under fire

The fear left by the howitzer bombardment and the intensive grenade surprise attacks had not diminished in the slightest.

The pseudo-battalion commander was scared from the bottom of his heart.

His palms were full of sweat as he held the pistol, and he hated the Eighth Route Army in his heart.

He followed the Imperial Army in the security zone to sweep the Eighth Route Army for many years.

We encountered resistance occasionally, but we never imagined that the Eighth Route Army could stage such a big show.

He kept swallowing his saliva and his back was bent as far as it could go.

Worried about the situation of his second battalion, he had to show enough respect to the second lieutenant who came back to help: ".Taijun, it's too tragic, the squadron leader has been killed... Died in battle, going back now is just suicide."

"Baka." The lieutenant's heart sank, and he wanted to draw his knife and chop the bastard in front of him to death.

"The enemy has at least one regiment. We are now surrounded and we must request reinforcements as soon as possible." The pseudo-battalion commander advised earnestly.

The fake battalion commander was thinking about reinforcements. Without a radio, there was no way to call for reinforcements. His real idea was to escape as soon as possible, but he couldn't take the initiative to ask for escape.

"Where are the rest of the Imperial Army?" the second lieutenant was angry.

"On a stretcher." The pseudo-battalion commander was indeed a veteran on the battlefield. He did not forget to carry a few wounded Japanese soldiers when he was escaping. This is called a talisman!
If the lady investigates after returning, I can just insist that I was rescuing the wounded of the imperial army, and at most I will be scolded. As for the regiment commander, he must treat me to a drink to preserve my strength.
The second lieutenant quickly came to the stretcher, found the highest-ranking sergeant who had escaped, and quickly inquired about the situation.

Only then did the pseudo-battalion commander let out a long sigh of relief.

If this guy insists on leading his men back north to rescue and die, it will be difficult to deal with.

We have participated in countless summaries after so many years of mopping-up operations. As long as we concentrate our forces, we should be able to break out even if the Eighth Route Army is surrounding us from all sides. The Eighth Route Army often did this in the past.

The third company he led personally lost nearly half of its troops, while the first company remained intact and had half of its capital left.

The pseudo-battalion commander took advantage of the Japanese second lieutenant muttering nearby and stared at the captain of the first company and asked, "What's going on with the second company?"

"I heard from the brothers who managed to escape that the Second Company and Taijun's Second Squad encountered two mines... mines as big as the sky... and then they were blown up by grenade launchers and grenades, causing heavy losses..."

"Did anyone escape?" The pseudo-battalion commander felt better. "How many people escaped?"

"Only nine of them came back to me..."

"More than a hundred brothers, but only nine escaped?" The pseudo-battalion commander's heart suddenly felt like it was falling into an ice cellar.

"We were in the west at the time. Maybe there are still some who escaped in other directions..." The company commander tried to comfort them: "Besides, the Eighth Route Army always treats prisoners well."

"Let's leave it to fate." The pseudo-battalion commander thought quickly: "This time, it seems that I have hit a wall. I have to find a way to leave here as soon as possible."

A company commander whispered: "We can't escape to the east and north, and the south is probably in trouble too. Our only hope now is to go west."

The pseudo-battalion commander shook his head: "Further west? Then we won't reach the canal? If the Eighth Route Army has an ambush by the river, this is a dead end."

The captain of the first company looked very proud: "Hey, the Eighth Route Army ambushed us. It's impossible for them to ambush us in the water, right?"

"But many brothers don't know how to swim."

"Captain, when the brothers were training, Taijun taught us that emptying the kettle, tightening the lid, and tying it to your body will help you float on the water."

The pseudo-battalion commander did recall that there was indeed such an incident: "During training, everyone tied two water bottles on their bodies. One water bottle didn't seem to be enough."

"At least half of the brothers who can swim can give their water bottles to the brothers who can't swim, right?"

"You are really smart."

"Hehe, the most urgent thing now is that you, the battalion commander, have to find a way to convince the emperor to let everyone retreat westward."

"These years, the lieutenants have been making money. Now that the lieutenant is dead, a small team leader can fill this vacancy. At most, I can spend some more money to take care of him." The pseudo-battalion commander nodded.

As for the lieutenant's death, whether the second lieutenant would be punished after returning was not his concern. Leaving here was the most important thing. He didn't need to consider whether the second lieutenant had the courage to continue fighting the Eighth Route Army.

The explosions on the battlefield in the north gradually subsided.

The gunshots became less frequent.

Occasionally, a stray bullet would whiz past in the darkness.

After ambushing the second company of the puppet army, the cleanup of the battlefield ended hastily.

So far, the Japs have not encountered enemy reinforcements to the east as Xiao Hongying had judged.

After a while, a figure suddenly rushed into the ditch where Liu Yuanqing was hiding: "The battalion commander went around the enemy as planned and launched a large-scale artillery attack on the enemy, catching the enemy off guard. The fearless guys in the bombing platoon directly rushed into the enemy's position to drop bombs. The enemy has already fled to the south, and the militia is cleaning up the battlefield. There is no time to count the captured items. The battalion commander told you not to fight the enemy head-on."

Da Gou was stunned: "There were at least 200 devils, puppet troops and baggage trains, and they were defeated just like that? Are those who came back really devils?"

Liu Yuanqing shook his head: "It's not that the devils are so powerful, but most of our teams are too weak..."

"You sound like you're so awesome..."

"Back then, when my special forces regiment fought in the Battle of Nanjing, we fought against an entire division of the Japanese..."

"What happened later? Hundreds of thousands of people were massacred?" Big Dog said in a sour tone. This guy's performance was too outstanding, and he would mock him whenever he had the chance.

"At that time, the reasons were very complicated..." Liu Yuanqing said in a desolate tone: "The main reason was that the Japanese army was heading straight for the capital, and those bastards had been hoping for mediation from the League of Nations, and they were tactically defensive... and the Japanese concentrated their forces to attack separately, and the area we had to defend was too wide, plus the recent defeat in Songhu, the morale of the soldiers was low..."

"What is the League of Nations?" Xiao Hongying next to her suddenly asked.

"Someone from the League of Nations has arrived. I'll talk to you later when I'm free...you guys can tell..."

A figure came into the ditch and said, "Report, the scouts sent back news that the Japanese and puppet troops in the west are evacuating to the north."

"You mean, the Japanese and the puppet troops have all run away?" Xiao Hongying was stunned.

The big dog looked disgusted and said, "Can you please stop giving orders blindly in the future?"

"How would I know that the Japs were so timid?" Xiao Hongying's face was tense. Indeed, she had made a mistake in her judgment of the battlefield.

"You were right to ask the soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield to retreat," Liu Yuanqing comforted Xiao Hongying, "The main reason the enemy ran away was because Commander Hu stabbed the Japanese in the north."

Xiao Hongying suddenly realized something: "No, the messenger sent by Captain Hu Hu said that the Japanese puppet troops in the north are retreating to the south, and the situation we detected here is that the Japanese puppet troops in the south are running north."

"Big Dog, gather the team immediately and give chase!" Liu Yuanqing, who was standing beside him, also thought of this: "Don't get too close, just keep the pressure on the enemy!"

Judging from the time, the two fleeing enemy groups may have already joined together.

The enemy in the north was defeated and unable to fight again, while the company on the enemy's left wing was basically unscathed.

We can’t let them figure out the details and then get tangled up and head north for support.

Because the Japanese puppet army's baggage is in the north, at this time we must ensure that Commander Hu can clean up the battlefield smoothly.

The two Japanese and puppet enemy forces were like frightened birds at this time, and what they were more worried about was the possibility of being completely wiped out.

Keeping pressure on the Japs, the newly defeated Japs would be worried about being attacked from both sides and would be forced to flee westward.

Don't give the enemy a chance to breathe!

The attack power and combat capability currently demonstrated by the Ninth Battalion seem to be strong, but in fact, the heavy firepower that can be used has basically been exhausted.

Strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Big Dog cursed and gathered the team. It was one thing that he didn't like Liu Yuanqing, but the decision he made should not be a big problem. (End of this chapter)