On the night of the second day, a transport plane flying from the east coast was hit by Japanese anti-aircraft artillery that had been prepared, and with a huge explosion, the plane carrying our follow-up reinforcements crashed into the valley.

I don't know who the people were on that plane, but there was no doubt that they were our comrades, who didn't win Lady Luck in this life-or-death gamble.

Reinforcements were cut off, and we became a real guerrilla force behind enemy lines, and we could be seen running in all the villages of Tengxian County, in the mountains and jungles near and far.

Because we have been fighting the Japanese army without interruption, our battle losses have also continued to increase, from the beginning of 100 people, to more than 70 people. The aspect of food has basically reached the point of one meal a day, and even worse, there is a reduction in weapons and ammunition, which cannot be replenished.

Panic has begun to fill the hearts of all of us.

The radio station that was originally carried became a useless machine because the transmitter was killed. In a subsequent firefight, the radio station was honeycombed by the Japanese heavy machine guns, and we completely lost contact with Shangfeng.

Now, we are alone.

Our remnants of the defeated army had to hide like rats every day, and not only that, but we also had to watch our comrades around us fall one after another under the guns of the Japanese soldiers who pursued us.

In fact, we have nothing to do with the word guerrilla now, in fact we are on the run.

"Oops!"

Mao Xiaodou, who was walking in front of the team, disappeared out of thin air in a hurry.

Mao Xiaodou is the vanguard in charge of exploring the road today, and it is said that it is the vanguard, but in fact, it is only about 100 meters away from more than 70 of us. So he suddenly disappeared on the flat ground, so that the frightened birds behind him were frightened, and everyone immediately lay on the ground without orders, and the muzzles of their guns were pointed forward, looking for the source of danger.

"Brother Anzi...... I fell into the pit......" came the shouts of Mao Xiaodou from the front.

We tried to push forward: "Edamame, where are you?" ”

"I've fallen into a pit......" he repeated.

Local hunters dug a lot of traps in the forest, using leaves or weeds to cover camouflage, to catch large prey, but today this trap was stepped on by Mao Xiaodou.

Duan Biao stood up: "Damn, I scared Lao Tzu, I thought I had met a devil ambush." Why don't you pay attention...... In the past, someone pulled him up. ”

A soldier ran over with a smile and stretched out his rifle upside down: "Edamame, grab the butt, I'll drag you up." ”

Seeing that he was about to pull Mao Xiaodou out of the trap, suddenly a gunshot rang out, and the soldier who pulled Mao Xiaodou fell to the ground with a weak body, and Mao Xiaodou, who had already climbed halfway, lost his traction power and fell down again.

I was startled and quickly ducked behind the trees, but in an instant the thumping of bullets grazed over my head, and I jumped and rolled into the grass again. We could not see the enemy's position, but it was almost certain from the sound of gunfire that the Japanese troops who ambushed us must have been hiding in a tree again, otherwise they would not have covered such a large area with their shots.

The Japanese army likes to climb trees, which is a tactic they frequently use in the war in Burma, they rely on the trunk of the tree as a cover, condescending to shoot at will, even if you lie in a foxhole, it is still within their effective range, and the expeditionary force has suffered in Burma in this regard.

The intertwined network of three or eight bullets seemed to come from all directions, and in the blink of an eye, we had already suffered more than a dozen casualties. This is the first time since we crossed the river that we have encountered such large casualties, even in a few battles with the Japanese army, there were no such large casualties.

Duan Biao was in a hurry, he hid behind a big tree, held a submachine gun, and blindly fired back at the tree.

"Old Duan, save some bullets!" I shot a shot at the tree and it didn't hit either.

There were at least twenty or thirty Japanese soldiers in the trees around us, and our whole team was completely exposed to their guns, and if we continued to fight like this, we would be in danger of annihilation.

"Stop fighting, retreat!" I screamed, shooting and retreating.

"Edamame is still in the trap!" Duan Biao wanted to save edamame, but was immediately pressed back by the bullets of the Japanese army.

"I can't take care of it!" I threw two grenades in succession, and the smoke of the explosion caused the remnants of our fifty or so people to escape from the woods.

Mao Xiaodou died, he was shot more than 20 times, there were no fatal gunshot wounds, he died of blood loss. This teenager, who fantasizes about returning to his hometown, is shot like a prey in the jungle.

After the Japanese army withdrew, we had the opportunity to collect the bodies of a dozen or so comrades who died in the woods. When Mao Xiaodou was untied from the tree, many Qiu Ba shed tears, no part of his body was intact, and the gunshot wounds all over his body were shocking to look at, this is the soldier I have ever seen the most gunshot wounds.

We dug a big pit deep in the forest, and more than a dozen brothers were carried into the pit in turn, and when they were buried in the soil, Duan Biao muttered loudly: "The brothers are all gone, when you cross the bridge, pull each other, don't fucking fall behind!" Take care of edamame, he's timid and afraid of ...... dark."

Duan Biao choked, he quickly turned his head and breathed heavily into the sky.

All the Qiu Ba were in this atmosphere of rabbit death and fox sorrow, and they couldn't live in panic all day.

A month later.

More than half of us were wounded and killed, including seven or eight wounded soldiers, and because of the lack of medical care, it seemed that it was only a matter of time before the seriously wounded soldiers among them died.

With this kind of all-round loss of replenished armament, we are no longer able to wage a large-scale guerrilla war against the Japanese army, and we cannot pose much of a threat to the Japanese army, and in fact have lost their original strategic significance.

A group of hungry fellows, only when they needed food, came out of the ravine out of the woods, like animals that wanted to survive, even if they knew the danger was going to come out to feed.

The sources of access to food are very limited, and we now dare not provoke the Japanese army as a whole, so we can only find ways in other links.

Just like today, we lay on both sides of the road, waiting to ambush the vehicles carrying supplies to the various Japanese strongholds in the county town.

This is the second time we have done this, and although the second time is necessarily risky, there is no way, we are a hungry army and we need food.

Trucks carrying materials came from near and far, with only one car, and in the cab there was a driver and a Japanese officer. The rear compartment of the truck is semi-enclosed, so we can't see what's going on inside, and according to the normal configuration, there should be at least five or six Japanese soldiers escorting it inside.

"Do you want to do it?" Duan Biao's current tone was completely like a mountain king wanting to rob.

"!" I was ruthless. This was a last resort, and if you didn't do it, you had to do it, and the brothers had been hungry for a day and a night.

Duan Biao threw out a grenade with all his might, the grenade exploded at the wheel, and the car braked sharply and stopped in the middle of the road.

In the back compartment of the truck, six or seven Japanese soldiers jumped out at once, and they quickly hid behind the car.