The Anti-Japanese Salvation Coalition Army was all over Jiangbei. But the main force is in the territory of Nantai, the two largest forces are Gai Longquan and Chen Shou's men, Zhao Ziming is known as the commander of the seventh road, in fact, there are only 100 people under his hands, the scale is equivalent to a regiment.

The messenger sent to inform Zhao Ziming was Wu Changqing's son Wu Ying, the young man rode a red horse to the vicinity of the station, and was arrested by the brothers of the Seventh Road as a spy, and the gun was carried to the land temple, Zhao Ziming sat on the tiger skin chair, holding a wine jug and staring coldly: "What are you doing here?" ”

Wu Ying said: "Let me go first." ”

"Let go of him." Zhao Ziming waved his hand.

After the rope was loosened, Wu Yingcai said: "I was ordered by the detachment commander to come and report that most of the Japanese army is coming, please be more careful." ”

Zhao Ziming scoffed: "What should I do, can I not know that the Japanese are coming?" Don't fucking close to me, you're done, get out. ”

Wu Ying was so angry that his nose was crooked, so he turned around and left.

The subordinates were not at ease and asked Zhao Ziming: "Commander, did the little devil really call?" ”

Zhao Ziming said: "Mao! When the devil came, I must be the first to know that the eyeliner planted in the city is for nothing. ”

Everyone put their minds at ease, continued to drink wine and eat meat, in the winter, walking around outside, snot can be frozen into popsicles, no one is willing to go out, the devil is also born to his parents, presumably he is not willing to go out in the snow, and their brigade commanders are killed, who has the courage to go to the countryside to sweep?

Wu Ying complained all over his stomach, thinking that his father should not have sent himself to report the news, a bandit like Zhao Ziming died if he died, one less scourge, not worthy of sympathy at all, he pitied the war horse, and no longer rode on the way back, but led the horse to walk slowly, walked a few miles, and suddenly saw a large group of people in white clothes coming from the direction of the county in battle formation, and was shocked, and looked carefully, it turned out to be a devil wearing a white sheet!

It's not good, the devil is really killed, he suddenly fell into a dilemma, whether to go back to Niumazhuang, or to find Zhao Ziming again, although thousands of people are unwilling, but he is still clear about the party's policy, no matter how bad Zhao Ziming is, he will fight Japan, and the Eighth Route Army is a friendly army, he turned over and got on his horse, clamped the horse's belly, and ran towards the seventh road station.

Wu Ying was escorted in again, and Zhao Ziming furrowed his brows: "Boy, why are you here again?" ”

Wu Ying said: "The devil has already touched it, and it will be too late if you don't leave." ”

Zhao Ziming saw that he looked cold, not like he was lying, and hurriedly jumped up from the tiger skin chair, Ma Ben put on a Japanese tweed coat for him, walked out of the temple gate, his nose shook twice, and the air was really filled with a murderous atmosphere.

"Order, let the brethren pack up their things and withdraw!" Zhao Ziming said.

But the most precious time to retreat has been missed, the devils surrounded the seventh guerrillas on three sides, the battle started in a hurry, Zhao Ziming commanded the battle with two guns, suppressed the enemy with machine gun fire, and let the brothers withdraw from the direction that was not surrounded.

Dozens of brothers hurriedly withdrew, suddenly stabbed out of a group of Japanese cavalry, the saber shone in the miserable white sun, the brothers waved their guns to block, parryed, just a few minutes all made knives under the ghost, white snow and red blood, the corpse separated, Zhao Ziming gritted his steel teeth, spitted fire in his eyes, and picked up a machine gun fan to shoot, but the crooked handle had a high failure rate in the severe winter season, and it was stuck after a few shots, a bullet flew and hit his shoulder, the machine gun fell to the ground, and the person was also planted.

"Commander, what should I do?" One of the subordinates shouted.

Zhao Ziming saw that his subordinates were constantly being knocked down, and his heart was bleeding, and he said: "Rush to the cemetery first and wait for reinforcements!" ”

There is a cemetery next to the station, the terrain is slightly higher, covered with pine and cypress, the graves are excellent bunkers all over the place, the battle is on this, and I can't take care of disturbing the dreams of my ancestors, the guerrillas retreated into the cemetery with the wounded, Zhao Ziming ordered not to shoot indiscriminately, a bullet must kill an enemy, the gunfire suddenly became sparse, but the enemy did not dare to approach.

A shout came from afar: "Zhao Ziming, you are surrounded, surrender, the imperial army will give you a security commander." ”

Zhao Ziming didn't answer, he felt out a grenade and went over, and with a bang, it was quiet.

The devil doesn't seem to be in a hurry to close the net, the weather is cold, and even if he is sleepy, he can trap people to death.

Zhao Ziming was anxious, he didn't know the situation outside, how many enemy troops were surrounded, and whether Chen Shou's troops would receive the news and come to reinforcements.

He didn't dare to guarantee that Chen Shou would definitely help, because he had always been alone, and no one except Chen Zikun was a bird, and the last time Chen Shou tried to give an order to the Seventh Road, he was rejected by himself.

In any case, he couldn't sit back and watch the brothers give their lives here, Zhao Ziming picked two people to break through the siege and report the news, the two rode on war horses and galloped away, seeing that they were about to rush out of the encirclement, a burst of machine guns rang out, and the rider fell to the ground.

There was silence on the ground.

Wu Ying said: "I'll report the news." ”

"You? Okay? Zhao Ziming looked at him suspiciously, this kid was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a faint fluff on his lips, an ochre-red cowhide bullet belt around his waist, a box gun and a map bag on his back, and although his shoulders were broad, he was very thin, and he was clearly a teenager.

"No, I'll know until I try." Wu Ying turned over and got on his horse.

Zhao Ziming said: "Shoot him to cover!" ”

The gunfire was loud, Wu Ying slammed the horse's belly, the war horse rushed out of the cemetery like an arrow from the string, ran out of a hundred and ten meters, the enemy's machine gun hit again, Wu Ying shook, and the person was gone.

Zhao Ziming smashed his fist on the ground.

The brethren were also discouraged.

Suddenly, Wu Ying miraculously appeared on the horse again, and it turned out that he had just managed to hide from the enemy's bullets.

"Good boy!" Zhao Ziming was overjoyed.

……

Niu Ma Zhuang, the troops have been assembled, ready to retreat to the outer line at any time, Wu Changqing's mood is a little restless, and he takes a look at the distance from time to time with a telescope.

Ye Xuefeng said: "It's not too early, let's withdraw, this time the devil sweep must be unprecedented in scale, and we should not meet the enemy head-on." ”

Wu Changqing nodded: "Let the logistics organs and villagers withdraw first." ”

The team slowly began to march, and suddenly a horse galloped in the distance, Wu Changqing raised the binoculars: "It's Wu Ying who is back." ”

It was Wu Ying who came, he rolled the saddle and dismounted, panting: "Quick, the seventh road is surrounded by devils." ”

Wu Changqing found that his military uniform was a lot red, his face was pale, and he hurriedly hugged his son and shouted: "Hygienist! ”

Bai Ling and Ye Wei hurriedly arrived, cut open their military uniforms, and found that Wu Ying had been hit by a bullet in the chest, hit her internal organs, and bled profusely, and it was a miracle that she could hold on until now.

"Daddy, come ...... Hurry up and save ......" Wu Ying grabbed his father's hand and slowly let go, and the young face lost the brilliance of life.

"Wu Ying! Son! Wu Changqing was in tears.

When the soldiers heard the news, they couldn't help but silently take off their hats when they saw this scene.

Wu Changqing took off his military coat and put it on his son's body, and said calmly to Ye Xuefeng: "The plan has changed, you take the logistics organs to evacuate, and I will save Zhao Ziming on the seventh road." ”

At this moment, Ye Xuefeng fully understood the detachment leader's intentions, and he nodded vigorously: "Old Wu, take care!" ”

Wu Changqing personally led the guard company, leaving all the bits and pieces, only weapons and ammunition, and marched towards the seventh road station, Ye Xuefeng took the logistics agency and the villagers into the mountains to avoid the enemy's sweep.

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This sweep was the winter No. 1 operation specially launched by the Japanese army in retaliation for the death of Major General Tian Lu, and the strength of a brigade and regiment, plus thousands of puppet troops, was huge, and the purpose was to eliminate the anti-Japanese armed forces in the north of the Yangtze River, and the first to bear the brunt was the bitter water well near the county town of Nantai.

Chen Shou was also suspicious after receiving Wu Changqing's report, he didn't believe that the Eighth Route Army would give him a message, so he also delayed the best time to retreat, but he had many troops and excellent weapons, and the devil would not be able to take it for a while.

The whole Nantai County, and even the entire Jiangbei, is full of war, the guard company led by Wu Changqing is all wearing Japanese military coats, wearing Japanese-style 90 iron hats, walking in the wilderness like a Japanese army, encountering several groups of enemies on the road, waving flags far away to contact, they were fooled by them, and there was a thrilling approach to Zhao Ziming's station.

The battle started suddenly, the Eighth Route Army attacked from behind, and the enemy was caught off guard, Wu Changqing rushed to the front with two box cannons, shot an enemy, ran out of bullets, grabbed a bayonet gun casually, and the blood flowed like a river, and the soldiers under his leadership were like a group of tigers going down the mountain, and a company was fighting the momentum of a regiment.

The pot was turned on outside, and Zhao Ziming knew that the reinforcements had arrived, so he jumped up from behind the grave and held a gun in one hand: "Brothers, rush!" ”

The two groups of people converged in one place, and Zhao Ziming was a little ashamed: "Captain of the martial arts detachment, thank you for reporting the news." ”

Wu Changqing's face was pale: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up, I'll cover!" ”

In a bloody battle, the Seventh Route finally succeeded in breaking through, but more than 60 brothers were sacrificed, and only more than 30 people broke through alive, Zhao Ziming also hung up the color, and when he came to the secret camp of the Eighth Route Army in the depths of Daqing Mountain, he had fallen into a coma.

The military doctor Bai Ling operated on Zhao Ziming, took out the bullet, cleaned the wound and tied it with a bandage, and instructed Ye Wei to guard beside him: "If you have a fever, call me, we are short of medicine, if the wound is infected, it depends on God whether you can survive it." ”

God favored Zhao Ziming very much and gave him a strong physique, and within a few hours he woke up, the wind was howling outside, the cave was dripping into ice, and it was Ye Wei who was sitting in front of the hospital bed.

"Girl." Zhao Ziming shouted softly.

Ye Wei, who was in a daze, raised his head suddenly, and when he saw that Zhao Ziming wanted to stand up, he hurriedly stopped him severely: "Don't kill you, lie down." ”

Zhao Ziming touched his body, the wound was well treated, and said with a smile: "I know that I can't die." ”

Ye Wei said: "Of course you can't die, you are as strong as a cow, stupid and stupid bison." ”

Zhao Ziming grinned and said, "You helped me wrap this bandage." ”

Ye Wei turned his head and ignored him.

Zhao Ziming had nothing to say: "This time it's really a narrow escape, by the way, Wu Ying, I have to thank this kid." ”

Ye Wei's eyes suddenly turned red: "Wu Ying...... Wu Ying died, and the detachment leader was such a son, only sixteen years old. ”

Zhao Ziming was silent for a moment, and said slowly after a while: "I owe you Balu, there is nothing to repay, so I will sell this life to you." ”

Ye Wei raised his head in surprise: "What did you say?" ”

Zhao Ziming said solemnly: "I voluntarily joined the Eighth Route Army. ”