"The Japanese have retreated, the Japanese have retreated!"

"The Japanese army fled, the Japanese army fled!"

In Dongluocheng, Xiluocheng, Shanhaiguan City, Weiyuan City, Jiaoshan Great Wall, and Beiyi City, the soldiers and generals of the Qing army shouted happily when they saw the Japanese army retreating in panic. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Haha, this battle is a good fight!"

In the whistling north wind like a knife cutting his face, Li Jingfang pressed his hands on the wall tiles of the battlements of the city tower, and his eyes were so excited that his eyes were shining, and he couldn't stop laughing.

"It's getting late today, but the ramp shelves on the back wall should be erected first, and all nine guns will be removed from the city wall as soon as possible starting early tomorrow morning."

He Changying ordered Li Fengrui, who was waiting beside him: "One door is placed at the north gate, and the other is placed at the south gate; The other seven gates, you will consult and see how they are arranged. ”

"Anzhi, you have to remove the cannon;"

Li Jingfang next to him looked at He Changying in shock and asked, "Wouldn't it be a pity that such a sharp weapon of heavenly weapons was not placed on the city wall to destroy the Japanese?" ”

"That's it, this red-coated cannon is really violent!"

Luo Huafei, the artillery sentry commander standing on the side, also disagreed.

"These artillery pieces are the fat in the mouths of the Japanese artillerymen, and when the Japanese artillery positions are arranged, they will definitely destroy these cannons first, and we have nothing to do with them; Even the six 78mm Krupp guns hidden in the city could not shoot against their eighteen fortress guns. ”

As a veteran who has seen the Jinzhou artillery battle, the Dalian Bay artillery battle, and the Nanguanling artillery battle, Li Fengrui naturally knows the horror and accuracy of modern artillery.

"Moreover, once the Japanese shells hit the bodies of these bronze cannons, it was even more terrifying;"

He Changying's face was gloomy and said: "Whether it is the terrifying lethality of shrapnel tearing, or the huge destruction of the city wall in the jump of the two-ton cannonball, it is an unbearable thing. ”

North Korea, twenty miles south of Bochuan City, Japanese army bunker.

"According to the report, the Japanese army in Bochuan is about one and a half squadrons, and it is approaching rapidly, and it is estimated that the distance is less than five miles at this time."

A scout galloped up the hill and stood in front of the crown to report.

"How, to withdraw or not?"

Wang Guanji grinned and looked at the Japanese soldiers and Dongyang ronins who were hiding in the bunker, shouting 'wow' and constantly shooting, and the stubborn Japanese soldiers and Oriental ronin turned their heads to ask Qian Pengfei beside him.

"It's too late to attack hard, let's attack with fire."

Speaking of this, Qian Pengfei couldn't help but smash his mouth with pity.

The bunker must have stocked up on a lot of food and ammunition, which was urgently needed by the rapidly expanding guerrilla brigade.

This time, the guerrilla brigade used 400 soldiers and nearly 300 rifles, but the result was still a failure.

"Haha, well, burn these beasts! Don't they love to set fire to their houses? ”

Wei Mingli, the leader of the third squadron of the Korean guerrillas in the middle of the road, who was standing next to him, liked to jump straight when he heard it.

"Burn it; Hurry up! ”

Wang Guanji glanced at Wei Mingli angrily.

"Brothers, pile up firewood and burn the pigs!"

Wei Mingli yelled excitedly in Chinese, Korean, and shouted twice.

"Roast pig, roast pig!"

Hearing such a happy order, the guerrillas, especially the Korean soldiers, shouted with joy, carried their guns and went to pick up firewood, and ran to pile up the walls of the Japanese pillboxes.

"Baga, these Korean pigs are going to burn the bunkers; Call them for me! ”

The Japanese soldiers hiding in the masonry structure on the outer wall, and the stairs on the second floor inside are all wooden blockhouses, and when they look at the guerrillas outside the shooting hole, they hold piles of firewood to the pillbox guns, of course they know what they want to do.

The Japanese soldiers in the bunker were shocked and angry, yelling and putting their guns in the shooting holes one by one, desperately shooting to stop them.

"Aim for me!"

Seeing that the Korean soldiers stopped shooting, and they were red-eyed and only cared about piling firewood, the Chinese soldiers hurriedly and violently shot at the shooting holes of the Japanese pillboxes to prevent the Japanese from shooting.

"Oh, oh—"

Soon, the outer walls of the entire bunker were filled with dry wood, and a raging flame burst into flames.

The partisans cheered for an orderly evacuation.

Then, smoke rose from the inside of the Japanese bunker, and the heart-rending howls of the Japanese soldiers were heard inside, and the Korean soldiers laughed heartily one by one.

"Ahh

A group of flaming Japanese soldiers fled to the top floor of the bunker and then jumped off the bunker like a fireball.

It smashed into the sea of fire below, and a large cloud of sparks was raised.

"Withdraw!"

With the issuance of the order of Wang Guanji, more than 400 guerrilla soldiers, carrying the bodies of their fallen and seriously wounded comrades-in-arms and supporting their lightly wounded comrades-in-arms, soon disappeared into the mountains and forests of Korea.

"Yaga!"

On the Yiju Avenue two miles north of the bunker, the captain of the first brigade of the 21st Wing, who led the team, rode on the top of the war horse, looking at the Japanese bunker with flames and thick smoke, and shouted angrily.

During the battle in the bridge of the boat, Mori was wounded in the thigh by a bullet from the Qing army, and has not fully recovered.

Looking at the guerrillas who disappeared at the edge of the jungle from afar, Mori Yujing's new hatred and old hatred surged into his heart together, but he was helpless.

When the remaining troops of Fang Daebu and Oshima Yoshimasa's 9th Brigade were fighting in full swing on the front lines of Pyongyang, Bocheon, and Anju, the remnants of the anti-Japanese army in the Shuifeng area fell into a great predicament.

After Shuifeng was raided by the Japanese army that day, Xu Ru, Zhang Jingjing and more than 70 soldiers chose to stay in Shuifeng and Shuozhou to continue to deal with the Japanese army.

Later, more than 20 soldiers returned to the team inside and out, and received more than 300 Korean troops left by Min Yongjun's department.

After that, the slightly recovered team and the Japanese search team fought more than a dozen small encounters and ambush battles, with victories and defeats, each with its own gains and losses.

However, the troops soon found themselves in a situation where they were short of food, medicine, and ammunition.

The severe cold, hunger, and guerrilla attacks everywhere made many soldiers fall ill, and also made many North Korean soldiers deserters.

By now, the unit had been reduced to 159 men, all of whom were frostbitten.

Moreover, now the Japanese army has recruited a large number of soldiers from the original Min Yongjun to fight against the encirclement and suppression of the Japanese army.

Most of these soldiers were the guards of various cities in North Korea, and they were basically mothers, and they were far more familiar with the terrain of this generation than the Japanese army.

Under the leadership of these puppet troops, the team of the anti-Japanese army coalition army has a more difficult time.

At this time, Xu Ru, Zhang Jingjing, Shen Yuedong, Park Tae-joon, and Kim Young-kwang of the Korean ethnic group stood on top of a small river and watched the guerrillas pecking the ice and fishing.

"Ahem—"

Xu Ru has been tired of continuous high-intensity exertion these days, and he has a high cold and fever a few days ago, but fortunately, an old Chinese medicine doctor in a nearby village grinded a few packets of antelope horn powder to save Xu Ru.

Zhang Jingjing looked at Xu Ru, who was so thin that he seemed to fall down as soon as the wind blew, and persuaded him softly: "Xu Ru, the river is windy, you go and rest for a while and bake the fire." ”

Xu Ru shook his head gently, and couldn't help but look at Lushun in the southwest direction.

What is that man doing now?

He's okay.

In his spare time, does he think about me occasionally?

I don't know if we can meet alive.

I miss you so much!