It's not that they haven't chased, but the end of catching up is very miserable, there may be a mine explosion under their feet, and suddenly the next wave of ambushes in the mountains with several times more dense firepower appears.? Huoranwen ????.

Such ambushes will appear dozens of times a day on the battlefield on the front line of Laiyuan.

Where there are puppet troops and Japanese soldiers forcing the common people to destroy the crops in the fields, there are such battles, and the songs that are like a nightmare for the Japanese army.

"The bastards of the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment, there is a kind of real thing that comes out to fight us, and there is a kind of don't run away after the fight!"

"You shrunken turtles!"

"The Baga of the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment is very cunning, and his conscience is greatly broken......"

Every day, you can hear those Japanese soldiers speaking half-baked Chinese, roaring at the strange screams of grief and indignation in the mountains and forests ahead, and beside them, the corpses of the Japanese soldiers are bleeding all over the ground and gradually cold.

Those puppet soldiers are also screaming, screaming and secretly rejoicing at the same time.

As soon as they returned to the garrison at night, many puppet soldiers sneaked out of the camp with small bags, and when they came back, they distributed oceans or gross tickets to those puppet soldiers in the camp.

"Why do you have a lot more money in a few days?" A puppet soldier asked in a low voice.

"The price of the ammunition collector has increased!"

The puppet soldier who went out to trade said: "It's been more than ten days of fighting, there may be a shortage of ammunition over there, right?" ”

"It should be, they don't have an arsenal, and in such a large-scale and long-term battle, their ammunition consumption will definitely not be able to keep up!"

The puppet soldiers whispered and discussed, discussing whether they should take the initiative to raise prices and earn more money according to the changes in the situation in the future, anyway, the price of ammunition received from the imperial army is fixed, as long as the price sold here is higher than that received by the imperial army, the money is made in vain.

"By the way, let's resell ammunition so privately, if the imperial army knows, it will kill the head!" There are puppet soldiers who have some weak hearts.

"If you don't let the Imperial Army know, won't you have it?"

Most of the puppet soldiers said indifferently: "Let's just eat together, otherwise we wouldn't be Chinese to fight Chinese, and those guys from the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment don't want to die at all, why should we provoke them?" Besides, don't you see that those guys almost only fight the Japanese army, not us, we just put a few shots, and then make money for nothing, isn't it? ”

"Hey, hey, that's called having a good heart and a happy cooperation, right?"

Many puppet soldiers laughed and said, even if sometimes both sides were injured by mistake, but the probability was extremely small, they simply wished that this battle would continue to be fought, so that they could continue to fish.

There are so many such transactions that no one can remember who was the first to find out about this transaction, anyway, the person who collected the ammunition can be regarded as a child, as long as anyone carries the ammunition, they can exchange it for bullets, and these puppet soldiers don't care whether the person who first discovered this transaction has ulterior motives.

"By the way, the song they sang is pretty good!"

There is a pseudo-military road, and even hummed a few words: "The rivers and mountains are beautiful and the peaks and mountains are stacked, look at my country, which seems to be infected with ......"

“…… Historically, robbers have invaded and will eventually die......"

"Rush out of the way, wave your hand!"

"We must devote ourselves to the prosperity of the country!"

"Shall the land be trampled on again, and each one will take up the mission......"

Some people sang excitedly, and a small chorus was formed in an instant, and then when they sang "How can the land be trampled on again, and everyone should take up the mission", their voices became lower and lower, and their faces were as if they had been slapped a few times suddenly, and they were hot.

Few of these puppet soldiers have read books, so they don't understand any big truths, but the lyrics don't look like those in the mouth of old pedants, they are just saliva, even they can understand it as soon as they hear it, and they know what it means to sing in the song.

"Yelling what? Sleep sleep! ”

Someone shouted, and then everyone lay down, but the song kept recalling in their ears, and they couldn't sleep one by one, and their hearts seemed to be stuffed with a handful of straw, and it was uncomfortable.

Deep in the mountains and forests, only a dozen miles away from the front line, if the Japanese army advanced at full speed, it might not take two hours to reach.

The small cave is divided into two parts, and there are a lot of lanterns hanging in the back part, and dozens of technicians are methodically reloading bullets with the collected cartridge casings.

In front of it, it was regarded as a front-line headquarters, with a walkie-talkie on one side, and under the dim oil lamp, Lu Yuan was staring at the map, marking the map with a pencil from time to time, with a serious expression as if he was wary of whether a muzzle could be revealed in the map at any time.

From time to time outside the cave, officers of various detachments came back to collect ammunition and report on the situation ahead.

"Today, our squad launched three ambushes and killed thirteen Japanese soldiers, one of us was seriously wounded, and three were slightly wounded......"

"It's about the same on our side, no one died, but four were seriously injured and have been sent to the field hospital for rescue, Fujita Ichiro's face is very unsightly, and it is estimated that he is ...... hanging"

The big dog Xiong Mao Yingwang Ma Zhu and the others walked in, handed over the big bag of bullet shells to Su Yan, asked him to count and distribute the bullets, and at the same time reported the situation to Lu Yuan.

"Hmmm......"

Lu Yuan nodded, and suddenly asked, "Are your feet okay?" ”

"It's okay......"

A few people, and then involuntarily shrank their feet.

Now the rain has been falling non-stop, and it is wet everywhere, and many people have rashes and colds, but the most serious problem is the feet.

Now everyone is almost barefoot, those straw sandals break down after a few steps in the mud, and as for the military boots that are used to wearing from the corpses of devils, no one is willing to wear them in this rainy season.

Soaking in the water every day, many of the soldiers and militiamen's feet were rotten, and stepping on them hurt like stepping on the tip of a needle, and because most of them were barefoot, it was not uncommon for the flesh and blood to be scratched by the stones and thorns in the mountains.

"Hey......"

Lu Yuan let out a long sigh and didn't continue to ask, because even if he asked clearly, what would it be? He is simply powerless to solve these problems.

Although Wang Mazhu and others said that it was okay, he knew very well that there would be nothing at all? The moment a few people shrank their feet, they had completely betrayed them.

Even they are like this, what is the situation of ordinary soldiers and militias, do not ask.

The Japanese army scolded them for coming and going like the wind, scolding them for running faster than dogs, and the puppet army envied them for running away after the fight, and did not make any direct contact to reduce casualties.

But what these Japanese puppet soldiers didn't know was that they often lay in ambush for hours, motionless in the mud, their bodies were soaked, and every foot was like stepping on a knife when they fled.

War has always been cruel, not a storm, but a cruel side that few people see.