"Captain, I'm afraid I can't stand it, the Japanese army is crazy and just wants to drag us here, if we are copied back, none of us guys want to live." Wang Shijun, who had a blood-stained bandage wrapped around his right arm, trotted up the hill with a stumbling head, and the wounded and wounded in their squad were temporarily placed on this hill, and not far from the hill was the Japanese army's attack formation.

Zhao Baotian, nicknamed Lao Fu, was also wounded, and a stray bullet that hit the steel helmet of his team members deflected, hitting him right in the left leg, and the military doctor who accompanied the team was trying to get the warhead. "If you can't stand it, you have to stand it, and the guerrillas of the National Army and the Eighth Route Army are also acting with us, if we withdraw, what will they do?" Zhao Baotian knew that Wang Shijun was talking about the mercenary team retreating first, according to the rules of the mercenary unit, Wang Shijun's idea was not wrong, but if Zhao Baotian watched those guerrillas who were fighting with the Japanese army fall into the hands of the enemy, Zhao Baotian seemed to be ruthless.

"Captain, what kind of morality are you talking about at this time, if they hadn't made a fuss and ambushed other people's forward troops, how could we hurt so many brothers in our team? Luckily, we were all wearing bulletproof vests, or the injured brothers would have died. As soon as he mentioned those people in the guerrillas, Wang Shijun was angry. It's good to want to ambush the Japanese army, but why do you have to do a good job of collecting intelligence first, just like this, it's just a blind fight with two eyes, isn't this asking for trouble and rushing to death? If they hadn't gotten into this big trouble, how could the brothers in their squad have injured more than half of them? Isn't it all the guerrillas?

The anesthetic was not enough, Zhao Baotian only bit a wooden stick in his mouth, and endured the pain from the wound, Zhao Baotian quickly glanced at Wang Shijun, "If you really want the Japanese army you said is trying to stick to us, then we will withdraw, but we can't lose the people of the guerrillas, if this goes back and is known by Mr., I am afraid that you and I will have a hard time." "Zhao Baotian is not unreasonable, between his own people and the guerrillas, he is naturally towards his own people, the blind attack of this group of guerrillas makes Zhao Baotian also very disgusted, if it were not for the sake of the anti-Japanese forces, Zhao Baotian may have chosen to leave early in the morning.

"Okay, I'll go down and inform them, you hear the three rounds of rapid fire from the grenadier and take the wounded first, and I'll chase you after you." Wang Shijun took out the magazines of two submachine guns from a wounded mercenary, and hurriedly ran towards the bottom of the hill. The guerrillas who wanted to ambush the Japanese army together numbered only 200 people, and the Japanese army they were targeting was originally only a small team, and the Imperial Cooperative Army troops that cooperated with them were only about 150, this was originally an ambush with no suspense, but what happened next made neither the mercenary team nor the guerrillas expect.

Before the ambush began, Zhao Baotian, who commanded the mercenary team, and his deputy Wang Shijun disagreed, according to the style of the mercenary troops, if they wanted to attack the Japanese puppet army units that were formed in the march, they must have relevant information as supporting evidence. Once the mercenary force shoots, it is short and fast, and the quick fight and fast leave no traces and future troubles, but the time to collect relevant information before the operation is very time-consuming, and it is precisely because of the detailed information related to the operation that the mercenary troops will repeatedly succeed.

The guerrillas of the National Army and the Eighth Route Army chose to ambush the Japanese puppet army here only out of chance, and the coordinated operation with Zhao Baotian's team in the past few days has greatly increased their confidence, plus they have just captured a few light and heavy machine guns and a sufficient amount of ammunition, so they want to use this small number of Japanese puppet army troops to practice their hands. It's just that they didn't expect that this was just the forward unit of the Japanese army, and behind them there was a whole Japanese brigade, and the opponent still had curved fire like mortars in their hands.

"Captain Tian, let's withdraw, if we don't withdraw, it's too late, the Japanese army looks very strong, this is to surround us here." Finding Tian Song, the guerrilla leader of the Eighth Route Army, who was fighting with a heavy machine gun, Wang Shijun yelled angrily and dragged Tian Hua down from the machine gun firing position. The intention of the Japanese army on the other side was already obvious that they wanted to eat them, and this damn guerrilla leader of the Eighth Route Army had no brains to use 300 people to fight a large group of Japanese soldiers, and he could afford to look up to himself.

Tian Hua didn't want to withdraw, he didn't want to be called a deserter, but looking at the guerrillas around him, he really couldn't afford to fight. Two captains of the Nationalist guerrillas had been killed, and now it was a woman who commanded the Nationalist guerrillas. Thunder has been very close to the national army, I believe that as long as the mercenary team chooses to evacuate, the guerrillas of the national army will definitely leave, only the guerrillas of the Eighth Route Army are obviously unable to stop the Japanese attack, if so, it is better to retreat.

"Then withdraw." Tian Song stretched out his hand to wipe the scorched black on his face, and agreed to Wang Shijun's suggestion to retreat in a low tone, the ammunition that he had captured after several days of hard work was almost consumed, and he could only fight with the little Japanese bayonet if he continued to fight, although Tian Song's team members were all good at fighting alone, but if he really played bayonet melee with the Japanese army, he was really not sure how many of the 100 guerrillas under his command would survive.

"All grenadiers, choose the target at will for three rounds of rapid fire, and retreat immediately after the fight." After communicating with Yan Hongshuang, who commanded the guerrillas of the Nationalist army, Wang Shijun ordered all the grenadiers on the position to fire rapidly at the Japanese army at the same time, which was not only to send a retreat signal to Zhao Baotian on the hill, but also to buy some time for the troops to retreat. Leaving his comrades to escape alone was an act that would be spurned in both the Nationalist Army and the Eighth Route Army, so after the three rounds of rapid fire from the grenadiers commanded by Wang Shijun, the guerrillas who retreated from the ambush position with their dead and wounded comrades had not gone far.

"This won't work, they are too slow, they will be caught up by the Japanese army, we will block it for a while, and tell everyone to gather all the explosives on their bodies and give the Japanese army a taste of a big explosion." is different from Zhao Baotian's old personality, but Wang Shijun, who is the deputy of the team, is a fox-like guy. The guerrillas of the National Army and the Eighth Route Army withdrew so slowly, falling behind them could only be beaten by the Japanese army as a live target, Wang Shijun didn't want to block bullets for the guerrillas, but he knew the truth that the guerrillas were really broken up by the Japanese army, and their mercenary squad, which had suffered more than half of the casualties, would not be happy.

"Let's go, let's go, I've already arranged it, Guan Bao told the Japanese army to cry dad and call mother." Huang Hu, who was responsible for arranging the explosives in the team, shouted excitedly on the position, more than 50 kilograms of explosives were buried in the position, and a large number of empty shells were scattered on the explosives.

Before leaving, Wang Shijun ran out of the chain of heavy machine guns, chased Huang Hu with his submachine gun, and they walked all the way south. The opponent's firepower suddenly weakened and then became silent, the Japanese troops who were blocked by the attack were confused, and the Japanese commander who commanded the attack had the experience of fighting with the Dirt Eight Road, like this situation there are generally only two possibilities, either the opposite Dirt Eight Road has no bullets, or the Dirt Eight Road is holding back and trying to play tricks. The mortar shells from the Japanese army almost chased Wang Shijun and their heels and smashed into the ambush position, and Wang Shijun, who was oiled on the soles of his feet, dared to wait to see the scene of the Japanese army triggering the explosives, and ran away with his long legs and ran away without a trace. The ambush failed, the troops suffered heavy casualties, and Zhao Baotian and Wang Shijun, who had withdrawn to Hengshui, had not taken care of tidying up themselves, and were called by Zhao Zhi at the first time.

"Do you know why you lost so badly this time?" Zhao Zhi did not appear in the anger that Zhao Baotian and Wang Shijun imagined, but just lightly motioned for the two to sit down and talk, but Zhao Baotian and Wang Shijun, who were ashamed, still dared to sit down and talk to Zhao Zhi, they both shook their heads vigorously and stood up straight. "It's a bit too much to say that you are arrogant, but it's not bad to say that you are arrogant soldiers, it's only been half a year since you left the training camp, and you have already begun to despise your opponents, if you have done a good job of intelligence gathering in advance for this ambush, even if the Japanese army is an integrated brigade, you should not have such large casualties, am I right?"

"It's all to blame on those guerrillas, if they hadn't been clamoring to ambush the Japanese army, we wouldn't have suffered such a big casualty this time." As soon as he talked about the defeat of the ups and downs and the guerrillas, Wang Shijun's face showed an indignant look. Although Wang Shijun's words were a bit whining and complaining, he was right, before the ambush began, Zhao Baotian had indeed been opposed, if it weren't for the guerrillas' repeated insistence on fighting and leaving, their squad would not have waded into this troubled water at all.

"Sir, I was careless this time, I shouldn't have agreed to ambush the Japanese army when I didn't know the enemy's situation." Zhao Baotian is an honest man, and in the face of Zhao Zhi's accountability, he took responsibility for his command mistakes. Zhao Zhi is quite satisfied with Zhao Baotian's attitude, it is good that the mercenaries under him are a little arrogant, but they must not despise their opponents when they receive the enemy, otherwise they will only return with a halberd like Zhao Baotian's team.

"Okay, let's go back and rest, I'll go to visit my injured brother later, I haven't been dispatched in the past few days, your task is to recover from your injuries." Zhao Baotian and Wang Shijun were both injured, and they were already a little shaky when they stood in front of Zhao Zhi, and Zhao Zhi, who couldn't bear it, had to let them go back to rest first, and as for other things, they should let it go first. It may be the truth that the old saying goes, one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, among the mercenaries brought by Zhao Zhi to Hebei, there are not a few guys like Wang Shijun who have had friction with the guerrillas, and there are disputes over the distribution of loot and the assignment of tasks, and Zhao Zhi can't figure out why the mercenaries under his command are so unkind to those guerrillas.