Chapter 209 Infatuation is to be recalled

Facing Tang Qiuli who was sitting there, Shanhu really didn't know how to tell him the truth of the matter, even if there was a little clue, it was a comfort to Xiaoqiu.

Seeing the mountain tiger and them come back, Tang Qiuli's eyes like a dry well suddenly lit up with a light of hope, he looked at the mountain tiger with expectant eyes, his face was full of eager hope, when he saw the helplessness and self-blame in the eyes of the mountain tiger, the light that ignited instantly dimmed, like a meteor crossing the sky.

The mountain tiger was shocked to see that in just a few days, Tang Qiuli's black hair, which was as black as ink, actually flashed with silver threads, and the white hair crawled all over his temples and forehead, black and white mottled and mixed, shocked.

The mountain tiger's tears could no longer be controlled, at that moment, his heart was as painful as a knife, Xiaoqiu was not yet twenty years old, what is a white head overnight, he shook Tang Qiuli's shoulders violently, Tang Qiuli raised his eyes, "Huzi, is there one?" He asked reluctantly.

The mountain tiger shook his head, and there was silence all around, except for the wind that swept through the treetops, singing tirelessly and lowly sobbing from the warriors.

There was intelligence from the base, and it was found that none of the units of the Kwantung Army had captured even a soldier of the Bloody Hand Regiment, let alone a female warrior, which meant that no one knew Xiaoling's whereabouts, no one was seen alive, no body was dead, the commander of the Bloody Hand Regiment, the bloody hand Qiu Li, who commanded tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, his fiancée, the girl who grew up in the Great Xing'an Mountains in the Kandong region, Zhang Xiaoling and the child in her womb, mysteriously disappeared.

There was no clue left, only a lot of speculation, and the people who loved him deeply, the pain that eternal life could not heal and forget.

At the bottom of the valley, a new grave was erected, there was no tombstone outside, that monument had been deeply rooted in his heart, there was nothing in the tomb, but it was filled with the most important memory of Tang Qiuli's life, the more than a thousand days and nights, all the bits and pieces, were buried in the land of Kanto with the wind, this unknown place, treasured in the most holy corner of his heart.

Tang Qiuli cut off a mottled strand of hair and buried it in the empty grave, this is the place where his lover and children disappeared, he was afraid that the two of them would be lonely, lonely, and afraid, so he buried this part of his mind here.

A few days later, all the senior commanders of the Bloody Hand Regiment who stayed at the base rushed here, at this time, Tang Qiuli had just finished transplanting wildflowers and small birch trees in front of the grave, sitting in front of the grave, and muttering: "There are beautiful women in the north, who are left behind and independent, and then look at the city, and then the country, rather than know the city and the country, it is difficult to get a beautiful woman again."

The voice was like crying, everyone choked in their throats, and their blood was churning, they heard Tang Qiuli's heartfelt deep sorrow and pain, and saw his strands of white hair, everyone's hearts, like a knife, the people present were older than Tang Qiuli, but, in their memory, they had never met it, they missed someone, and they were so sad that they had white hair and red face.

Yuan Jinghao and Zhao Yuhe couldn't cry even more, on the other hand, Xiaoling's disappearance was directly related to them, so the self-blame in their hearts could hardly be told in words, especially when they saw the commander who was not yet twenty years old, and his white hair was overgrown.

After staying here for two days, Tang Qiuli followed everyone back to the base, before leaving, he stood quietly in front of the grave, saying words that no one could hear clearly, and gradually moved away, Tang Qiuli clearly felt that his heart was suddenly torn apart, and half of his life had been left in this unknown mountain valley.

After returning to the base, everyone thought that the commander's will would be depressed for a while, and they all consciously shared Tang Qiuli's business, trying not to disturb him, so that his mood, along with the passage of time, slowly recovered from the pain of losing his lover and child.

How do you know, when this bad news came, the whole army knew their feelings, and the commanders at all levels told the soldiers below not to mention anything about Dean Zhang in front of the commander, not a word, that violated, and was locked up for three days.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, Tang Qiuli presided over the work normally, but there were a lot fewer words, and there was incomparable perseverance in his eyes, but inadvertently, the sadness that was so thick that it could not be dissolved faintly flashed, and the elegant, free, and sunny big boy was never seen again.

On his face and body, there was a kind of ruthlessness, as well as a sense of vicissitudes and maturity that was not commensurate with his age, he moved out of the room where he had lived with Xiaoling for four years and moved to the headquarters to live, he was really afraid of living alone.

In the past four years, he has become accustomed to the girls around him, here, he feels that every space is Xiaoling's shadow, that smile, and countless lingering nights, waking up in the middle of the night, long is tears, he tried his best, found a few long hairs left by Xiaoling on the bed, that is part of her life, and still has her body fragrance.

Tang Qiu cherished Xiao Ling's long hair in an intimate sachet, leaving this house as it was and completely sealed, this is a forbidden area, and no one is allowed to enter.

The autumn wind gradually rose, the weather cooled down, and the troops heading south, in the wolf's nest, confronted the local Kuomintang cavalry security regiment for a few days, and other nearby security regiments, hearing the wind, intercepted as many as a brigade.

At this time, Liu Tiehan had already sent someone to get it, the handwritten warrant of Song Zheyuan, chairman of the North China Political Affairs Committee, which read: "There are now Northeast Volunteer Army troops, in accordance with the order of Chairman Jiang of the State Government, go south to exterminate the communist bandits, and local governments will provide grain and straw supplies at any time, and shall not obstruct or make difficulties, and violators will be severely punished."

Who knows, this warrant, where are these security groups, it is not easy to use, it seems that these security groups, which are no different from bandits, have taken a fancy to the family background of the bloody hand group.

In the eyes of these security regiments, the southbound corps is just a piece of fat and oily fresh meat, with a lot of vehicles and horses, boxes, cabinets and machines, and there are many female soldiers, but there are not many escort troops, only 1,800 people, and they can't eat it in one bite.

In fact, they did not see the full strength of the southbound corps and escort troops, and Liu Tiehan concealed Liu Chun's cavalry detachment and a brigade of infantry on the flank of the logistics troops, in order to ensure the safety of both sides of the logistics troops.

Liu Tiehan called the commander to ask how to deal with this matter, the troops had been confronting the security regiment for more than ten days, the weather was getting colder, the troops were camping in the wilderness, the conditions were very difficult, and he really couldn't make up his mind, because before Tang Qiu left, he repeatedly told him that he must not clash with any Kuomintang troops.

Asking for a telegram to Tang Qiuli here, all the anger accumulated in his heart burst out in an instant, and he called Liu Tiehan back: "Deputy Commander Liu, solve it by force, there is no need to keep your hands in this battle, the captured horses can be used for the expansion of the cavalry detachment, and the prisoners with good composition can be formed into a recruit brigade, and the rest will be shot on the spot, leaving no trouble, the key to this battle is to completely annihilate it, so that one person escapes the net."

After sending the telegram, Tang Qiuli was still angrily scolding: "The bandit-like security regiment dares to bully Lao Tzu to find death."

In less than four hours, a brigade and several Kuomintang local security regiments of about 9,000 people were all annihilated, and no one escaped the net, killing more than 6,000 people on the spot and capturing more than 2,000 people.

After screening and selection, more than 1,000 people with better composition and physical condition were organized into a recruit brigade, and the remaining hundreds of officers and ruffians who were full of blood debts, stubborn, and stubborn were suddenly burst out by a burst of machine guns.

In this battle, the Bloody Hand Regiment went south to the headquarters, with more than 30 casualties, and at such a small price, nearly 4,000 war horses were captured, as well as a large number of military supplies, as for the guns of the security regiment, except for a small number of good ones, the rest were similar to burning sticks, some rifles, even the rifling was gone, and some rifles had no bolts at all.

After the end of this battle, the local powerful factions who coveted the heart quickly dispelled the idea, and the troops were very cooperative wherever they went, and now they have joined the receiving troops who stayed in Huangya Cave, and will soon enter the Taihang Mountains.

In the blink of an eye, in winter, white snowflakes floated on the land of Kanto, and it was another season full of snowflakes, and the troops had not made any major moves, on the one hand, because Tang Qiuli had not yet recovered to his best condition, and on the other hand, he had not found a fighter.

After the last battle of Shiraishiyama, Nanjiro became more cautious, and when the search for the main force of the Bloody Hand Regiment was unsuccessful, he gathered the troops of the Bloody Hand Regiment together to form a heavy army group and set out to the area controlled by the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces to encircle and suppress the Anti-Japanese Coalition Forces, which was called the "Winter Offensive".

In order to eliminate more devils and reduce the pressure on the anti-United Nations forces, Tang Qiuli sent a number of troops, taking the opportunity of the Japanese army and the anti-United Nations troops being entangled and the rear defense empty, attacking from multiple directions, hitting the superior forces, frequently attacking and capturing the rear bases and small towns of the Kwantung Army, and ambushing the logistics and transportation teams of the Kwantung Army.

The Kwantung Army, who was constantly fighting, was cold, hungry, and lacked clothes and ammunition, had to withdraw most of the troops from the battlefield to deal with the troops of the Bloody Hand Regiment and the danger of the anti-coalition forces, and for this reason, General Yang Jingyu specially sent a warm message of thanks to Tang Qiuli.

When the commander of the Kwantung Army, Minamijiro, mobilized his troops and was ready to fight with the Bloody Hand Regiment, the opponent mysteriously disappeared again, and he did not know where to go, which made the commander of the front line of the devil very angry, and Minamijiro had a headache, so he had to withdraw his troops with hatred and turn to the defensive, and the so-called "winter offensive" of the Kwantung Army lost troops and lost troops, gained little and declared bankruptcy.

(To be continued)

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