Eventually, one after another, people came, mostly villagers, carrying food and water, as well as weapons and ammunition, mainly rifle cartridges and grenades.

There were also some sporadic troops, after taking over the positions of the third battalion, the third battalion withdrew with the help of the villagers, and in this battle, nearly half of the fighters were sacrificed.

Under the dark starry sky, the three dogs looked up to the sky and wanted to cry without tears, so they could only cheer up their spirits and order the soldiers to quickly save themselves and heal their wounds, eat something, and rest quickly.

Most of the seriously wounded, most of whom had been wounded with bayonets and blunt objects, were now carried down by the villagers and sent to the field hospital.

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Yang Muhua and her colleagues have not had a good rest for several days and nights, and they are about to collapse from exhaustion, but seeing the seriously injured people who are constantly being transported down from the front line, no matter how tired they are, they must persevere.

Every time Yang Muhua saw a group of wounded soldiers coming down, he would be inexplicably nervous, for fear that there were three dogs in it, but fortunately, after so many days, he didn't see three dogs coming.

I learned from some soldiers that the 152nd Regiment is now fighting from Sixi to Guanqiao, and tonight it was sent over, and there were actually soldiers from the three battalions.

Yang Muhua couldn't wait to fly to Sangou's side immediately at this time, but there was no such possibility, even if he went to Guanqiao, he might not be able to find him.

Even if you find him, it won't necessarily guarantee his safety, and it will even cause him a burden, but if you die, it's not bad to die together.

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The third battalion was almost disabled this time, even if he received some new weapons and ammunition, and after waking up after eating and drinking enough to sleep, the three dogs felt more tired than ever.

It was a feeling of weakness and tiredness, and I couldn't fight hard, it should be tired, after so many years of fighting, it seems that I have become a little numb.

Seeing such a tragic situation and such a large number of casualties, it is no longer as painful as before, as if such a thing happened normally.

Looking at the soldiers sleeping crookedly under the wall, everyone seemed to be reluctant to wake up, even if the sky was already bright and the steamed buns for breakfast had been sent fragrantly, but they were all indifferent.

Maybe the soldiers are also tired, after such a tragic bloody battle, most people will have a deep sense of emptiness and weakness.

Sangou held in his hand the order sent over early this morning, which was a handwritten military order from Liu Guangyu, requiring the three battalions to set off towards Guanqiao and pursue the small units of the Japanese army that had become a rout along the way.

Such a military order, if it was spread out in the past, would definitely be more tempting than big fat meat, and there is nothing more enjoyable than this pursuit and killing devils.

But today, Sangou didn't give the order for a long time, and after going around several times, he finally had to summon Xiucai Bamboo Pole and a few company commanders to discuss together.

Everyone thinks it's a great opportunity, maybe they can get a devil or something, and if they catch a lonely Dahe Mao, it's definitely the most worthwhile good thing.

Looking at Sangou's completely unmoved expression, everyone slowly stopped, Sangou thought about the numbers reported by a few company commanders just now, and now he can only get together a person who strengthens the company.

Take this tired soldier who is almost all injured, go to chase and kill the devil who is trying to survive, poor Kou Mo chases, how many of his own people will die in this chase.

However, the three dogs did not say it, but looked at these old brothers, nodded slowly, and gave the first order of the day.

Straighten out the troops, set off immediately after breakfast, and search for Guanqiao.

On the morning of 29 March, the 3rd Battalion, which should have been the 3rd Battalion of the remaining company, marched from the south of Hongqiao to Guanqiao in the northeast.

However, the sound of gunfire has slowly weakened, and it has gone a lot, and it is estimated that the Japanese army has withdrawn from the side of Guanqiao, and Sangou grabbed a herald on the side of the road and asked.

It turned out that Guanqiao was broken by the Japanese army in the middle of the night last night, and the 34th Division and the 33rd Division converged together and immediately withdrew to the north of Guanqiao.

Now there are only some wounded soldiers and logistics troops left in the south side of Guanqiao, some of whom are stubbornly resisting, and some simply surrender.

Now if the third battalion pursues the Guanqiao side faster, it may be able to catch some devils' routs, Liu Guangyu is right, now is the best time to pursue the devils' routs.

The large number of troops was far away, and the Luo headquarters dispatched troops everywhere to pursue and intercept the retreating 33rd and 34th divisions, hoping to kill and wound a large number of enemies in the pursuit, expand the results of the battle, and at the same time regain a large amount of lost territory.

Sangou sent three search teams, each group of five people, along the road from Hongqiao to Guanqiao, in parallel rows, each group about 400 meters apart, to search forward.

The remaining companies were all reduced to platoons, the company commanders became platoon commanders, and the three companies were also lined up side by side, following behind the search group, maintaining a distance of 400 meters, and rushing forward.

Now that cold shots are being fired everywhere, Sangou doesn't want to be a victim of stray bullets, so he dresses himself up like a warrior, carrying a rifle and a steel helmet, walking in the middle of the team, and adjusting the marching route from time to time according to the news coming back from the front.

I didn't go two miles before I noticed a situation in a small village on the side of the road.

The search team was the first to see that there were devils in the village, and immediately hidden, and sent a herald back to tell Battalion Commander Luo, and the others, with the command of the team leader, slowly approached at several angles.

Obediently, take a closer look, it's amazing, piles of steel, it should be the steel plate barrel dismantled from the cannon or something, so much steel, at least a mountain artillery squadron.

What about those devil artillerymen, most of them are gone, no, most of them are nested in the house, and the barrels of some rifles are still sticking out of the windows.

The search team did not dare to slack off, and immediately stopped, and after receiving the news, Sangou immediately ordered the Eighth Company to run forward and go around to the back of this small village, so as not to let more devil artillery run away.

Soon the third battalion surrounded the small village, just an artillery unit, and now there were no shells, so the artillery could only be dismantled and destroyed.

It is estimated that these artillerymen are only defensive rifles, and they are not regular infantry, and they are not the opponents of the three battalions at all, so after such a judgment, the three dogs will boldly send the eighth company (platoon) back to the other end of the village to surround and fight.

The tactics of these detachments have been played very well, and there is no need for Sangou to do it himself, and everyone will soon surround this small village with only a dozen houses.

Most of these houses have been blown down, there is almost no roof, and some houses only have a half-high earthen wall, just such a little earthen wall, can not block the shooting of the official rifle bullets, and the devil has no choice but to hide now.

It stands to reason that the devil's army has already withdrawn, and these artillerymen probably wanted to pull the artillery back, but they couldn't go fast and were blocked in this small village. Fupin Chinese