When it comes to this kind of life-threatening time, the little devil is not monolithic, as soon as he heard that the back road was copied by the family, and Shimizu Dazuo still had to fight, this factional problem came up!

You are not the old leader of the Suzuki detachment, nor are you a few leaders who have served for many years in the establishment, but you are a staff officer who came to the trainee for a few months, and with a telegram from the front army, you led the Suzuki detachment to this place of poor mountains and bad waters, and more than half of the officers were killed and wounded! Are you up to the task?

The two captains were about to slap the table with Qing Shui, if it weren't for the adjutant and a few squadron leaders to stop them, this would have started!

Qing Shui will also understand that he is a lonely person, he has not operated the army for a long time, and no matter how high the official is, no one will sincerely follow you, let alone share hardships and hardships.

So he decided not to quarrel, made this decision, let the soldiers who could still participate in the battle choose for themselves, whether to be loyal to the emperor, or withdraw, and those who were willing to withdraw followed the two captains to escort the wounded to Linjian Village, and after dawn, with the support of the Air Force, the camera broke through to the first brigade.

Those who are willing to stay and fight with the Eight Roads Zuihou are carried by him Qing Shui, and the destiny of life and death has nothing to do with other officers.

Speaking of which, the Suzuki detachment didn't say anything more, and the adjutant offered to stay and accompany Shimizu, and the squadron leader who had lost half of his arm was originally a death squad and decided not to leave.

The soldiers in the terrace and the cottage were summoned, and the current situation was briefly explained, and the decision to hold the meeting was also explained, so that everyone could choose freely, and to the surprise of the officers, more than half of the soldiers who could still fight chose to stay. There were more than 100 people standing on Qingshui's side. Many of them are also wrapped in bandages.

Actually. What emperor is not the emperor, gold bars are not gold bars, the battle is so fierce, the Suzuki detachment has never suffered such a big loss since its formation! The officials may take their lives more seriously, and the big-headed soldiers are all in their hearts! It's not important to lose your life, it's a big deal to be a man if you lose face!

The little devil is more dead-eyed than us Chinese, and he doesn't understand the truth that it is better to die than to live, in fact, it is because Japan is an island country. There is the sea on all sides, and the mainland is a narrow strip, even if the defeated side admits defeat, where can it run away? Where the fart is bigger! Therefore, it is generally a suicide when defeated, and it is called the spirit of bushido!

Unlike our China, which has such a large territory, if you lose, you will lose, run far, endure humiliation and steal your life, and you will have to make a comeback sooner or later. So the little devil dies again, and the Chinese are reborn!

The soldiers themselves chose to fight for honor. The other officers didn't say anything, and the two captains also made a division of labor, one with someone who was willing to go, and burned the soldiers who died in battle, took away the ashes, and transferred the wounded soldiers to Linjian Village.

The other captain stayed behind with Shimizu to launch a zuihou battle against the eight roads in the cottage, and he couldn't give the Suzuki detachment a bad reputation for being defeated and fleeing!

The devils are burying pots and cooking and carrying dead bodies, and there are large piles of wood on the valley, and the black smoke is wrapped in the stench of choking corpses, which floats all over the mountain.

Yang Bangzi saw it clearly in Nanshan, the devils on the other side of the walled wall have not retreated, there are still a lot of people, they are making a fire to cook, and the comings and goings in the valley are picking up things, burning dead bodies and supplies, and preparing to retreat.

Just now, he and Liu Da Ass and Commander Huang all telegraphed that the old third regiment had taken Houshiyu Tonghekou Village and other places, and the forward was actually two miles away from Nanyakou, and the old first regiment and the two regiments from Jizhong were both east and north, and they had already surrounded Guojiabaozi in a ring on the outer line.

Mr. Guo asked him to withdraw, but at present, it is not possible! If they are withdrawn and leave the cottage to the devils, they have an air force that can supply ammunition and materials, and once a few regiments surround it, they will not be able to eat this devil for a while, and the devils in the east will not be able to take advantage of it!

So we must stay here and drag the devil so that he can't steadfastly guard the cottage and wait for reinforcements!

But there are so many people at hand, the seriously injured in the cave have been sent down to Nanshan, and Mr. Guo still doesn't leave, so he will stay in the big house for the time being. Yang Bangzi is not thinking about the problem of night battles now, the black lights are blind, and the devil people are just like that, and they may not dare to attack again rashly.

What he was worried about was that once the devil had to make two more suicide attacks after dawn, he would have to fight out all the seventy or so people!

This time Yujian's devil is different from any previous time, it's the same as having a magic barrier! Yang Bangzi didn't think that the battle would be so cruel beforehand, he worked hard for a day and a night, this person died in Wuyang, and the little devil didn't take his life seriously.

Smoking a bag of cigarettes, Yang Bangzi thought to himself, I don't want to! The little devil dares to play with his life, what are we afraid of! are all dead, and there are still people who take Lao Tzu's class! I want to see how much urine your men's defeat will be!

After thinking about it for a while, he got up and patted the soil, and went down the mountain, when someone came to call him, saying that the fifth son was no longer good!

Yang Bangzi never expected that the team that came out of the confinement room and formed a team to report with him was the first one to die in front of his eyes, and it turned out to be Lao Wuzi!

Coming down from the mountain, on the edge of the cliff of Nanshan, the old five sons are about to die, these days, he has been injured several times, and he insisted on marching with the troops to fight, his body was not so hard, this time he was wounded in the chest by a gunshot, and he collapsed all of a sudden.

It is said that these people in Yang Bangzi's squad, the one he looks down on the most is the old fifth son, the Soviet District has tied him up, tortured him, and almost buried him alive, if it weren't for the struggle within the party, let the chairman wipe it, Yang Bangzi's heart of revenge is not unavoidable.

Who would have thought that it was this leprosy ghost-like guy who blocked the devil's black gun for him! Yang Bangzi said in his heart, don't say anything about the feelings of revolutionary comrades, a righteous word is the head!

This is righteous anger! On the battlefield, you can sacrifice yourself to save others, isn't it righteousness? Our party says that this is the selfless spirit of the revolution, and in the words of the common people, can people who are not righteous people do such righteous things?

That's not to block a punch and a kick, but to pounce on a life-threatening bullet, don't you know? Knowing that he is going to die, he has to help him, this old fifth son is here in Yang Bangzi, at least the old account is written off.

The old five sons leaned against the stone, his chest was lying together, and his waist was stiff for half his life, and it turned out to be straight, he saw Yang Bangzi rushing to hear the news, raised his head, let go of the hand covering his chest, and shook it, which meant to let Yang Bangzi come over.

"Lao Yang, Lao Tzu is going to see Marx, go first, cough cough, the only place where I can't stand you kid is that little thing in the Soviet District, Lao Tzu is gone, don't be jealous." After speaking, he coughed loudly a few times, panting heavily, and the bandage wrapped around his chest couldn't stop the blood from seeping out.

Yang Stick stretched out his hand and pressed it on the chest of the fifth son, didn't say anything, and nodded.

"Lao Yang, you don't need to remember my name in your little book, Lao Tzu is single, and my parents are gone, just one request, don't throw Lao Tzu off for a while, let the wild dog dig it out, just bury it on the edge of this Nanshan cliff, less stones, Lao Tzu has bent over for half his life, it can be regarded as straight, and the stones are too heavy!"

After saying this, the old fifth son couldn't speak anymore, and blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, Yang Bangzi nodded, staring at the sallow and sallow face of the old fifth son, staring at the old fifth son's eyes as bright as seven stars Little by little, staring at the lips that trembled slightly and wanted to say something, for fear of blinking an eye, missing the voice and smile of the old fifth son when he was alive.

Zuihou Lao Wuzi struggled to get up, didn't let Xiao Liangzi, who was wiping his tears, help him, sat up straight, and after saluting in the direction of the west, his body was crooked, and he no longer breathed.

The fifth son, a native of Liling, Hunan, was born in 1904, a total of nine parents, brothers and sisters died in 1914, during the flood, the fifth son was rescued, begging along the street for three years, and then joined the Hunan warlord army, carrying a gun to eat. In 1927, he participated in the Nanchang Uprising and joined our party in the same year.

Resolute in carrying out tasks, loyal to the party, the bully landlord who died under his gun, the traitor and the spy, no less than 100 people, after the Anti-Japanese War, he repeatedly completed the task of going deep behind the enemy line to hoe and punish the evil, and in the battle of Guojiabaozi, he sacrificed to cover his comrades, and then the government searched for him in many ways, and his hometown had no relatives. (To be continued......)