Liu Shu on the mountain beam watched this white-knuckle bloody battle on the dirt road at the bottom of the ditch in a thrilling way. He didn't have a telescope, and a lot of the equipment of the second battalion, including the telescope, was confiscated from the devils, and although the seizure should be returned to the public, the battalion commanders headed by Wu Zijian even more respected whoever paid it over. The instructor, who did not have binoculars, could not see clearly the backs of the Japanese cavalry who had gone away. He instructed dozens of soldiers who were still on the mountain beam to pay attention to the direction of the Japanese army's escape, and he himself took two soldiers and hurried down the mountain.

The commanders and fighters of the second battalion, who breathed a sigh of relief, were cleaning the battlefield silently and tiredly; The rescued Jin soldiers, except for the dead and those who escaped, there were only a few dozen people left, and they cleaned up the casualties in groups east and west, while silently looking at the Eighth Route Army.

The losses are not small.

Wu Zijian asked each company to count the situation, and as a result, 14 people were killed and more than 60 were wounded, of which more than 10 were seriously wounded. The Japanese discarded 35 corpses, wounded and captured 7 prisoners, captured the same number of riding spears and sabers, and captured 28 intact military horses.

Liu Shu, who learned the number, screamed in pain: The casualties are too great! It's not worth it!

Feng Changzhi looked at his instructor and did not speak. Indeed, the casualties were not unheavy relative to the results achieved. No one expected that the forces that occupied such an advantage would have a draw with more than a hundred horsemen. The 2nd Battalion had no experience in fighting cavalry, and they had rarely even seen a group of cavalry before---- the 115th Division headquarters had a cavalry battalion directly under it, but it was more dispersed to transmit orders and intelligence.

Wu Zijian kept his face calm and tried not to pay attention to Liu Shu's roar. To be sure, the instructor was rightly angry. Wu Zijian also had a trace of remorse in his heart, he knew that if the result was achieved, he would not be so impulsive to ask the battalion commander to charge. Damn little Japan, it's so fucking hard to deal with. It was also to blame on the fleeing allies, if it weren't for the rescue of them, this would have been an ambush battle with a chance of victory.

Thinking of his allies, Wu Zijian cheered up and walked up to the nearest group of Jin soldiers, who were nervously bandaging a dying companion.

"What part are you from? How could you be chased here by devils? ”

There was no rank on the uniform of the Eighth Route Army, and a Jin soldier judged the identity of the other party from the shell gun carried by Wu Zijian, he stood up and saluted: "Report to the chief, we are the 11th Company of the 3rd Battalion of the 569th Regiment of the 12th Independent Brigade of the Jin Army, and we are ordered by the brigade headquarters to go to Fengdian to support." ”

Wu Zijian was stunned, the word Fengdian came out of the mouth of the Jin soldiers, and he suddenly recalled that the moment he took the 5th company to kill from the mountain just now, he seemed to hear the rumbling sound of cannons coming from the direction of Fengdian, but at that time, his attention was all on the charge, and he didn't pay attention:

"Fengdian has been occupied by devils?!"

"I don't know, sir," the soldier swallowed, "we came across this group of Japanese cavalry as soon as we arrived outside the city this morning, and we were chased all the way here. ”

At this time, Li Tianlin hurriedly walked over and dragged Wu Zijian away two steps: "I figured it out, these guys are Yan Laoxi's troops, and the captain and staff officer in the lead are surnamed Xiao, and I saved my life on the battlefield just now; He said that he was escorted to Fengdian in a radio car. This surnamed Xiao is like a white-faced scholar, and he is quite fierce when he fights. ”

While speaking, Li Tianlin took Wu Zijian to Xiao Junping, who was dozens of meters away.

Xiao Junping, the intelligence staff officer of the Jin Army, sat on the ground, his face was pale, his left leg was kicked by a horse's hoof, he could no longer stand upright, he lost consciousness in pain, and there was a blood-soaked knife wound on his right shoulder, which was cut by the Japanese cavalry. They did not bring medical staff with them; Wu Zijian asked one of the fighters to go to the hygienist of his battalion.

Next, he learned the general situation from Xiao Junping's mouth.

Xiao Junping thanked the friendly forces for the rescue and witnessed the bravery of the Eighth Route Army on the battlefield. He was ashamed of Jin Jun's performance again. A female soldier in the communication squad found Xiao Junping at this time, sobbing and reporting everything that had just happened: the radio station had been partially damaged, the code book had been burned, and 4 of the 7 people in the communication squad had been killed, including the squad leader Zhang Yuhe, who committed suicide and martyrdom.

Xiao Jun listened calmly, looking at the tearful female soldier, and felt a cramping pain in his heart that was more intense than the wound. At this moment, there were no other Jin soldiers around him except this female soldier, and the officers and soldiers of the company escorting them were very strangers to him, the staff officer of the brigade headquarters, so no one came to take care of him.

"Can you help me through?"

Xiao Junping looked at Wu Zijian and Li Tianlin with some pleading, and asked in a hoarse voice. Li Tianlin leaned down and personally mixed Xiao Junping, he just saw this friendly captain fighting to the death with the Japanese army, and he admired it very much in his heart; Another soldier of the Eighth Route Army, together with the commander of the 5th Company, helped Xiao Junping to the blackened car. Wu Zijian followed.

The four bodies of the Jin army's communication squad were all near the car, a man and three women, and the shocking bodies of three female soldiers: one of them was shot and fell into the flames when burning the code book, and his face was already charred; Another temple dried up with blood and * marks, it was the communications squad leader who committed suicide with a pistol; The last one, Xiao Junping recognized, it was the delicate-looking female soldier she saw in the car on the way to Fengdian, her shirt was almost torn, and she was covered by her comrades at the moment, still showing a few places of fair skin, and there was a long knife mark on her neck, and the blood had flowed out. Apparently, the devil cavalry caught and prepared to insult the female soldier, but was interrupted by the sudden rush of the Eighth Route Army, so they brutally killed her with a saber before retreating.

Xiao Junping wanted to cry without tears. The female hygienist of the Second Battalion of the Eighth Route Army, who was ordered to rush to bandage the wounds of the staff officers of the Jin Army, witnessed this tragic situation and gritted her fists and sobbed on the spot.

Wu Zijian, who couldn't bear to look at it, turned around and walked away, panting in his chest: Japanese soldiers, they are all brutes!

……

The seven captured Japanese cavalrymen were all wounded, and the soldiers of the second battalion guarded them with bayonet guns. Suddenly, several Jin officers and soldiers rushed over and began to beat these captives, and soon someone joined in, they had just experienced the brutal killing of the devil's saber, and looked at the corpses of their companions one by one, and finally couldn't hold it back. The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, who were guarding the captives, wanted to stop them at first, but they immediately chose to remain silent.

Gunshots rang out, and a Jin soldier shot dead one of the Japanese captives who was struggling to resist.

The gunfire alarmed everyone, Liu Shu and Feng Changzhi hurriedly ran over, and Feng Changzhi ordered the soldiers of the second battalion to immediately drive away the Jin army and separate the captives from them. Liu Shu shouted angrily at the Jin soldiers:

"It's so unbelievable! Do you still have military discipline? It is illegal to abuse prisoners, if you really have the ability, what did you do just now? Let the devil cavalry chase and run! Go and call your chiefs! ”

The soldiers of the Jin army were reprimanded by Liu Shu, ashamed and angry, and retreated to the side in a hurry. Xiao Junping saw this scene from a distance, struggled to be supported and walked over, and Li Tianlin, who was with him, introduced: Battalion commander, instructor, this is Xiao Staff Officer of the friendly army, he was injured when he fought the devil just now.

Liu Shu looked at Xiao Junping coldly, and his mouth was still unrelenting:

"Staff Officer Xiao, how did you lead the soldiers? When you were fighting, you were deserters, and when the battle was over, you came to have the ability to take the devil captives and get angry! These Japanese soldiers are prisoners of our Eighth Route Army, and you have no right to dispose of them! Do you know how many soldiers we sacrificed today just to save you deserters?! ”

The more Liu Shu said that he was more and more excited, and he didn't notice at all that the face of this young Jin army staff officer who had hung up the color was no longer bloodless.

Xiao Junping, who was physically exhausted and tortured by injuries, had not yet recovered from the grief of the tragic death of his female communications soldiers, and was severely scolded by the commander of the friendly army, and his mind sank and he fainted.