guy placed at their feet and fell to the ground as quickly as possible.
The company commander originally wanted to hold on for a while and then retreat after repelling the first wave of Japanese attacks.
Otherwise, if the little devil chases him, his dozen or so brothers will have to answer for them all.
But soon the company commander became completely desperate, because the Japanese soldiers who emerged from all around were not just a few or a dozen, but a full forty or fifty, almost a squad.
Seeing so many Japanese, the company commander knew that they would definitely confess today.
But even so, the company commander and a dozen remaining soldiers did not flinch at all.
The company commander held up a Shenyang imitation Mauser rifle and continued to fire while shouting: "Brothers, fight these naughty little devils and let them know that there is not a single coward in our Northeastern Army."
"Fight, fight, fight with the little devil!"
"You little thing, come on, let the horse go!"
"Little devil, grandpa will send you back to Japan today!"
A dozen remnant soldiers also started roaring hysterically.
However, this is ultimately just an emotional outburst in despair, like the roar of a trapped animal after falling into a trap.
After all, courage cannot make up for the huge gap in military strength, firepower and tactical thinking between the two sides.
The little Japanese first threw in an infantry squad and launched a probing attack on the positions of the remaining Northeastern Army soldiers.
This is also the little devil's fixed routine. After contacting the enemy, they will first invest a small number of troops to conduct a tentative feint attack. After determining the firepower configuration and troop deployment of the national army, they will then conduct a cluster artillery attack.
After the artillery bombardment, infantry was thrown in to launch a larger attack.
In layman's terms, the infantry charges and the artillery bombards. After the infantry charges, the artillery bombards. After the artillery bombards, the infantry charges again.
It must be admitted that the Japanese army's tactical literacy is quite good, especially those well-educated grassroots officers who are usually able to strictly implement tactics. In contrast, most of the grassroots officers of the national army are illiterate and can only fight in battles.
With a sense of blood, there is basically no strategy at all.
Therefore, in most cases, the national army is at a disadvantage without exception.
The probing attack of the Japs was quickly repulsed, but before the remnants of the Northeastern Army could take a breath, rows of small grenade bombs were smashed over their heads with a squeaking scream.
The little Japanese used three portable 50-caliber grenade launchers to fire ten rapid rounds at the Northeastern Army's position.
30 grenades fell, and the Northeast Army's position was turned upside down.
When the bombardment stopped, He Shuya pushed away the company commander who was pressing on his back and stood up, only to find that the entire position had been blown up beyond recognition.
The company commander's back was also completely torn open by shrapnel, exposing the white bones, and even the internal organs in the chest were faintly visible.
"Company Commander, Company Commander!" He Shuya pushed the company commander, but there was no response. He stretched out his hand to check his breathing and found that the company commander had already breathed his last.
"Soldier?"
"Lao Dao?"
"screwdriver?"
He Shuya turned his attention to the remaining soldiers beside him.
Unfortunately, these remaining soldiers also had no response.
"Is there anyone alive?" He Shuya sat slumped on the ground and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Is anyone still breathing?"
The entire position was still silent, with only the smoke rising from the scorched earth after the explosion.
"Is there anyone breathing? Is there anyone alive? Who can say a word? Who can say anything?" He Shuya searched the position like crazy, but his tears flowed down unsatisfactorily, and they stayed with him day and night.
His comrade-in-arms for six years suddenly passed away, and he felt an unprecedented loneliness, a loneliness that came from the depths of his soul!
"Is there anyone alive?"
"Is anyone still out of breath?"
"How about you say something?"
"Brother Liu?"
"Brother Leizi?"
"Brother Beard?"
He Shuya looked around blankly, the entire position was still silent.
The sound of rustling footsteps suddenly came from the front of the position, and the hair on He Shuya's body stood up.
When I turned around quickly, I saw almost a squad of more than a dozen Japanese soldiers, slowly approaching with bayonets in hand.
The little devils were in the mood of a cat playing with a mouse, and were not in a hurry to shoot He Shuya to death. They wanted to catch him alive.
