At five o'clock in the morning, before dawn, a garrison position on the outskirts of Huaiyin was still shrouded in the darkest night before dawn, and everything was no different from usual.

With the head of the realm, Baoying's once again fell into the strength of the devil, and Huaiyin has become the only remaining county seat in the control area of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps.

Some important facilities such as the clothing factory and the military workshop of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps are all in Huaiyin, which is a big rear area compared to the front line that has been fighting against the devils.

And there are troops of the 8th Security Brigade on the flanks here, and further north is the Lunan Mountains, which is where the theater headquarters is located.

After the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps took control of Huaiyin, the battle line continued to expand outward, and there was no smell of gunpowder here for several days.

The people who fled to Huaiyin from all over the place one after another also settled here, making this important town of Jianghuai prosperous again.

Zhang Liechen, deputy chief of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps, was like a big butler, who had been sitting in Huaiyin and stabilizing the rear of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps.

Now after the loss of the head of the Baoying realm, the atmosphere in Huaiyin has also become tense, especially since many of the troops withdrawn from Baoying are scarred and embarrassed, which has caused panic to a certain extent.

Fortunately, Zhang Liechen and their timely refutation of the rumors finally stabilized the situation, but in the face of the increasingly tense situation, everyone was shrouded in dark clouds.

Everyone understands that once the devils gain a firm foothold in Baoying, their next target will definitely be Huaiyin, which is close at hand.

Therefore, the defenders of Huaiyin are also actively rearming for war, especially the withdrawal of many troops from Baoying, which greatly strengthens Huaiyin's defense.

However, the troops withdrawn from the front line are all fighting bloody battles with devils and urgently need to rest and recuperate, so the outer defense line is currently in charge of the "patriotic battalion" of Major Battalion Commander Zheng Gang.

The "patriotic battalion" was all formed by the puppet army and others who had been captured before, and after the whole training, it has now become an anti-Japanese team.

It's just that they have always been responsible for the guards of Huaiyin in the rear, unlike the rest of the battalions that have been fighting against the little devils, so how effective it is is to be discussed, but they are still competent for general garrison tasks.

The news of the devil's attack has spread all over the sky, and the troops guarding the front line have also been strengthened.

Previously, there was only one squad guarding the first-line guard position on the perimeter, but now it has been strengthened to the strength of a platoon.

As soon as there is any disturbance, they will be able to warn the position of the second defense in time.

In one of the trenches, two guerrilla sentinels walked one after the other, and they belonged to the mobile sentinels, patrolling back and forth along a fixed route.

"Take a break and smoke a cigarette."

Everyone fell asleep, and there was silence all around, and the two wandering sentinels came to a leeward trench, and the leading sentry stopped, ready to steal for a while.

The other sentry was much more timid, glancing at the sentry standing guard with his back to them in the distance and said, "There won't be a commander patrolling, right?" ”

The military discipline of the guerrilla corps in northern Jiangsu is still very strict, and once they violate military discipline in the course of carrying out their tasks, they must go to the inspectorate to be dealt with by military law.

"Don't worry, the chief is sleeping a lot, just smoke a cigarette to warm up, it's okay." The other sentry said as he took a box of cigarettes from his coat pocket, put one in his mouth, and lit it with a match.

"Give me one." The other sentry also sat down against the trench with his gun in his hand, staring at the sentry who was smoking.

"Give-" The sentry was also generous, and threw one over, and said with a smile: "This is the serious Hardgate, I got it from the black market." ”

In such a war years, due to the blockade of the little devils, the guerrilla areas were in short supply, although the front-line troops were able to seize some good things from the devils, but for them, the garrison troops who stayed behind in the rear, life was much harder.

But fortunately, they all have military salaries to pay, and they can still get some of their favorite gadgets through the black market, such as Hardman cigarettes.

"It smells great." The brother lit his cigarette and took a hard puff, his face filled with intoxication.

"Enjoy it if you can enjoy it now, who knows when the 100 catties of meat will be left behind." Seeing the brother smoking intoxicated, the brother who smoked said with some melancholy.

"You are so decent, why did you suddenly say such depressing words." The sentinel leaning against the trench asked puzzled.

"I'm afraid our peaceful days won't last long, I heard that the little devil has already laid down Baoying, I estimate that the next target is our Huaiyin." Said the dejected sentry.

"Who did you listen to?" The sentry leaning against the trench was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly asked.

After all, in the past few days, a large number of refugees and scarred troops have withdrawn, and he is also very worried in his heart.

Once the little devil really fights Huaiyin, the good days will really come to an end, and the thought of the rain of bullets and blood flowing like a river, this brother can't help but feel a palpitation.

"Who else needs to say this, it's a clear thing, the little devil is fighting all the way north this time, and he is coming at us."

"Our Northern Jiangsu Corps is strong and strong, even if the little devil comes, we are not afraid." The sentinel leaning on the trench comforted himself.

"The head of the realm and Baoying have been lost, and I think Huaiyin is also hanging." The sentry took a hard drag on his cigarette and shook his head.

"It's not that the little devil hasn't beaten yet, even if he does, with Chief Yang here, I don't think the little devil will be pleased." The sentry leaning on the trench seemed very optimistic and full of confidence in Yang Ling.

"That maybe, our Huaiyin is so close to Baoying, but the devil is here in an instant, maybe when he will call."

"Mother, don't say such frustrating words, let the commander listen, and convict you of disturbing the morale of the army, no one can save you......" The sentry in the trench kindly reminded.

"Shhhh

Before the sentry leaning against the trench had finished speaking, he suddenly saw the sentry sitting opposite him and suddenly made a shushing gesture to him.

"What's wrong?" The sentinel asked, puzzled.

"Don't talk, devil!"

The sentry hurriedly pushed the cigarette butt in his hand into the dirt, and wrapped one hand around the mouth of the speaking sentry, facing Nunu in the distance.

The brother turned his head to see two men in steel helmets covering the mouth of their sentry standing at a distance, and stabbing them with bayonets.

When they saw this scene, their faces turned a little pale with fright, who knew that as soon as they said the devil, the devil touched it.

"Let's go, let's go."

The sentry who found the devil saw that there were also more than a dozen devils with bayonets in their hands on the left side who jumped into the trench, and dragged the brother to hurriedly climb back along the communication trench.

The sudden turn of events caused both sentries to panic, and they almost crawled back to where they were sleeping.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the devil has touched it."

When they rushed into their sleeping bunkers, they woke up one by one with panicked faces.

PS: The recommended "War of Resistance Against Returning My Rivers and Mountains" has millions of words, has been fat, and can be slaughtered.