Hearing a huge roar coming from the North Mountain Peak, looking at the fire and gunpowder smoke that rose into the air, Qing Shui Dazuo's heart was cold, and it was as if a piece of cold iron had fallen in his belly, it was over, the subordinates on the North Peak were finished!

A series of loud noises woke up the sleeping devils in the valley, and they looked at the North Mountain Peak one by one, and after the smoke slowly dissipated, the sound of guns and cannons in all directions was completely silent, and the veterans guessed that Beishan was taken back by the Eighth Road counterattack.

No one could sleep before dawn, except for the dozen or so wounded soldiers who had been dragged down the hillside by the medics. Many soldiers gathered together and whispered.

Qing Shui didn't have to guess to know what these soldiers were talking about, he didn't care about this upset matter, and was busy ordering the soldiers to carry all the mountain artillery to Dongshan Liang on their shoulders.

The younger soldiers were secretly happy, thinking that they were preparing to retreat, and whispered to the veterans, but they didn't expect to laugh at it!

The veteran said, didn't you see the artillery dismantled, the whole artillery moved to the mountain beam, this is a change of position, eighty percent of the air force is coming to support, the valley is so small, I am afraid of accidentally injuring the troops on the ground.

The veteran guessed correctly, the main reason why Shimizu Daisa ordered the artillery to transfer their positions was to avoid the aerial bombs of the air force, and in addition, the North Peak, which was relatively close to the valley bottom, was lost, and he was also worried that the Eighth Route would use the captured artillery to hit the artillery positions in the valley.

"Captain Yang, are you going to run away?" The big man stood on the edge of the cliff of the north peak, poked his head out and looked at the busy devils in the valley, and asked casually.

Yang Bangzi put down the binoculars and sank his face. casually replied: "Pig brains." I can't teach or learn! Didn't you see that the devil was climbing the mountain with a cannon! ”

The big one takes a closer look. It's true, the devil pouted his ass and carried the small mountain cannon and climbed up the east mountain beam.

The sky was bright, and Yang Bangzi observed that the devils in front of him had evacuated to Dongshanliang and Nanyakou, so he sat down, took out his cigarette bag and smoked it.

In the battle of Beishan Peak, although the number of people on both sides was not large, the number of enemies and friends together was less than 200. But because the top of the mountain is small, the eight roads are bound to win, and the devil is also willing to give up and don't want to give up, and if you want to give up, you have to have a way out, three sides are cliffs, where to retreat?

So it's all fateful, Yang Stick and the devil have fought so many times, and it's the first time I've seen the devil so desperate, the bayonet has been stabbed into the stomach, and the devil who wants to breathe still pounces and hugs Balu. They all rolled down the cliff together.

If it weren't for the head of the sect to pick up a big blade all the way and force back the devil in front of him. Accidentally killed the devil's small artillery fortifications, picked up a mortar shell and detonated two boxes of shells, who killed whom, it's really not certain!

Yang stick smoking a cigarette bag pot, green smoke on the ground, the seven dissatisfied and eight dissatisfied faces of the head of the sect, always dangling in front of his eyes, alas, although the whole body of the rivers and lakes, the thorn is difficult to manage, but how can it be said that people are also bloody men, when it comes to the festival, dare to pick up the big knife and the devil, dare to give up this life, and die with the devil, this is not in vain to be a Chinese.

"Big one, go and ask, the head of the sect and the deputy head of the sect, as well as those sacrificed Zhuang Ding, their names and hometowns have all been counted to Lao Tzu."

Rolling up the cigarette pouch and pot, Yang Stick left a large spot to check the damage, as if he remembered something was coming, and hurriedly went down the mountain.

There is a papyrus notebook in his satchel, which was given to him by Political Commissar Hong, and it remembers all names, and each person's name is written behind their hometown, and there is a date code, which is the name of the soldiers who have fought devils with Yang Stick and sacrificed, and the date is the time of sacrifice.

This is still a habit that has been cultivated since the time of the Red Army, and when Mr. Peng held a meeting with them, he said that they were all raised by their fathers and mothers, and they followed us to do the revolution, and died outside, and the corpses were buried in the ground casually, and the names and things had to be remembered, and it was an explanation to have the opportunity to tell other people's families.

Therefore, since the day Yang Bangzi became a squad leader, he has never lacked a small notebook in his satchel, writing down the names of the sacrificed soldiers or something, and reporting it to the department in charge of this matter at the higher level, or simply finding an opportunity to tell the local comrades and relay it on his behalf.

He himself can't remember how many small books he has changed, and the current one in his satchel is still given by the political commissar of Nahong in Niangzi Shencun, and since then, he has been fighting all the way to Guojiabaozi, and the name on the small book is almost full.

Whether it's remembering the Eighth Road, the district squad, the militia in the village, the new second division, the puppet army who helped him drive the car, or whatever, as long as he has helped him fight devils and sacrificed, they will all be recorded, regardless of what he is in that team, no matter what he does, if nothing else, he will beat the devil and not be ambiguous! This credit should not be forgotten!

Yang Bangzi hurriedly went down the mountain because when he hid in the back mountain with the head earlier, the head of the sect said something to Yang Bangzi, reminded us of the eight roads, and said that Mr. Guo was dying, and Commander Yang wanted to get people out.

How to persuade the head of the sect and their relatives, the old gentleman is dead or alive, and it is not easy for anyone to say, the head of the sect thinks about it and lets Yang Bangzi talk about it.

In the period before dawn, with the end of the battle on the North Mountain Peak, the two sides entered a confrontation situation, and basically returned to the situation of last night, and the whole valley was silent again.

Yang Bangzi knew in his heart that this silence would not last long, the devils under the mountain had suffered a loss, and they would not withdraw easily.

Taking advantage of this short free time, he went to do a few things, one was to gather the living people who could fight in the whole cottage together and have a small meeting. Second, we have to adjust the deployment, we can no longer put it on the platform and fight hard with the devils, the day is no better than the night, and it is not good to consume people in a morning.

The third is to do the things that the head of the sect explained before going to the North Peak, and go to see Mr. Guo.

As soon as the trumpet was blown, people gathered in twos and threes from various positions to the courtyard, except for those who were left behind to stand guard and those who were lying down and could not move, those who could walk and those who could hold guns.

Before the start of the war, the regular soldiers of the Eighth Route Army led by Yang Bangzi were three companies, less than 400 people, Zhuang Ding had more than 100 people, and there were about 200 militiamen from various villages and villagers who volunteered to participate in the war.

This set, Yang Bangzi who watched it was also a little sad, Qi Shabu three companies are now half of the people left, Zhuang Ding, who is dressed in black clothes and black pants, big swords and spears, there are still twenty or thirty people, and the reserve team led by the old fifth son is the most neat, and he has been doing logistics work, and he has not lost a few.

Clearing his throat, Yang Bangzi spoke: "Brothers! Now Lao Tzu doesn't talk about comrades, that's called a foreign way! I'm calling you brothers now! It's good to stay and follow Lao Tzu to fight devils, I won't say anything, bow to the big guys! ”

After speaking, he bent down deeply, bowed ninety degrees, got up, swept the people in the courtyard with his eyes, and then said: "Brothers, is it enjoyable!" ”

"Enjoyable!" "Enjoyable!" "It's not fun!"

Why is there still a contradiction! Yang Bangzi was almost happy, they all shouted that they were enjoyable, and there were really a few who couldn't enjoy shouting, and they glanced at it, and shouted it from the reserves.

"If you can't enjoy shouting, tell me, what's going on, tell Lao Tzu!" Yang Bangzi raised his voice, but when he heard it, he was not reprimanding.

"Report to Commander Yang! We are all militiamen from various villages, and we haven't fought for three years, and we've fought devils for two years! But it's been a night, and we won't be allowed to go to the front line, and we're all in the back! Let you listen to the gunshot, and don't let the gun hit the little devil, are you happy to not! ”

It's really bold, I'm really not familiar with this Yang stick when I speak, I asked, ho, it's really a background, but at the inaugural meeting of the Mid-Autumn Festival in Kawaguchi Town, the militia hero who was worn by Director Cheng with a red flower!

At that time, Yang Bangzi was drunk, and after listening to the order of the military region announced by Director Cheng, he went to sleep behind the crowd, no wonder he didn't know this combat model.

Yang Bangzi asked with a smile: "Model, I've lost my eyes, tell me, what are we going to do next?" ”

"Report to Commander Yang, if you want me to say, the little devils have also been beaten, and they should be put in to fight! It's like pulling a peg and getting a fish into an ecstasy! (To be continued......)