Shimizu Dazuo woke up, his whole body was sore and sore, his right arm was wrapped in a bandage and hung on his chest, and his two legs were painful when he moved.

After listening to the sergeant's report, he smiled bitterly at the animal attack that had just happened. And I still have palpitations about the ferocity of the big black snake in retrospect.

After taking a few sips of rice porridge made from rotten coffin boards as fuel, Shimizu instructed several soldiers to carry him to the top of the post. After looking around, he decided to send someone to the village to the south to see if he could find friendly troops.

A simple raft was set up with branches floating in the water, two soldiers were assigned to the most water-based, and the devils on the post sent out helpers.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, the two soldiers sent for help came back, and exhausted pushed the raft back to the post, bringing back some canned food and medicine.

After the inquiry, Shimizu Dazuo learned that in this village called Xiwangzhuang in the south, the 110th Wing of the 139th Division was stationed last night, and the Imperial Association Army of a regiment was also attached to the Imperial Army, which was attacked by the Dingxian garrison, and only entered this village last night.

As for the Suzuki detachment directly under Shimizu's unit, there is no news. The 139th Wing in the village also lost some personnel due to the impact of the flood, but fortunately, the terrain in Xiwangzhuang was higher, and there was no loss of equipment and baggage.

Zuihou, a soldier who reported the news, said that Okamoto Daisa of the 139th Wing asked Shimizu Daisa to rest assured that he was tying up a raft and coming to the rescue by tomorrow at the latest.

Shimizu's heart swept over Major General Suzuki's always stiff face, and he secretly wondered if the detachment had forgotten about itself? Or is it deliberately not sending personnel to search and rescue?

Although Major General Suzuki doesn't appreciate Shimizu Daisa so much, he is his own subordinate after all, and he will not deliberately leave Shimizu alone, it is really difficult to protect himself, and he can't spare the troops and time to search for the whereabouts of the squadron that Shimizu took away.

Last night, when Shimizu and his soldiers went to pursue the fleeing communist army, Suzuki was directing all the troops to advance one after another, preparing to camp in Nyokojin Village. Just as he had just arrived at the headquarters set up in a small temple on the mountainside, he received a report from the squadron in the south that was on guard and defensive duty, saying that several units of the Eighth Route Army had been found around Taipingzhuang and that small-scale battles had broken out.

At this time, a telegram from the North China Dispatch Army instructed him to attack and advance to Xiwangzhuang at dawn on the next day and join up with the 110th Division.

The direction of Xiwangzhuang was the direction in which Shimizu Daisa led the attack, and the cautious Suzuki sent squad-level alert troops to the north and west, leaving the detachment headquarters and baggage in the village, leaving mobile troops to support the Taiheizhuang position in the south at any time. In this way, the Suzuki detachment looked at the map and laid out a "1" formation more than 40 miles long along the banks of the Tongtian River.

This morning, the signal corps sent to search for the whereabouts of the Shimizu troops, but received the news that the road to Xiwangzhuang had been blocked by the heavy water, and at this time, Suzuki strengthened his determination to hold on and wait for reinforcements, and sent a telegram to the headquarters asking the troops of the 110th Division to move closer to him.

He never dreamed that after being blocked by Yang Bangzi's squad for a day and a night, he had lost the suddenness of secret intersperse, and the Jinchaji Military Region of the Eighth Route Army had concentrated three main regiments, plus local armed forces, and had begun to encircle the Suzuki detachment on the outside line.

As night fell, Suzuki pondered silently in front of the map, pondering whether to advance or retreat. On the mass grave, Shimizu Daisa was also shining a flashlight on the spread map, wondering where the prey that was close at hand last night would flee to? In the tomb, Yang Stick is also on the loess, drawing a map with his fingers that only he can understand.

If someone could mark the current direction of the Eighth Route and the Japanese army, as well as the specific locations of the combat units, on a large-scale map at this time, they would be surprised to find that these red and blue arrows and circles formed three circles.

The largest circle is an oval encirclement in the Taihang Mountains with Beiping, Taiyuan, Shijiazhuang and other sides pointing to the Taihang Mountains, which represents the concentration of more than 70,000 troops of the Japanese army to exterminate the more than 20,000 Eighth Route Army and more than 300,000 ordinary people in the Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region in the circle.

The second circle is from Laiyuan in the north, to Baoding, Tang County, Dingxian and other places in the east, to Fuping and Xingtang in the south, and to Wutai in the west.

The third circle is a semicircle, starting from the east bank of the Tongtian River in the west, reaching the Taipingzhuang and Caihuyingzi in the south, and reaching the Xiwangzhuang and Shanghe Village in the east. With more than 5,000 Japanese troops and more than 3,000 Imperial Allied Army, where is the center point of this semicircle composed of three-way devils? It is the dozens of people under the command of Yang Bangzi who are hiding in the ancient tomb.

Interestingly, the Japanese army wanted to use one circle after another to encircle and kill the people of the Eighth Route Army and the base area, but what they didn't expect was that the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army also set up several circles for them.

The eastern Hebei, Pingxi, Pingbei, northwestern Shanxi, southeastern Shanxi, Shanxi-Hebei-Shandong-Henan, Hebei-Shandong-Henan, and Hebei-Shandong-Henan military regions and sub-districts all received orders from the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army to launch sabotage warfare and raid warfare in order to contain and strike at Jihua deployed on the enemy's outer line. This is the first encirclement of a big circle to destroy the devils.

At the same time that Yang Bangzi and the others blocked the Suzuki detachment, from Qianxi and Yutian in eastern Hebei to Luanping and Fengning in Pingbei, from Yangyuan in the northwest of Shanxi to Yangquan in the southeast of Shanxi, from Xingtai in Shanxi, Hebei and Luyu to Wuqiang and Fucheng in Hebei, Luyu, the entire North China region became a pot of porridge! More than 100,000 Eighth Route Army and local armed forces besieged the county seat, picked up railways, dug roads, ambushed devils' baggage and transport troops, bombed strongholds, and seized artillery towers.

The Sixth Division was not idle, and the troops who jumped to the outer line of the devil turned their heads and bit hard on the devil's buttocks, and the hundreds of square kilometers of land were full of gunfire and ambushes, and they were fighting happily. This is not Commander Huang also concentrated the three main regiments and set his sights on the fastest Suzuki detachment.

Otherwise, Commander Haode's nose must be smart! At that time, there was only a radio station at the brigade level, and the regiment level relied on handwritten orders to pass orders, and Yang Bangzi did not ask for instructions or report, so he led hundreds of people to block Suzuki's battle, and he just let the devils be fooled, thinking that he had caught the main force of the Eighth Road.

Only then did the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army and the Sixth Division make up their minds to take advantage of the opportunity of the devils chasing Yang Bangzi, seize the Suzuki, which is getting longer and longer, and teach the devils a hard lesson.

Looking at it this way, isn't Yang Bangzi's unauthorized action a bit outstanding? Of course, he didn't know what was going on in the whole of North China, and he didn't know that Commander Huang and the others were more than ten miles away from them.

This is a pair of black-faced and white-faced cloth shoes, and the bottom is quite thick. The stitches are dense, and the heart is solid when you look at it.

One of Yang Bangzi's shoes was lost in the West Ditch yesterday, and the barefoot girl was almost a day and a night, and at noon I found a big one to ask for a rag, and tore it into two pieces, one made a gun cloth, and one wrapped it in a wrap, and wrapped it around my feet.

When I had dinner just now, Yang Bangzi Zuihou went to eat, received two nests and a bowl of gruel, and was just about to squeeze a pile with the big ones to eat, so that the Jin officer who shared the meal shouted, and saw that there was no one left and right, and stuffed a pair of shoes into Yang Bangzi's arms, saying that he was rushed out in the day.

Yang Bangzi didn't dodge even if he wanted to, holding the nest head and holding the jar in his hand, the cloth shoes in his arms were like a hot coal, the burning Yang Bangzi's face was red, his heart was hot, he didn't know what to say with his mouth open, and the Jin officer turned around and went back to the room.

In the days of confinement, the days when he missed the leading shoes, the shoes on his feet were still made by the hairy widow Lianxiang, Yang Stick had big feet, and he wore small shoes for ordinary soldiers. Yesterday I lost one of the mud, and I didn't care if others borrowed a pair, and I thought about playing a pair of straw sandals to make do with them.

Put the rice on the edge of the kang first, wipe the dirty feet, try it, it's quite heeled, go back and forth twice, very comfortable.

The old shoe stained with mud on the ground, Xiao Di picked it up and wanted to throw it out of the skylight, Yang took the stick back, thought about it, knocked the mud on the shoe on the ground, and tucked it into the blanket. After looking at the new shoes on his feet, he felt that something was wrong, so he pulled one out and put on the old shoes again.

One is new, the other is old, and now I don't realize that something is wrong. Grinning and cross-legged, gnawing on the nest and drinking porridge, the big ones looked at the strange way of wearing Yang's stick, you stabbed me, I stabbed yours, and the kang was in a mess.

Suzuki ate a dinner of salted dried fish and cold rice balls, Shimizu ate a few bites of canned food and nibbled on a few biscuits, Yang Bangzi sucked and drank yellow corn porridge, the sun disappeared behind the clouds in the west, the red glow hung in the sky, and the sound of frogs in the four fields was bursting.

The soldiers in the ancient tomb, a group in the east and a group in the west, surrounded the platoon commander and a few veterans, listening to the summary and tactical explanation of yesterday's battle, a few were wiping their guns, the old blind man in the kang was debugging the huqin with his ears sideways, and the yellow-haired little girl hid behind her father with interest, looking at the soldiers.

Political Commissar Hong leaned on his backpack, holding a pencil tip, and was writing something on a papyrus notebook, next to him, Officer Jin was holding a gown in his hand, sewing and mending with flying needles, and Miss Guo was wearing an obviously ill-fitting military uniform, hugging her knees and being stunned.

The male prisoners were divided into two groups, and this time they also gathered into a heap, and they were idle in their rooms, and the woman with her hair in a bun was asked by Officer Jin to help with the fire and cook something after being asked by Officer Jin just now.

On the edge of the skylight, Lao Feng and Lao Wuzi squatted on the dirt slope, each person with a cigarette bag and pot, talking about what kind of homely things, talking and arguing.

Yang Bangzi inspected the circle, quite satisfied, with his hands behind his back like a housekeeper in the landlord's compound, strolling around contentedly, humming a little song in his mouth.

There is only one person who is not very happy, that is, Ma Yidao who nested in the corner, and when he was eating, Feng Dayan loosened his tie for him, and this time he copied his hands, with a cold face, and he didn't know what to think.

Thousands of miles away, the soldiers of the second detachment of the Jidong Advance Army were using the green gauze tent to quietly approach the devil's turret. Hundreds of miles away, the soldiers of the Fourth Regiment of the Second Brigade of the Jizhong Sub-district had already caught fire with the devils. Tens of thousands of local armed forces outside Laiyuan City in the north have begun to besiege the devils in the city.

Dozens of miles away, the devils in Taipingzhuang were also having dinner, and in the fields outside the village in all directions, the soldiers led by Commander Huang were quietly hiding and were about to attack.

At this time, on the ancient tomb and mass grave cut off by the water, Yang Bangzi and Shimizu Dazuo, after smoking a bag of cigarettes and a cigarette roll respectively, closed their eyes and fell asleep!