Chapter 208: Farewell (4)

The devils of a squad were not guarded at all, they were all loose, and the queue was quite long, as if they were swimming in the wild.

Tang Qiuli hinted that the soldiers were ready, from this captured soldier, they could get Xiao Ling's exact news, in this direction, only the army responsible for blocking and covering the wounded, if Xiao Ling would be so good, but unfortunately not.

A cool breeze blew from the bushes on both sides, and more than a dozen figures rushed into the queue of devils, there was no suspense, only three of the devils of a squad survived, including the squad leader, this is still Tang Qiuli's specially left mouth, and the rest were all * off in the blink of an eye, dealing with a squad of devils, for ten soldiers, it couldn't be easier, not to mention, there is also this terrifying "mad tiger".

The mountain tiger himself killed the ** devil, and the whole process did not fire a shot, and the captured soldier suddenly saw his comrade-in-arms, and in ecstasy, he could no longer support it and fainted.

The first thing he said when he woke up was: "Commander, go and reinforce Dean Zhang, they are very dangerous" From the mouth of this soldier, he understood what happened.

Dean Zhang took more than 100 fighters to attract a large group of devils to her own direction, she led the soldiers to fight and retreat, the devils bit them tightly, in the dark night, the battle was extremely fierce, unable to distinguish the direction, when seeing the scenery of the eyes, the team was already in a Jedi, in front of a cliff, dark and secluded, bottomless.

The troops were in this place, and thousands of devils, launched a desperate battle, knowing that there was no way out, the soldiers did not have a single species, although the casualties were huge, but they did not retreat, and gave the devils heavy casualties, he was captured by the devils after he was wounded and unconscious, and before he fell unconscious, the remaining soldiers were still fighting.

This warrior, after saying so many words in one breath, his originally bright eyes gradually dimmed, and the power that supported his spirit and body disappeared, and when he was dying, he was still muttering about reinforcements, reinforcements.

Putting down the remains of his comrades-in-arms who were still warm, Tang Qiu left in front of the three captured devils, his eyes were so cold that he wanted to kill, and he just asked the squad leader: "When did the battle end?" When did your troops leave? ”

This devil squad leader is struggling desperately, with a fierce green light in his desperate eyes, and his mouth is still shouting loudly, what kind of pig, despicable, will work secretly, the warriors of the imperial army are not afraid of death.

Tang Qiuli hated the Japanese face the most, he was disgusted when he looked at it, he didn't even have the leisure to listen to a word, he waved his hand at the mountain tiger, "click", the face of the team leader was deflated by the mountain tiger's punch, blood mixed with the brain, slowly flowing out, the whole head, like a rotten watermelon.

The soldiers of the immediate guard were accustomed to the captain's astonishing actions, and the two captured devils, who had seen such a scene, were very bloody and violent, and they collapsed at that time, their eyes were dull like dead fish, their mouths were wide open, and they gasped violently.

When Tang Qiuli's murderous gaze turned to the two of them, the coldness in that gaze made their blood almost coagulate, and the fear from the bottom of their hearts made their teeth rattle uncontrollably.

Without waiting for Tang Qiuli to ask questions, these two devil captives, upside down, explained everything that happened.

Their squad, on the orders of their superiors, was responsible for sending the captured Bloody Hand Regiment soldier to the Kwantung Army Headquarters, this was the first time that a prisoner of the Bloody Hand Regiment was captured, and the above attached great importance to it, it was time for them to leave the battlefield, and the battle continued.

These soldiers were brave and tenacious enough, they would rather die than surrender, their firepower was very fierce, and they beat a large brigade and thousands of imperial troops to the point that they could not move an inch, and hundreds of soldiers fell under their guns, and these two devils were captured, and there was a look of horror and disbelief on their faces, in Manchuria, they had never seen such a Chinese people.

When Tang Qiuli rushed to the battlefield, the battlefield was silent, the devils had already evacuated here, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning, and several piles of burned ashes should have been used by the devils when they cremated the corpses of dead soldiers.

On the hillside, there were bullet marks, a few wisps of fire, and there was still smoke wafting there, and on the ground were thick empty bullet casings, and the rubble that had been blown up by the violent explosion was piled up all over the ramp, silently telling the story of this tragic battle.

The remains of more than 100 warriors remained in the fighting posture before their deaths, some of the fighters, whose legs had been blown off, still kept the appearance of shooting, some of the fighters, stabbed in the chest by several bayonets, their eyes were wide open, and they were glaring ahead, and many fighters were blown to pieces by shells, and only their stumps and broken arms could be seen.

The fortifications of the troops, flattened by the shells of the devils, all the fighters, no matter what the remains looked like, their wounds, were in the chest.

Seeing this kind of scene, the mountain tiger and other warriors, with tears in their eyes, lowered their heads in pain, Tang Qiuli's heart was in sharp pain, his eyes were dark, his body shook a few times, he could barely support it, and the mountain tiger on the side hurriedly supported him.

He forced himself to calm down, and suddenly, Tang Qiuli violently pushed the mountain tiger away, rushed up the hillside like crazy, searched the entire battlefield, looked through each body, and found no Xiao Ling, not even the slightest trace.

The autumn wind in the afternoon, swept over his sculpture-like body, standing on the edge of the cliff, his eyes fell into the unfathomable cliff, as far as the eye could see, the clouds and mist were ethereal, just like his current dazed mood, despair, sadness, but not giving up the last ray of hope.

It took a whole day, they arrived at the valley, in the valley, there was a big river with turbulent water, with rolling waves, rushing to the east, in the grass by the river, Tang Qiuli found a pistol, it was in Germany, for his beloved, specially ordered Browning high-power pistol, with this gun, Xiaoling killed the bandit leader Liu Heiqi.

A qiē is like the story that happened yesterday, right in front of me, now, the gun is there, but the person is missing, this is the only item Xiao Ling left him, in addition to the photo, the gun body, it seems to carry Xiao Ling's body temperature, and there is a bullet in the chamber.

After searching a large area in the vicinity, there is still no trace, in Tang Qiuli's heart, there is a strong wish, the lover is not dead, she must be injured or scattered, and if Xiao Ling's body is not seen on the battlefield, it cannot be proved that she has left herself and gone away alone.

When night fell, Tang Qiuli dragged his almost numb body, returned to the place where the pistol was found, he searched for a long time nearby, carefully went to every tree, and shouted hoarsely, except for the echo of the valley, it was the autumn wind that passed through his ears, many times, he seemed to hear Xiaoling's weak response, he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or a reality, and later, every birch tree under the sunset turned into the figure of a lover Wan Ting, and every gust of wind blew was her deep call.

When the mountain tiger saw Tang Qiuli, his spirit was already in a trance, and he flew with great strength before dragging him out of the forest, and the bonfire was lit, in the deep valley, driving away the darkness nearby, and the pine forest as thick as ink in the distance made a low groan in the evening breeze.

Disappointment again and again, almost drained Tang Qiuli's whole body of energy, he sat by the fire in a daze, the mountain tiger looked at Tang Qiuli with worry, the guards were on guard in the distance, he knew very well that Xiaoqiu's current thinking was already in a semi-chaotic state, Xiaoling's mysterious disappearance hit him too hard, a person who was about to be a father suddenly lost all his Yiqiē, Xiaoqiu was not yet twenty years old

Shanhu asked the operator to truthfully report the situation here to the base, including Tang Qiuli's current mental state, he was really worried that if Xiaoqiu continued like this, he would completely collapse mentally.

The base was very anxious, and an exception was made to activate, and the top-secret intelligence network that can only be used in an extraordinary state, and the most hidden intelligence officers must find out in the shortest possible time whether the various units of the Kwantung Army have captured a woman near Baishi Mountain and Huangni River.

In the morning, Shanhu led six guards to look downstream along the river, he left four people for Tang Qiuli, and ordered the remaining guards to take compulsory measures when they found that the commander had abnormal behavior, and he took compulsory measures to protect the safety of the commander as the first priority, he was really not at ease, afraid that Tang Qiuli would do something stupid.

The mountain tiger's worries are superfluous, since the mountain tiger and they left, Tang Qiuli just sat there in a daze, looking blankly at the distant sky, not eating or drinking, the guards were worried, the commander didn't go crazy, right?

These guards, who have been working by Tang Qiuli's side for a long time, naturally know the relationship between him and Xiaoling very well, and they can't wait to use their lives to exchange for Dean Zhang, the boy they regard as god-like and sunny, like a lifeless shell, let the autumn wind in the forest and the sun in the sky blow and sun, and they can even feel that the vitality of the commander is gradually withering and passing.

These strong warriors, with tears in their eyes, built a grass hut for him to protect from the wind and the sun, and guarded their commander with distressed loyalty.

During this period, Tang Qiuli only did one thing, on the side of the Huangni River, he looked for a sunny hillside, where to bury the sacrificed soldiers, and erected a tall tombstone, which was engraved: "The Tomb of the Sacrificed Martyrs of the Four Detachments of the Anti-Japanese Bloody Hand Regiment Commander of the Anti-Japanese Bloody Hand Regiment Bloody Hand Regiment Bloody Hand Qiuli stood with blood and wept, the twenty-third autumn of the Republic of China"

After that, he just didn't eat or drink, didn't sleep, sat in the grass hut in a daze, the guards didn't dare to disturb him, a few times, they tried to persuade the commander to eat something, but they were forced back by Tang Qiuli's cold gaze, from the commander's gaze, the guards felt the cold and dead silence to the bone.

A few days later, the mountain tiger returned, this iron-clad man, his face was full of exhaustion, his eye sockets were collapsed, his hair was like grass, and the clothes on his body were all shaved open, and the few soldiers he led were not much better.

They searched downstream along the river, hoping to find something, but they searched for nearly a hundred miles, but found nothing, so they had to return disappointed.

(To be continued)

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