On the dirt road from Guanqiao Town to Xinbian River, Qiao Anbang led the 2nd Tank Regiment to the north quickly, and saw many defeated guerrillas along the way, but he did not encounter any small infiltration troops disguised by devils, because when those routs saw dozens of huge steel beasts suddenly appearing from the dark night, they discarded the guns in their hands on the ground without waiting for the order of the Tiger Ben Army tank soldiers, knelt on the ground and raised their hands to beg for mercy.

Qiao Anbang did not look down on them, most of the 59th and 40th armies were recruits, and it can be seen from the psychological endurance of these guerrillas he encountered that they were those recruits of the 59th and 40th armies.

The reason why Qiao Anbang did not look down on them was because these recruits had only been a few months before they were recruited into the army, and judging from the situation of the 59th and 40th armies themselves, these recruits would definitely not have the same squandering of bullets as the recruits of the Tiger Ben Army who could squander bullets without scruples when they trained. Not even a few bullets have been fired, and the combat effectiveness can be imagined.

In addition, Pang and Zhang's troops did not have the sophisticated equipment of the Tiger Army, and they had sufficient logistics and supplies, so it was reasonable for them to have such a reaction.

As the saying goes, sharpshooters are fed with bullets, and they are also recruits, and the Tiger Army has regular training, plenty of ammunition to use, and nutritious food to supplement the food they need for training, and everyone's body is gradually getting stronger.

And these miscellaneous troops of the Northwest Army, in the [***] battle sequence, definitely belong to the kind that grandma doesn't love and grandma doesn't love, and the supplies allocated by the superiors have been deducted from layers to fill their pockets, and there are really very few that can really reach them.

Their recruits can only eat two meals a day, and they are not dry, they can't eat enough, let alone enough ammunition for training, and it is a miracle that such a unit does not collapse at the touch of a button when it goes to the front line.

By questioning those routs, Qiao Anbang learned that the current situation was that both Zhang Zizhong's 59th Army and Pang Bingxun's 40th Army had been dispersed by the infiltration troops of the Yue Army, and it was late at night, and the communication between the various troops gradually became chaotic.

"Junza, if you go any further, you will reach Guanqiao Town." The intercom sounded the reminder of the commander of the tank at the head of the platoon.

"I know, continue to advance, join up with the 1st regiment, and meet the 65th Army," Qiao Anbang was in a heavy mood, and did not meet Zhang Zizhong and Pang Bingxun, so there were only two possibilities, either they were wiped out by the Yue army, or they were separated.

"Yes!" The commander immediately replied aloud.

In the dark of night, after radio contact with the tank regiment, Qiao Anbang learned some of the latest battle conditions, in order to pursue the retreat from Xuzhou as much as possible, the army sent a large number of pursuit troops to pursue overnight.

Liu Ruming's 65th Army paid heavy casualties, although it broke out of the encirclement from Xuzhou, but it was also pursued and beaten by the pursuing troops of the Yue Army, and was finally caught up by the Yue Army in Tongshan County and surrounded in Tongshan County, but fortunately, the armored regiment of the Tiger Ben Army arrived in time and rescued the 65th Army.

After receiving this information, Qiao Anbang immediately ordered his troops to speed up their advance and assist the 1st Tank Regiment to cover the retreat of Liu Ruming's troops to northern Anhui.

.......................................... "Commander, be careful!" "In a wheat field southwest of Guanqiao Town. More than ten [***] soldiers carrying a stretcher are struggling to advance in the field path, and the leader is Zhang Zizhong, the commander of the 59th Army, and the 40th Army commander Pang Bingxun is lying on the stretcher.

Pang Bingxun was hit in the abdomen by shrapnel from a grenade and was seriously wounded, and the troops directly under the military headquarters of the two were also left with only more than a dozen people left in the melee.

Zhang Zizhong walked at the front of the team with a pistol in hand, his vigilant eyes constantly observing the surroundings.

"Throne, where are we? Has it already arrived in northern Anhui? An adjutant who followed Zhang Zizhong raised the steel helmet on top of his head and asked heavily.

"Not yet, if we want to reach northern Anhui, we must at least cross the Xinbian River and continue to move forward." Zhang Zizhong said and waved his hand.

"Yes!" The adjutant immediately replied.

At this moment, two more gunshots rang out in the night behind, Zhang Zizhong heard the change in color, and suddenly turned his head and said: "It's not good, it's the sound of the 38 big cover, the little devil is catching up, go quickly!" ”

The group carried Pang Bingxun and walked forward quickly, but carrying a person weighing more than two hundred pounds, if they wanted to speed up, the difficulty can be imagined, and these soldiers have been running for several days in a row, and their physical strength has already been seriously overdrawn.

With a "boom", one of the soldiers carrying the stretcher was physically exhausted and fell to the ground, and the entire stretcher suddenly fell to the ground, and the other three fighters also fell.

The severe pain made Pang Bingxun let out a muffled snort, Zhang Zizhong hurriedly walked over and helped the physically exhausted soldier up, and took over the corner of the stretcher for him, and the other three soldiers did not dare to slack off when they saw this, and hurriedly struggled to lift the stretcher.

"Let's go!" Zhang Zizhong shouted in a low voice, and immediately strode forward.

Pang Bingxun was lying on the stretcher and listened to the gunshots getting closer and closer in the rear, and said weakly to Zhang Zizhong beside him: "Old Zhang, it's okay, don't fuck me up, let go... Put me down......"

"Don't talk nonsense, Pang Cripple, save some energy and live a little longer, Lao Tzu will bring you to northern Anhui, Qiao Anbang has medicines and military doctors under his hands, they will definitely be able to save you!" Zhang Zizhong gasped and scolded in a low voice.

"Lao Zhang, I understand your intentions, but if you take me like this, no one can escape! Put me down, leave a grenade for Lao Tzu, I will avenge my chief of staff on them! Pang Bingxun coughed twice and said weakly.

"Nonsense, there are not many old buddies in our Northwest Army, I will never leave you, leave you alone here to take revenge, as the saying goes, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, as long as you don't die, we can also fight again with the whole army, and then fight back to Xuzhou, the shame of this battle!" Zhang Zizhong gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice.

"Bang Bang!" The gunshots were getting closer and closer, and it was obvious that the devils behind had also discovered Zhang Zizhong's traces and were chasing them quickly.

"Junza, the little devil is catching up." The adjutant said loudly in a hurry.

"How many?" Zhang Zizhong asked loudly without replying.

"I guess there are more than a dozen!" The adjutant replied as he turned around.

"A dozen little books? The son of a bitch raised it, it's really a tiger falling in Pingyang and being bullied by dogs! Stop it! Chop these dozen or so small books first, and then let's go on the road again! Zhang Zizhong gave an order, and more than a dozen soldiers stopped one after another and put Pang Bingxun and the stretcher aside.

Zhang Zizhong inserted his pistol into the holster, slowly pulled out a ghost-headed machete from the adjutant north, and said coldly: "Brothers, let the little devil taste the knife skills of my Northwest Army!" ”

The other warriors followed suit, pulling out the iron broadsword on their backs, and then slashed down in unison, staring coldly at the black shadows that flashed in front of them from time to time.

As the distance approached, the dozen or so devil chasers also discovered the situation here, and immediately stopped shooting, and retreated the bullets in the chamber of the gun one after another, and then a wolf under the leadership of Cao Chang rushed towards Zhang Zizhong and them.

Zhang Zizhong slammed the ghost-headed machete in his hand and roared angrily: "Brothers, rush me!" Chop up these bastards! ”

"Rush!"

"Kill!" More than a dozen soldiers of the Northwest Army roared hoarsely in unison, raising the iron broadsword in their hands and following Zhang Zizhong towards the devil.

"Kill!"

"Bang... The two sides quickly approached, and for a while the shouts of killing and the sound of weapons clashing sounded one after another.

"Dog, die!" Thinking of his comrades who died tragically under the sneak attack of the Yue army, General Zhang Zizhong was full of anger, and the sharp ghost head machete slashed Huashan with a force and slashed down the ghost army Cao in front of him.

"Poof!" With a bang, the extremely sharp ghost head machete cut the devil army Cao Lianren with a gun into two.

"Ahh When the other devil saw that his companion was hacked to death with one move, he suddenly became anxious, and rushed up with a 38 rifle in a roar.

"Humph!" General Zhang Zizhong snorted coldly and swung his sword to meet him.

The ghost head machete in General Zhang Zizhong's hand slashed horizontally, and immediately smashed the 38 rifle stabbed by the devil infantry, and then raised his right foot and kicked it on the chest of the devil soldier, and the ghost soldier suddenly howled miserably and fell backwards to the ground.

General Zhang Zizhong has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and the kick just now came out with hatred, and his leg strength was very strong, and he directly kicked a few ribs of the devil soldier, and after falling to the ground, the devil soldier began to curl up and howl in pain.

General Zhang Zizhong walked up quickly with the ghost head machete, raised the knife in both hands, and stabbed down suddenly: "Poof", the half of the blade of the ghost head knife instantly pierced the front chest of the ghost soldier lying on the ground, and blood splashed General Zhang Zizhong's face.

General Zhang Zizhong suddenly drew his knife with an awe-inspiring expression, turned around and looked around, only to see that more than ten devil soldiers had all been cut down to the ground by his side, but none of his side were killed or injured, and he couldn't help but raise his knife and roar. "Commander, retreat." The adjutant came over covered in blood and whispered.

"Hmm!" Zhang Zizhong nodded, waved his big hand, and said, "Take the devil's weapon and move on?!" ”

Just as Zhang Zizhong's words fell, more intensive gunfire sounded in the distance, and the bullets that whizzed around in the dark night were as dazzling as meteors. "It's not good, it's a devil again!" The people who have survived until now are veterans of a hundred battles, and they are very familiar with the sound of the devil's 38 big cover and the crooked light machine gun.

"And a crooked-handled light machine gun!" The adjutant and another fighter whispered alertly.

"Pick up your weapons and get ready for battle!" Before Zhang Zizhong finished speaking, he bent down and picked up a 38 rifle with a bayonet on it, and the opponent had a machine gun, so naturally he could no longer engage in white-knuckle combat.

More than a dozen soldiers of the Northwest Army lowered their heads to pick up their guns, and then followed Zhang Zizhong quickly to a small ditch where they bowed their heads in the field, and the two soldiers also dragged Pang Bingxun and his people into the ditch with a stretcher.

Lying in the ditch, General Zhang Zizhong looked ahead with his eyes like a torch, and as far as his eyes could see, the devil's crooked machine gun sprayed flames intermittently, but judging from the devil's aimless point shot, they didn't know the specific situation here, maybe they just heard the sound of fighting here just now and rushed to hear the news.

"Brothers, pay attention, don't shoot yet, put the devil close before fighting! Strive for each of us to kill a devil in the first round of shooting," General Zhang Zizhong saw that the devil had more than half a team, and couldn't help but admonish in a deep voice.

Everyone didn't speak, but they resolutely carried out Zhang Zizhong's order, and they didn't fire a single shot until the devil was within fifty meters.

Due to the sudden lack of movement here, the devil soldiers had stopped shooting, and several flashlights were shining back and forth.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed ghost soldier found more than a dozen corpses lying in front of him with the help of a flashlight, and immediately ran over in shock, and the other ghost soldiers behind him also ran up quickly.

Obviously, these devils were in the same group as the devils killed by General Zhang Zizhong, and when the devil saw the corpse clearly, he immediately began to cry wolf.

General Zhang Zizhong saw that the opportunity could not be missed, and immediately ordered sharply: "Shoot!" As soon as he spoke, he took the lead in pulling the trigger, and the 38 big cover let out a "snap" gunshot, and a hot bullet accurately hit the devil soldier not far away, and the devil soldier fell straight to the ground in an instant.

Almost at the same time as General Zhang Zizhong fired, more than a dozen other Northwest Army soldiers also opened fire, "Papapa......" A row of bullets whistled and pounced on the crowd of devils not far away, although it was night, but because the distance was too close, and the devils were standing relatively densely, so the soldiers of the Northwest Army almost hit the guns when they shot indiscriminately.

Dozens of devils suddenly fell by a third, but obviously these devils are also well-trained, and the rest of the devils fell to the ground one after another, especially the few devils in front of them directly turned over the corpses of their companions, used the corpses as cover, and began to shoot back.

"Bang bang.................. "The gunfire rang out fiercely, and the devil's crooked machine gun caused a great danger to General Zhang Zizhong and them, and in less than a few minutes of the battle, more than a dozen soldiers of the Northwest Army had already suffered more than half of the casualties.............

Under the cover of the crooked light machine gun, more than a dozen devil soldiers had jumped up from the ground, and quickly touched General Zhang Zizhong and them, General Zhang Zizhong touched two grenades from the waist of the soldiers who died next to him, and said sharply while pulling the string: "Grenades, blow up their dogs!" With that, he shook his right hand and threw the squeaky and smoking grenade out of his hand.

Several other fighters followed suit, pulling grenades and throwing them with all their might. "Whoosh...... Several grenades whistled and flew towards the dozen devils, and suddenly exploded violently, "Boom, boom...... Boom boom boom" flashed into flames, and more than a dozen devil soldiers were instantly blown up to most of them, and the rest of the devils were also killed by the follow-up bullets.

In the fierce gunfire, General Zhang Zizhong's adjutant was shot in the head, and the whole person fell straight back.......

"Adjutant Wang! Adjutant Wang! General Zhang Zizhong pulled out his pistol and shot while struggling to shake his subordinates who had followed him for many years.

"Commander, you retreat quickly, we will cover your retreat!" The only three remaining soldiers yelled at General Zhang Zizhong in a hurry.

"Don't fucking talk nonsense! I, Zhang Zizhong, will not leave my soldiers, and today I say, how magnificent it is that our brothers can go to the national disaster together and die for the country? ! Zhang Zizhong shouted loudly with an awe-inspiring expression.

"Long live the Chinese nation!" General Zhang Zizhong shouted hoarsely.

"Long live the Chinese nation!"

"Long live the Chinese nation!" The three warriors' eyes were red and they roared in unison.

"Yaga Tooth Road! Rush up and kill them all! Hearing this, the captain of the devil's squad waved his command knife in anger and ordered his subordinates to make the final sprint.

General Zhang Zizhong led the last three subordinates, and just wanted to rush up to have a final battle with the devil, at this moment, a sound of tearing the oilcloth sounded in vain: "Da da da... Sudden ......"

General Zhang Zizhong and the three soldiers were very surprised, and looked in the direction of the tongue of fire, only to see several tank fighting vehicles roaring towards them, and the machine gunners on the tank vehicles were desperately strafing.

Under the fire of several machine guns with an extremely fast rate of fire, more than 20 devil soldiers were quickly slaughtered.

When the gunfire stopped, an armored car came speeding from a distance, and before the armored car could stop, Qiao Anbang kicked the door open, and then strode towards this side, asking loudly as he walked: "Qiao Anbang, the commander of the Tiger Ben Army of the Contemptible National Revolutionary Army, which part are you?" ”

General Zhang Zizhong remembered Qiao Anbang's voice, and listened to him report himself, and immediately said with great joy: "General Qiao, I am Zhang Zizhong!" ”

"Brother Xun Chen, is it really you?" Qiao Anbang was also very happy, he was leading his troops to return south after rescuing Liu Ruming's 65th Army, and happened to hear the gunfire here, so he ordered a platoon of tank soldiers to come to check the situation, and never thought that he would meet Zhang Zizhong here.

"Hmmm! It's me! Zhang Zizhong nodded solemnly with tears in his eyes, the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe is difficult for people who are not immersed in the scene.

"Brother Xun Chen, are you okay?" Qiao Anbang stepped forward to support Zhang Zizhong and looked up and down and asked.

"Well, I'm fine." Zhang Zizhong nodded.

"Where's General Pang?" Qiao Anbang asked loudly looking around.

"He's over there." General Zhang Zizhong immediately pulled Qiao Anbang towards the ditch.

"Quick! Come on, carry General Pang into the car! Send it back for treatment! In addition, immediately send a telegram to notify the Sangseong Ministry of Health to prepare for surgery! When Qiao Anbang saw that Pang Bingxun, whose flesh and blood were blurred, was dying, he immediately opened his throat and shouted.

"Yes!" Several tank soldiers hurriedly stepped forward, lifted Pang Bingxun and left.

Seeing his subordinates carrying Pang Bingxun away, Qiao Anbang turned his head to Zhang Zizhong and said, "Brother Xun Chen, let's go too, it's good that you are safe and sound, little brother, I am very worried." ”

"Hmmm! Brother Xian, how did you get here? Zhang Zizhong nodded and asked as he walked.

"We received a telegram from General Liu Ruming asking for help, and we were worried about the safety of you and General Pang, so we personally led the armored brigade to meet us, but we didn't think about it, but we didn't find you." Joan Bang replied.

"Hey, don't mention it, our military headquarters has been attacked by a small group of devils, and the brothers are desperately escorting me and the fat cripple out of the encirclement! The entire military headquarters was almost wiped out! General Zhang Zizhong sighed solemnly.

"Brother Xun Chen is not sad, victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, this failure, he said that we will win back ten times and a hundred times!" Qiao Anbang patted General Zhang Zizhong's shoulder and comforted.

"Hmm!" General Zhang Zizhong nodded, and then the two of them got into the armored car and galloped towards Xiangcheng.

Along the way, General Zhang Zizhong saw groups of routs and couldn't help but shed tears.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… At dawn, Qiao Anbang crossed the Xinbian River with General Zhang Zizhong and Liu Ruming's troops, so far, Liu Ruming, Zhang Zizhong, Pang Bingxun and most of the remnants of the three divisions entered northern Anhui, and the pursuit force of the Yue army also pursued to the north bank of the Xinbian River, but when it was bombarded by the Tiger Ben army, the exhausted Yue army immediately retreated more than ten miles.

At this moment, the city of Xiangcheng was already overcrowded, and although Pang Bingxun and the other three armies suffered heavy losses, there were still nearly 20,000 remnants of the army who retreated into northern Anhui.

Along the way, General Zhang Zizhong saw groups of routs and couldn't help but shed tears.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… At dawn, Qiao Anbang crossed the Xinbian River with General Zhang Zizhong and Liu Ruming's troops, so far, Liu Ruming, Zhang Zizhong, Pang Bingxun and most of the remnants of the three divisions entered northern Anhui, and the pursuit force of the Yue army also pursued to the north bank of the Xinbian River, but when it was bombarded by the Tiger Ben army, the exhausted Yue army immediately retreated more than ten miles.

At this moment, the city of Xiangcheng was already overcrowded, and although Pang Bingxun and the other three armies suffered heavy losses, there were still nearly 20,000 remnants of the army who retreated into northern Anhui.

"Hey, don't mention it, our military headquarters has been attacked by a small group of devils, and the brothers are desperately escorting me and the fat cripple out of the encirclement! The entire military headquarters was almost wiped out! General Zhang Zizhong sighed solemnly.

"Brother Xun Chen is not sad, victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, this failure, he said that we will win back ten times and a hundred times!" Qiao Anbang patted General Zhang Zizhong's shoulder and comforted.

"Hmm!" General Zhang Zizhong nodded, and then the two of them got into the armored car and galloped towards Xiangcheng.

Along the way, General Zhang Zizhong saw groups of routs and couldn't help but shed tears.

(To be continued)