Although the "Da Da Da ......" reconnaissance platoon made timely covert movements, two soldiers were unfortunately shot, and although the injuries were not serious, the heart-piercing pain was not something ordinary people could endure. The two young inexperienced fighters howled in tears before they could hold back.

This call did not matter, but the Japanese convoy stopped moving. The Japanese soldier who was sitting in the co-pilot unexpectedly found that he was just asking his subordinates to conduct an enemy reconnaissance, but he didn't expect that there was really an ambush at the commanding heights on the right flank! He decisively ordered all the soldiers to get out of the car and participate in the battle, and commanded the first and third squads to encircle the commanding heights on the right, and the battle was imminent......

Political commissar Hu Dequan was caught by the Japanese army on the left and right for a while, so he could only take his so-called strategic retreat, directing the reconnaissance platoon to retreat while ordering the troops to counterattack and cover.

The fierce gunfire also attracted Yang Longfei, who was lying on a stretcher and fell asleep, was awakened by the sudden burst of gunfire, and a strong professional sensitivity arose, and his intuition told him that there must be a fight. It is not difficult to determine who the opponent is by the intensity of the gunfire, it sounds as if there are crooked machine guns and mortars? Yang Longfei suddenly came to his senses, he jumped up from the stretcher with a continuous low-grade fever and weak body, snatched a rifle from the soldier's hand and rushed up the small slope less than five meters above sea level in front of him, Zhang Shan and others hurriedly followed.

Yang Longfei only felt that there was a swaying ghost in front of him, he patted his uncompetitive head, coughed a few times and said: "The telescope gives me ......" After taking the telescope, Yang Longfei reluctantly observed the enemy situation two miles away: A group of Japanese soldiers abandoned the convoy on the highway and was encircling and annihilating an eight-way army of no more than 30 people on the mountain pass?

"Commander, what's the situation?" Xie Dacheng asked busily.

Yang Longfei smiled with satisfaction: "Damn, the road is narrow, Lao Tzu was still lying in his heart just now and said how to calculate the little devils, they are still here?" Since I bumped into it, there is no reason to let the dog go, pass my order, and the whole group will be scattered under the self, and the dumplings for the dog day will be wrapped! ”

Xie Dacheng tilted the brim of his hat, picked up his gun and shouted: "First battalion, follow me!" With that, he took the lead and rushed down the hill. The second and third battalions followed. Yang Longfei, supported by Zhang Shan and others, staggered towards the opposite battlefield. When the troops approached the Japanese army position less than 200 meters, Zhang Shan suddenly shouted, "Not good!" ”

Yang Longfei looked at Zhang Shan suspiciously: "What's wrong?" ”

Zhang Shan stuffed the telescope back into Yang Longfei's hand, and pointed forward: "Commander, look at it yourself, how are these devils dressed differently from the ones we met in Nanjing?" Wearing a cotton hat, cotton pants and a cotton coat, and cotton boots are stepping on, like the Kwantung Army. Look at the official again, with a big-brimmed hat on his head and a black collar badge, like a devil gendarme. In terms of numbers, there is enough strength for a squadron, and I estimate that this is a mixed force. Look at their posture, dare to swagger and drive on the highway, nine times out of ten it is not from the opposite eight roads. ”

Yang Longfei sneered and said, "Nonsense, do you still need to say this?" The eight-way support on the opposite side is a platoon formation, and the devil is fucking full? In order to eat the platoon of the Eighth Road, send a squadron of devils to surround and annihilate, you use the devils as rice buckets, right? ”

Zhang Shan scratched his head, smiled bitterly and continued to observe the enemy situation in front of him. Yang Longfei suddenly asked, "Alas, I said, what did you just say?" Do you suspect that this group of enemies is not an ordinary devil, and it is possible that the Japanese Kwantung Army came from outside the gates? Is this possible? ”

"It's pretty bad, I guess so. See for yourself, how tightly wrapped these devils are, like rich people! Damn, it's just such a small squadron, it's equipped with six light machine guns, you just look at the density of firepower, who knows if they still have guys in the car? Not to mention the firepower of mortars and grenadiers, they are all about to catch up with a machine gun company of our regiment! Even if it's not the Kwantung Army, it's definitely the elite of the Japanese army, our regiment doesn't have much ammunition in the first place, and the existing guys are all picked up from the corpses of people when I led the team to break through from the Taiping Gate, let's better not fight hard with the devils, just be able to relieve the siege of the Eighth Route on the opposite side. ”

Yang Longfei snorted coldly and said, "You kid is a little promising, okay?" What does it mean to be free from the siege? You are a singer in Lao Tzu's grass stage team, and if you don't fight, you won't fight? The first battalion of them is already engaged with the enemy, you want to withdraw, but the devil still doesn't agree! It's still elite, what the hell is elite? Lao Tzu doesn't believe in this evil! Don't forget, our regiment is still the elite of the whole division! I don't care if he is the Kwantung Army, there is no turning back when he opens the bow, I still say the same thing, since there is no reason to withdraw since it collided, everything will be said after the battle is over! ”

Zhang Shan shook his head helplessly, stood up and knocked his feet, and roared with full anger: "Yes, I promise to complete the task!" Regiment commander, I applied to be assigned to the 1st battalion into a temporary commando, and when the bullets ran out, I personally led the team to rush down the hill and meet the devil's bayonet! ”

Yang Longfei happily agreed: "Okay, this is in my heart." The application is approved, the commando team is commanded by you, and it also allows the little devil to see and understand, our Chinese army is not only his Song Zheyuan's 29th Army who dares to fight bayonets, but also our 25th Regiment does not eat dry food! ”

Zhang Shan was right, this Japanese squadron was subordinate to the 1st Division under the Japanese Kwantung Army, and it was the elite of the grassroots units of its division. For some reason, the troops were temporarily commanded by Matsuyama Shaosa, the head of the military police of the Japanese army headquarters in Jinan. The direction of the troops was Xuzhou, and the purpose of the advance was to support the Japanese North China Front, which was about to launch a siege of the city in Xuzhou and the surrounding areas. Neither side expected that they would meet each other on this Linzao Highway and fight.

In the face of the front and rear attacks of the Chinese army, the Japanese army did not get into disarray. Instead, they dispersed themselves into two attack echelons and engaged the Chinese army. The Japanese Kwantung Army, which had a rather strong combat style, had a clear advantage, and in the face of the inferior Eighth Route Army and the Nationalist Army, which was poorly equipped and lacked men and horses, this squadron of the Kwantung Army was obviously waiting for work. Not only that, but their firepower is also very powerful, and the dense network of fire made of six light machine guns is simply not porous, and people will not want to escape as long as they are hit, they must be beaten into a sieve.

The first battalion did not have a lot of ammunition in the first place, and it ran out of ammunition and food in less than ten minutes after the battle began. Seeing this, Zhang Shan, the deputy commander of the regiment, picked up the ghost head knife that Yang Longfei had used before, and rushed down the hillside with the assault team to meet the Japanese army. The soldiers of the Kwantung Army were not ambiguous, and they raised their guns with bayonets and screamed to meet the Chinese troops who were swooping towards them...... The two teams with burning eyes collided in an instant, and the sound of swords and guns, bones shattering, and the screams of soldiers came one after another.

Yang Longfei, who was lying on the hillside, knew that with his current physical condition, he could not participate in the white-knuckle battle in full swing at all, so he could only use the last bit of his sanity and composure, and slowly raised the rifle in his hand, aiming the muzzle left and right to find the exposed Japanese soldiers......

As long as it was at the threshold of the white-knuckle battle, the stunned blue in Li's head was extremely excited. Like a bloodthirsty beast, he almost greeted the brutal battle in front of him with an attitude of enjoyment. The bayonet in his hand had already stabbed two Kwantung Army soldiers, and one of the Japanese soldiers was only half dead because it was difficult to pierce through the cotton coat on his body. Li didn't pay attention to his head, and was hit by this Japanese soldier who was spared death, and stabbed him in the abdomen. Li covered his abdomen with a bayonet in pain, endured the great pain, and gritted his teeth to stab the Kwantung Army soldier who attacked him to death.

Li's head felt a wave in his abdomen, as if his intestines were about to flow out with the wound. He gasped and tore a strip of cloth from his military uniform, which was tied around his waist and abdomen. As he was fiddling, a Japanese soldier who had just stabbed his opponent suddenly noticed the movement of Li's head, and he raised his bayonet and stabbed the opponent in the back...... Just listen to the "Horn!" With a bang, the Japanese soldier fell to the ground like a gate.

Li jumped up from the ground after his head was stunned for a few seconds, and looked in the direction where the devil was shot, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that the person who saved him just now was actually the regiment commander lying in ambush on the top of the mountain! Li smiled at the top of the mountain, as if to say: Come on, Commander, I saved you before, and now you have saved my life in turn, now we are clear! After that, he reflexively threw himself into the battle.

When the enemy and our armies are close to each other, their artillery will naturally become empty shelves. To put it bluntly, with such a close attack distance, it is almost necessary to drop a bomb vertically. If that's the case, both forces will have to finish playing here. Even if the Japanese were cold-blooded creatures with militaristic ideas, they would not be stupid enough to end their lives by attacking suicide at this little-known branch of the highway. There was no way, they had to pick up the tools they carried, and even if they couldn't find a weapon, they had to deal the final blow with the Chinese army in front of them......

In the face of such a tragic scene, Matsuyama Shaoza, who has always taken the maintenance of local law and order as his own responsibility, suddenly seemed a little flustered, because he had never seen a tragic situation in the gendarmerie for many years. To be precise, the nature of his work is like the difference between civil and military in ancient China. Five or six years have passed since he was drafted into the army by the military department, but Matsuyama has not participated in a real battle. After the destruction of Jinan, in order to establish the prestige of the gendarmerie, he personally cut off the heads of more than a dozen Chinese with a saber, and tortured two captured Chinese spies to death in the interrogation room of the gendarmerie. When he did these things, he never felt guilty in his heart, and he never felt weak afterwards, even when he usually ate and slept at night, everything went on as usual. In his eyes, as a "military police force" under the Imperial Japanese Army, killing a few Chinese with anti-Japanese sentiments is nothing? According to ancient Chinese punishments, he was still soft-handed. If he were to draft the gendarmerie system, he would have imprisoned the "Chinese prisoners" who were suspected of resisting Japan and arriving in Japan, as well as their relatives and friends who could have anything to do with them, and tortured them with the most cruel torture instruments until they died. Matsuyama Shaosa vividly remembers that a Japanese lecturer who is well versed in Chinese history once said that this kind of punishment was called "Zhulian Nine Tribes" in ancient China.

Rao is Matsuyama Shaozuo was full of evil, but he was also frightened by the scene in front of him. Hand-to-hand combat and bayonet encounters were a bloody game of extreme brutality for the captain of the gendarmerie in charge of the locality. He had witnessed the head of a Kwantung Army soldier being cut off by the other party, and the blood spurting out of the cavity was three feet high, and the body that had lost its head was not dead after falling to the ground, and could still let out a few slight struggles. This scene was like a 20-pound sledgehammer that slammed into Matsuyama's heart. Matsuyama could no longer withstand this visual attack, and he brandished his saber and ordered his troops to withdraw from the battle, reorganizing his fire to cover his retreat.

The soldiers of the Kwantung Army, who were known for their belligerence, turned a deaf ear to this, as an imperial soldier, dying on the battlefield was the highest honor, and Matsuyama Shaosa was so greedy for life and afraid of death, it was simply a shame for the Imperial Japanese Army. The white-knuckle fight lasted for nearly twenty minutes, and although more than half of the Kwantung Army soldiers were killed or wounded, their morale was not frustrated, but they became more and more courageous. Almost every Kwantung Army soldier was surrounded by three or four Chinese soldiers, and despite this, they did not fall behind in the slightest. Even Li Datou, a rare practitioner, silently exclaimed in his heart, damn, this time it was really a hard stubble......

The two armies were stuck in a stalemate for a while, and at this moment, the pre-1st regiment and 1st battalion led by Zhang He also rushed to the area of Linzao Highway, and the situation of the two sides was immediately clear. The regiment commander Zhang He was also a guy who blushed when he saw the devil, and he wiped the necks of three Japanese soldiers with the machete he carried with him. The battle lasted less than twenty minutes before it was over. In this battle, the squadron of the Kwantung Army and its commander Matsuyama Shaosa were all killed, and the total number of casualties of our army exceeded 150 people. Leaving aside the casualties before the white-knuckle battle, the casualties on both sides were almost equal.

Yang Longfei, who was lying on the mountain col, snorted in distress, damn it, the combat effectiveness of the Japanese Kwantung Army is really not blown, not only the individual combat quality is superb, but also has the spirit of fighting for his life, he is simply a group of outlaws who are not afraid of heaven and earth.

Political commissar Hu Dequan was wounded in the left arm during the battle, but fortunately it did not penetrate the wound and did not cause extensive blood loss.

Zhang Shan and Hu Dequan shook hands cordially after meeting, and Qian Liyuan, Cao Guang and others watched quietly. The two of them only felt that the gloom in front of them suddenly became gone, and in its place was the bright future of clearing the clouds. At this moment, not only the two of them, but even Xie Dacheng, who had been kept in the dark before, seemed to understand something. Ho, Deputy Zhang Tuan has a different relationship with this Tubalu......

Hu Dequan smiled and shook hands with Yang Longfei again, Yang Longfei recognized Hu Dequan at a glance, hey, isn't this Cui Zhicheng, an underground member of the Communist Party of China who connected with him in the "Zixuan Teahouse"? Yang Longfei really didn't expect that he would be able to see him again in his life.

"Comrade Yang Longfei, hello, meet again! I remember when we met at that teahouse, I said that there would be a date later. I didn't expect that it had only been half a month, and we would really meet again! All the way, hard work! ”

Yang Longfei sweated profusely on his head, and saluted Hu Dequan back: "It's really not easy, according to my character, I will fight with the devils in Nanjing City to the last soldier." If it weren't for this illness, I guess you wouldn't have seen me today. ”

Hu Dequan smiled and corrected: "Since they are all at the door, let's change this title!" Don't call me Cui Zhicheng in the future, that's my pseudonym, and I use it when I work underground. My real name is Hu Dequan, the virtue of virtue, the spring of spring water, if you want, you can call me Lao Hu in the future. ”

Yang Longfei asked, "Pseudonym?" No, when you met me half a month ago, I thought you looked like that...... After a long time, this Cui Zhicheng is not your real name? ”

Hu Dequan smiled apologetically: "No way, the work needs it." If you don't even have a name, then what kind of underground work is there to do, don't you say? Besides, when I contacted your deputy, Comrade Zhang Shan, I also reported a pseudonym, and the name I used was Zhang Shicheng. No, he only now knows my real name. If I hadn't reminded him that this was a pseudonym, he would have thought I was from his family......"

Yang Longfei looked at Zhang Shan who was standing aside with a wry smile, and said sourly: "Okay, you, you have been in the group for two or three years, and you are the old Eighth Road after a long time?" You kid hid it very deeply, and you just hid it from Lao Tzu for so long. When you first joined our regiment, I was still wondering, and I also specially asked Chief of Staff Liu to check your kid's resume. You kid is really a joker, you sang a good show, and even I hid it. ”

Zhang Shan scratched his head embarrassedly: "Regiment leader, you are hiding quite deeply, if it weren't for what Lao Hu just said, I really didn't know that you were also our person." Now, let's get together again! Regiment leader, I, Zhang Shan, use my head to assure you, just like this, in this life, in addition to hiding my identity from you, I dare not hide anything else from you. Otherwise, I won't have anything to say if you cut me with a knife! ”

Zhang He, the head of the pre-first regiment who was left aside, walked over with some displeasure and muttered: "Okay, okay, it's all over, right?" Can we go? It's getting dark, what do you have to say back? ”

After hearing this, political commissar Hu Dequan hurriedly made a gesture of a host, and greeted him in a big way: "Yes, yes, yes, let's go back and talk slowly." You can also have a welcome ceremony, a simple and important ...... In this way, the first battalion will stay to clean up the battlefield, and the newly arrived brothers of the national army will go back with us first, everyone must be tired all the way over, let's simply eat a little and rest early......"

Before leaving, Zhang He also glanced back at Hu Dequan meaningfully, as if to say:, why let Lao Tzu's battalion clean up the battlefield? Whoever causes the trouble can't all fall on the master, right?