In the mountainous areas on both sides of the Shanghai-Nanjing Highway, where many scattered national troops were temporarily resting and recuperating, the Japanese mechanized troops pursued too fast, and a large number of officers and soldiers did not have time to assemble, and were scattered by the Japanese army and entered the mountainous areas on both sides. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info tried to regroup the soldiers of his original army here, but the effect was not very good, too many national soldiers had already been separated from the original army, and the government's retreat order had caused the morale of these national soldiers to be at a low point, and some soldiers would rather be deserters than return to their original troops.

In fact, it was not only the Nationalist army that temporarily fled to the mountains, but also a large number of refugees who were evacuated from Shanghai with the troops. The haggard Zhao Feixiong will be a little anxious, the dozen or so subordinates who originally followed him out of Shanghai are now only three or five people still with him, and his dignified captain and company commander of the national army is now not as good as a squad leader.

Zhao Feixiong is not a man who can fight, but he has a smart head. On the way, after talking to countless defeated soldiers and officers, Zhao Feixiong now has only one thought in his heart, he must not stay here for long, once the Japanese army follows and chases, these guys who lack guns and ammunition will definitely not be able to resist.

Zhao Feixiong, who didn't want to lose his life in vain, immediately beckoned the three or five soldiers under his command to follow him off the road, people are blindly obedient, some of the routs saw that Zhao Feixiong and his gang were going to leave in the drizzle, and somehow they followed, and some refugees who were worried also followed, Zhao Feixiong and they were already followed by more than 100 rout soldiers and dozens of Shanghai refugees.

Stepping on the mud and burying his head in the road, the slippery feet made Zhao Feixiong secretly scold his mother, but now is not the time to sigh. Although the sky has already brightened, Zhao Feixiong only said that he wants to go to Nanjing, but he doesn't know how far Shanghai is from Nanjing, and the routs and refugees who follow him naturally won't say much.

It was almost Jurong who heard that the front was blocked by Japanese devils, Zhao Feixiong finally found a person who understood, and after careful inquiry, Zhao Feixiong knew that this place was still a hundred and ten kilometers away from Nanjing. Don't dare to take the big road, Zhao Feixiong and his gang smashed open the doors of several big families in a village, and after barely filling their stomachs with rice porridge, Zhao Feixiong drew a big cake for his defeated soldiers again and went to Nanjing.

Whatever the commander says, the defeated soldiers and refugees under Zhao Feixiong have long run out of ideas, since Zhao Feixiong said that he was going to Nanjing, the defeated soldiers and refugees who were taken by Zhao Feixiong and mixed with a full meal naturally just continued to follow. In those fields that seem to be gentle but are actually extremely difficult to walk, they walk all the way to the northeast.

There is actually a lot of gravel hidden under the dead grass in the field full of dead grass, and it is very uncomfortable to step on it, and the withered but very hard vegetation on the surface will always inadvertently hook the trouser legs of pedestrians, and scratch people's legs and feet. At the beginning, these full-stomached soldiers and civilians walked quite fast, but after climbing over two mountain beams, everyone's speed began to slow.

Fortunately, Zhao Feixiong began to be cautious since he left the vicinity of Jurong, and almost every step he had to go before sending sharp soldiers to observe whether it was safe on all sides, so the refugees could rest for a while every distance they advanced. But after a long time, the formation of these hundreds of people still stretched out for a long time, looking slow and messy. "Smack! Syllable! …… "When I stopped to rest again, there was a sudden sound ......of gunfire in the distance, and the first person to stir up was the exhausted refugees.

"The devil is coming! ......" some people shouted, but they were immediately stopped by the routs who were also panicked around them: "What the hell are you arguing about!" I'm afraid the devil doesn't know you're here! ......Amid the shouting and scolding of the rout, the rioting refugees finally began to quiet down. "Boom" "Boom" A few clouds of smoke suddenly rose from the explosion in the crowd, and the routs and refugees who were crowded together were caught off guard.

Although most of the rout soldiers fell on their stomachs at the first explosion, some of the rout soldiers and refugees were drowned in the smoke of the explosion. "Boom...... Rumble...... Rumble! "Shells fell one after another, shrapnel and gravel flew violently with the air waves raised by the explosion, and the whole crowd that was pulled and lying on the ground was beaten into blood gourds." Yes! "Help!" Help me! "Mom!" The rout soldiers and refugees who were not killed but were seriously injured let out all kinds of heart-rending screams for help, which were far more lethal than the shells themselves to some extent, and Zhao Feixiong, whose ears were still bulging and had not fully recovered, was stunned by the screams that were becoming clearer and clearer.

The Japanese army came, the Japanese army really appeared, and the defeated soldiers under Zhao Feixiong suddenly collapsed again, and a large wave of earthy yellow dust pressed in front of them. It was the Japanese army, and the panicked routs found that the explosion above their heads did not seem to stop at all, but the enemy had already rushed over. Bang! Thundered! The grenades fired by the Japanese army from grenadiers continued to fall mercilessly, and with the splash of shrapnel, they easily swept down the routed soldiers and refugees who were standing up like mowing grass, and dozens of Japanese soldiers who rushed at full speed rushed into front of Zhao Feixiong and them in the blink of an eye.

The bayonets in the hands of the Japanese soldiers flashed with cold light, their eyes were full of murderous intent, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of Japanese soldiers suddenly appeared with bayonets and crashed into them like a storm. The sharp bayonet didn't seem to be wielded at all, and the sound of the blade hitting the body was already resounding, and the rout of the national army that had just straightened up fell back to the ground. Zhao Feixiong, who had a wide open mouth, couldn't say a word, just stared blankly at the Japanese soldiers in front of him who were struggling to wield bayonets, and at the routs or refugees who were constantly being stabbed by Japanese soldiers with bayonets.

"Run, run......" I don't know who shouted, the refugees who had already been frightened were the first to start running, and then Zhao Feixiong and his defeated soldiers. In the beginning, the routs would run a distance and turn around and shoot a few shots, but later, everyone was on the run. Zhao Feixiong also lowered his head and bowed his waist, and ran west closely behind the previous soldier. Turning back by chance, the short white-knuckle battle behind him was already coming to an end, and he could only vaguely see a few bloodied routs still fighting bravely, and for a while Zhao Feixiong suddenly felt tragic and majestic, and his heart was infinitely melancholy.

Seeing that the rout soldiers who escaped from Shanghai with him fell one after another under the bayonets of the Japanese soldiers, as well as those panicked refugees, Zhao Feixiong, who had always been timid, suddenly surged up at this moment, suddenly stopped and reached out to draw the bayonet from the scabbard on his waist, and clumsily inserted it into the muzzle. "Brothers, the little devil won't give us a way to live, it's a death horizontally and vertically, so it's better to fight with them, so that the little devil can also see the ability of our Chinese masters." Zhao Feixiong flat, wearing a rifle equipped with a bayonet, shouted at the panicked rout and refugees behind him, there were only about 40 Japanese troops, but they had more than 300 people.

With Zhao Feixiong's shout, more and more defeated soldiers who had already reacted rushed towards those Japanese soldiers with their rifles, and more than 100 young people among the refugees also followed closely with all kinds of "weapons", and they had the strength to drown those Japanese soldiers in one go. "Kill, kill one is enough, kill two and earn one." And when Zhao Feixiong rushed forward with a rifle, a fierce-looking Japanese soldier suddenly hit Zhao Feixiong with an "ahhhhh

Among the more than 100 defeated soldiers of Zhao Feixiong and his men, he was the only officer, and the officer logo on the collar was too conspicuous, and he couldn't complain that this Cao Chang in the Japanese army would cut him first. Being kicked by the other party on his back and facing the sky, the rifle in Zhao Feixiong's hand already didn't know where it had gone, and seeing the other party raise his gun and stab him, Zhao Feixiong was still very sober at this time. He hurriedly rolled to the side, picked up an egg-sized stone from the ground, the distance between the two was less than a meter and a half, he didn't need to aim at all, and directly smashed the stone in his hand at the other party's face.

When fighting face-to-face on the battlefield, either you die or I die, I only heard an oops, and the Japanese soldier Cao Chang, who wanted to stab Zhao Feixiong to death, was hit in the nose by a stone. Among the several organs on the human face, the part of the nose that is second only to the eye is fragile, and it is difficult for anyone to bear to be hit by a stone the size of an egg. Two blood stains flowed from the nose that had been hit hard, and along with the sourness, there were reluctant tears.

"Ah......" shouted Zhao Feixiong, who cheered himself up, pounced on him, and threw the Japanese soldier with blood and tears and snot on the ground with just one face, but what Zhao Feixiong didn't expect was that the other party's reaction was not slow. At the same time as being vigorously pounced by himself, Cao Chang, a Japanese soldier who felt fatally frightened, was furious, and his right hand quickly stabbed Zhao Feixiong in the chest without removing the bayonet. At this life-threatening moment, the desire to survive stimulated every nerve in Zhao Feixiong's body, and he turned his body again with the strength of his waist and abdomen, and the instantaneous movement was not large, but it was enough to avoid the other party's fatal blow.

Dodging the bayonet inserted by the other party, Zhao Feixiong reached out with his left hand and picked up the stone just now again and smashed it hard, and the stone smashed firmly on the face of the Japanese soldier Cao Chang, and the nose that had collapsed suddenly burst out with blood, and the Japanese army Cao Chang's whole person rolled to the side with a "wow" sound. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Feixiong hurriedly grabbed the opponent's rifle from the ground, carried the 38 rifle upside down in both hands, and smashed the rifle in his hand on the opponent like a stick. When it hit the third time, the Japanese soldier Cao Chang stopped struggling, and Zhao Feixiong had already smashed the ribs on one side of his body with his rifle, and the broken ribs had already pierced his organs at this moment.

"Kill, everyone go up together, kill them all." Ignoring the blood on his face, Zhao Feixiong rushed towards the other Japanese soldiers with his rifle, and just a face, the rifle in Zhao Feixiong's hand hit a Japanese soldier's face again. It's just that Zhao Feixiong didn't have the kind of good luck just now, the Japanese soldier who was hit by Zhao Feixiong was not smashed to the ground, and the other party was a trained soldier after all, although he was hit hard in the face, he didn't lose his weapon.

Just like a bear that has entered a state of rage, the Japanese soldier with blood stains on his entire chin roared angrily and confronted Zhao Feixiong with a gun, this seemingly fair combat is Zhao Feixiong's nightmare, and his stabbing level is the most unbeatable in his original infantry company. After two seconds of confrontation, the Japanese soldier with his face covered in blood screamed, and his left foot stepped forward while thrusting his gun. Zhao Feixiong hurriedly swung his gun to block, not wanting the other party to just flick a blow, and the cold bayonet immediately shrank back.

After the rifle in Zhao Feixiong's hand was put out, the bayonet in the other party's hand had already stabbed at Zhao Feixiong's chest, and when he saw the blade of the other party's stabbing towards his chest, he realized that he could not avoid it, Zhao Feixiong had only one thought in his head: This is the end!

At this moment when his life was hanging by a thread, Zhao Feixiong, who unconsciously closed his eyes, suddenly heard a crisp sound of "dang", and then felt a little more warmth on his face, and subconsciously opened his eyes, but just happened to see that the Japanese soldier who was about to insert a bayonet into his chest had fallen, and the opponent's steel helmet had an extra bullet hole at the moment. Zhao Feixiong, who was lucky enough to escape, first picked up the rifle that the other party had dropped on the ground almost instinctively, and then looked left and right, trying to find the guy who had just shot and saved his life.

"Dang" made another crisp sound, and another Japanese soldier who appeared beside Zhao Feixiong also fell backwards with his hands wide open, Zhao Feixiong looked carefully, and there was an extra bullet hole on the steel helmet of this goods, and blood was flying out of the bullet hole. "Come here, brothers, someone is helping us, all lean in, don't mess with these little devils." Zhao Feixiong looked carefully, just blink of an eye, he saw with his own eyes that three Japanese soldiers were shot and fell, and Zhao Feixiong, who had already come to his senses, shouted loudly, asking those defeated soldiers and refugees who were fighting separately to move closer to his side.

The suspicious defeated soldiers and refugee young men desperately approached Zhao Feixiong's side, and at this time, there were only a dozen Japanese soldiers left who confronted Zhao Feixiong with bayonets. "Dang", "Dang", "Dang" A series of jingling sounds, and the sound of bullets piercing through the steel helmet sounded so beautiful to Zhao Feixiong at this moment, just a few breaths, Zhao Feixiong saw that four Japanese soldiers were shot through the steel helmet and head by bullets fired from a distance.

"Nani?" The Japanese second lieutenant with the command knife in his hand was full of disbelief, there was still a sharpshooter with such accurate marksmanship in the Chinese army in Shanghai, which was about to be crippled by the imperial army. Zhao Feixiong didn't know how many gunmen were hiding in the shadows, but he knew that the other party was definitely his own, otherwise he wouldn't just shoot those Japanese soldiers.

The monotonous gunshots rang out one after another, and Zhao Feixiong and his gang, who had already been lying in the field, silently counted the gunshots in their hearts, while the Japanese soldiers who had already determined the way of the bullets at this moment were miserable, they were also lying on the ground, and they could not avoid the bullets fired from the gentle slope in the distance. The Japanese army's khaki uniforms were quite conspicuous in the field, and the remaining green in the field did not provide them with effective cover, and the weeds were too short.

Zhao Feixiong and the others silently counted the gunshot, until the twentieth count, the gunfire finally stopped, and the bold Zhao Feixiong slowly raised his head and looked at the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side for a while, and then got up with a rifle and walked over cautiously. "They're all dead, all the little devils of Dog Day are dead, hahaha, they're all dead." Zhao Feixiong's voice caused the rout soldiers and refugees to stand up and cheer, and these damn devil soldiers were finally all killed.

Zhu Ping led people to rescue the wounded, Song Hu and Da Niu were on alert, and the others cleaned up the battlefield and prepared to retreat. This week, Zhang Cheng led a small detachment to attack the supply convoy of the devil on the periphery, and the artillery position, and the ammunition and supplies that were snatched up, all of which could be transported away were transported to Qinglong Mountain, where to gather the rescued routs, nearly 10,000 people. ”