Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2362 The sunset is like blood!

The setting sun is like blood, the setting sun is like crying, dyeing the sky into a tragic red.

The fierce battle between the guerrillas, the heroes of Majiaji and the Japanese army had just ended. The battlefield was filled with thick smoke and the pungent smell of blood, as if even the air was frozen at this heavy moment.

All around, the ground was scorched earth, devastated, and in tatters.

Corpses were lying everywhere. Some soldiers were holding their guns tightly, their fingers twisted from excessive force, but there was still an unyielding light in their eyes.

The Japanese soldier lying on the side had a distorted face, revealing the pain and despair before death.

The two form a sharp contrast.

The guerrilla fighters died for a good cause, fighting for their country and nation. Even if they sacrificed their lives, they still carried with them a sense of righteousness.

On the contrary, the Japanese invaded like thieves and robbers, so before they died, all they left behind was fear and regret.

Nearly five hundred Japanese soldiers fell in various places within a one-kilometer radius, and their blood soaked the entire land.

In the distance, a few sporadic gunshots were heard occasionally. It was the guerrillas cleaning up the battlefield. They were making sure that every Japanese soldier was killed.

"Comrades, hurry up and clean up the battlefield and take away the bodies of our brothers."

Duanwu wanted to bury the fallen soldiers and the heroes of Majiaji, but he didn't know if he would have enough time.

But even so, they cannot be allowed to lie with the Japanese, and the bodies must be kept away from them.

It's just that they were short of manpower. There were more than 200 guerrillas when they originally charged, but after a big battle, there were less than 100 guerrillas left.

The heroes of Majiaji were in a worse situation, with less than fifty people still standing. Zhao Wuling, the head of the Zhao family, was killed in the battle. Xiao Zhuge and Liu Jinbiao were injured.

Ma Hu was also injured, with a bullet in his left arm and a cut on his waist from a Japanese bayonet. He was now sitting on a rock and having his wound bandaged by Ma Xiaoyan.

This battle can be said to have resulted in heavy losses.

But at the same time, they opened up this last escape route.

And Duanwu had no time to evaluate whether this battle was worthwhile. Perhaps, they suffered heavy losses at this time. But what if they retreated? If the enemy's reinforcements arrived, I'm afraid their losses would be even greater.

Therefore, this battle is really impossible to evaluate and can only be left to future generations to judge.

And at this moment, Tang Jiujiu arrived with his men.

She looked at Duanwu who was covered in blood and tears were about to flow.

Duanwu smiled foolishly: "Don't cry, they are all from the devils."

Tang Jiujiu then burst into laughter and hugged Duanwu tightly, as if Duanwu would run away if she let go.

When everyone saw this scene, they all smiled with relief.

Duanwu is fine, which may be the most worth celebrating thing in this bloody battle.

The wounded, sick and medical soldiers also joined in the cleanup, including some wounded soldiers who were able to move.

After cleaning up, they found that the Japanese had left them a lot of good stuff, more than 30 vehicles of various types, mortars, mountain cannons, grenade launchers, no less than 30.

There were more than 50 machine guns and heavy machine guns, and countless rifles and pistols. But the most important thing was ammunition. The five trucks of the Japanese were full of munitions, with more than 200 artillery shells alone, no less than 50,000 machine gun bullets, and more than 100,000 rifle bullets.

There were thirty boxes of grenades, at least five or six hundred of them, and that didn't even include the ones found on the Japanese.

There were about ten boxes of explosives. The guerrillas definitely made a lot of money in this battle.

The soldiers and Duanwu were very happy because from now on, they would not have to walk across the vast grassland.

With the truck and enough gasoline, they could reach their destination by tomorrow at the latest.

At this time, Ma Ping'an also showed a long-lost smile.

The sacrifice of the soldiers made this old underground party member feel grief from the bottom of his heart.

Although he seemed fine on the surface, no one knew how many tears he shed behind the scenes.

  But looking at the bodies of the devils and the seized weapons and equipment, they felt that it was all worth it. After all, didn't they join the army just to kill the devils?

They have won a great victory now, so what is there to be sad about?

He was just about to discuss with Duanwu about burying the bodies of the soldiers and the heroes of Majiaji who were temporarily placed on the east side of the battlefield, but at this moment, Jiang Li hurried back with his men and reported:

"Reporting to Leader Ye, the Japanese were spotted two kilometers to our east. They are heading towards us on foot. It seems that there is an infantry squadron and a company of puppet troops."

Before Jiang Li finished speaking, Gao Yanan also came back with his men and reported in the same way: "Leader Ye, a Japanese mechanized infantry regiment appeared five kilometers to our west. It is estimated that there are about one battalion of troops."

Duanwu's face was solemn. Given their current situation, it would be difficult for them to defeat a Japanese infantry battalion, let alone one or two infantry companies in a short time.

By that time, I'm afraid the Japs will gather in more and more numbers.

So Duanwu took a look at the bodies of the soldiers and could only say with pain: "Medical team, take the wounded and evacuate immediately. Heroes of Majiaji, hand over your wounded to the medical team as well.

Didn't the Japanese leave so many trucks? Let those who can drive drive, and the wounded can take the trucks.

As for the rest, see how many cars can be started and follow me as a backup. Once the Japs catch up, let them have a taste of our wrath!"

As he spoke, Duanwu gave a cunning smile towards the captured mountain cannons.

It was impossible to take all these mountain artillery away, but he could give them to the devils.

As for whether the Japanese can take it, that depends on their luck.

Everything was carried out according to Duanwu's order. Tang Jiujiu, Gao Yanan and others drove the wounded and medical soldiers to evacuate first. Duanwu, Ma Hu and others drove the remaining vehicles and pulled the mountain cannon to Shitou City.

Although the southern wall of Stone City has collapsed, the eastern and western walls are still there.

Duanwu pulled all four mountain cannons to the east side of the city wall.

But unexpectedly, the Japs on the west side arrived first and gathered less than 600 meters away from the Stone City.

Ma Ping'an was guarding there with his men, with eight mortars lined up in a row, already aimed at the Japanese, just waiting for Duanwu's order.

Duanwu's voice soon came from the radio: "No need to wait for the battle on my side, start immediately when you are ready. The sound of your artillery will attract the devils on my side. Haha!"

At the end of the words, there was Duanwu's sneer.

Having lost his comrades, Duanwu didn't know how to vent his grief, but he didn't expect that the Japanese would come to his door.

Although it is impossible to annihilate all the devils under the stone city this time, at least we must destroy their mobile forces and make them unable to catch up with us in the vast grassland! .