Show the sword, start from the guerrillas

Chapter 60, Simple Funeral, Second Interception
Well, Captain Suzuki is really generous. Half of his own team was gone, and only then did he remember where the Inukai Battalion was.

But this cannot be blamed on him. After all, everything happened too quickly and he had no time to think about the Inukai Brigade.

According to the previous fighting style, the Eighth Route Army would ambush and would come up to fight with bayonets after firing volleys. He was confident that his team was still capable of hand-to-hand combat and was not afraid at all. But today, when the team was ambushed, the Eighth Route Army did not jump out to fight hand-to-hand. Instead, the density of firepower was extremely strong, and they used the weapons they were most familiar with.

For example, at the beginning, the light machine guns were still at the level of a squadron, and the sound of the Type 2 rifles was easy to identify. But as the battle progressed, there were more than 5 light machine guns firing. The Type heavy machine guns also increased from to , and there were even grenade launchers, and they fired very accurately, making their own heavy machine gun squadron lose its combat effectiveness... This firepower was almost catching up with their own brigade.

"Well... let's send a telegram to the brigade headquarters! Let the brigade commander request bombers to come over to support the battle. Just say that we were blocked by the main force of the Eighth Route Army 4 kilometers southwest of the roadblock. The Eighth Route Army has a strength of about one brigade, which should be the elite main force of the Eighth Route Army in the area..." As Captain Suzuki spoke, a battle report was sent to his brigade headquarters.

How the Japs responded was unknown to the outside world. In the following battles, the Japs' attacks were not as sharp as before, but they used mountain artillery and infantry artillery to suppress as much as possible, with only a small number of infantry approaching to test.

Faced with this situation, Zhang Dabiao was a little annoyed at first, but later he gradually discovered the clues. So he discussed a set of countermeasures with several company commanders.

That is, if the enemy attacked, one platoon would go up to engage in a firefight until the enemy retreated, and then everyone would come down. Of course, some people needed to be left at the front to watch, but there would never be more than 5 people, and they would be extremely dispersed. In this way, the soldiers could be prevented from being sacrificed under the artillery fire as much as possible.

But even so, the first battalion suffered heavy casualties. After all, the power of artillery shells cannot be compared with bullets.

"Battalion Commander, we can't go on like this, it's time to retreat!" Second Company Commander Li Jiankun counted and found that there were only 60 or so soldiers left in his company, so he quickly gave Zhang Dabiao his advice.

"Let me think about it... By the way, the guerrillas and the wounded have retreated to their positions, right?" Zhang Dabiao asked.

"We have already retreated, and the 3rd Company has also gone there. Should we retreat?" The first company commander Si Yong quickly answered.

"Then retreat! Retreat to the east, which is the place where you, Si Yong, are chasing those devils, and fight them there again! It is now 1 o'clock in the afternoon, there is enough time!" Zhang Dabiao made the decision.

Soon, the soldiers at the front retreated. With the help of the comrades in the supplementary battalion, they took the wounded and the sacrificed comrades with them and withdrew from this side.

When the Eighth Route Army retreated, they naturally would not take the initiative to say hello to the Japanese. They just retreated quietly.

The Japanese, unaware of the situation, continued to attack with artillery bombardment and infantry charge. When the Japanese climbed up the ridge with great effort, they found that the Eighth Route Army had long disappeared and there were only a few shells on the ground.

In Heshanggou, Beishan, Li Yuexuan chose a place sheltered from the wind and sun and performed a simple suture operation again.

Because he had seized a lot of sulfa powder and alcohol, he didn't skimp on it. He carefully disinfected, cleaned, and sutured the wounds of each wounded soldier, and finally applied a layer of powder to sterilize them. At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and there were countless flies flying around the bodies of the Japanese soldiers at the foot of the mountain because no one cared about them. If you look closely, you can see that some open wounds are already covered with dense maggots crawling.

On a hillside facing north and south, the soldiers of the replenishment battalion once again wielded their engineering pickaxes and shovels to dig out graves one after another.

In front of one of the graves, several guerrilla fighters stood aside, watching their comrades bury Yun Chao's body in it and shovel soil into it with shovels.

"Stop!" Xing Weiguo suddenly shouted.

The soldiers in charge of landfilling stopped and looked at Xing Weiguo, wondering what the deputy captain of the guerrillas was going to do.
Xing Weiguo ignored everyone's looks and ran to the bushes with an axe. He chopped off a branch and broke it into two.

After simply trimming a smooth surface, Xing Weiguo took out his bayonet, carved the name "Yun Chao" fiercely, then jumped into the grave and placed the name on Yun Chao's chest.

"Okay, Xiao Chao, just sleep here peacefully! One day, when we have driven away the Japanese devils and we are still alive, we will dig you out and find a better place to erect a monument for you!"

As Xing Weiguo spoke, he jumped up the hillside, then stopped and saluted Yun Chao.

The guerrillas who followed him also raised their hands to salute, which lasted for a full minute before they lowered their hands. The soldiers around him continued to swing their shovels, forever connecting Yun Chao to the mountains and rivers of his motherland.

"Yun Chao's funeral is over, but our fight must continue! Comrades, stay alert and be ready to fight at any time!" Xing Weiguo put down his hands and said to everyone.

"Understood!" the guerrillas answered in unison.

"I understand!" Li Yuexuan, who was stitching the wound of a wounded soldier, also tilted his head to one side and shouted loudly.

"Stop watching and keep digging the holes!" After watching this simple battlefield funeral, the soldiers of the replenishment battalion continued to dig the holes.

They were new soldiers and not qualified to fight, because that meant going to die! However, they could still dig a grave for their comrades. Of course, they hoped that the grave they dug would never be used!
"Come on, comrades, dig a hole here!" After burying Yun Chao, Xing Weiguo led seven guerrilla fighters to choose a hillside on the side of the valley that runs northwest of Heshanggou and dug a bunker there. Since the next battle will continue, let's continue fighting the devils here, in front of the resting place of our comrades...

"Hurry up, just retreat here! Now I order, the first company to be responsible for blocking the Japanese in the valley, the second company to be responsible for blocking the Japanese coming over the ridge, and the replenishment battalion? You should still be the reserve team and battlefield rescue!" Zhang Dabiao and his group had already left the westernmost ridge and arrived at the predetermined position, once again building a blocking line of defense.

(End of this chapter)