A bloody battle ended with the puppet officer's head bag being chopped off.

In this battle, a total of 106 Japanese soldiers and 93 puppet soldiers were killed, and no prisoners were taken.

The Eighth Route Army sacrificed 27 people, the militia sacrificed 24 people, the village cadres Chunlan sisters two people, and the common people sacrificed 46 people.

The reason why the people called sacrifice is because today they were all killed by the Japanese army in the process of helping their own troops in the process of fighting with the Japanese army.

One person was killed and one person was seriously wounded.

The elite who died in the regiment was directly stabbed by two bayonets of the Japanese army in order to save an old man.

And Huo Xiaoshan was with the soldier he was seriously injured at this time.

The soldier's name was Wang Jinfa, two Huai disciples, and his right arm was cut off by the Japanese army.

Huo Xiaoshan had sprinkled a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao on Wang Jinfa's wound, and Zheng Xiaoyi was busy bandaging his wound with the bandage he carried with him.

Wang Jinfa was very strong, and his face was extremely pale after excessive blood loss, "Chief," he said.

"Comrade, you are seriously injured, don't speak." Zheng Xiaoyi stopped.

But Wang Jinfa ignored it, but then said sadly in a trembling voice: "That kid let the devil kill me in order to save me." ”

It turned out that during the battle, a teenager saw Wang Jinfa being besieged by three Japanese soldiers, but he hugged the calf of a Japanese soldier and bit him, and was picked by the Japanese soldier with a bayonet.

After Wang Jinfa stabbed two more Japanese soldiers to death, in order to protect the child's mother, the third Japanese soldier cut off his forearm with a saber, and he used his left hand to find a box cannon and beat the Japanese soldier to death.

"Don't say a word, there are always sacrifices in battle." Huo Xiaoshan comforted him, although he was also sad to see so many soldiers and militiamen of the Eighth Route Army and villagers falling.

"Boss, in the future, I mean that after I am injured, can I still follow you to fight devils?"

"Why not?" Huo Xiaoshan asked rhetorically, "You still have a left hand and a box cannon!" ”

"Hmm." Wang Jinfa nodded and stopped talking, and finally lay his raised head back on the stretcher that the militiamen had made improvised from Japanese leggings and branches.

Except for Zheng Youjian, most of the people in the regiment recruited by Huo Xiaoshan were only about twenty years old when they joined the army.

In fact, no matter which army, including the Japanese army, likes to recruit young people between the ages of 18 and 9 to early 20 when recruiting, just because people of this age not only have the best physical strength and are responsive, but more importantly, they are enthusiastic and not afraid of life and death.

"The elite is the elite, and the casualties are painful!" Guo Yuming, who came to visit the regiment directly under him, sighed, after all, in Guo Yuming's opinion, this was a battle that belonged to the Eighth Route Army, and Huo Xiaoshan and they could only say that they came to help.

Guo Yuming is also a fierce general in battle, otherwise he would not have become the head of the headquarters guard regiment, and he would not dare to carry a big blade to fight the Japanese army hand-to-hand in person when his injuries are not healed.

But now he really admires the people of the regiment under his direct command, and in two consecutive battles, the fighters killed the enemy the least but the most, especially in this white-knuckle battle, he saw many times that the soldiers of the regiment directly under his regiment and the Japanese army fought with bayonets, one to two, one to three, and the rich combat experience and fighting style were really only seen in his life.

Huo Xiaoshan stood up from Wang Jinfa's side, and watched the militia carry Wang Jinfa away, then turned his head to look at Guo Yuming.

"To be a soldier is to protect the family and defend the country, even if it hurts, there is nothing you can do." Huo Xiaoshan said, although his heart hurt because another brother left him, there was really nothing he could do, he could only divert his emotions, so he asked Guo Yuming again: "Are the villagers suffering heavy casualties?" ”

"Forty or fifty people, they are warriors today!" Speaking of the villagers in the base area, Guo Yuming's mood is also heavy.

"The devil slaughtered badly in Shanxi, right?" Huo Xiaoshan asked.

"Well, when the Anti-Japanese War first began, they slaughtered tens of thousands of people in Shuoxian County and other places, and with the expansion of the anti-Japanese base area, the killing of devils became more and more crazy, especially when the devils were sweeping, no matter how well organized they were, it was inevitable that the villagers who moved to the mountains and wilderness were discovered by the devils, so what was found was slaughter, just like today." Guo Yuming sighed with a sigh of depression in his chest, and then asked Huo Xiaoshan: "How is the Guotong Region?" ”

Huo Xiaoshan bit his lip as if he didn't want to recall these things, and after watching the people who were treating the wounded and cleaning up the battlefield, he said quietly: "The first time I saw the slaughter of devils, I was still in the northeast at that time, and dozens of families in our village were killed, and that was the first time I saw so many dead people.

In the Battle of Nanjing, when I fled from Jiangnan to Jiangbei, I don't know how many people the devils killed by the river that night, there were too many to count, but I knew that the Yangtze River should have been red that day.

After that, the Yellow River burst its banks, and I don't know how many people drowned, but we were lucky enough to hide in the mountains.

And on the way to Taihang Mountain this time, I don't know how many people will die in Henan, I think it should be more than every time, maybe so many times added together are not as much as this time, but this time it may not be killed by the little devil.

Hmph, it is said that human life is like the sky, but in troubled times, human life is sometimes really like grass! ”

Huo Xiaoshan didn't discuss it with Guo Yuming anymore after saying this, he felt that his mood was a little depressed, and he was also tired.

Huo Xiaoshan summoned all his people together, found a relatively secluded mountain forest, and told him to eat and rest

He himself ate some horse jerky and found a large flat stone to lie down, and he recited the Buddha's name silently for a while, letting the warm sun shine until he fell asleep.

Just when everyone was sleeping soundly, Zheng Youjian was cleaning up the battlefield. After two battles, he was tired, but how could he be willing to look at the battles left by the Japanese army.

The others had already been greeted by Huo Xiaoshan, and how many things could he take alone, so he dragged Zheng Xiaoyi to help take them.

For the first time, poor Miss Zheng Xiaoyi found out her father's distress when they were together.

She carried her hands underneath her shoulders, and her father had stacked two full rows of Japanese cans from her lower abdomen to the tip of her chin.

Zheng Youjian, on the other hand, withdrew from the battlefield with a brand-new Japanese grenade and a bomb bag.

When Zheng Youjian walked to Huo Xiaoshan's resting place, he saw Xiao Shi sitting on a big stone guard post, but he was already asleep at this time.

After all, they are now surrounded by the Eighth Route Army and the people in the base area, so they can rest assured, and this guard post of Xiaoshi is only symbolic.

"A bunch of little calves are more snorting than the other!" Zheng Youjian chattered.

It's just that his words woke up Xiao Shi, and when Xiao Shi saw Zheng Youjian coming back, he said vaguely, "Fatty, you're back," and then fell asleep.

Zheng Youjian felt that he was also tired, after all, he was not a young man.

So he put the grenadier and grenade in his hand next to the stone, and helped Zheng Xiaoyi put the can next, and he also leaned on the side of the small stone.

"Dad, then I'll go back!" Zheng Xiaoyi said hurriedly when he saw that his father was going to sleep.

"What a return, give your father a guard post, I'm also sleepy." Zheng Youjian said, looked at the grenadier placed next to him and felt uneasy, so he reached out and hugged it into his arms, and muttered his lips, and he also closed his eyes.

It's all asleep, Zheng Xiaoyi is worried.

I had the heart to go back and look at the head of the old regiment who had relapsed from the old injury, but her father asked her to be a guard again, and then I saw that the people in the direct regiment were all asleep lying in a row like that.

Zheng Xiao's heart finally relented, sat down against a big tree, and watched the soldiers and civilians of the Eighth Route who were still busy in the distance become a guard post.